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31 Days Of Derek Hale
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 17: NippleslĂŒt
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Alpha Derek Hale was taking a shower, a little irritated that he was rock hard and his husband was working the nightshift. Normally whenever Derek got a little frisky, he was all too happy to rush over to Stiles and go to town. However, he was a little miffed that he was all cocked and loaded, yet he was stuck all by himself with just his hand.
âDamn it,â Derek growled as he pumped away at his throbbing cock, even using some of Stilesâs shampoo to help do the trick.
Still, jerking off just failed in comparison to actually fucking.Â
Derek was about to just give up and turn the water to ice cold when he spotted an unknown blue vial in the shower. Picking it up, he eyed it and read out the chicken scratch writing on the label that read out Liquid Lust.Â
ââLiquid Lustâ?â Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes at his husbandâs antics. Stiles had been practicing potions with Deaton, and every so often, Derek would find remnants of his experiments around the house.
Still, wanting to encourage his loverâs endeavors, Derek opened the vial and sniffed at the concoction. It reeked of musk, making the alpha gag and flinch.
Unfortunately, Derekâs jerky movements caused him to lose grip of the tiny vial in the shower, leading it to falling out of his grasp.
âFuck!â Derek huffed as the smelly liquid fell out of the bottle and landed all over his hairy chest. It splattered across his pectorals, seemingly absorbing straight into his skin. The musky aroma clinging to Derek like it was emanating from him directly.
Immediately, Derek felt his nipples go hard. The little nips perked up before actually stretching out and elongating, inflating until they were large and nubby, looking like a pair of thumbs attached to his chest.
âWhat the hell?â Derek gasped as he looked down at his altered nipples. He tentatively reached up with one of his hands to prod at them. âWhat kind of potion is thisâ OOoohhhh!â
Merely grazing his fingers against his enlarged nipples sent a ripple of pleasure throughout Derek, his voice breaking out into a moan as his knees buckled. His cock throbbed even more, leaking precum. It was like a surge of pleasure never felt before. No amount of sex or jerking off had ever felt nearly as good as just touching his nipple just had.
âWha-what the fuck is going on?â Derek panted, his meaty, hairy pecs heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. His nipples seemed to burn with want, their own hardness competing with his cockâs, demanding attention from the alpha.
Almost unable to control himself, Derek reached up with both hands, running his thumbs over his hard nubs.
âUuugghhh!â he squealed, his head rolling back as he toyed with his chest. The pleasure was mind-numbing, and Derek was helpless to do anything besides rub his nipples.
This soon turned to him grabbing a strong hold of both of them with his hands, lightly tugging on his huge nipples. It felt as if Derek had two cocks on his chest, his ignored dick bobbing uselessly between his meaty thighs as he pinched his big nips.
âOohh fuuuck,â Derek bellowed out, the normally silent guy unable to stop moaning loudly, his deep voice echoing throughout the bathroom. âHoly shit, that feels so goodâ UUGHHH!â
Derek nearly shrieked as he came, his cock erupting and spewing out globs of cum that splattered against the linoleum in the shower. Basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, the werewolf felt as if heâd just shot the largest load of his life. He couldnât help but chuckle in disbelief as he tried to catch his breath.
âHoly shit,â he breathed, rinsing away his cum off the walls. His nipples remained perky and hard, and after masturbating by tugging on them once more, Derek finished his shower and toweled off.
He wiped the steam away from the mirror and frowned when he saw that his nipples were still huge and hard. They poked noticeably off his chest, looking ridiculous on his muscular, alpha male frame.
âUm, maybe thisâll wear off in the morning?â he guessed as he glanced at the vial of the liquid lust, finding no other information about it on the bottle.Â
Derek stumbled over to his bedroom, biting down on his lower lip at the shiver that traveled down his spine as the cool air from the A/C blew over his hairy chest, caressing his hard nipples. Just that light sensation was enough to make his cock begin to stir back to life, but he tried to ignore it.
He walked over to his shirt to try to cover his chest, but that proved to be another problem.
âUuughh!â Derek moaned out again as soon as he tugged his shirt on. His nipples poked against the fabric like crazy, and just the cotton running over the nubs was enough to cause his cock to go erect and shoot out cum.
Derek had to rip the shirt away off of him, panting as he gained a reprieve for his sensitive chest. âWhat the fuckâs happening to me?â he gasped, his nipples almost simmering in the air as they begged for his attention some more.
That night Derek barely got any sleep at all. He would try to lie down on his back, but whenever the covers brushed up against his hard nipples, heâd go rock hard and have to tug on his nips to ease his horniness. Whenever he tried to lie on his front, it led to the alpha uncontrollably squirming against the mattress, moaning loudly as he ground his chest against the hard mattress, loving how it felt to rub his nipples against it, but also humiliated over what a huge nippleslut he was turning into.
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do with these?!â he roared in frustration, looking down at his big nipples.Â
When morning came, Derek was slightly relieved to hear the front door opening, meaning that Stiles had come home.
Derek leapt out of the cum-covered bed and raced downstairs to his husband, eager for some answers.
âHey, Derâ what happened to your nipples?â a tired-looking Stiles asked from the entryway once he saw the large nubs attached his husbandâs muscled chest.
Derek gestured down at his nubby nipples with a shaky hand. âI accidentally spilt some of that liquid lust potion of yours on them, and now theyâreâ this! And theyâre super sensitive!â he growled, his cock already starting to twitch at the mere thought of playing with his chest again.
Stilesâs eyes widened. âYou messed with my potion?â he gasped in shock. âThat was just a test. I donât know if thereâs a cure for it.â
Derek paled. âSo Iâm stuck like this?â he asked, looking down at his hard and sensitive nipples, imagining a life where heâd have to walk around constantly shirtless with his massive nubs on display. Theyâre so sensitive that he seriously doubted that heâd ever be able to get off again without someone playing with his nipples.
Stiles frowned for a moment before offering a meek smile. âIf it helps,â he said, slowly reaching up, âI could play with them, if youâd like?â
He reached up and ran his thumb over one of the nubby nipples, and Derek instantly swooned.
âOoohhh,â he moaned, his cock going straight to attention. âP-please, play with them some more.â He leaned forward and shoved his chest towards Stiles, looking forward to spending the day having Stiles play with his enlarged nipples, the nubs already tingling with anticipation.
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31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 27: Hot Cop
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âWell, well, if it isnât none other than the infamous Derek Hale,â Sheriff Stilinski sighed as he sat down in the driverâs side of the cruiser.Â
Derek just glared silently back through the fence-like barrier that separated the two of them. He huffed angrily through his nostrils, keeping his lips pursed to avoid making the situation any worse for him. The young man wasnât unfamiliar with Sheriff Stilinski, often running afoul with the old man here and there. It wasnât that Derek was a career criminal by textbook standards, but he admitted that he didnât make the best choices. Thus, he had a sort of negative reputation around Beacon Hills, with most of the sheriff department keeping a watchful eye on him.
The cruiserâs engine roared alive, and the Sheriff drove down the road towards the station.
Derek silently steamed in the backseat, perfectly content with not saying a single word.
However, the Sheriff cleared his throat and eyed the werewolf in the rearview mirror. âYou know, Derek,â the Sheriff said, his rough voice taking on a kind air, âIâd promised your family that Iâd look after you. But for some reason, you just canât seem to keep your nose outta trouble.â
Derek just grunted, rolling his eyes. He tried to tune out the cop and focus on the woods outside the window.Â
The Sheriff continued though. âAnd,â he pressed, a different tone overtaking his deep voice, âIâve seen you eying my boy.â
Derek winced and fought hard to maintain his cool, but he could tell that he looked worried as his bushy eyebrows knitted together. Of course he found the Sheriffâs son, Stiles, attractive and it was true that heâd been trying to court him; however, he hadnât counted on the old man being that perceptive.
âWhat are you talking about?â Derek tried to play it off, his heart starting to race in his chest.
The Sheriff lowly chuckled. âDerek,â he said, clicking his tongue, âI have my own skills, too. And letâs just say that although I like you and your family, Iâm not too happy to have someone like you following my son around.â
Being used to being seen as less, Derek snorted and prepared a sharp retort. However, when he opened his mouth, his eyes widened when no sound came out. He cleared his throat and tried again, but not matter how hard he tried, the werewolf couldnât utter a noise. He felt his heart start to race in his chest as he tried with all of his might to make the slightest bit of noise. However, every single attempt was futile.
The Sheriff smirked back at the struggling werewolf in the rearview mirror. âBut you donât have a job right now, do you Derek?â he pressed, an odd happy quality to his voice.
âNo, Sir,â Derek felt himself respond without thinking. He wondered what was going onâ why he could only seem to speak when the Sheriff allowed him to, and why heâd called him âSirâ.
âThatâs a shame,â the Sheriff added. âYou were always so cheery and polite. I wouldâve figured youâd be the star employee somewhere by now.â
Cheery and polite? Sure, Derek wasnât a blatant asshole, but neither of those adjectives described him in the least.
âThank you, Sir,â Derek heard himself reply again. âI always do try my hardest, but gosh darn, the job market is tricky.â The werewolfâs stomach fell as he heard himself speak in such a dweebish tone. He tried to force himself to cuss out the sheriff, but as soon as the words were almost on his tongue, theyâd fled.
The Sheriff cleared his throat and went on. âWell, if youâre interested, the police academy is always taking in new recruits. I think youâd be a good fit.â
Derek wanted to decline immediately, hating the idea of seeing himself strutting around Beacon Hills as some police officer who acts all goody two-shoes and whatnot. âThat sounds like an awesome idea, Sir,â Derek happily agreed, and he felt his face stretch out into a giddy smile. He spotted his own reflection in the rearview mirror and inwardly flinched at how dorky he looked being all smiles; however, his attention was quickly diverted when he noticed something else.
Derekâs eyes widened even further when he saw that his jeans and white tank top had completely disappeared from his body. As quickly as his old clothes had vanished, new ones reappeared in their stead. Navy blue khakis were tightly wrapped around his powerful legs, looking almost skintight and like there was barely any extra room in there. His torso had on a navy blue, button down shirt that had the patches of the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department sewn onto the short sleeves. Right above the right pocket was a small silver name tag that read out: âHALEâ. A black belt appeared around his waist, equipped with all of his police equipment that heâd need for his new job.
Derekâs smile faltered for a brief second before it took over once again. âThank you, Sir,â he grinned. âIâve always wanted to be a cop ever since I was a kid.â
The Sheriff nodded. âI know it, Derek,â he hummed. âI can tell by the way youâve dedicated yourself to fitness.â
Before he could ponder over what that meant, Derek felt all of his muscles tense up simultaneously. The first thing Derek noticed was his thighs steadily growing larger and rounder, closing the gap between them little by little. However, his line of sight was soon cut off by his growing chest muscles. His pecs inflated and pushed outwards, taking up the remaining room in his shirt until it was skintightâ POP! The top two buttons of his police shirt popped off, revealing the new, deep pec cleavage he now possessed. His arms grew in size, his biceps inflating to the size of melons as they bulged with power out of his short sleeves. They rested on flaring lats, giving the werewolf a broad appearance that reeked of masculine power. When he looked back into the mirror, Derek saw his neck steadily broaden in tandem with his shoulders, effectively giving him the appearance of a bodybuilder in a police uniform.Â
His heart raced in his inflated chest, but instead of voicing his panic, all Derek could say was, âThat you, Sir. Last weigh in, I came in at three-hundred pounds of solid muscleâ all for the good of protecting my community.â
The station came into sight and the Sheriffâs own smile dominated his older face. âThatâs the right attitude to have, Derek,â he said. âI know youâll be a great man of the law.â
Derek felt his old self starting to slip, quickly being dominated with the muscled Dudley Do-Right cop heâd been turned into. He grit his teeth to prevent the change from taking over, but it was futile. In a matter of seconds, the old trouble-making Derek Hale was quickly replaced with Deputy Hale: the bodybuilding cop who was as straight-laced as they came.
Derekâs smile grew even more, genuinely this time, as he noticed the station as the Sheriff parked in front.
Derek exited the back of the cruiser, unsure why heâd decide to ride in the backâ he probably lost a dare and was playing around with Sheriff Stilinski. The older man was like a father to him, and Derek respected him with every fiber of his being. As soon as the new cop took a step out of the cruiser and felt his large thighs rub against each other and noticed how heavy his pecs and arms were, he cocked his eyebrow in confusion for a moment. Maneuvering around felt awkward, almost as if he was getting used to strutting around in such a muscled body.
Derek snorted and shook his head, knowing that was ridiculous. He worked out religiously and was always super muscled, easily dwarfing all of the other men on the force.
The muscled policeman waddled up to the station, but froze when he saw the Sheriffâs son, Stiles, hanging by the entrance. He felt his heart race in his beefy chest and blush form on his face over how cute Stiles looked.Â
âOh, um, h-hi there, Stiles,â Derek gushed, looking like some lovestruck dork in front of the station for all to see. âWhat brings you here?â
Stiles paused for a moment, his own eyebrows furrowing for a second. âI came to see my dad,â he mumbled, his eyes running up and down Derekâs bulging form, making the copâs heart race even faster. âDerek, d-did you⊠um, this might sound weird, but you look different for some reason. I canât put my finger on it.â
This time, Deputy Derek shared Stilesâs confusion, and for a flash, the way his body felt so heavy and the sensation of his skintight uniform on his muscles felt all too wrong. However, just as quickly as the feeling had occurred, it evaporated into thin air and Derekâs smile widened even more.
âI just got back from the gym,â he happily gushed, raising both of his powerful arms above his head to form a double biceps pose. The movement caused his massive biceps to curl completely out of his sleeves and bulge with power. âItâs probably the pump youâre noticing.â
Stiles blushed a little as he stared at Derekâs huge muscles. âYeah, I guess thatâs it,â he admitted.
Not wanting to waste any time, while still flexing, Derek blurted out, âWant to do something this Saturday?â he asked. â⊠with me? Please?â
Stiles wanted to argue, to say that something was definitely different about Deputy Hale. However, his memories seemed to recall seeing the muscled up cop working shoulder to shoulder with his father for quite some time. âSure,â he finally agreed.
Deputy Hale dropped his arms, letting them rest atop his lats a near right angle. âG-great!â he eagerly stuttered, the giddy new deputy over the moon at the prospect of finally taking the Sheriffâs son out. âIâll pick you up at seven!â
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 09: Merge
Info â 01 â 02 â 03 â 04 â 05 â 06 â 07 â 08 â 09

âYouâre the worst alpha Iâve ever had!â Peter yelled, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.
Derek snarled in response, baring his massive werewolf fangs. âI wouldnât have to be so hard on you if you werenât so damn stupid!â he countered.
The two werewolves continued to argue and yell at each other, their bellowing voices echoing throughout the house and making peace nearly impossible.Â
Meanwhile, Stiles rubbed at his temples in irritation as he tried to read some articles for his college classes, irked that he couldnât get any studying done with the werewolvesâ dick measuring contest going on in the background. Worse was that ever since Peter miraculously came back from the dead, he and Derek seemed to be at each otherâs throats constantly.
âYouâre the most selfish member of the pack!â Derek growled, puffing out his chest as he tried to threaten the older werewolf. âI shouldâve kicked your ass out a long time ago!â
Peter, being the drama queen that he was, rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. âOh please, Pup,â he spat. âYou have no clue what the hell youâre doing. Shit, your little pack would fall apart if it wasnât for my help.â
The two men kept yelling at each other, ruining any semblance of tranquility as they puffed out their chests in what could be described as a âBro Offâ. Both of them would bark and yell, yet neither one of them dared to throw the first punch.
Finally, Stiles slammed his book shut, over their childish behavior. âWill both of you shut the fuck up?!â he cried.
Derek and Peter both froze to stare at him in bewilderment.
âHe started it,â Derek muttered, gesturing at Peter heatedly.
âI donât care who started it!â Stiles exclaimed. âWeâre all in the same pack, so if the two of you could figure out a way to be closer, thatâd be perfect!â
As soon as the words left Stilesâs full lips, an electric quality appeared in the air, making the hairs on the werewolvesâ arms stand at attention. Before anyone could ask what was going on, Derek and Peter felt themselves moving towards one another, their limbs acting on their own accord.
Against their will, Derek and Peter both raised their arms and seemingly embraced one another in a hug, the two of them wearing worried expressions on their handsome faces as they desperately tried to regain control of their bodies. Even Stiles was shocked, his jaw hanging low as he watched the two werewolves hug one another.
Then something else happened.
Derek was the taller one, and it seemed as if Peterâs smaller (yet still muscled) body melted into Derekâs larger one. As the werewolves merged together, their muscles appeared to combine, becoming larger and much more defined. Their arms combined, becoming larger with much bigger biceps than before. Pecs protruded out in front of their bodies, capped by large, nubby nipples that were twice the size of their respective ones. Even their clothes seemed to merge together, taking Peterâs blue button down and Derekâs white tank, morphing them into a blue and white muscle tank top that served to show off their large muscles.
Derek and Peter were stunned silent as their heads positioned themselves upon broadened shoulders, sitting side by side.
When the changes finally ceased, standing where the two werewolves previously argued with one another, was a two-headed muscle beast. Derek and Peter stared in shock and horror as they used the buff arm that they could control to feel around their shared body, blushing when they could feel the exact same sensations.
âWh-what happened to us?!â Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward as if he could pull himself away from his shared body. All that served to do was make his new body stumble, Peter in control of the other leg.
Even Stiles was stunned silent, unable to wrap his head around what was happening. Moments before, Derek and Peter had been arguing, and then they were sharing a body that was twice the size of their normal ones.
Peter felt around his shared body in disbelief, bristling when he noted the obscene size of his enlarged muscles. âH-how did this happen?!â he gasped, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he and his nephew shared an over-muscled body.
Stiles shook his head in disbelief. âAll I meant for you two to be closer, not this!â he hurriedly cried.Â
The two-headed werewolf struggled to stalk forward, each one of them using the leg that they controlled.
âYou better figure out a way to fix this!â Derek growled. âHow the fuck can I be expected to perform my alpha duties with this dumbass attached to me? And how can I be expected to be with my boyfriend when Iâm sharing a bodyâŠâ He trailed off when his thoughts were clouded over with Peterâs.
Derek turned his head to glare at Peterâs, who attempted to look away, but given their unwanted proximity, the attempt was moot.
âReally?â Derek growled, anger bubbling up in his gut.
Peter blushed, but tried his hardest to look unbothered. âHeâs kinda cute,â he muttered under his breath, referencing his secret crush on Stiles, which Derek could pick up on thanks to their shared body.
Both of the werewolves flinched when they felt a throbbing in their pants. They each used the arm they controlled to yank down their pants, revealing the twin cocks that they possessed. Both of the impressive members stood at perfect attention, directed straight towards the shocked human.
Derek and Peter sniffed at the air, surprised at the heat radiating off of Stiles.
âReally?â they both asked in unison, shocked at the fact that Stiles seemed to be turned on.Â
Stiles shrugged cheekily. âWell, I love Derek, but I also think that Peter is hot, in a weird sorta way,â he admitted, blushing.
Derek and Peter sighed, their shared shoulders rising and falling with the action.
Derek used his arm to scratch at the back of his head. âWell,â he mumbled, âI guess we could try to make this workâŠâ
Peter looked downward at the two cocks that were attached to his and Derekâs shared body. âI hope that Stiles can take two at a time,â he said.
Stiles eagerly nodded. âI can look up some stretches!â he rushed, already looking forward to getting fucked by his new two-headed boyfriend.
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 22: Stripper
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"You know, Derek,â Isaac scoffed as he trailed behind his alpha in the dimly-lit club, âwhen I agreed to come to your bachelor party, I didnât think that weâd be stalking Stiles during his bachelor party.â
Derek just grunted in response, using his werewolf eyes to scan the crowd. His snarl was set deep on his face as he looked for his fiancĂ©, ready to tear some guy who gets too close to him to shreds. In the back of his mind, Derek was already berating Scott for dragging Stiles to a strip club. Granted Stiles and Derek hadnât explicitly vetoed strippers at their respective bachelor parties, Derek wasnât good at quashing down his jealous side.
Hence, heâd bribed Isaac with the promise of whiskey and cigars in the guise of a bachelor party, when in reality they were spying on Stiles.
âHeâs right over there,â Isaac sighed, gesturing towards a private booth.
Derek narrowed his eyes in that direction, seeing Stiles sitting with Lydia and enjoying copious amounts of alcohol. Stiles had ordered a bright pink one that had an array of colorful fruits on top of the glass, and he eagerly sipped it down as he chatted away with his friends. Even though it was clear that this club was meant to have some dancers, given the pole on top of the table, Derek was slightly relieved when he saw that his fiancĂ© wasnât anywhere near the strippers.
âOh,â Derek muttered, feeling a little foolish.
âSee?â Isaac said, clapping his alpha on the back. âAll that worrying for nothing. Shoot, if you were really that concerned, then why donât you just be his stripper?â Shaking his head, Isaac stalked over to the table where Stilesâs bachelor party was at, happily snatching a drink off of the table.
Derek rolled his eyes and turned around, getting ready to leave the club.
The music on the speakers changed to an upbeat tempo dance song. The beats were so loud that they took over Derekâs senses, and he struggled to hear anything outside of the wordless song that a bunch of sweaty dancers gyrated to.
He didnât notice it at first, but Derek soon became altered to the fact that he was slowly starting to shift his hips from side to side. The movement began to pick up speed until the werewolf was gyrating in the club, just like the other dancers.
The alphaâs heart started to race in his chest as he realized that he couldnât stop. No matter how much he tried to tell himself to stop dancing, Derek was quickly learning that he wasnât in control of his own body.
Derekâs hips kept swishing back and forth, and the alphaâs trepidation grew when his muscled arms started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Derek popped them off, one by one, until he tossed the useless fabric to the ground. The werewolf was shocked as he threw his hands behind his head, crunching his abs to make them pop as he couldnât stop showing off on the middle of the dance floor.Â
A few of the other patrons looked Derekâs way and even began to cheer him on.
Derek was beyond humiliated and wanted nothing more than to run off and hide from the prying eyes, but the more eyes that were on him, the worse his uncontrollable behavior grew.
Despite roaring with fury on the inside, Derek pursed his lips as he reached up with both of his hands, thumbing his nipples for the crowd. Derek was virtually begging himself to stop, but those pleas were quickly erased when he felt his cock start to harden from showing off. His hands dropped to his pants and before he could try to stop himself, the werewolf tore the denim away.
Clad in only his tight boxer briefs, the frantic Derek could only smile as he gyrated his hips, causing his hard cock to bob noticeably back and forth.
The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers as Derek was egged on.
Derek straightened up and held his head up high, his stiff legs carrying himself off the dance floor and over towards the table where Stiles sat at. Despite the cocky smirk on Derekâs handsome face, his eyes were wide and panicked, and he hoped that his fiancĂ© would figure out a way to help him.
âI heard someoneâs about to get married,â Derek said in his deep voice, crossing his thick arms over his beefy chest.
Stiles looked up from his drink, his eyes going wide at the side of the nearly naked Derek. Coughing on his cocktail, all he could do was nod.
Lydia was the only one who seemed to have her wits about her. âDerek?â she snorted. âWhy are you crashingââ
Derek stepped in front of her to approach Stiles directly, smiling widely despite his freaked out eyes betraying his cocky expression.
âWell,â Derek heard himself say, âI hope your future husband can take care of all your needs.â He felt himself turn around and flex his meaty bubblebutt. He playfully bent over, wiggling his perky butt for his fiancĂ©, feeling cool air pass over his cheeks more than it should have. Derek looked down at his crotch, inwardly wincing at how his boxer briefs had somehow morphed into a tight, black thong. The pouch was filled to bursting with his massive cock, and suddenly, he could feel the small strap of fabric slipping between his huge cheeks, allowing his bubblebutt to be on full display. To add to it, cuffs appeared on his wrists while a collar and bowtie magically popped around his neck. Derek cringed at his new, slutty outfit, but his body only fed into it.
Derek turned back around and flexed his large biceps in front of Stilesâs awed face, briefly leaning down to lick his massive mounds. His pecs bounced up and down, and Derek grabbed the back of Stilesâs head, pulling it forward so that his face was shoved into the crevice of Derekâs impressive pectorals. Despite being extremely embarrassed by his actions, Derek couldnât deny that he was also turned off by showing off for his fiancĂ©.
Erica drunkenly tossed a few dollars at Derekâs feet, and Derek felt himself up the ante.
His thumbs hooked into the thin straps of his thong and he quickly tugged the skimpy fabric down, allowing his hard seven inches to bob out in the open air for everyone to see.
Derek was screaming on the inside, but all he could do was helplessly smile and wrap his fingers around his thick cock. He moaned loudly as he began to jerk himself off in front of Stiles, a growing crowd forming behind him to watch the show. When he thought that things couldnât get any worse, Derek dropped to his knees and eagerly buried his face in Stilesâs covered crotch.
Stiles immediately grew hard, and despite having about a billion questions regarding way Derek was acting the way he was, he couldnât help but give in. He unzipped his pants and allowed his slutty fiancĂ© to fish his cock out.
Derek felt himself lean in and take all of Stilesâs cock into his mouth hungrily. He couldnât prevent his loud moans from thundering out from himself as he sucked off his fiancĂ©. Derek wasnât used to being the one giving a blowjob, but he was somehow able to deep throat the entirety of Stilesâs cock, even pausing a bit to lap at his slit. Worse was that he couldnât stop himself from flexing his muscles and wiggling his huge muscle butt, the squishy globes jiggling wildly behind him for the crowd to gawk at.
No matter how humiliated Derek felt, he couldnât ignore how great it felt to suck off his fiancĂ©â plus, it was even more amazing for having others to cheer for him.Â
Stiles tensed up and came, shooting his hot load straight down Derekâs throat. The werewolf greedily guzzled it down, moaning loudly as he did so.
Derek felt all of the large muscles in his body flex and bulge as he came, shuddering as he unleashed his load all over the floor of the club. He moaned loudly as he came, made all the more worse but he fact that the whole crowd cheered him on as he came. As he panted in his post-orgasm, Derek finally felt his blush take over his face, being back in control of his body again.
âDamn, Der,â Stiles breathed as he tried to catch his breath, âyouâre the best stripper Iâve ever seen.â
Despite himself, Derek felt himself grow hard again and he couldnât help but smirk upwards at his future husband. âWell, lucky for you I have lots of moves I can try out on you,â he said, surprised that he meant it.
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 16: Himbo
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Derek Hale sat in the corner of the bar, brooding over life in general. The sourwolf had a deep frown set onto his face, scowling at nothing specificallyâ his foul mood creating a dark aura about him.
He finished his whiskey on the rocks and was about to ask for another one, when the bartender (some peppy guy with dyed blue hair) set down a large glass of beer in front of him. The golden drink mustâve been extra-carbonated because tons of tiny bubbles floated around like crazy in it.
Derek cocked his eyebrow up at the bartender. âI didnâtââ
âItâs on the house,â the bartender interrupted him. âItâs a new brand called âBubbly Beerâ.â
ââBubbly Beerâ?â Derek repeated incredulously, almost scoffing at the stupid sounding name. The tough alpha wouldnât be caught dead drinking such a ridiculous drink.Â
Still, free was free.
Shrugging his shoulders, Derek brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip of the bubble-filled beer. It was sickeningly sweet and the carbonation made the drink more akin to soda than actual beer.
Derek grimaced at the drink, nearly gagging. He hated sweets.
However, the alcohol content mustâve been high, because after that singular sip of beer, Derek could already feel a slight buzz. His brain felt a little foggy and it actually seemed to dull his angst.
âMeh,â he hummed. âDoes the trick, I guess.â
Derek took another sip.
The fog settled in deeper, and a dazed grin formed on Derekâs face. He leaned back further into his chair, unaware of the knowing smirk from the bartender. He struggled to think back to what was bothering him in the first place.
He happily brought the glass back up to his lips, but this time he took a couple gulps of the beer.
Derekâs smile grew a little larger, but it almost subsided when he started to feel a little warm. Like a sudden total wave of heat crashing upon him, Derek suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. His white button down shirt was suddenly a bit too thick for his liking, and having it buttoned up all the way made him feel awkward, almost like he was wearing a large tent.Â
In an attempt to gain some sort of ease, Derek reached up and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.
âThatâs soooooo much better,â he sighed, his goofy grin coming back full force once he wasnât completely covered. His toned pecs were slightly exposed to the cool air of the bar.
Derek took a few more gulps of the beer.
The legs of the chair groaned loudly as Derek squirmed around. His chest felt heavier and his arms kept colliding with his sides in a way that they hadnât before⊠right?
Derekâs heart raced in his beefy chest for a moment, but he quickly shrugged his anxiety away as he glanced down at his meaty muscletits. His massive pecs were barely covered by the button down shirt that they strained against, his nubby nipples poking teasingly against the fabric. His large biceps bulged out of his straining sleeves, constantly bumping against pecs and lats, hindering each one of Derekâs movements. And lastly, the werewolf rocked back and forth on his humongous bubblebutt that strained his jeans to bursting, the big ass making it look like Derek was sitting on a bunch of cushions.
Derek caught a nerdy guy sneak a peek at him from across the bar, and he couldnât resist lifting one of his big arms to flex a powerful bicep.
The nerdâs jaw dropped, yet he quickly recomposed himself and stood up, slowly heading over towards Derek.
Derek finished off the last of the bubbly beer, setting the empty glass onto the bar.
âUm, h-hey,â the small nerdy guy smiled at Derek. âWhat brings you here all alone?â
Derek smiled back full force at the other guy, his cock rocketing to life. The ten inch monster snaked down his pant leg noticeably, looking like he was stuffing a summer sausage down his pants.
âOh yâknow,â Derek chirped back, âIâm just, like, totally out here looking for cute guys!â He giggled at the end of his statement, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his eyes up and down hungrily over the nerdâs body.
The nerd smiled back nervously, nearly drooling over Derekâs bulbous muscletits. âWell,â he said, âIâm about to ditch this place, if you wanna come with?â
âSure!â Derek quickly said, practically hopping out of his chair. He snatched a tight hold of the smaller guyâs hand and began to walk towards the exit.
Derek paused for a brief second, feeling as if something was wrong. His gait was thrown off by the constant jiggling of his bubblebutt behind him, and he had to arch his back slightly to account for his huge pecs. Plus, his head felt so slow.
And he was so painfully horny!Â
Despite himself, all he seemed to be able to focus on was cock and getting his big butt stuffed full with the nerdâs. His lust took over and that foggy sensation clouded over his brain again, effectively silencing that alarm bell.Â
âLike, this is totally gonna be the best night ever!â Derek cheered as he wiggled his hips, causing his big butt to bounce wildly, loving the lustful look in the nerdâs eyes.
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 31: Tyler Hoechlin to Derek Hale TF
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Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this Derek Hale Tf Marathon! It was so much fun to make, and I hope that you all liked what I put out!
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Actor Tyler Hoechlin filtered through some emails to waste time before he had to get ready. The actor was supposed to make an appearance at some celebrity Halloween party for photo ops. He wasnât above taking a picture here and there, but he hadnât even began to think about a costume, nor had his assistant just grabbed one for him.
âI could just wear a bedsheet and go as a ghost?â Tyler chuckled to himself, thinking that itâd be so lame that itâd be good.
He deleted several emails from casting agents who thought that heâd be great in one of their low-budget horror movies that was supposed to go straight to steaming services. Tyler couldnât help but grimace at doing anything horror related.
After spending so many years being cast as Derek Hale on Teen Wolf, the last thing he wanted to do was something spooky-ish, lest he risk being typecasted. Already, the actor played Superman on Superman & Lois, but he still had several people on the street referring to him as âDerekâ. Of course, Tyler was grateful that so many fans appreciated his work on the MTV series, but there was a part of him that was ready to let the role go.
Which was why heâd frowned deeply at the email from Jeff Davis, the creator of Teen Wolf. Tyler begrudgingly clicked on it, scanning it a little until he got to the reason for the reaching out:
ââŠMTV is interested in rebooting the Teen Wolf series, and after the negative reception of the movie, the producers have decided not to count it as canon. Can we count on you to return as Beacon Hillsâs resident Alpha, Derek Hale?â
Not even bothering to respond to it, Tyler moved the mouse towards the garbage icon to delete it. Before he could click it, his laptop screen flickered and an odd electric shock sparked out, actually shocking Tyler.
The actor recoiled his hand at the sensation, the electric shock sending a tingling feeling throughout the rest of his body for a brief moment.
âWhat the hell?â Tyler wondered aloud. He closed his laptop and shoved himself away from his desk, making a mental note to buy a new laptop tomorrow since his was obvious short-circuiting.Â
He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, seeing that he was supposed to start getting ready for the party. Tyler rubbed his temples and walked towards the bathroom so that he could start getting ready.Â
As he undressed, the actor could feel a little apprehension starting to seep into his bones about attending the party. The normally social Tyler Hoechlin, for some unknown reason, began to frown at the thought of being at a stuffy Halloween party that was going to be packed with people, wall to wall. The thought of being trapped in a room, shoulder to shoulder, with other people made Tyler shudder, and he began to think of reasons to bail. He thought that it was odd, but he chalked it up to his social battery just being abnormally low that night.
Still, Tyler told himself that he couldnât just be a no-show. Heâd promised his friend and previous costar, Dylan OâBrien, that heâd show up and the two could catch up over a drink.
Tyler couldâve sworn that his heart started to race in his chest for some reason, his limbs tingling with excitement. âWhatâs going on?â he mumbled to himself, confused as to why he seemed to be so giddy to see Dylan. âItâs just Stiles. I saw him last weekâŠâ
He coughed and cleared his throat, having no clue why heâd accidentally referred to Dylan as his old character, Stiles. Tyler shook it off and hopped into the shower. As he bathed, Tyler couldnât seem to get Dylan out of his head.
âWhat is going on with me?â he asked himself, wondering why he couldnât get the manâs dimples out of his mind. What was even weirder to the man was that his cock started to plump up, sticking straight out in front of him.
Tyler had never had a gay thought in his life, and despite seeing all of the Sterek fan art online, heâd never entertained the thought of him and Dylan together. Yet, for some unknown reason, the more he pictured his toned, mole-spotted body, his cock throbbed even harder.
âFuck it,â Tyler grunted as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping away.
Tyler was so lost in the pleasure that rippled throughout his body as he jerked off, bellowing out low moans the entire time. His free hand ran over his muscled chest, his fingers running through the thick pelt of chest hairâ
âWh-what?â Tyler grunted as he looked down, still playing with his throbbing cock as he stared down at his previously smooth chest. Despite having just shaved his pecs earlier that morning for some pictures as the smooth-chested Superman, Tylerâs chest was now covered in thick, black chest hair. The hairs covered his meaty pecs and ran down his stomach, connecting to his bush by a noticeable happy trail. âWhat the hellâs goinâ on?â
Tylerâs confusion was briefly forgotten when all of his large muscles tensed up, and his cock erupted with a spray of cum, shooting a large load against the linoleum of his shower.Â
The stud was left panting, leaning against the other wall of the shower as he tried to catch his breath. Tyler ran a shaky hand through his wet hair, trying to piece together the fact that not only was his chest hairy, but heâd also just jerked off to another guyâ one of his past costars at that.
âI guess Stiles is kinda cute,â he begrudgingly muttered, flinching for a second. âUm, I mean Dylan.â
Tyler finished up his shower and dried himself off in a daze, struggling to wrap his head around what was going on. He knew that something was up, but whenever he tried to concentrate on it, a new growing part of his brain told him not to worry about it. Even as he dried off his hairy chest, his panic that he knew shouldâve been there was barely audible.
The actor was puzzling over it as he lumbered back to his bedroom to get dressed. He opted to grab a nice designer suit of out his closet, one that was supposed to make him look like 007. Yet, when Tyler pulled on the white button shirt, he huffed in irritation over how tight it felt.
âDamn it,â he grunted, unable to close the top four buttons of the shirt over his broad chest muscles. He tried his best to suck in his stomach in order to make himself smaller, but his fuzzy pecs were too large to fit into the tiny shirt. His wide back muscles were far too wide, and his biceps threatened to tear the expensive fabric to shreds. Tyler couldâve sworn that the shirt had fit him perfectly at the store, yet now it was at least two sizes too small for him.
With an annoyed huff, Tyler tossed the shirt to the floor and stomped over to his wardrobe to find something that would fit over his muscles. As he stared at the expensive clothes in his closet, Tyler couldnât help but feel a large bubble of animosity start to form in his gut. The thought of parading around in such garish and over-priced threads was almost repulsive to him.
Without a second thought, Tyler hurried over to his dresser and yanked on a tight, gray tank top that barely fit over his large muscles. He pulled on some worn blue jeans that hugged his butt nicely. As the finishing piece, Tyler snatched a black leather jacket out of his closet and shrugged it on, feeling much more at home in it than he would some brand name suit.
Tyler paused to look at himself in the mirror before exiting his house, noting that he looked like he was wearing his usual outfit that his character Derek Hale wore on the set of Teen Wolf. He snickered and rolled his eyes, but then gasped.
âWhat the hellâŠ?â his voice trailed off when he leaned in closer to the mirror, his eyes honing in on his teeth. As impossible as it seemed, Tyler couldâve sworn that his canines were bigger. They stood out much more prominently than the rest of his teeth, looking like the actor was wearing caps over them, trying to make them look larger and sharper. âI, uh, I guess these are supposed to be the sharper teeth⊠Shit!â
Tyler jerked back in surprise at the way his smooth, freshly shaven chin was now covered in a trimmed beard. The way his sideburns connected to it indicated that Tyler mustâve been growing out his facial hair over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. However, he knew for a fact that heâd shaved his face not even an hour ago, letting him know that something was indeed wrong.
In disbelief, the hairier hunk grabbed at the hairs covering his chin, shocked that they were real and attached to him.
His heart began to race in his beefy chest, but he was quickly distracted when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Despite himself, Tyler snatched it out and glanced at the screen, his stomach doing flips when he read that it was a text from Stiles/Dylan.
Hey! Iâm at the party! Youâre coming, right? it read.
Tyler couldnât ignore the giddy excitement that rippled through him, and he caught himself smiling like a goofball, his larger canines poking out of his mouth.
On my way, he responded, grabbing his keys and leaving his house.Â
Tyler rushed over to his garage and opened the door, not even thinking twice before hopping into his black Camaro instead of his Tesla before he sped down the street towards the party, eager to see Stilesâ or Dylan.
He floored the gas pedal as he rushed to the party, irritated when he hit a red light. Tyler groaned impatiently and rested his head against the headrest in irritation. His eyes glanced towards the rearview mirror, and Tyler gasped at what he saw.
He almost tore the rearview mirror off of its fixture as he leaned closer, seeing that his brow appeared much more prominent than it shouldâve. That, and his eyebrows were missing for some reason. His ears had elongated, ending in points that protruded far off his head.
Tyler ran a disbelieving hand over his facial features, feeling ridiculous. He had just enough awareness to recall looking in the mirror on the set of Teen Wolf, seeing the same exact look whenever he was made up into Derek Haleâs beta form. Yet, he could feel the nerve endings whenever he touched his new canine ears, paling at what that indicatedâ
HONK!Â
The car behind him blared its horn as the light turned green, snapping Tyler out of his panic.
Tyler just bared his teeth in the mirror and continued on his way. All of the cars on the road, the bright lights of the city, and the too poppy songs on the radio all seemed to get under the studâs skin, and a firm scowl planted itself onto his handsome face.
It wasnât long until Tyler pulled up in front of a large convention center that had a valet service up front. He stopped and got out of his Camaro, unable to hold back the intimidating snarl when he tossed the valet his keys.
âThere better not be a scratch on it when I get back,â he muttered, noting the deeper quality to his voice. He cleared his throat as he walked up towards the entrance where a large bouncer stood, clipboard in hand.
âName?â the bouncer asked.
âDerek Hale,â Tyler answered automatically, flinching and clearing his throat again. âSorry about that, my nameâs Derâ er, Tyler Hoechlin.â He didnât know why saying his name seemed like some Herculean feat, the actor having to clench his fists in order to get it out of his mouth.
The bouncer simply looked down at the list on the clipboard before nodding and ushering Tyler inside.
Tyler rubbed at his temples as he tried to piece together what was happening. However, the second he stepped foot inside, all of his senses appeared to have heightened as they were all assaulted at once.Â
Tyler winced at the onslaught of stimuli: the lights in the room were far too bright and he had to nearly squint in order to adjust his sight; the music was blaring out of the speakers, blasting at a near deafening volume; and the stench of overpriced alcohol singed his nostrils, making him grimace. The stud was ready to about face until a familiar scent wafted by.
It took a few seconds for Tyler to realize that heâd been sniffing at the air like a search dog, blushing once heâd been made aware of the other celebrities eying him confusedly. Still, the familiar smell of curly fries alerted him to someone elseâs presence, and he found himself barreling through the crowd towards the source.
Tylerâs gaze honed in on Stiles, the cute guy standing over by one of the tables. He was dressed in a suit that had a red coat that made Tylerâs heart flutter in his chest. Immediately, he felt his scowl starting to loosen up the slightest bit, and the more he approached, the quicker Tyler noticed the other guy talking to Stiles.
âGrrrâŠâ Tyler growled out of instinct. As soon as the animalistic sound left his lips, the shocked stud slapped a hand over his mouth. He had no idea why heâd literally just growled like a dog, but once he looked back over at Stiles and the other man talking, he couldnât prevent the sound from uttering from his lips once more, his large chest vibrating from the noise.
Stiles picked up on the noise and looked over in his direction, smiling and waving him over. âHey!â he called.
Tyler ceased growling and couldnât prevent the wide smile from growing on his face as he hurried over to his boyfriendâ or past costar. As Tyler was trying to figure out why he was so eager to see the other guy, he wasnât even aware of the fact that he wrapped a possessive arm around Stilesâs waist, pulling the smaller guy closer into him.
Stiles turned to the other man. âJeff, you remember Derek, right?â he asked before furrowing his brow in confusion.
The other guy just looked over at Tyler and nodded. âI sure do,â he grinned, holding out his hand for Derek to shake.Â
At first, the werewolf just sneered at the other manâs hand, jealousy still coursing through his veins. However, after a slight nudge from Stiles, Derek begrudgingly took it and squeezed it tightly, enjoying the slight wincing from the other man. âNice to meet you,â he grunted.
Jeff didnât look too fazed. âAs I was telling Dylan, er, Stiles over here,â he said, âI was hoping to hear more about your stories in Beacon Hills. Iâm with a large production company that would love toââ
âNot interested,â Derek interrupted, having absolutely zero desire to have his packâs business advertised in any manner. He was as anti-social as they came, and the idea of talking to some big shot production guy made his headache grow.
Jeff frowned. ââŠyeah, I guess I did write him like thisâŠâ
Derek ignored that, and instead held on tightly to Stiles as he led him out of the crowd of people and towards the exit. They left the convention center and handed the valet the ticket.
âDer,â Stiles piped up, looking just as confused as he was, âum, how the hell did we get in LA?â
Derekâs brow furrowed too as he scratched at the back of his head. He felt like something was wrong, hearing some quiet voice in the back of his head that said that he wasnât an alpha werewolf. For a brief second, his hairy muscles felt far too big and he wondered why he was so turned on by another man. However, the voice was immediately silenced when Stiles interlocked his fingers with his.
âNo fuckinâ clue,â Derek finally said, shaking his head as he took the keys back from the valet. He and Stiles got into the Camaro, and Derek sped down the street back towards Beacon Hills.Â
The alpha werewolf rested his arm around the headrest of Stilesâs seat, the motion making his large biceps stretch his leather jacket slightly. Stiles leaned in closer to him, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Derek couldnât help but puff out his hairy chest with pride, his inner wolf howling with content.
Derek Hale smiled widely, absolutely loving his life.