and i feel sexually aroused just to look at his moles

Merry Christmas, tsumi-noaru!

Title: “Poor Derek”

Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2995
Warnings: underage (but same age), very versatile boys

Author Notes: Sterek High School AU, pre-bite!Scott, no Hale tragedy, brainy jock Derek and wild boy Stiles in high school

Betas: koshweasley and wings128 – many thanks to both of you!

Summary: For high-scoring, scholarships-and-a-bright-future Derek Hale, the worst thing that can happen is to stop thinking.  Rule-breaking, trouble-on-two-legs Stilinski has exactly that effect on just about everyone.


“Poor Derek.”

That’s what they were going to say when his grades slipped, when he missed application deadlines, when his scores were more like, well, like Stiles’ scores.

“Poor Derek.”

It’s exactly what they did say, especially Derek’s AP study partner, Lydia Martin.  She said it sarcastically the first time, but after she heard Stiles was involved, it was mournful, like she was losing a friend to drugs.  Scott said it with deepest pity.


“Poor Derek,” said Stiles, watching the new kid flip through his binder to find the map of all the classrooms.

Stiles said it like he didn’t care; he’d led more than a few guys at BHHS astray and Derek looked like an easy mark.  This time, though, something inside him twinged even as he tried to be bad.

Derek, for his part, never felt self-pity or regret, not even as his GPA ticked downward.  He did feel one thing very clearly from the start and that was the ache in his chest when this kid – this lithe brown-eyed guy with a staggered line of tiny moles across his cheek and neck – slid himself into the seat next to his in Health Ed and lifted his eyes slowly, all the way up Derek’s body, pausing to bite his lip somewhere around Derek’s crotch.

Derek ached for those eyes, for the mouth that curved up at one corner, and the long, widespread muscular thighs. Lightly hairy forearms gripped the edge of the desk as he lowered himself smoothly into place facing Derek.  Derek whined audibly and it was like prey sounds to this predator in the next row.  The long nimble fingers were reaching out now to tap on his desk and Derek’s eyes flicked up and down – fingers, eyes, lips.

“Be my partner,” said the lips, and the eyes more than backed that up with their own winking promises.  The fingers tapped impatiently.

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anonymous asked:


I wanted to go one of two ways with this color, really really fluffy or super sexual. I’m hoping to incorporate both, but we’ll see how it works lol.



The room felt alive, as if the magic both Simon and Baz had was flickering and cracking in the air. Simon knew he should sleep, that he should ignore what he was feeling, but he couldn’t do it. Baz was his enemy, everyone knew it, in fact everyone wanted it. The Mage, Baz’s family, the old families, the school, hell even Baz, they all craved to see them battle it out. But late at night, when things got quiet, Simon felt what he wanted to feel, warm and tingly.

His own breathing was spiked, his skin soaked in sweat. He knew that he should get a grip, that Baz’s enhanced senses would eventually pick up on him, But he couldn’t help it, he felt like he needed to jump into a freezing lake just to calm down.

“For crowly’s sake Simon if you’re so aroused can you just go sneak into Agatha’s dorm!”

Shortly after Baz’s outburst Simon felt a pillow smack him in the face.

“What?” Simon sputtered. 

Baz groaned.

“I can smell it all over you. It’s like your body is screaming it at me. You’re sweat…”

Simon swallowed painfully.

“I’m…sorry. I just…”

Baz turned on the light and glared at Simon. His night shirt was loose, revealing some of Baz’s collar bone, Simon briefly entertained the idea of licking it. He clenched his teeth and threw off the covers.

“Snow honestly this is getting awkward.”

“Shut up please.”

Baz sneered.

“I’m not the one with screaming hormones.”

Simon felt like he might burst, like all the embarrassment and desire in him was going to break his sanity. This is why you weren’t supposed to bottle up your feelings, it just made them that much more desperate to come out.

“Snow I’m losing my patience.”

Simon spun around and stormed over to Baz, feeling somewhat lightheaded. It was four in the morning, he was sleep deprived, and all he wanted was to kiss Baz. He couldn’t be reasonable anymore, could no longer listen to the rational voice screaming in his head.

“God you’re so frustrating. Are you blind? Just shut up before I do something stupid Baz.”

Baz studied Simon, looking somewhat vulnerable suddenly. He stood up, his cheeks brightening to a soft pink, as close to a blush as he would ever get. Although desire was coursing strong through his body, Simon also felt his heart warm when he saw the rosy pink on Baz’s face. 


Baz stood up, facing Simon shyly.

“This isn’t about Agatha is it?”

Simon felt trapped, felt like the warmth that crackled between them was something he could no longer ignore.


Baz nodded, his eyes filled with some hidden emotion. He stepped closer to Simon, reaching a hand out tentatively to touch Simon’s shoulder. Simon couldn’t believe it, and shuddered when Baz’s hand gripped his T-shirt. He kissed Baz, moaning lightly when Baz kissed him back. He hadn’t expected Baz to let him do this, he definitely hadn’t expected Baz to kiss him back. For a while he kissed Baz roughly, needing to be sure this was real. Baz fell back onto the bed, pulling Simon with him. Simon rolled onto his back and lifted Baz on top of him, taking the time to feel Baz’s back muscles, enjoying the way they tensed under his touch,. He opened his mouth sloppily, letting Baz in, enjoying the way their teeth knocked accidentally and encouraging the careless way Baz teased his tongue. It felt good to kiss someone who didn’t care about how kissing worked, to kiss someone who only knew how much they wanted it. Eventually though, as they got sleepier, the kisses turned softer, gentler. Baz kissed Simon’s moles almost reverently. Simon wrapped his arms around Baz lazily, squeezing him so that he could wrap his warmth around Baz’s cool skin. 

Eventually light peaked through the windows, the pink of dawn coloring the bedsheets. Baz was asleep in Simon’s arms, resting his head on his shoulder. Simon smiled happily, feeling as pink as the sky was. 

Use Me *Part One*

Original Request:  Could you do one where Castiel needs a female vessel and he asks to use yours for an undercover case. And he comes back to the bunker and is curious about your body so he makes you play with yourself, while you’re begging to let you out and very kinky Dom!Cas smut ensues. :) Ugh, I would love you for always.

Pairing: Cas x Female reader

Warning: Smut, swearing, blood. 

Words: 1702

Originally posted by cassammydean

               We were sitting in the bunker, the four of us. Myself, Dean, Sam, and Cas, we were currently discussing the best way to handle a womanizing demon that was creating havoc on this medium sized town we were visiting this week. “Guys, I can be bait!” I’m the exact same profile as the other guys who’ve been taken,” you sighed annoyed. The boys refused to acknowledge I was speaking.

           “No, Y/N, you will not be bait, not by yourself that is, this demon is too strong for you take out on your own, even with the angel blade,” Cas answered too quick for you cut him off. You sat back in the chair defeated, crossing your arms like a pouty two year old. Sam shot you small smile and shrugged his shoulders.

           “I don’t see why you’re always so worried Cas! I’ve been a hunter longer then I’ve known you and I have been bait hundreds of times before. What’s the difference now!?” You said to the baby in a trench coat, exasperated. Cas stood from the table, he slammed his fist down in front of you, cause a small crack to shoot through the table. “The difference Y/N?” The difference is the fact this demon is targeting and torturing women that look exactly like you! I couldn’t stand to think that you would be taken and you wouldn’t be able to kill it yourself and then you would die. Y/N,” his face softened, ‘I can’t let that happen, I’ve lost too much, I can’t lose you too, not to scum like that.” You stared at the Angel, mouth hung open slightly, taken back by his forcefulness, it kinda turned you on a little, but you pushed those thoughts aside. Staring up at the angel standing front of you, you glopped and nodded, taking a shallow breath, shaking.

           “Then what do you suggest Cas?” you softly, laying a hand on his. He smirked a little, looking into your (e/c) eyes. “I have one idea, it may be our best shot.”

           “While what is it Cas?” Dean demanded. You tilted your head as Cas kept starring at you intently, he looked over to Dean and back to you.

           “I’m not sure how Y/N would feel, but I could possess her and be bait as her?” You looked at Cas as if he was off his bloody rocker. “Excuse me? You mean use me as your meat suit for a few hours, while I just sit back idly in my own mind?” You couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about it, “Are you out of your stupid angel mind? Did falling from heaven knock a few screws loose?” You starred at him, sitting up from your slouched position. Dean looked at you and shrugged, your jaw dropped. “Seriously? Do I get any say in this whole thing?”

           “Of course Y/N you have to give me permission to enter your body,” He said innocently, but that was not at all how you or your brothers took it, Dean went to the edge of his seat and Sam blushed crimson. You couldn’t help the remark that fell from your lips, “Oh, Cas, you make me all tingly when you talk to me like that,” your voice dripping with sarcasm. Cas cleared his throat when he caught on to what you were saying. He coughed and looked anywhere but your face, “But, fine you can wear me to prom Cas. But what happens to your man suit, while you wear my lady suit?” He looked at you, and shrugged. “I suppose he can just lay on a bed while I use you.” You rolled your eyes at the trench coat wearing angel. “So, I, uh, give you permission and whatever to use my body,” you winked at Cas and licked your lips, Dean groaned. “God Y/N, do you need to act like that? It’s weird enough my best friend will be in my little sisters body, you don’t need to make it sexual.” You shrugged it off and stood up, ready for Cas to wear you like a nice pant suit.

           “You may feel slightly uncomfortable Y/N,” Cas said laying down on the bed next to you. You rolled your eyes, “like this whole situation isn’t slightly uncomfortable.” Dean nodded, as did Sam, this was gonna be awkward. “Wait Cas!?” You asked quickly, “What happens to me, while you’re inside my head?” Cas smiled up at you, “you’ll feel as if you’re asleep, you’ll have no control of your body or thoughts, I will control you for the next 24 hours. Are you ready Y/N?” You nodded and this weird icy feeling filled your body and then you blacked out momentarily, falling back. Dean caught you, “Hey, Y/N? You okay?” Sam was standing above you, concern etched all over his giant features.

           Cas woke up and looked around, so this is what it looks like to see from her eyes. Cas looked up, and seen Sam damn she is short, she wasn’t kidding when she said she felt like a mole hill next to mount Everest when she stood next to Sam. “Y/N? You okay? Dean asked, Cas (you) nodded, “It’s Cas now, not Y/N,” he answered. Dean cocked any eyebrow, “I must say, a female vessel suits you nicely Cas,” he chuckled at the angel who now was wearing his little sister as a meat suit. Cas looked down at his new body, her body is very nice, she looks lovely from these angles.

           You groaned in the back of your mind, which felt like an overstuffed burrito, god, this is uncomfortable. You let your ‘mind’ slip into the back, no need to be talking and causing Cas to pay attention to you, while he was working. “I quite like this body,” Cas said as he slide his fingers down the sides of your body. Even though it was your voice talking, you could hear Cas’s real gravelly voice in your head, and even though it was your hands, it sent a shivers down your spine. Cas noticed and, smiled a sly smile. “Alright Cas, let’s go and get this over with.” Cas grabbed his trench coat from his former vessel and slid it on his arms, which now were way too small for the coat. Dean looked at Cas, “I think you’re gonna have to leave that behind buddy.” Cas nodded and took the angel blade, putting into your over the knee leather boots.

*After the hunt*

Cas walked back into the hotel room which you were staying in by yourself, for womanly privacy as you always said to the boys. You didn’t want to share a bed with your brothers. Hmmm, wonder what she thinks about from time to time? Your ‘mind’ jolted awake as you felt Cas rummaging through your brain. Shit, hopefully he stops, you whined in the back and prayed he’d listened. But of course he didn’t, but he soon stopped when he stepped into the bathroom, he took your clothes off slowly and your mind went crazy, even though ‘you’ were undressing yourself, it felt like Cas was doing it. And from the smile on your face, you could tell Cas was enjoying himself, a little too much. He stood in front of the mirror, starring at you nice breasts and down torso, to your cute little toes, Y/N has such a beautiful body, he thought as he slid her hands down her body, ghosting over her nipples, which became hard from such a simple touch. Cas liked the sensation of how your body reacted to ‘him’ touching you. He could hear you in the back of your mind, saying something but it was muffled and static. He slid your hands down further, past your navel, and down to your fiery core. Your body was dripping wet, and smell of your arousal filled the small bathroom. Your wetness seeped from your soaked core and dripped down your leg. Cas smiled at how he could tear you apart from the inside now. I know you can hear me Y/N, I know how much you like this. I wonder what fantasies you have for me, your Angel of the lord. His voice was thick and lustful, as he quickly crawled through your mind. You wanted him to stop, this would be awkward in the morning, but you couldn’t help yourself, you loved being dominated by him from the inside. So you’re quite the kinky one little Y/N, and the way you think about me, doing those things to you, it’s quite appetizing. You couldn’t help it, you were screaming for Cas to stop, let your body go, so he could pleasure you with his usual vessel, so you could look into his amazing cobalt eyes and scream his name to the world. But of course he didn’t listen.

           Cas smiled and looked in the mirror, looking at your body, before dipping one of your fingers into your core, and grazing over your enlarged clit, a strange glint crossed your eyes. Cas did this again, this time harder, causing a small moan to escape your lips, you were losing it in the back of your mind, you were climbing the walls, and begging for him to stop and let you go. I like when you beg, keep going and I’ll think about it. He ghosted your fingers across your clit again, beg for your angel lord to let you go and to come and tear you apart in every way possible, beg Y/N, beg. You couldn’t take it anymore and begged, you pleaded for him to let go, a small smile ghosted across your delicate face, Cas walked you the shower and sat your body down. I’ll be back my little angel. With that your body felt empty, and you opened your eyes, looking around blinking a few times. ”What a rush,” you whispered and took in your surroundings, you were in the shower. ‘Why am I here,’ then is dawned on you Cas left your body there when he left your body and said he would be back for you. So you sat and waited like any good little angel would