crossroadswrite:

ladydrace:

crossroadswrite:

one of my weaknesses will forever be the fake relationship trope

but like not any regular fake relationship trope

the fake relationship trope where derek’s family just wants him to date and be HAPPY, so derek has the fortune idea of asking stiles to do it and the hales kind of know stiles so it’ll be fine right?

WRONG! because derek’s family is all like OHMYGOD WE LOVE THIS BOY WE KNEW YOU’D GET TOGETHER WE’RE SO HAPPY YOU BOTH FINALLY GOT YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH PLEASE KEEP HIM FOREVER CAUSE HE’S FAMILY

and derek is all like ?????????? before he gets punched in the solar plexus with how much he actualy likes stiles???? and actually wants to real life date him???? and stiles is over there suffering from a severe case of pining and thinking derek would never for real want him and im over here dyING

bonus points if all this happens during some sort of holiday

Okay, but bro, some sort of holiday… obviously it’s like thanksgiving in the Hale’s mountain hideaway, like a whole week in the mountains, and an early snow storm comes in, and Stiles and Derek’s sweet-ass plans about Stiles making an appearance before “getting called to work” just go down the toilet, and they’re sharing a room with only one bed, because Talia and her hubby are Cool Parents who understand that young unmarried people do the do too, and gosh, as long as those two have been pining, anything else just wouldn’t be fair, ya feel?

And the bed’s a tad small, sure, but they’re young, they can deal, right? 

Derek dies a little bit inside at his parents giggling about all the places they “squeezed into” in their youth. 

But he dies a million times more when Stiles flicks the covers aside and grouches at him to just get in already, because sleeping on the floor might be noble and all, but it’s dumb, we’re pals, it’s cool, judgement free zone on boners, okay? okay, goodnight.

@ladydrace bRO YES

because i have another very secret weakness and that weakness is called waking up with a boner and v sleepily getting each other off before they realize what they’re doing and they both flail off the bed and then some pain because MISUNDERSTANDINGS and one of them (stiles let’s be real) thinking derek would be 100% grossed out with having the sex with him when in all reality derek is looking down at his dick very sad stiles isn’t touching it anymore

ALSO ITS THANKSGIVING U KNO WHAT THAT MEANS U KNO WHAT IM A SLUT FOR??

TACKY ASS MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS SWEATERS FUCK YEAH

and let’s say the hales are kind of like the weasleys and cool aunt olivia and papa hale who like knitting just knit everyone a tacky ass sweater with their initials on it

and stiles is laughing at derek because he has a huge D on his chest and he can’t help but make dick jokes “derek hale the d meister. tell me derek would you give me the d- sweater if i need something to warm me up make me feel really good” which of course makes derek blush and be like I CAN NOT BELIEVE I HAVE A CRUSH ON THIS ASSHOLE

things turn on stiles when he gets a sweater with an S knitted on it and aunt livs over here smiling nicely and telling him v secretely she actually knitted it two years ago when derek first brought stiles around as friends for summer vacation

and then stiles is tearing up and getting all choked up with the most sincere THANK YOU he has ever uttered in his goddamned life

and then he has to excuse himself to put the sweater on and kinda go cry because he lOVES derek and he LOVES this family and he wants to be part of it so badly but he will never have it because derek doesn’t like him LIKE THAT and when derek finds someone he DOES like the hales will obviously forget everything about stiles

but OF FUCKING COURSE derek follows stiles to the room and is all worried, thinking his family went too far and they’re gonna scare stiles off and he was gonna ask stiles  for a real date for real when this was done and stiles looks MISERABLE and derek’s so afraid of losing him okay this is his best friend OKAY

AND THEN CONFESSIONS AND KISSING HAPPENS AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND GET TOGETHER AND WHEN THEY COME OUT AND JOIN THE REST OF THE FAMILY THEY’RE ALL GRINNING LIKE LUNATICS AND HIGHFIVING EACH OTHER CAUSE COME ON, THEY TOTALLY KNEW THEY WERE LYING AND THEY JUST KNEW THEY WERE BOTH PINING SO HORRIBLY FOR EACH OTHER THAT THEY JUST DECIDED TO PLAY ALONG AND GIVE THAT EXTRA PUSH

AND THEN THEY GET MARRIED AND HAVE A TON OF GODDAUGHTERS AND SONS AND ACTUAL CHILDREN AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END

fuckyeahsterekaus:

Creator: @herosterek

Type of Work: Gifset

AU type/trope: Break up/Make up

Summary: 

There are some nights where Stiles dreams of spending endless nights in Derek’s bed with nothing to worry about, sleeping side by side and taking comfort in having Derek snore right next to him. When he wakes from those dreams, chest constricted with fear that the void has come back to get him, twisted grip around his heart and pulling him into the dark, Stiles knows he won’t let Derek be dragged down with him. 

There are some nights where Derek lays in bed with Stiles sprawled out over his chest, smelling of fear, fingers clenched tight into Derek’s skin. He’s not unfamiliar to the plague that nightmares bring. All Derek knows is that he’d fight the world to keep Stiles. He’d battle anything and everything that stands in their way. Those nights, Derek knows he’d sink down with Stiles by his side no matter how far down they get pulled. Those nights, Derek thinks, are the nights he knows that he’d follow Stiles to the ends of the earth without hesitation, together.

the-mess-sterek-left-behind:

behindthemaddness:

the-mess-sterek-left-behind:

trilliath:

A little older, a little rougher…

@hoechlbutt Charlie..

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Let’s do this … @the-mess-sterek-left-behind @hoechlbutt

Amazing artwork by @trilliath 

(*This is my first time & i whipped this up in like 30 minutes, i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry :/*) 

It’s been ten years since Derek last stepped foot in Beacon
Hills and it all went downhill pretty fast. As a hot bed for supernatural
activity it drew all the bad things in and kicked most of the good things out
but Derek has received a desperate call from one Scott McCall two nights prior
begging for his help.

So here he was, he just wasn’t expecting the pack of feral
Werewolves to jump him the moment he stepped over the town line. Nor was he
expecting a beaten up, faded, crappy old Jeep to pull up quickly next to him or
for a lean, scarred and gun-toting Stiles to slide out and save his arse.

“Stiles?” Derek asks in a mixture of shock and awe.  

Stiles lets out a spray of wolfsbane infused bullets on the
remaining Were’s, placing his foot heavily on one’s torso and releasing a full
clip into its head.

“Hey man,” he greets with a wry smile, as if he hadn’t just
massacred half a dozen supernatural beings. “Let’s get outta here.”

Ten minutes later they are in Derek’s old loft, where
apparently the remaining pack members have taken up residence. Not much had
been said on the way over, Derek had been shocked into silence by what he had
seen remaining of the place he had once called home.

“Stiles, what the hell-” Derek words cut off in a garble of
nonsense as he watches Stiles pull off his blood stained Henley.

He tugs the material over his head, hissing in pain as he
turns to inspect the damage done to his shoulder by a set of well-aimed claws.
He’s changed a lot since Derek last saw him, gone is the fluffy haired kid. Now
he is all lean muscle, not an inch of fat on his body, his entire upper body covered
in tattoos, some of which Derek recognised as magical runes and symbols. A
pretty impressive piece of two wolves intertwined covers his right shoulder and
continues onto his back. A lot of the tattoos are interrupted by scars and
burns.

A million thoughts filter through Derek’s mind and he can’t
quite grip onto one.

Stiles shuffles around in his pocket and pulls out a packet
of smokes and a lighter. Settling his butt on the large industrial window and
kicking up his combat boot covered feet, he lights up. Inhaling deeply as his
eyes close in pleasure, resting his elbow on his propped up knee he looks at
Derek from the corner of his eye, head tilted as he continues to smoke lazily.

God he’s beautiful,
Derek thinks, taking in his whisky coloured irises. He pushes down the sudden
and unexpected wave of arousal that fills his veins and stalks toward Stiles.

“What the fuck have you dragged me into?”

“You’re going to want to take a seat.” Stiles husky voice
croaks out, mouth smiling but eyes haunted in a way Derek had only ever seen in
his own reflection.

This isn’t going to be
good.

FUCKING HELL THIS IS AMAZING AND WOAH THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME!!! Awesome writing for awesome fanart *^*

halewithstilinski:

sterek week ‘15 ≡ day three : The Hunter’s Moon (27th October)

After dying and evolving into a full wolf, Derek leaves Beacon Hills behind.
And sometime after so does Stiles. His friends leave to go to college; Stiles leaves to go find the man that has been haunting his mind ever since he looked back in that critical night in Mexico and gave him a last glance, a silent plea that this time, just one more time, they’d both make it out alive just like they always did.
Derek is surprised when Stiles finds him but shows no resistance when Stiles tells him he wants to join him; he missed Stiles if he was being completely honest with himself. Sometime after Stiles sugests that maybe they should do something with all of their knowledge of the supernatural to make the world a safer place. Now they hunt monsters who threaten ordinary people’s lives and little by little, they realize they have found love in one another. (listen)

we’ve come a long way

matildajones:

sterek, witness protection au, reunion, warning for kate argent

@bleep0bleep i don’t know if you remember me telling you about this idea, but i finally found some time to write it ❤

i hope you all enjoy!

Stiles opens the bar
door and steps out of the rain and into the warmth. He’s dripping water all
over the ground, shivering, and he scans the room for a payphone. Stiles sighs
in relief and walks over, the background chatter of the bar filling his ears.

“Phone over there is
broken,” the bartender calls out. Stiles grits his teeth together. He’s been
driving for hours, and he has no idea what town he is even in.

“Yeah, thanks,” he
says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He finds his wallet and thinks he has
enough cash for one beer. He’s tired and wet and cold. His shirt is sticking to
him and when he walks towards the bar his shoes squeak against the floor.

He sees a girl laugh
and throw back her head, brown hair down to her shoulders. She has a mole under
her right eye and Stiles stops moving. His heart starts to thud and he thinks
he’s going crazy, thinks he’s seeing things because the girl looks exactly like
Laura Hale.

Stiles stares at her,
and six years have gone by but it can’t be anyone else. It just can’t. The
bartender is asking if he’s alright and he doesn’t say anything because he’s
not. He’s tired and wet, and now Stiles thinks he’s hallucinating.

Then the girl turns
her head, smile still on her face. Stiles’ fingers are shaking from the cold
and from his shock, and then, then the girl’s smile fades. Her eyes widen with
panicked recognition and Stiles knows. That is definitely Laura Hale.

But he still can’t
move. Here are the answers he’s been begging, needing for years and Stiles
can’t move his damn feet.

“Laura,” he whispers,
but his voice is hoarse and the music and chatter of the bar stops anyone from
hearing him.

Laura swallows, and
her hands are shaking. She doesn’t look happy to see Stiles, and Stiles feels
his heart break. He’s as good as a stranger, no one, nothing.

Laura’s eyes flit to
the man at the end of the bar talking to one of his friends. Stiles doesn’t
miss the involuntary movement and he glances there.

“Oh god,” he hears
Laura say.

Stiles looks at the
man and his heart breaks. He lets out a choked out sound, stumbling closer but
still not making it very far.

It’s Derek.

He’s not sure for a
moment, thick stubble all along his jaw and his body shows off impressive
muscles. He’s not lean like he used to be, not the boy Stiles knew, but a man.
A gorgeous man and Stiles has missed him more than anything.

Keep reading

*sliiiiides into ur inbox* So. Bottom!Derek, eh?

ladydrace:

pale-silver-comb:

*clears throat*

  • Bottom!Derek who is actually very, very sensitive everywhere – I’m not kidding, this boy gets easily overstimulated – and full body shivers whenever Stiles gently parts his legs and just…breathes over his hole, damp and hot and “hey, you okay, Der?” Derek, who is actually highly insecure about this, feeling betrayed by his own body – hating that he can’t just will himself into submission like he does in every other aspect of his life-  but with time feels good, learning to let go and enjoy how Stiles seems to love how he responds to every little touch. 
  • Derek who is very needy and gets shyer and shyer the louder he gets during sex, trying to bury his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck, attempting to muffle his whines and pleas as Stiles gently strokes his sides and whispers how well he’s doing, that he is so very pretty and good. Such a good boy, Derek. My good boy.
  • Derek taking a long to time to work up to bottoming. It’s a trust thing for him, it’s a trust thing above anything else, and the day Derek sits Stiles down and tells him it’s something he wants to try with him…well, it’s as important and significant as a marriage proposal as far as Stiles is concerned.
  • Bottom!Derek who really, really likes getting fucked over things. The sofa. The table. The end of the bed. He doesn’t know why it’s so hot. Maybe it’s got something to do with the fact when Stiles bends him over something it’s usually because he doesn’t have the patience to walk the 30 second trip to the bedroom – or in some cases the two second trip up the bed – and it just makes Derek feel so loved and important and wanted. 
  • Derek who absolutely adores riding Stiles. Derek who relishes in watching Stiles come undone below him, fisting at the sheets above his head as Derek slowly bounces on his dick, clenching around him and making him squirm. Derek who, in these moments, loves to tell Sties what a good boy he is, loving and cherishing Stiles, kissing him in between thanking him and praising him, grinning smugly the louder and more rambly Stiles gets the closer he pushes him to the edge. Derek, have I ever told you how- oh my god, right there- sexy you are? Because you are. Am I sexy? Wait don’t answer that- oh my god, oh my god, don’t stop, I’m gonna-
  • Speaking of thank yous…bottom!Derek who has a thing about being polite in bed. Bottom!Derek who begs so prettily and thanks Stiles over and over whether he’s finally pushing inside him or spending a good, solid hour just milking his prostate. He can’t help it, the litany of thank yous and pleases that spill from his mouth (even when he is close to tears or threats) and Stiles just finds it all adorable, that Derek Hale is actually just a polite, shy boy underneath all that gruff and glaring. 
  • Derek who very much likes to present for Stiles. It’s partly a wolf thing, he knows, but it’s also just a how-Stiles-makes-him-feel thing. At first, he was a little more than embarrassed about doing it, shuffling almost awkwardly until Stiles huffed and took the hint, manhandling Derek until his ass was high in the air, all ready for the taking. Everyone expects Stiles to be the impatient one in bed, wriggling around or teasing (and that he often is) but as Derek grows more confident being with someone again, someone he trusts and loves to be playful around for the first time in years, he’s the one practically wagging his metaphorical tail every time Stiles tells him to turn over, preening when Stiles tells him what a lovely sight he makes. And we won’t even get started on the full moon.
  • Derek who sometimes doesn’t want sex, but just needs to be filled up. Derek who sometimes strips and preps himself before coming downstairs to clamber on to Stiles’ lap to watch a movie or nap, happy and sated with Stiles inside him. Some days they talk about their days like this, Stiles fully clothed, stroking up and down Derek’s arms as he tells him about his thesis or shift at the library, Derek telling him about the book he’s writing or the history papers he’s marking. 
  • Bottom!Derek who just likes that feeling of closeness when Stiles is inside him, like Stiles is touching and anchoring every part of him. And even though Stiles can’t do much about his past, the pain, everything that often feels too much, he can soothe them, quieten those feelings. He can press Derek down and kiss him and, just for a little bit, Derek can just focus on Stiles. On them. Nothing else. On everything he has come to think of as home again. 

WELL FUCK, I WROTE A THING, DAMMIT. (Warnings for 500 pounds of issues in a 200 pound bag Derek Hale. Heed the tags. But it’s smutty.)

Tagging a million people now, just… sorry. @pale-silver-comb, @crossroadswrite, @okamiaki, @eeyore9990, @lena221b, @runedsterek, @fuckyesbottomderek, @mad-madam-m, @prettyinsoulpunk, @hoechlbutt, @inell, @shealwaysreads, @the-mess-sterek-left-behind and any other bottom Derek lovers out there. Can’t get more bottom than this, I feel.