and isn’t comfortable being alone in the house yet without Sir there for him to lay all over and soothe him and he wants his master because he woke up a little spacey and kind of feeling like he needs some cuddles but Stiles was already on his way out and Derek wants to be a good boy so he’s trying to swallow it and not say anything (Stiles WILL find out later and reprimand him for this, not punish though, not for something so.. innocent, not when Derek was trying SO HARD to be a good boy).
Or maybe, just maybe, once he and Stiles finally get together Derek just can’t get enough of him, he can’t feel SAFE without him anymore- not because he doesn’t feel safe without Stiles around, but because STILES MAKES HIM FEEL SAFE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE FIRE, and oh my GOD how Derek loves feeling safe and warm and comfortable in Stiles’ arms, so yeah, he’s clingy, and sometimes he gets a little childish about it, but he just … he wants to be as comfortable and warm as Stiles always looks… so he puts on one of Stiles’ hoodies or giant sweaters and NOTHING ELSE, like THIS image and he tries to get comfortable but nothing is working, so he just lays in bed really frustrated at life and he’s laying on his stomach because that’s how he sleeps and he moves slightly, his hips pushing up a little, and he remembers the last time he was in this position- last night- with his face in the pillows and Stiles pounding him with his hips raised high and he swallows, reaching back and slowly starting to rub his fingers over his still-sensitive rim, and when Stiles gets home Derek is three fingers deep and sobbing and begging because he can’t do it, he is physically incapable of getting himself off anymore STILES HAS RUINED HIM FOR ETERNITY, and he’s there with his ass up high and that freaking hoodie on and he’s chewing on the strings like Stiles does and this REALLY was supposed to be fluff I’m sorry.
I love this so much. Does Stiles just start leaving his clothes out for Derek to wear? Does Stiles get all shy and confused over the fact Derek misses him so much, because no-one has ever missed him before, and it’s so nice, being wanted that much. When Derek is cold does Stiles shrug off his shirt/hoodie/sweater, instead of getting Derek a blanket because dammit seeing Derek in his clothes is so worth being cold himself over. Does Derek look at Stiles like he’s the most stupid, beautiful person in the world and snuggle him so he’s not cold either? (Are they so in love that neither of them remember blankets do exist because they are too busy playing with each other’s fingers and hair?)
Derek bit his lip, squirming in the passenger seat of Stiles’ jeep. He knew he had to ask him. In his head, the conversation had run perfectly with Derek communicating proper words and everything, but now that he was here, having to actually say those words…
“Out with it,” Stiles said, cutting the engine and turning bodily to face Derek. “I’ve known you since you were five. Don’t you think for one second I can’t read you like a book.”
Derek took a deep breath, nodding, because that was exactly why he was asking Stiles, wasn’t it? Because out of everyone he knew, Stiles was the only one Derek felt comfortable enough around to see himself letting go for. Presenting for. The thought alone was making him wet, and Derek rolled down the window, before his stupid omega pheremones could stink out the whole car.
“My…my first heat is coming up,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, like that would make the embarrassment of the whole thing go away. “And I was just wondering if you could maybe…help me before, you know, it happens.”
a lil bottom!derek for anon who asked literally 6 months ago
not!derek
The Photo Diary Series Part 2 (Part 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,)
Another of Stiles’s snapshots of Derek relaxing in bed? Stiles coming in early on a Sunday morning with a steaming cup of tea for Derek and a pile of buttered toast for them to eat in bed and enjoy the lazy alone time they have worked so hard to establish. No pack, no family or friends, no work intruding on their morning. They had sex the night before and there’s no hurry in their soft touches and lingering kisses around shared sips of tea and with butter smudged lips.
Stiles puts his breakfast bounty on the bedside table and draws his finger up the sole of Derek’s foot, then up his thigh to run the back of his hand over Derek’s ass – he can never resist touching Derek now. Not since the first moment he realised he was allowed to – not since he realised that Derek needed to receive those touches just as much as he needed to give them. First he’ll feed his lover, he’ll hug him and touch him and kiss him and make him laugh. Plan their day, week, life together from this nest of a bed filled with their scents and sighs and happiness. And later he’ll take Derek apart with his mouth and hands and body. And when Derek grouches about crumbs in the bed rubbing against his delicate chest when Stiles presses him down into the mattress, Stiles will smother his laugh into Derek’s tattoo and thanks every star in the sky that he gets to be the one this man grouches to.
i need a fic where derek and stiles finally get together and when they’re making out derek always end up straddling stiles’ thighs and rubbing their hips together, moaning when stiles kisses his neck and jaw, so when they have sex for the first time stiles isn’t surprised (he actually IS VERY surprised) that derek rides his dick so hard that he dies for a few seconds
Derek bottoming for their first time.
Derek practically begging Stiles for him.
Derek grinding down against Stiles fingers inside him.
Derek unable to control himself he cums just from Stiles fingers and mouth alone.
Derek sleeping sheepishly in Stiles arms until he feels like he can go again.
Derek waking up Stiles by giving him a blow job.
Derek begging Stiles to fuck him in between sucks and licks.
Derek running scratches down Stiles back as Stiles pushes into him mind numbingly slowly.
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