#sterrish

[carlospy]

This is my face when the other shippers make a whole analysis of why my ships should be together based on their behaviors, expressions, the eyes contact or they are right just for each other, when in my mind I simply just want them to fuck like rabbits in every scene.

[itsme-basil]

Teen Wolf Fic Rec List Part 6/7

How Many Tides (Must a Man Weigh) -elisattack

Sterek | Word Count 3,646 | Rated M

Keeping Him (Its All About Intent) sittinginmytincan

Steter | Word Count 120,040 | Rated M

Work it Harder, Make it Better, Do it Faster - dropsofaddiction

Sterek | Word Count 3,103 | Rated E

Love Runs Wild - devildoll

Sterek | Word Count 9,494 | Rated E

Love Triangle? Gross - countrygirlsfun

Sterrish/Halehound | Word Count 20,940 | Rated T

Magical Encounters - isthatbloodonhisshirt

Sterek | Word Count 105,745 | Rated E

More than Biology - discontentedwinter

Steter/Sterek | Word Count 45,634 | Rated E

Move a Mountain - zainclaw

Sterek | Word Count 69,023 | Rated E

Wheatgrass and Fruit Loops - whonatural

Sterek | Word Count 6,885 | Rated M

Not as Described - saintsideways

Sterek | Word Count 81,041 | Rated M

Of Soulmates and Sparks - covarla

Stetopher | Word Count 72,788 | Rated E

Wild Horses - thepsychicclam

Sterek | Word Count 78,917 | Rated E

Territorial -hopesilverheart

Sterek | Word Count 6,423 | Rated G

Our Lives are Changing Lanes - grimm

Sterek | Word Count 47,537 | Rated E

What It Takes to Not be Broken - whispering_sumire

Sterek | Word Count 17,410 | Rated M

You Were Raised by Wolves and Voices (Every Night I Hear Them Howling) - dearericbittle

Sterek | Word Count 11,308 | Rated T

Witchling - lavenderlotion

Steter | Word Count 3,162 | Rated T

Of Course, Of Course - bleep0bleep

Sterek | Word Count 12,948 | Rated E

When You're Going Through Hell (Keep Going for Me) - cywcross

Steter | Word Count 57,022 | Rated T

Wolf in the House - joelawson

Sterek | Word Count 33,481 | Rated T

Night shift - aurevell

Steter | Word Count 21,497 | Rated T

You Belong With Me - halcyon1993

Sterek | Word Count 19,308 | Rated E

Deep Down, Where Your Fight is Waiting - yodasyoyo

Sterek | Word Count 14,426 | Rated T

With Bloody Feet Across the Hallowed Ground - owlpostagain

Sterek | Word Count 29,900 | Rated T

Fate, Names and Other Things You Can Change - ladyslyrherin

Steter | Word Count 12,103 | Rated E

Anchors - TriDom

Stetopher | Word Count 115,736 | Rated E

Wolves and Their Gods - jettiebettie

Sterek | Word Count 3,497 | Rated E

Ink-stained Skin - ladyslytherin

Steter | Word Count 1,578 | Rated M

On Edge - bunnywest

Steter | Word Count 23,707 | Rated M

What Do You Mean I'm Cute? - crossroadswrite

Sterrish/Halehound | Word Count 1,798 | Rated G

Sanctuary - discontentedwinter

Steter | Word Count 56,525 | Rated M

[luulapants]

“Two dumbasses and the voice of reason is a fun dynamic, but also consider...”

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[beast-bae]

Title: Just Another Normal Coming Home

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Spitroasting

Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Jordan Parrish

Rating: Explict

Tags: Spitroasting, Deputy Jordan Parrish, Gardener Derek Hale, Nude Photos, PWP, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Polyamorous relationship, Threesome - M/M/M, Threesome, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Deepthroating, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Sex

Summary:  Jordan comes home from work just to find his mates already waiting for him.

Word Count: 1103

Created for @teenwolfkinkbingo

Thanks in advance for reading <3

“Honey, I’m home!” Jordan yelled through the apartment when he returned home. “Hey home, I’m honey!” he heard Stiles hollering back. “We’re in the living room.”  Derek added.

Parrish smiled as he put his coat away, slipped out of his shoes, and then opened the upper button of his uniform shirt. He put his keys in a little bowl beside the door and walked towards the living room.

Derek and Stiles were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Stiles pressed against Derek’s right side and Derek with his arm behind Stiles his hand in Stiles’ pants,  probably already fingering and stretching him with at least three fingers. He was incredibly jealous that his husband came home from work half an hour earlier and was able to get his hands on their mate that much sooner.

He watched Stiles wriggle on the couch while still trying to concentrate on the movie. Jordan was still painfully hard from the picture Stiles sent him while he was at work. It was a selfie of Stiles lying naked on the couch with one hand on his dick, watching porn on his laptop. He was glad that when he had opened it, he had been alone in the office.

Jordan dropped down next to Stiles and leaned back, opening his pants and pulling out his dick. “Come here baby,” he grabs Stiles’ hips and lifts him up on his feet to stand in front of him. Stiles makes a whimpering noise when he feels Derek’s finger leave his hole. Parrish pulls down his sweatpants and drags Stiles back to sit on his dick. Stiles moans, leaning back, and Jordan wraps his arms around Stiles’ middle.

Derek just rolls his eyes and slides closer, kissing Jordans neck. “Welcome home, babe, you comfortable?”

“Hmm, yep!” Jordan answers before turning his head to the side and kissing Derek. “How was work?”

“The usual!” Derek answers between kisses, “watering plants, planting plants. Yours?”

“You know… the usual,” he grinned, “catching criminals, questioning criminals.”

“Stop! No more work talk”, Stiles whines while pushing himself deeper on Jordans lap, “sexy time now!”

Derek laughs quietly and wraps a hand around Stiles’ dick. “So impatient baby.”

“If hellboy, or you, won't fuck me in the next 5 minutes I’m gonna do it by myself! I’ve been hard for like an hour.” Stiles tries to move himself on Jordan's dick but said man’s arms are still around his middle, so that’s impossible. He moans loudly when Derek tightens his grip around the base of his dick.

“What do you think we were about to do, you little brat?” Derek gets rid of his clothes and then helps the other two. “Come here! Jordan get him on his knees and hold his dick so he won’t cum,” he pulls Stiles forward while Jordan rearranges them so that Stiles is on all fours on the couch, Jordan kneeling behind him, with his hand around Stiles’ dick, holding it tight.

Derek lifts Stiles’ head with two fingers on his chin. “Open your mouth and stay like that!” he commands. Stiles obeys and opens his mouth, showing his pink little tongue. Derek smiles and opens his pants. “Good boy! Now lick it!” He holds his cock so it is in front of Stiles’ face.

Stiles licks along the shaft where he can reach and then sucks the head in his mouth. Derek moans and looks down on him. Jordan slowly starts fucking him. “So beautiful. Fuck… you can do that better Stiles, right? Gonna make Derek feel so good!” He pushes in harder so Stiles has to take Derek’s dick a little further.

Derek grabs Stiles’ hair and moans. He looks down and slowly pushes all the way in when he feels a little nod from Stiles, his throat relaxing. As soon as Stiles gives him the sign, one clap on the thigh, he starts fucking his mouth. “You feel so good,” he says between moans. “And how you look at me… so sexy,” his hips move faster and Jordan adjusts. Whenever Derek pushes in, Jordan pulls out and vice versa.

Stiles is loving it, having both of his husbands in him, one fucking his ass and the other fucking his throat. It is one of his favourite positions. He loves the way his spit drips down his chin and the way his throat feels when Derek pushes in. Jordan is hitting the right spot almost every time and Stiles almost goes crazy. He also loves the way Jordan grunts when he clenches his ass, firing him on even more to fuck him harder.

At some point Jordan lets go of his dick and starts jerking him off. Stiles moans around Derek's dick which makes him buckle his hips harder. Stiles whines and cums, his cum all dripping on the couch.

“Don’t cum yet, Derek.” Jordan grunts and pulls out still hard, Stiles whines. “Lets cum on his face.” He slips off the couch and arranges himself next to Stiles’ face. “Stay like this, Stiles, on all fours.”

Derek pulls out of Stiles’ mouth and lets him take a deep breath. “Mouth open. Show me your tongue baby.” Stiles does as he's told. Derek and Jordan start jerking off, Jordan the first one to cum on Stiles’ face. Thick ropes of cum on those god forsaken eyelashes, which make Stiles’ eyes look so big, and on his lips as well. Stiles licks over his them to taste it and then smiles. “Come on Derek” he said.

Jordan wrapped his hand around Derek’s and helped him until he grunted and came all over Stiles face and his neck. All three of them were breathing heavily and Stiles was still licking his lips trying to get everything he could catch with his tongue. Derek leaned down to lick some cum off his face and then kiss Stiles.

Jordan watched them and stroked Stiles hair that also had some cum in it. “So good for us… god … I love you guys so much.”

Derek smiled and stood up with Stiles hanging on him like a baby monkey. He leaned forwards to kiss Jordan and then took his hand. “Bath. Now.” They went to the bathroom where Jordan opened the bathtubs faucet. Derek rubbed the cum off Stiles face with a wet towel.

When the water was high enough all three of them slowly got into the hot water. Stiles on Jordans lap and Derek across of them.

“10 out of 10 I’d say” Stiles grinned. “ Would buy again.”

“Shut up” came laughers from both his sides and he got splashed with water.

[luulapants]

Material Remains - Chapter 1

Derek Hale/Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski | Rated E | Chapter 1/10

Featuring: Archaeology PhD student Stiles, married Derek/Jordan, full shift Derek, and full shift hellhound Jordan

Stiles gaped up at the man in the doorway. He honestly hadn’t been expecting anyone to be home, and he definitely hadn’t expected someone so gorgeous to be home. The man had wide, thickly muscled shoulders that tapered down to thick biceps, bared by the tank top he wore. It was a workout tank top, the kind with sleeve holes that went down almost to the hip, which revealed some inhumanly well-defined obliques. Snapping his attention upward didn’t help either, because his face was tan and chiseled, dusted with freckles just below his dazzling green-gold eyes.

The man smiled at him, wide and friendly with two rows of perfectly white teeth. Without even speaking, he gave Stiles the sense that he was nicer than anyone he’d ever met. He pretty much looked like every camp counselor Stiles had ever thought about while jerking off.

“Can I help you?” the man asked.

“Uh,” Stiles said. His hand hung suspended in the air, the paper clutched in it.

The angel-man looked down at it and reached out to take it.

Stiles snatched the paper back and launched into the speech he’d practiced, only at twice the speed and three times the volume. “Hi my name is Stiles Stilinski I’m doing my PhD in urban archaeology at UC Davis I would like to survey some of the estate of the property – I mean, the property of the – the – the, um, the remnants – ”

“Stiles?” the man said, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Yes?” Stiles squeaked.

“Take a breath before you pass out.”

Stiles sucked in a breath, and, yeah, that did feel better. “Sorry, I, um,” he stammered, trying to get his bearings once again. “I wasn’t expecting – you weren’t home before – ” Oh, god, that probably made him sound like some serial trespasser that had been creeping on their property. He held up his hands frantically. “I only mean! I mean, I came by a couple days ago, but you weren’t here, so I was going to leave a note today – I – ” And, for some reason, his brain scrambled for a topic change to end the crushing awkwardness of the moment. “I met your dogs!” he exclaimed.

The man stared at him for a long moment of silence. Then, slowly, as if speaking to someone who might not understand him, he said, “My name is Jordan Parrish. It’s nice to meet you, Stiles.”

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[luulapants]

for the smut prompts. #76, derek/stiles/jordan, please and forever thank you

I really vibed with this one, so here's a whole one-shot I wrote on this prompt:

“I’m telling you, someone had to have helped him!” Stiles snapped.

Derek watched him from his spot in the middle of the couch, arms spread out wide across the back. Stiles paced the floor of the loft in front of him, a length of rope still clutched in one hand. “It’s rope, Stiles,” he said. “I don’t know why you thought that would hold a werewolf in the first place.”

“It was well-tied rope. Okay? I’ve been doing research on this shit. The way I had him tied, he shouldn’t have had the leverage to even use his strength on the ropes.”

Scooting forward on the couch, Derek held an arm out. “Okay, show me.”

“Show you.”

“Show me the knot you used, boy scout.” Derek raised his eyebrows expectantly and shook his arm.

Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes, then huffed again. “It’s not aboutthe knot, it’s about the –” He huffed a third time, then stalked over to the couch. “Here, you want me to show you, I’ll show you. Turn around, hands behind your back.”

Derek stared up at Stiles, waiting for him to say that he was joking. Stiles wasn’t dumb – he knew what that sounded like, and he hadn’t hit on Derek in a long time, not since he and Jordan started dating.

“Come on, tough guy,” Stiles prompted.

It was probably a stupid idea, but Derek was stubborn and petty enough that he wasn’t going to back down on the argument just yet. He stood up and turned his back to Stiles, holding his hands behind his back.

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[luulapants]

I'm still working through your works but im gonna give you a list for the prompt and you can pick/choose/ignore!

It's Interpretive + make it worse

Vagabonds + make it better

On the integrity of rope + make it worse

Make a mistake + make it better

And ofc better or worse is up to your interpretation!!

Ooh, good list! The short ones have a lot unsaid.

It's Interpretive (but worse): When Stiles runs off to help Scott, he ends up getting a concussion and forgets all about the bonfire, so it really does feel to Jackson like he made the whole thing up, and that shirt is his only proof that it really happened.

Vagabonds (but better): Their hookup isn't a one-time thing. Stiles and Boyd become a new source of comfort for one another, and when things finally settle down again, they're both sort of surprised to find themselves in a very strong, stable relationship.

On the Integrity of Rope (but worse): There's a whole awkward thing for a while after this where Derek assumes Jordan just wanted this to be a hookup but worries that Stiles wants it to be more, and where Stiles sort of wants more but assumes it's just a hookup and Jordan sort of thinks the feelings are just between Derek and Stiles and isn't fully comfortable with that, and it causes a lot of stress for everyone.

Make a Mistake (but better): Deucalion had come to town because he was in serious trouble with some hunters and needed the pack's help. He had almost convinced himself to turn around, that he couldn't ask for help after all he'd done, but being with Stiles changed his mind.

send me one of my fic names with ‘make it better’ or ‘make it worse’