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Thanks for the birthday love and fun!

I’ll be back again soon with some more porn!

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#ALLISON #oh my #allison #in the tiny lil apartment she rents with some friends during college #she stripped down for a shower but fell asleep before she could even turn the water on #oh my gosh how lovely though #this is such a gorgeous shot (tags via hipsterstiles)

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#ALLISON #oh my #allison #in the tiny lil apartment she rents with some friends during college #she stripped down for a shower but fell asleep before she could even turn the water on #oh my gosh how lovely though #this is such a gorgeous shot (tags via hipsterstiles)

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angryandsour:

Whatcha watching there, Derek?

A film.

thelonesourwolfalpha:

angryandsour:

Whatcha watching there, Derek?

A film.

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Derek wakes up way too early; slips out of bed without waking Stiles and heads to the kitchen to drown some water. When he pads back to the bedroom, he can’t help but to stop in the doorway and just take in the sight in front of him.
The room is bathing in light as the sun rises outside the apartment window. Stiles is lying on his stomach; his arms hugging the pillow which he’s got his face buried into. Derek’s pillow. Just the fact that he reached for it in his sleep is enough to make Derek’s heart flutter.
Stiles’ skin is still pale, despite him being outside a lot lately. Derek knows he in fact tans easily, but Stiles prefers shade, and Derek really doesn’t mind. He loves Stiles skin. It’s smooth and warm and covered in moles. Stiles’ hair is a mess; longer than he ever let it grow back in High School. He never said it out loud, but Derek thinks Stiles decided to let go of his past and razor at the same time.
He asks himself how he got this lucky. How, after everything that happened in Beacon Hills, Stiles still wants him. Still wants to be with him. Even after things had gone back to normal, the way they were before they first met and this boy got sucked in knee-deep in werewolf filth, and there was really no reason for Derek to stay. And he hadn’t stayed, because Stiles had left with him.
Then Stiles shifts and turns his head towards the door, catching Derek standing there watching him. His eyes are still half-closed and the smug smile spreading on his lips is a tired one.
"Dude. I thought you’d stopped being a creeper by now." His voice is muffled because he still got one cheek pressed against the pillow.
Derek huffs and tilts his head a little in embarrassment for being caught. “If you mean watching you, then no. Never.”
Stiles hums, blinking tiredly with heavy eyelids. His eyes are sparkling with fondness and Derek can see it even on this distance. They both remain motionless for a moment before Stiles pats on the spot next to him.
"Come back to bed."

Derek wakes up way too early; slips out of bed without waking Stiles and heads to the kitchen to drown some water. When he pads back to the bedroom, he can’t help but to stop in the doorway and just take in the sight in front of him.

The room is bathing in light as the sun rises outside the apartment window. Stiles is lying on his stomach; his arms hugging the pillow which he’s got his face buried into. Derek’s pillow. Just the fact that he reached for it in his sleep is enough to make Derek’s heart flutter.

Stiles’ skin is still pale, despite him being outside a lot lately. Derek knows he in fact tans easily, but Stiles prefers shade, and Derek really doesn’t mind. He loves Stiles skin. It’s smooth and warm and covered in moles. Stiles’ hair is a mess; longer than he ever let it grow back in High School. He never said it out loud, but Derek thinks Stiles decided to let go of his past and razor at the same time.

He asks himself how he got this lucky. How, after everything that happened in Beacon Hills, Stiles still wants him. Still wants to be with him. Even after things had gone back to normal, the way they were before they first met and this boy got sucked in knee-deep in werewolf filth, and there was really no reason for Derek to stay. And he hadn’t stayed, because Stiles had left with him.

Then Stiles shifts and turns his head towards the door, catching Derek standing there watching him. His eyes are still half-closed and the smug smile spreading on his lips is a tired one.

"Dude. I thought you’d stopped being a creeper by now." His voice is muffled because he still got one cheek pressed against the pillow.

Derek huffs and tilts his head a little in embarrassment for being caught. “If you mean watching you, then no. Never.”

Stiles hums, blinking tiredly with heavy eyelids. His eyes are sparkling with fondness and Derek can see it even on this distance. They both remain motionless for a moment before Stiles pats on the spot next to him.

"Come back to bed."

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Anonymous asked: It would be nice if you'd post some bottom!Stiles Sterek to go with all the bottom!Derek Sterek you've been doing lately. I like both and it's all been a bit one-sided.

Sorry! I don’t mean to be one-sided. I admit I have been though. I’ll try to be more universal in the future.

I have the rest of tonight’s queue already set but next time I’ll try to post some more bottom!Stiles kay.


#mmhmm yes derek rimming stiles#pushing at the backs of his knees until stiles spreads for him#kissing slowly up his thighs just so stiles complains about him taking too long#gets mouthy with a hand on his dick right until derek licks from his taint to the small of his back#kisses the dimples by his spine and nips at the swell of his ass#and then stiles is all yelps and hoarse sounds that have to pass through his teeth as he bites his lip#derek dragging stiles’ hand off his cock so he has to wait and leak and whine#while derek laps and soaks the tight skin#presses a thumb behind his balls#stiles trying to stop himself pitching forward with his hands pummelling the bed#derek humming into stiles’ body and scratching at him with his beard so he shivers#derek smiling greedy and pleased against stiles’ rim#tonguing him open until there’s drool running down his chin and strings of precome between stiles and the sheets#derek being addicted to how stiles lets himself be so vulnerable#still in awe of stiles trusting him #his own dick bobbing against his stomach with how turned on he is
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