bistiles:

file this under things I want: fic where derek hale likes to walk about the loft half naked. and he does. he comes back to BH, things are finally at peace, he can give himself the luxury of walking around naked or semi-naked. So imagined Derek walking around, doing his house chores clad in nothing but lose briefs? Or Derek lounging on the couch, reading a book, 100% without clothes, just enjoying his evening.

and there’s nothing sexual about the nakedness. He just dislikes the constraints of clothing, and being naked feels nice. liberating. it also makes him feel safe, in a way. his house is his castle, finally safe to live without constantly eyeing the intruder sensor for danger.

sooo imagine if our favorite human in the pack, the one and only Stiles, crashes on the loft one day. He has a spare key (Derek didn’t give it to him, but he knows about it. He doesn’t mind), and he just decides to go there maybe because he’s skipping class and he wants a place to nap and his dad is at home. Or maybe he’s just crashing because he used to, when Derek was away. and it doesn’t even occur to Stiles that Derek might be home.

or that he might be home. napping on the couch. naked.

just imagine stiles yelping in surprise, Derek bolting awake, and there’s staring. A lot of staring. because Derek is on his birthday suit, with everything that God gave him out in the daylight, and woah. Woah. Jesus. Stiles has an insta-boner, so fast he actually sways on his feet. and shit. now so does derek. because stiles’ eyes on him? it’s doing things to derek. things that involve his blood flow going south real fast.

they bang. derek has one more reason to walk around with his jewels out. And stiles isn’t sure he’ll survive life with a very very clotheless derek.