#amputee!stiles

[loveyprophet-artstuff]

Not the biggest fan of this drawing but I’M  WEAK FOR AMPUTEE!STILES!!!

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

An addition to the Amputee!Stiles AU that I can’t get out of my head - Beacon Hills High School is putting on a play and this year it’s Wicked. Coach is put in charge of the production so, naturally, everyone on the sports teams has to try out. Stiles lands the role as Elphaba (the Wicked Witch of the West) and Derek ends up as Glinda (the Good Witch).

Isaac and Boyd work behind the scenes and come up with a brilliant idea. They come up to Coach and tell him they have an idea. Coach asks them, “If I say no, are you still going to do it?” Isaac says yes. Coach asks “Then why are you bothering to ask me?” Boyd replies, “Plausible deniability.” Coach roll his eyes and says they can do whatever they want as long as they’re safe about it.

They call in Erica’s uncle (who does rigging and wires) and they set up a harness and rigging in order to lift Stiles during the pivotal moment of Act I, as he sings ‘Defying Gravity’.

Derek gets to dress up in pink and act a little flamboyant and flirty--making everyone laugh (and making it incredibly difficult for Stiles to keep a straight face when they’re acting). 

Throughout practice, Stiles still seems really shy about singing, but come the night of their performance, he steps out to sing ‘Defying Gravity’ and blows everyone away.

Afterwards, Erica comes backstage to let him know that someone wants to see him. Stiles follows her out and sees his dad - who he thought would be at work, but his dad pulled in a lot of favours so that he could be there to see Stiles, but didn’t tell Stiles he was coming because he didn’t want to make him nervous. His dad pulls him into a tight hug and tells him how proud his is.

[charmed101]

@loveyprophet

Stiles throws stuff at people when they annoy him, usually it’s a pillow, however sometimes it’s his leg and then he has to quietly ask for that person to return it to him.

Because that happened to me.

[batwynn]

Amputee!Stiles for loveyprophet 

[drgrlfriend]

Fic prompt up for grabs

So, all this recent beautiful amputee!Stiles art by @batwynn and @loveydoodles​  has me thinking of an AU.

There’s this video about “solemates” -- people who have lost one leg/foot, who are the same shoe size as someone else who has lost the opposite leg/foot.  So, when they buy a pair of shoes and only need one shoe in the pair, they send the other along to their “solemate.”

So, picture Stiles and Derek as “solemates” who find each other online...let’s say Derek’s canonical wolfsbane bullet hit his leg instead of his arm, and without the gang there he had to amputate it himself.  

It’s got disability representation plus long-distance slow burn written all over it!  Go to it, my little fanfiction flying monkeys!  :-)

[imagine-sterek]

Amputee!stiles Christmas HC

Stiles does not like Christmas. He and his mom’s accident happened on Christmas Eve. His dad was a deputy and was forced to work on Christmas Eve bc the PD was short staffed. Stiles and his mother were on their way to the station to surprise the deputy when a truck driver lost control and rammed into their car, and since it was Christmas Eve it took a while for first responders to arrive. Christmas Day was spent in the hospital. Stiles was in surgery after surgery. Doctor managed to save his right arm, but not his leg. His mother died before first responders got there. After that Christmas was sort of a taboo in the Stilinski household. They stopped celebrating it. They’ll visit Claudia’s grave. Then The sheriff goes to work and stiles stays home. They don’t decorate. They don’t talk about it.

Twelve Days of Christmas daily prompts:

Christmas Trees and Decorations: stiles tries to shy away from anything Christmas. He doesn’t visit the McCall’s bc Scott loves Christmas but is respectful towards stiles no Christmas talk rule. Derek didn’t know what had happened so he had no idea why stiles would become more somber and quiet as The month progressed. Why he stopped coming by the Hale House after Erica decided to decorated. He thought he could make stiles feel better if he helped him decorate for Christmas(he told Erica his idea and all he got was sad eyes and no response), so he went to the preserve and found the best tree for stiles. The gesture wasn’t appreciated, but he did manage to convince stiles to keep the tree.

Naughty or Nice-Stiles is Well know for his pranks. In fact, he’s a BHHS legend bc of his infamous Mr. Harris prank. Everyone knows that stiles stops cold turkey during the holiday season.( and everyone knows why but they won’t say it out loud out of respect). Derek was still in the dark about the whole situation so he joked that stiles is trying to get on Santa’s nice list. Stiles didn’t respond to the jab. Derek starts to realize somethings wrong.

Family- it’s on holidays when Derek really feels the void that his family left behind. He could still smell his fathers ginger bread cookies and hear his little cousins fighting over who helped decorated the most. It’s on holidays that he misses his family the most. So he visits where his family was payed to rest. He didn’t expect to see stiles there. Sat lonely on a bench. Derek decided to join him.

Mistletoe- stiles and Derek started taking comfort in each other after their chance meeting at the cemetery. Stiles started to visit the Hale House more despite the decorations. After a successful snack run, they enter they threshold of Derek’s dilapidated House when Erica pointed out the mistletoe they were standing under. Derek rolled his eyes ready with a witty retort when Stiles kissed his cheek. Then continued on to the pseudo living room.

Proposals and Love Confessions- it’s a know fact that stiles spends Christmas alone. Declining the McCalls invitation every year. Stiles knew he would be bad company, so he’d rather keep his Sad person party to himself. This year would be different. He decided that he’d ask Derek to join him. There was a trust growing between they and a tension stiles couldn’t exactly explain. Yet he was still comfortable around Derek. Derek provided a comfort that Scott never could. Derek understood even if he didn’t know what was going on. When stiles asked Derek to spend Christmas with him (promising great Movie classics and semi decent home made food) Derek was surprised. Unfortunately stiles mistook his shock induced silence for a rejection. It’s not like he actually thought Derek would agree. (But he still felt disappointed)

Sweaters (the uglier they are, the better they are)- Erica gave Derek an early Christmas present and demanded he wear it during the next time they hang out. He obliged mostly out of holiday spirit. Laura used to love ugly Christmas sweaters. She had a whole collection. Those were hard to pack away after she died. The sweater was atrocious (Laura would be proud). With lights and oddly positioned reindeer that FELT like reindeer fur. It was embarrassing,but worth the deep loud laugh stiles let out when he saw it.

Christmas Lights- Derek would chose a different route for his jogs. Detouring through neighborhood to see the decorations and lights. There was one street that was full of deck out houses. One right after the other with only one house breaking the streak. It was stiles house. Standing dark and imposing. Derek takes a break to watch over the house.

AUs- okay technically this is an AU. So, free space? Stiles knows that Derek knows that he know that Derek watches his home. He know that Derek will jog through his street and stop around his house. He then either scales the house or waits in his back yard listening. Stiles feels… calmer knowing Derek’s there. The holiday time isn’t exactly kind to stiles nerves, so it nice to know someone’s watching over him. Maybe if asked nicely Derek would watch over his dad too.

Christmas Past and Childhood Memories- Derek can fondly remember Christmas mornings before the fire. He remembers his family exchanging presents. The dumb tradition of wearing Christmas sweaters on Christmas morning. He also remembers the first Christmas after the fire. It was rough. He and Laura wold just hold each other and mourn. Now it’s his first Christmas with out her. Stiles remembers his favorite Christmas memory was when he was 5. His dad had the whole 2 days off and the three of them baked cookies for Santa together. He remembers convincing his parents to stay up with him to catch Santa. Stiles was unconscious most of the first Christmas with out his mom.( he was knocked out bc of the surgeries) Stiles only remembers one thing from the accident (besides the blinding hot pain) and that was his mom’s voice telling him she loved him.

Fake Boyfriends Trope (because it wouldn’t be the holiday season without it) there are a lot of things that make Derek uncomfortable. One of the main ones is people not understand no. This woman has been following him through out the super market and persistently trying to capture his attention. He thought after the first rebuff she would leave. He was wrong. After three aisle of her following him he was ready to burst when stiles comes to his rescue. Gushing about garland that would look gorgeous on the tree and reminding Derek that they need to pick up baubles bc the old ones were looking dull. Derek played along and they walked away leaving the stunned woman behind.

Snow/Winter- it rarely snows in BC. And when it does most take it as blessing especially on Christmas. Stiles fears it. He remembers vividly that it was snowing that night. He fears what could happen to his dad out there. To Melissa or Scott. Stiles is now very glad Derek rejected his offer. Derek hates the cold. He hates feeling cold. Snow is something he enjoys. He remembers the first time he sees snow with Laura when they first moved to New York. It was magically. It wasn’t snowing when Derek left home to get to stiles. It started midway through the journey and grew slightly heavier by the time he reached stiles home. Stiles heard a car pull into his drive way and felt his stomach drop. His dad wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night and he hadn’t called to tell stiles otherwise. Fear twisted stiles nerves into knots as he imagined the worst scenarios. He ran downstairs and threw the front door open ready to see a deputy with bad news. Instead he was greeted by Derek Hale.

Presents/Christmas Eve- stiles was used to spending Christmas alone. It’s the first Christmas since he was 8 that he has company over and it felt like the best gift he ever gotten. Derek had never spent Christmas alone and was dreading having to this year. That was until stiles invited him over. Stiles may not know it but he also gave Derek the best gift. They spent the evening together cuddle up watching awful Christmas movies. The sheriff found them in the morning, cuddled together asleep with snacks littered around them.

••••••• Omg there’s probably like 1 million spelling mistakes and stuff but it’s so late rn I don’t even care. Lol! Feel free to add more HCs bc these came out sad. Anyway I hope you enjoy and have a very happy holidays!!!

(submitted by @loveyprophet)

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Always With Us

Stiles got a new prosthesis, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s not him.

For @loveyprophet

 Part of the wonderful AU that Lovey came up with nearly two years ago, you can check it out here. 

Quick synopsis: Stiles was in a car crash when he was eight years old, he lost his leg and his mother. 

When Stiles was eight years old and given his first prosthetic leg, he had tried so hard to keep it clean.

For a long time, he had trouble adjusting to the reality of losing his mother and his leg. It was only made harder knowing that he had a prosthetic leg that looked as fake and ugly as it felt.

His dad let him paint the next one however he wanted. Stiles painted it green with sprigs of lavender and tall white hyacinths – his mum’s favourite – that rose from the joint of the ankle and flowered across his calf.

His last prosthesis had been painted orange with vines of blue forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley—which he had been told meant luck and humility, two things he showed when he survived the car crash—painted on it.

Lydia had lectured him relentlessly about how orange and blue weren’t a good combination, but Stiles didn’t care.

He didn’t care about the comments that were made when he wore shorts, but he did care about the prothesis, especially when Jackson tried to fuck with it. He and Scott were on the field during a free period, enjoying the first sunlight they’d had for weeks, when Jackson dragged his keys down Stiles’ leg and learnt very quickly just how scary Stiles can be.

Stiles spent that night fighting tears as he tried to patch up the paintwork on his leg, knowing they couldn’t afford a new one yet.

They had saved up for years to be able to afford his new leg. But staring down at the awkwardly tanned skin-tone plastic, he felt the same way he had when he was eight; this wasn’t part of him. He was broken and ugly.

“You can paint it,” his dad said, reading the look on his son’s face.

“Don’t have paint,” Stiles said, trying to brush it off as if it were nothing.

“I’ll pull some money out of our savings,” his dad offered. “We can go and buy some paint tomorrow before I start work.”

“No,” Stiles said, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Dad. Really.”

John opened his mouth to say something when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Stiles said, hurrying to the door. He pulled it open to see Derek standing on the porch, wearing his favourite black leather jacket and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Stiles’ brow furrowed with confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“Cora said you got your new leg,” Derek said.

Stiles nodded.

Derek held up his hand, showing the handful of paintbrushes he had taken from Laura’s studio—obviously with permission.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile. He took a step back and nodded towards the hallway, beckoning Derek inside.

“Hello, Sheriff,” Derek said as he stepped into the lounge room doorway.

“Hi, Derek,” John greeted. “What are you doing here?”

“Cora said Stiles finally got his new leg,” Derek repeated. “Laura let me borrow some of her paints and brushes so Stiles could paint it.”

John’s weary face relaxed, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “That’s very nice of you all.”

“I’ll find some old newspaper,” Stiles said.

“You can sit in the lounge room,” his dad offered, standing up from his favourite chair. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift. You can have a movie night if you want.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Stiles said, pulling a weeks old newspaper from under a pile his dad had left on the side table.

“Before you start, go get your old leg from upstairs,” his dad said. “You’ll need something to walk around on while that one’s drying.”

“Right.” Stiles hurried upstairs.

Derek waited in the lounge room doorway as Stiles hurried back down stairs, carrying the orange and blue leg.

He set it down by the couch before settling down on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. He spread out the sheets of newspaper, some plastic cups of water and paper towels, and got everything ready.

Derek set his brushes down on the table and dropped his back on the floor by the couch, unzipping it and pulling out the wide variety of paints Laura had loaned him.

“What are you thinking?” Derek asked.

Stiles pulled his prosthetic off and set it down on the table, eyeing it up for a moment. He screwed his face up in thought. “Indigo, with purple and white chrysanthemums, a few of those white violets that have deep blue centres, and some teal, blue and purple leaves to fill in the empty spaces.”

Derek read the labels on the tubes of paint, picking out the colours Stiles would want: indigo, violet, teal, black, white, and every shade of purple and blue he could find. He set the others back in his bag, clearing the table.

Stiles unscrewed the indigo and poured it out onto the newspaper, passing Derek a brush as they began to paint it.

“Did you know that chrysanthemums are the official flower for Mother’s Day in Australia?” Stiles said quietly. “In China, they’re traditionally given to the elderly since they symbolise long life and luck in the home, and in Belgium and Austria they’re for memorials.”

“How long has it been?” Derek asked, guessing where this conversation was going.

“In two weeks, it’ll be ten years,” Stiles said, biting into his quivering lip and blinking back the tears that welled in his eyes.

Derek didn’t say anything, he just reached across and set his hand on Stiles’.

“I’d give an arm and a leg to have my mum back,” Stiles said. He gestured to the scarred stump of his thigh. “I already made the down payment.”

“Stiles,” his dad scolded.

“What?” he called back. “I have to joke about it; it’s the only way I can live with it, the only way I can open my mouth without screaming.”

A moment of quiet settled over them.

“Maybe you can’t have her back,” Derek said, his quiet voice breaking the silence. “But that doesn’t mean she isn’t here with you.”

A soft smile played across Stiles’ lips.

“I’ve got to get going,” his dad said, leaning over the back of the couch to tousle Stiles’ unruly hair. “You boys be good. There’s food in the cupboard, and I’m pretty sure Stiles has the pizza shop’s number memorised.”

Stiles grinned.

“Bye, Dad,” he called after him. “Love you.”

“Love you too, kiddo,” his dad said.

Stiles heard him pull the door shut, leaving him and Derek to their quiet conversations and painting. Time seemed to drift away as they worked—Derek painted the leaves and Stiles waited for them to dry before filling in the details of flowers.

Before they knew it, it was dark.

Derek ordered them pizza, ignoring Stiles’ protests when he insisted on paying.

After they ate, they set up a movie and brought out the snacks—Star Wars, Stiles’ choice. Stiles picked at the food, listening to the movie he’d watch a thousand times as he finished painting the prosthetic.

He set the brush down and sat back against the couch, tilting his head slightly.

“It’s missing something,” Stiles said, looking down at the leg.

They sat there in silence for a moment.

Stiles picked up another brush, dipping it into the white paint. He drew on the shapes of a few scattered white butterflies before filling in the details of grey shading, black dots on their forewings, and black along the edges of their wings.

“My mum loved cabbage moths,” Stiles explained. “She always thought they were so cute and small.”

A smile crept across Derek’s lips as he looked at Stiles.

Stiles started to pack up the paints and clear away the brushes and cups of water.

Derek pulled sealant from his bag and set it next to the leg; they’d have to wait until tomorrow before they could apply it.

They settled down on the couch and watched the rest of the movie, Derek slouched back against the armrest with Stiles’ leg stretched over his lap. The teen held the bowl of chips in his lap, his dark brown eyes sparkling as they reflected the light of the TV screen.

“Hey, Derek,” he said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Derek smiled at him. “Any time.”

[AO3]

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Thread Bare

Stiles found some lacy lingerie and he wants to surprise Derek.

For @loveyprophet

Another part of @loveyprophet‘s amputee!stiles AU

“I’ve got something to show you,” Stiles said as he led Derek into his bedroom. “Just… wait here a second.”

He stepped out of the room, leaving Derek standing there on his own. He was only gone a minute or two when he reappeared in the doorway, dressed in lacy black lingerie.

It was a two-piece set, a black bra with a sheer bodice that came down to his hips, fitted to his shape by black ribbing, and a matching pair of panties. The ribs of the piece were decorated in fine black lace, but the rest of the lingerie—the chest, the hem, and a strip down the middle—was decorated in gold detailing and beading.

Adding to the look, he had swapped his usual brightly-coloured prosthesis out for a one that had a 3D printed casing designed to look like black spirals and delicate lace. On his other leg, he wore a black thigh-high stocking with a band of black lace wrapped around the top.

Derek’s heart hammered against his ribs, his lips moving around unspoken words as he stared at him. He felt a warmth settle in his stomach, fighting the excitement.

“What do you think?” Stiles asked, looking down at himself and shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

“I think I need to kiss you right now, or I’ll explode,” Derek uttered.

Stiles chuckled breathlessly, taking a step forward. He cupped Derek’s face in his hands and brought their lips together.

Derek let his breath fall from his lungs as his shoulders dropped. His eyes fluttered shut as his hands settled on Stiles’ hips and pulling close.

Stiles looped his arms around Derek’s neck, desperately clinging to his jacket.

Derek’s ran his hands up Stiles’ sides, his fingers brushing across the soft lace. His grip on Stiles tightened, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more eager, urgent, passionate.

Stiles sighed in return, weaving his fingers into Derek’s hair. He pulled the soft tufts into his fist as his other hand ran down the teen’s back, his body weakening as he melted into Derek’s warmth.

Derek took a step forward, his body pressed against Stiles’ as he walked him back towards the bed.

Stiles’ shins hit the edge of the mattress. He fell back against the bed, pulling Derek down with him as the two of them crawled onto the mattress.

Derek ground his hips against Stiles’, pinning him against the mattress.

Stiles moaned in response, one hand grabbing at Derek’s jacket, the other sliding up to rest at the base of his neck as he pulled him closer. He wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, hooking his heels around Derek’s thighs.

Derek back, pressing his forehead against Stiles’. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to wrestle his arms free of his jacket. He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside before crushing their mouths together again.

He ran his hand down Stiles’ side to his bare thigh, caressing the soft skin. The tips of his fingers traced the smooth skin of his scarred leg, making Stiles shiver. He massaged the teen’s thigh, his hand slipping under Stiles’ lacy panties.

Stiles’ hand slid down Derek’s back, his fingers toying with the waistband of Derek’s jeans.

“Derek,” Stiles gasped. “Derek, please.”

Derek took the hint, undoing his pants and kicking them off, his boxers following.

Stiles untangled his legs from Derek’s, slid his lace panties off, and tossed them aside.

Derek brought their lips together again, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. He ground his hips against Stiles’, smirking at the soft moan that he prompted from Stiles. His hand slid over Stiles’ ass, kneading at the soft flesh as he pulled him closer. A warmth settled in his stomach as his dick grew harder, rolling his hips and grinding his rigid length against Stiles’ shaft.

Stiles whimpered, his thighs tensing around Derek’s waist.

It pained him to pull back, breaking away from the teen and leaving a trail of faint kisses down Stiles’ chest, his abs, his hips. Derek ran his hands along the inside of Stiles’ thighs, feeling him shiver with anticipation as he coaxed Stiles to spread his legs. He kneaded at Stiles’ soft cheeks before spreading them.

He ran his tongue across Stiles’ opening, listening to the teen inhale and roll his hips towards Derek’s mouth. Derek ran his hands up to Stiles’ hips, pinning him against the bed. He dragged his tongue across Stiles’ entrance again, stopping to swirl the tip of his tongue in slow, torturous circles.

His crotch throbbed at the sound of Stiles’ unrestrained gasps and groans. Derek couldn’t help but smirk as Stiles whimpered when he drew back.

“Do you like that?” Derek asked coyly. He gently sucked at his entrance, making Stiles cry out before dragging his tongue across it before quickly lapping at it. He set a pattern of slow drags, soft sucking and quick flicks of his tongue that tortured erotic gasps from the young man.

Stiles’ feet kicked and thrashed uselessly as he tried to press harder against Derek, frustrated moans and needy whimpers filling the air as Derek lightly flicked his tongue against his entrance.

Derek watched as Stiles’ cock bounced against his abs, glistening beads of precome smeared across the thin black and gold lace that covered his stomach. He repeated the pattern, harassing animalistic groans from Stiles as Derek dipped his tongue in and out of the opening.

Stiles whimpered as he pulled back.

Warm hands trailed up Stiles’ sides, fingers running across the ridges of his ribs, up his chest and along his biceps, pinning his arms above his head. Soft lips latched onto his throat, gently kissing and sucking at the golden skin. Smooth teeth gently grazed his jugular, nipping at the flesh as they made his way up to his jaw. The warm breath made him shiver. The soft kisses returned, trailing along his jaw and seeking out the scattered moles on his face. He sighed heavily, gasping as their hips ground against each other.

Stiles moaned, longing for the touch, the warmth.

Derek let out a low growl in response, burying his face in the curve of Stiles’ throat. He bit lightly down on the junction of Stiles’ neck and shoulder. Stiles arched up with a full-body shudder and wordless moan. Having found a spot sensitive enough to earn such a response, Derek teased it relentlessly: nipping and sucking at the tender spot before lathering it with kisses.

Derek settled himself between Stiles’ legs, rolling his hips against Stiles’ and pinning the young man against the mattress.

Stiles let out a weak moan, making Derek’s crotch throb. He laced his fingers through Derek’s raven-black hair and pulled him back into the kiss.

Derek began to roll his hips, rubbing his returning erection against Stiles’ ass.

Derek ran his hand through Stiles’ unruly hair, gently tugging at fistfuls of his chestnut-brown locks. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, the two of them melting together.

“Derek,” Stiles gasped between kisses, uttering his name like a prayer. “Derek. Fuck me.”

He sat back, feeling the young man shiver from the loss of warmth. He lined himself up with Stiles’ entrance and rolled his hips forward, slowly sinking into Stiles. He let out a satisfied purr, his thick dick filling Stiles’ ass.

Stiles tensed for a moment at the intrusion, breathing heavily and smothering a moan as he tried to relax and welcome the man’s throbbing length. He let out a breathless moan, his lips quivering around unspoken words as his nails left red trails down Derek’s forearms.

Derek was struggling to stay patient; Stiles’ ass was hot and deliciously tight and looking down at him dressed in black lace was testing his already limited self-control.

Stiles gently rolled his hips against Derek’s length, urging Derek to move.

Derek set his hands on Stiles’ hips, hoisting him into a more comfortable position as he began to move in slow shallow thrusts. He slowly drew his length out until only the head of his dick was inside Stiles, then slammed into Stiles’ ass again.

Stiles’ back arched off the beg, a savage moan tearing at his throat as his nails dug into Derek’s forearms.

Derek’s carnal instincts took over, grabbing a hold of Stiles’ hips and thrusting into the young man.

Stiles cried out, the wave of pain delighting him, making his crotch throb and ache. He clamped his hand over his mouth, muffling his moans.

Derek arched over Stiles and gently pulled the teen’s hand away from his mouth, pressing a kiss against his palm before pinning his hands above his head. He brought his lips to Stiles’ again.

“More,” Stiles gasped between kisses.

Derek obliged, moving his hips a little faster, pulling out and sinking back into the teen fast enough to elicit moans from him.

Derek sat back, feeling his excitement grow as he looked down at Stiles, at how the soft black lace caressed his skin, at how the gold detailing shimmered as Stiles’ chest rose and fell with broken breaths.

He ran his hands down Stiles’ thighs, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips and sank further into Stiles’ ass.

A cry escaped Stiles’ lips as his back arched off the mattress. He clawed at the sheets, balling the fabric into his hands.

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles’ waist, pulling Stiles up as he laid back.

His thick thighs straddled Derek’s waist. He took a second to catch his breath before he began to move. He slowly sank down over Derek’s length, letting out a savage cry as Derek edged into him inch by inch. They stayed still for a moment, waiting for the tight muscles of Stiles’ ass to adjust to Derek’s thick cock. He ground against Derek’s length before setting a slow rhythm of shallow thrusts.

He leant back and braced himself against Derek’s thighs, rolling his hips.

He moved slowly, grinding his ass against Derek’s cock and drawing out every thrust.

Derek felt his stomach tense, his orgasm drawing near as he watched Stiles move.

“Derek,” Stiles moaned, earning a low growl in response.

Stiles braced his hands against Derek’s chest and rolled his hips.

“Oh fuck!” Stiles stammered.

Derek took the lead, grabbing Stiles’ hip and thrusting into him. He rolled the boy onto the sheets, listing his waist up and coiling Stiles’ legs around his waist as he leant forward, crushing their mouths together in order to muffle their moans as he began to move faster, drawing his length out to the tip before slamming into Stiles’ ass again.

Stiles clawed at the bedsheets, balling his fists and scratching at the soft cotton.

Derek nipped at his throat, not hard enough to leave a mark, but just hard enough to make Stiles cry out from overstimulation. Derek sat back, grabbing Stiles hips and thrusting into him faster.

“Derek,” Stiles moaned, earning a growl in response. “Oh fuck, Derek.”

Stiles cried out in bliss, his back arching as Derek moved faster and faster.

Stiles was deliciously tight and hot and the way he squirmed on Derek’s dick made the man want to fuck him harder.

Derek let out animalistic growls, words escaping him.

Stiles lost himself in the euphoria of Derek’s rigid cock fucking him open. His ass trembled around Derek’s thick shaft, opening easily to the thick erection that penetrated him.

“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles gasped. “I’m going to come.”

A wicked smile lifted Derek’s lips as he reached between the two of them and took Stiles’ dribbling dick in his hand.

Stiles gasped, overstimulated and sensitive. His body tensed as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

He rubbed his thumbs in circles, feeling Stiles’ cock twitch, eager to come. He moved his hand slowly, torturously, moving his hand up and down Stiles’ shaft.

Stiles bucked into his hand, unsure of whether to thrust into Derek’s hold or fuck himself on the man’s dick.

Derek moved his hand faster, working Stiles’ rigid shaft until he was shuddering.

Stiles’ breathing was broken, his whimpers and moans caught in his throat.

Derek tightened his grip on Stiles’ hips, his nails leaving angry red trails in the young man’s pale skin. He thrusted into him, moving his hips faster and faster.

A broken scream fell past Stiles’ lips.

Stiles’ whole body shuddered as he climaxed. Spurts of come erupted from the head of Stiles’ cock, spilling across his torso and against Derek’s firm abs. He sagged forward, gasping for air.

Derek moved his hand up and down Stiles’ shaft until he was spent, drinking in the sight.

Stiles’ thighs quivered as he rolled his hips, urging Derek to continue.

He let instinct take over as he thrust into Stiles, pounding his ass.

Stiles let out a savage moan as another wave of orgasms overwhelmed him, spurts of sticky come splashed against his abs.

It wasn’t long before Derek climaxed, his dick buried in Stiles’ ass.

Stiles let out a blissful moan as Derek’s come filled him.

Derek rolled his hips back and forth, milking his orgasm until he was spent.

It took a second to for him to catch his breath as he rode out the orgasm. He slowly withdrew from Stiles’ ass.

He carefully laid Stiles back against the sheets and untangled their legs.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Stiles hissed.

“What’s wrong?” Derek said, eyes wide with panic.

“Leg,” Stiles said pointing at his prosthesis. His hands shook as he tried to unfasten it.

Derek gently brushed his hands aside, unfastening the prosthetic leg and pulling it off. He set it beside the bed, his warm hands caressing the soft skin of Stiles’ scarred thigh. He bent over and pressed a tender kiss against the teen’s thigh, his lips brushing his skin so soft it made Stiles shudder.

He laid down on the bed next to him, pulling Stiles into his arms.

Stiles let out a pleasured moan as he rolled over and curled up against Derek’s side.

Derek gently ran his fingers through the tousled mess of Stiles’ hair, craning his neck to press a tender kiss to his forehead.

“It also comes in red,” Stiles said, a hint of mischief in his voice.

[AO3]