Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.
Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.
Stiles will never forget the day Derek first shoved the brand-new leather straps into his hands, mumbling a question Stiles couldn’t quite understand because all he heard was the unspoken I’ve never trusted anyone else with this. Stiles is sure he probably gaped like a fish for a full minute before throwing his arms around Derek and promising him anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
They’re in the middle of fucking when Stiles really notices it for the first time. He’s got Derek on his back and Stiles is sitting on his dick, taking things slow in an attempt to see how long they can stand it, how long it’ll take either of them to cave and pick up the pace. That was the plan but when Derek gets his hands on Stiles’ hips and Stiles can feel him tensing up in preparation to move Stiles the way Derek wants him to, he grabs Derek by the wrists and pulls his hands up instead, pins them down next to his head. He has no illusions about being able to hold Derek down but he’s feeling playful.
Sometimes, Stiles is tempted to ask Derek what he can smell, what he’s listening for. Wants Derek to tell him how he’s feeling, to identify these impulses, tugs under his skin that pull him this way and that. The thought sends this hot, sick thrill through him. He never asks.
Teen Wolf White Collar Au: The third time turns out to be the charm for criminal Stiles Stilinski. He has been eluding FBI agent Derek Hale for years, a run that finally comes to an end with his capture. But after the resourceful prisoner escapes from a maximum-security facility, then is nabbed once again by Hale, Stilinski suggests a different end-game: In return for freedom, he’ll help the Feds catch long-sought criminals. Though skeptical, Hale soon realizes that Stilinski’s instincts and insight are a rare commodity.
Summary: Stiles is finally going to meet the online friend he’s had for years. Instead, the hottest guy in the world walks in.
“Hello,” Stiles said to the barista,
bouncing from foot to foot as he eyed the board behind the counter. “Um, what
would you recommend for someone who’s been up all night, and really needs to
keep his shit together and act like a functioning adult for at least another
few hours until he can actually go back to his hotel and face-plant on the bed
for about sixteen hours straight?”
“A life coach,” the barista said, arching
her perfect brows.
“Ha!” Stiles pointed at her. “I like you!”
He looked at her name badge. “Erica. No, seriously though. I’ve had three Red
Bulls in the last twelve hours, and while my gut says caffeine, my brain says this
is how you die.”
Erica pursed her bright red lips for a
moment, and looked at him with her head tilted as though she were some sort of
sharp-eyed stork, and Stiles was a particularly tasty frog. “My good deed for
the day is definitely getting you something without caffeine.”
So I read sheepnamedpig’sLove in the Groves series and just had to draw the last scene of The Ash Grove. Stiles is a forest spirit and all of it’s kinda really perfect. Also, Derek’s morning glories make me ridiculously happy.
Accidental clothes sharing fic for blaineswolf oops
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“ – I’ve been thinking about a way to get rid of these faeries without everything erupting into chaos and bloodshed again, and – dude, are you even listening to anything I’m saying?” Stiles asks, snapping his fingers right in front of Scott’s nose just to be an asshole. In his defence, he doesn’t like being ignored, and Scott does startle a little at his sudden motion, which gives him reason to be extra smug about his childish behaviour. It’s not often he manages to surprise a werewolf, he has to revel in it.
Scott grimaces, looking satisfyingly contrite. “Sorry, man. I just – are you wearing Derek’s shirt?”
Stiles frowns in confusion and looks down at himself to see that yes, he is, in fact, wearing a Henley that most certainly does not belong to him. His entire wardrobe consists solely of plaid shirts, t-shirt, some sweatshirts and, well, more plaid, which he really wishes Lydia would stop judging him for. Plaid is iconic, okay, and wearing layers makes him look less like the scrawny, gangly seventeen-year-old he is. Not everyone has the body to pull off tight Henleys that show off your killer abs.
“Uh,” Stiles says. He’s not entirely sure how he ended up wearing a Henley that for all intents and purposes shouldn’t be found anywhere near his house, but then again, this morning had been kind of a blur because he’d slept through his alarm and had only just stumbled out of bed in time to grab the first thing in his drawer and brush his teeth being half-asleep before racing to school.
“How do you – do you smell him on that shirt?” he asks, suddenly curious, lifting the hem up to sniff at it himself. It doesn’t smell like anything but laundry detergent to him, fresh and clean, and, uh, kind of warm. Not that warm is a smell. It’s also surprisingly soft – he always figured Derek wore the most uncomfortable clothing in history, either as a form of punishing himself or to make it easier for him to scowl at everyone and everything.
“Yeah, I do,” Scott confirms.
“That’s kind of cool,” Stiles says. “Though if you can still smell that, I really don’t wanna know what the locker room smells like to you after practice. This must’ve been in my drawer for months. Which reminds me, that bastard still has one of my t-shirts.”
Scott’s eyebrows climb higher up his forehead. “Anything I should know?”
Stiles punches him in the shoulder. “Not like that, dude. Remember the time Derek was a wanted fugitive?”
“Which time?”
Point. “The one after Peter trapped us in the school and we saved him from being shot by the Argents? He thought it was a good idea to hide in my room for a bit, and his shirt was kind of bloody, so when Danny came over to do lab work I gave him one of mine and put this one into the laundry. He looks enough like a serial killer on a good day; being covered in blood didn’t really help him look inconspicuous. I figured he’d come through my window like the creeper he is and take it back.” He shrugs. “Guess he was too busy with the almost dying and maiming people and biting a bunch of teenagers and then almost dying again to come pick it up.”
“And now you’ve claimed it for yourself?”
“I’m not giving it back until I get my shirt back, dude. I’m not rich, I can’t afford to give free shirts to alpha werewolves who have enough money to drive around in pretentious cars but don’t even live in decent living spaces.” Stiles tilts his head, rubs his finger along the soft material. “Actually, I might consider it payment for housing him and putting up with him.”
This is clearly Derek, Michael, and Brandon Hale. They were pretty much inseparable during their childhood and spend a ton of time avoiding Laura, Cora, and Nora because those three were vicious and scary.
They built a ‘Boys Only’ treehouse one summer because Laura had claimed the living room as a ‘Girls Only’ space and whenever they would come home from college the three of them would meet there and catch up.
Stiles actually went to college with Michael (who is painfully straight) and one summer he came to visit and Derek just about lost it when he pulled himself into the treehouse and saw a guy who looked like sex on a stick licking a popsicle and hanging out with Mike.
And you bet your ass Mike smelled the interest coming off his brother and teased him relentlessly about it.
And Derek thought that Stiles wasn’t into him because Stiles grew up around werewolves and he learned how to mask his scent, but he did whine to Mike about how hot his older brother was.
You bet your ass Michael told everyone in the family that Stiles likes Derek, but he didn’t tell Derek. The Hale family took bets that summer about when and how they would finally get together.
Brandon won the pot (645$). It was on the 4th of July, Stiles was eating yet another popsicle and Derek finally broke down and growled as Stiles put the entire thing into his mouth. He found them the next day in the treehouse and everyone had to stay away from it for almost a week before it stopped smelling like sex.
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