#look how sassy I am #Im Derek Hale #I pretend not to like you and then follow you around so you don’t get hurt #I act like you’re super annoying and then give you sad kitty looks when bad things happen to you #ooh look at me I’m Derek Hale – part wolf part marshmallow (via howlnatural)
There is a whole lot of Derek catching Stiles but not as many of the opposite. But here’s what I found, nonny. Also here is our masturbation and voyeurism tags. – Anastasia
Stiles walks in on Derek having a wet dream and can’t quite manage to tear himself away.
He’s magnificent. Stiles takes in the smooth planes of pale skin stretched over muscle and bone, the powerful strength of Derek’s body evident even in sleep. His nipples are tight in the chill of the early morning and the rippled cut of his abs shift as Derek stirs again, hitching his hips restlessly. Stiles’ gaze moves lower still and oh, okay. Fuck. Derek’s definitely having a dream that’s more of the good variety than the scary.
Stiles comes home from college for Valentine’s Day to surprise Derek. He spends the entire afternoon cutting out paper hearts and putting them in a trail to the bedroom for Derek to follow. He puts candles all over the living room and tea lights around the bath tub, which he fully plans on getting Derek into later. He puts a quick dinner together, ready to pop into the oven for when they’re hungry. Finally, when he knows Derek should be on his way home, he strips and puts on angel wings before sprinkling the bed with rose petals. He lays down, waiting for Derek. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he does.
Derek gets home, opens the door, and grins when he sees the candles and the paper hearts. He follows the trail to his bedroom and stops in the door frame. His grin turns into a full on smile when he sees Stiles, spread out on his bed, fast asleep. He takes a moment to enjoy the site of his boyfriend, naked and gorgeous, before stripping out of his own clothes and climbing into the bed.
Derek manages to maneuver Stiles around so that he’s laying half on top of his chest before wrapping his arms around him. Stiles rouses for a moment, mumbling a drowsy “Happy Valentine’s Day, Der,” then nuzzling his face against Derek’s collarbone. He’s fast asleep seconds later. Derek smiles into Stiles’s hair before whispering, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Stiles,”.
It isn’t until much later, after he’s had enough sleep, that they put Stiles carefully planned preparations into action.