The first time was when he woke up, the sun streaming in through a crack between the curtains, Derek’s breathing soft and even next to him.
This can’t be real, Stiles thought. This life, this happiness, it can’t be real.
He started panicking. Derek woke up and pulled Stiles against his chest. Together they counted, first Stiles’ fingers, then Derek’s. Derek smiled and shook his head when Stiles told him it was because he couldn’t believe how happy he was.
Sometimes he still needs that reassurance, that after all the shit they’ve gone through, after all the shit he’s done, he gets to be happy. And over time, it even becomes a small gesture, for both him and Derek, to show the other how happy they are. So he counts his fingers when he slides under the covers next to Derek, counts them when they’re watching television, counts them any time he realizes he’s truly, ridiculously happy.
He’s sitting at the kitchen counter, willing the coffee machine to go faster, at seven am on a Sunday morning. It would be terrible if not for Derek’s humming drifting through the house as he makes the bed, and the pitter-patter of small feet racing towards the kitchen.
Lily climbs into his lap, and he leans back to accommodate her.
‘Are we counting?’ she asks, pointing at his hands, lying palms down on the kitchen counter.
‘You want to count together?’ he asks.
Lily nods and bends over his left hand. She press her little pointer finger against his pinkie and says, ‘One.’
When they get to ten, she turns to him with a brilliant smile, presses a kiss against his cheek, and slides off his lap.
‘Love you, daddy!’ she yells, disappearing into the hallway. You’d think it was a small elephant and not a five year-old pounding up the stairs.
‘Love you, too!’ he shouts after her.
The coffee is finally done and he pours himself and Derek cup. As he sets out breakfast, he privately counts his fingers again, a smile on his face.
Tag: established relationship
(This is a birthday present for the always-wonderful geeky-sova. Hope you had a wonderful one, bb! ❤ <3)
“Why is it raining?” Stiles whined, draping
himself over the back of the couch in their rented cabin. “This was
supposed to be a secluded romantic getaway with lots of outdoor sex, and
instead we’ve been trapped inside for three whole days.”On the couch, Derek just flipped to the next page of his
book and gave no indication that he’d even heard Stiles.Well, he couldn’t have that. Stiles flopped himself a little
closer to Derek and repeated, “Three days,
Derek. Daaaaays.”Derek snorted. “I heard you the first time.”
“Are you ignoring me?” Stiles pouted, hoping it
would make Derek look at him. “Has the magic already gone out of our
relationship? You’re more interested in books than in me, now?”Without raising his eyes from his book, Derek reached back
with one hand and ruffled Stiles’s hair. “I blew you in the shower this
morning. I think the magic is safe.”“Mmmm.” Stiles turned his face to nose at Derek’s
ear. “But what have you done for me lately?”In a flash, Stiles found himself yanked over the back of the
couch and pressed back-first into the cushions. Derek loomed over him, eyes
flashing blue and fangs poking out of his smirk, his hands pinning Stiles’s
wrists to the couch.Of course, Stiles’s dick took note of the flashing eyes and
the fangs and immediately went Playtime!“You,” Derek lowered his head to run his nose
along Stiles’s cheek, “are infuriating.”Stiles rocked his hips up into Derek’s and grinned.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”Derek growled and nipped at his neck. “Fine, if you’re
going to be so annoying, I won’t show you your present.”Stiles perked up instantly. “Present? You got me a
present? What did you get me?”“Ah, ah, ah. You didn’t say the magic word.”
Stiles wiggled in an effort to get out of Derek’s grip; of
course, it was useless. “Derek. Come on.” He batted his eyelashes and
then tried to make the biggest puppy dog eyes he could. “Please?”“One day those aren’t going to work on me,” Derek
muttered.Stiles widened his eyes some more. “But they do now.”
Derek sat up and patted Stiles’s side. “Come on, get
up.”“Up?” Stiles scrambled to his feet. “Where are
we going? The bedroom?”Derek grinned and started walking out of the living room.
“Nope.”Stiles bounded after him. “Kitchen?”
“Nope.”
“Then where, Derek?”
But where did this glitter come from?
-Sterek prompts
“I swear I can explain,” Stiles said.
Derek took another look around the kitchen, where glitter covered every available surface, including the refrigerator. He didn’t even know how it all got there. “No. I don’t even want to know. I just want to know you’re cleaning this up.”
“But look!” Stiles rummaged in the refrigerator and pulled out a tray of chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting, all of them liberally decorated with glitter and sprinkles. Cut-out letters on toothpicks were stuck in the top of each one.
Derek tilted his head to the side, trying to read what they said. “Had beer day…”
“Ugh, no.” Stiles set the tray on the counter and swiftly rearranged the cupcakes, and then turned it back around with a flourish. “Voila!”
Now Derek could see the actual message: HAPPY BDAY DEREK.
“They were supposed to be a surprise for when you got home from your trip,” Stiles said, a light flush bright on his cheeks. “But then you got here a little early and Isaac and Scott had a fight with the edible glitter–”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “Just Isaac and Scott?”
“Mostly Isaac and Scott,” Stiles admitted sheepishly. “But uh, yeah. Surprise? And happy birthday?”
Derek finally dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to Stiles to kiss him soundly on the mouth. “This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in years.”
Stiles’s eyes shone dazedly. “Really?”
“Really.” Derek kissed him again. “And I’m going to show my appreciation very, very thoroughly.”
Stiles’s grin turned seductive. “Oh, really?”
Derek nodded and ran his hand down Stiles’s side. “Extremely thoroughly…just as soon as you clean up the kitchen.”
Stiles groaned. “You’re the worst.”
Derek pecked him on the cheek. “And yet, you still married me.”
“I did,” Stiles agreed, nuzzling him. “And I’d do it again, a thousand times over.”
Derek’s heart filled at the words, and he kissed Stiles again. “I would, too,” he murmured against Stiles’s lips. “But you’re still not coming to bed until this kitchen is clean.”
“Dammit!”
[Insert Smut Here]
Stiles rolled over, entirely too smug for his own good. The bastard. “You owe me, like, five pizzas, dude. I’m wiped.”
Derek tried to glare in his boyfriend’s general direction but he could barely lift his head. Fuck. “Pizzas were never part of this challenge,” he managed instead, groaning when he shifted onto his side. He was sore everywhere, and it wasn’t even morning yet.
Stiles just smirked. “I just gave you four orgasms in three hours. I’m awesome. I deserve pizza. I deserve curly fries and pizza.” Reaching out, he ran his fingers through Derek’s sweat soaked hair, his eyes lighting up with something Derek was still scared of knowing.
That Stiles loved him.
Moving closer again – a huge feat, Derek was the one that deserved a reward, here- he rested his head on Stiles’ chest, breathing in his scent. Their scents. It was something he was still getting used to. “This first,” he whispered, “pizza later.”
Stiles laughed, as if Derek had said something particularly funny, before bringing his arms down to hold him to him. “Man, I must have fucked you good. I’m going to buy myself a card. Possibly a t shirt.” He laughed again and high fived himself.
Derek rolled his eyes. “I’ll buy you a shut up, if you continue to ruin my afterglow.” The words made no sense, but as usual, Stiles got it. He always got it. He got it even when the only thing Derek managed to say was nothing at all.
“Whatever you say, big guy. Whatever you say.”
fake dating trope subversion
It’s only six in the evening on a Thursday, but the bar near Stiles’ work is already half full. Not so packed that he wants to find another place to drink, but busy enough that he has to wait a few minutes for the bartender to get to him.
During that waiting period, a guy sidles in close to Stiles and offers to buy his drink for him. The man is taller than Stiles by a few inches, and he uses his height to his advantage by standing so close that he’s almost hovering over Stiles, clearly posturing. It makes Stiles roll his eyes.
“No thanks, man. I’ve got it.”
Apparently the lack of eye contact, the verbal brush-off, and the general fuck-off vibes Stiles is giving off aren’t doing it for the guy because he says, “Come on. It’s a free drink. You can’t say no to that.”
Stiles stops trying to get the bartender’s attention to look the guy straight in the eyes and say, “No.”
Stiles, suited in SWAT gear, kicks down a door, moving meticulously into the room on high alert.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek growls, dropping the spatula and flicking off the stove as his claws sprout and fangs descend; eyes wildly searching for the potential threat.
Stiles trains his sights about the room as he moves, “Saving you.”
“From what?!” Derek spits out, full beta shift and ready to pounce.
“Loneliness,” Stiles smirks, holstering his weapon before locking it in the safe and tossing his bullet-proof vest on the coat hook by the door. Derek stares incredulously at him, fangs & claws retreating while his eyebrows slowly start to reappear as his heart rate returns to normal.
“Thought it’d be better than, ‘Honey, I’m home’,” Stiles shrugs.
“I married a moron.” Derek grunts as he backs his husband against the wall. He noses up his neck, inhaling his saccharine scent and exhales blissfully. Thoughts of ,‘He’s alive, he’s safe, he’s home,’ flood his heart and soul.
“But you’re paying for that door,” Derek rumbles as he nips roughly behind Stiles’ ear. “Again,” he continues to bite down his neck.
“We’re VIP at Home Depot by now. Always worth it,” Stiles moans as he wraps his arms and legs securely around Derek, basking in his strength and love.
Let me help you by Smowkie (1517 words)
Summary:
“That’s it, there you go,” Stiles said softly and Derek groaned as he leaned his stiff and newly healed body against Stiles’ bare chest. “Just a little longer before you can go to bed.”
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After a fight with some unnamed big bad Stiles takes care of Derek.
For the awesome @ladydrace, because it’s her BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday, you wonderful human you!
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“the fuck? who are you?” Sterek plis ❤️ maybe drunk stiles and deputy Derek?
Stiles.
He remembers.
His name is Stiles.
“My name is Sh-tiles.” He tests it out. No, not
right. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!” He yells and then
promptly begins laughing. It’s a funny word. “My name is funny.”
He laughs again and looks around, he’s outside, yeah, he can see the
street. And he’s – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries to
stand up, fails.Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he’s kind
of tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Where
can he get pizza?“Stiles!” Someone screams.
Hey, it’s his name! “I’m Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” He
laughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I’m Stiles!”“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He has
green eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind of
wants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take you
home first.”“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stiles
leans his head against the guy’s shoulder, it’s warm. It’s definitely
nicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.”
He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.–
He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes.
“Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off a
bed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for a
pillow and throws it at the guy’s head.“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”
“I’m calm!” He answers. Wasn’t he calm? He’s calm! The calmest!
The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green.
“Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow.
“Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy’s face, but it’s
too far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs and
laughs.
Stiles squeezes Derek’s hand. Four years into this relationship and he still gets hit by all the feelings every times their hands touch. He likes how their hands fit into each other, how he melts every time he squeezes Derek’s hand and how Derek squeezes back. Sometimes he likes to put his feelings into words, wants to explain them to Derek and ask him if he gets the feelings. But he can’t? How can you put something into words, you’ve never explained before? Like explaining someone who never had Reeses before how Reeses taste or describing a blind person how magnificent the sky looks. All of these things, you feel them but mostly you can’t describe them. They’re just there.
Stiles lifts his head a little so he can glares at Derek. Derek has a little smile on his face. He looks relaxed and okay and Stiles can’t help but lean into him, squeezing his whole arm.
“Derek?” Stiles asks, voice gentle, while he stars at Derek again.
“Hmm?” Derek squeezes his hand this time and then he looks at him. The small smile still covering his lips, the tip of his nose a little red from the cold and Stiles wants to kiss it badly (because Derek has such a nice nose and it needs all the kisses)
At some point they stopped walking, just holding hands and staring at each other. Stiles likes that. When he and Derek just stop doing whatever they were doing and just look at each other. Kissing every inch of the other mans face with their eyes.
Derek’s mostly the one who breaks the moment by leaning in and kissing Stiles on the cheek. Kissing his favourite mole.
“Whatcha thinkin bout?” Stiles asks and a wild grin breaks upon his face.
Derek can’t help but laugh because this is not a sentence that should’ve left Stiles’ smart mouth.
“You. Us. Life” Derek answers after a while. He leans back against the bridge, dragging Stiles with him. Derek uses his hands to bring Stiles closer and leaves his hands on his back. Stiles is standing in front of him now, smiling like an idiot.
“Sounds like a lot of thinking. And drama” he yawns dramatically just to break into a grin again when Derek pulls him closer.
“Every drama is okay as long as you’re in there” Derek says, leaning down to kiss his favourite mole. He’s overwhelmed with his own feelings. Derek can’t believe how much the loves and appreciates Stiles. How he would do anything for him just to keep him save.
Stiles doesn’t give back any sarcastic answer, just pulls Derek into his arms and hugs the hell out of him. Stiles is a little shit, yes, but he knows when to shut his mouth. Knows when Derek really means what he says and knows when Derek needs his hugs because after years of being only friends and many years of pinning and after many many years finally getting into a relationship, Derek still needs his hugs.
Stiles knows that both of them are broken at some point and that they have wounds that will never heal (no, time doesn’t heal wounds, thank you very much to whoever invented this shit)
“You better?” Stiles asks in Derek’s ear. His voice is soft and calm. Derek just presses him closer to his chest, holding into him because at this point, Stiles is everything he needs.
“Yeah” Derek pushes Stiles’ scarf out of the way only to tuck his face into his neck. He breaths deeply, scenting the smell of a new jacket and Derek’s favourite perfume. Slowly he presses a kiss against the pale neck before he pulls away and gets hit by the cold.
Derek can see the worry in Stiles’ eyes. Sometimes Derek spends minutes just trying to explain to Stiles how he feels, how Stiles makes everything okay again and how much he needs to hold him and kiss him and just to sit next to him.
“I’m okay” Derek tells him but Stiles’ expression doesn’t change, so Derek leans in, and watches Stiles’ eyelashes flutter closed as their lips touch. It’s barely a kiss, just a ghost of their lips against each other. Derek can feel Stiles’ hands slide up his jacket only to rest on his arms and Derek’s smile grows because this? Because of all the small gestures Stiles makes? They make Derek feel… important? Sure, Stiles never stops telling Derek how important he is but Stiles also puts his words into action by leaning into Derek, letting his hands rest on Derek’s chest or shoulder. Sometimes Stiles stops whatever he’s doing only to walk to Derek and lay on top of him. Derek would always start laughing and putting his arms around Stiles.
When they break apart, Stiles stares at him, eyes shining and Derek just wants to kiss him again.
“Would that be a cliche if I tell you how much I love you right now?” Stiles asks and leans in again, grinning, just to place a kiss on the tip of Derek’s nose.
“Probably” Derek tells him and takes his hand in his again.
Hiiiii, 1) I love your writing 2) Can you pretty please write a drabble that involves Derek getting hot n bothered that Stiles borrows/wears his clothes and/or Derek has a scent thing for Stiles?? 3) I hope this helps your writer’s block <3
Oh my gosh, you’re so unbelievably sweet! And this is my jam, it was so much fun to write.
Logically, Derek knew that he shouldn’t get so worked up over something as relatively innocent as Stiles wearing his clothes but he just couldn’t help it.
Maybe it was a werewolf thing, his more primal side reveling in the fact that his boyfriend was eagerly wrapping himself up in his scent. Or maybe it was the sense of possessiveness it instilled in him whenever Stiles borrowed his clothes.
It was proof, to a wolf at least, that Stiles was proud to be be with him. Derek equated it to the way that many people proudly strutted around with hickeys on their necks, mostly because he liked to see Stiles wearing his hickeys too.
Maybe it was a comfort thing, clearly showing off how comfortable Stiles was with him, enough to wear his clothes without a second thought. And it definitely appealed to the provider on Derek.
Then again, maybe it was just because it was sexy as hell. Stiles always looked so damn good in Derek’s clothes, whether it was his soft Henleys or threadbare sweatpants.
Stiles could make a potato sack look good if he had a mind to, Derek was sure, so him making one of Derek’s t-shirts the sexiest piece of lingerie in the world wasn’t a surprise. Though, it still struck Derek every time Derek saw him in his clothes.
As it was, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching as Stiles danced around while cooking breakfast. He was smiling to himself as he silently watched his boyfriend shimmy around barefoot.
Stiles was wearing a pair of Derek’s flannel sleep pants that hung low on his hips, the fabric bunching around his ankles. He had thrown on one of Derek’s more baggy t-shirts that was so big on him that one of the sleeves had slipped down his shoulder to show off the curve of his collarbone and the hickey Derek had left there.
And while Derek had seen Stiles in various states of undress, had seen him completely naked just a few hours ago, he was more gorgeous, and more arousing, than ever. Especially when he started shaking his ass to whatever tune he was humming.
Pushing off the wall, Derek silently padded across the kitchen to wrap his arms around Stiles’ waist, playfully growling in his ear as he nipped at his neck. Stiles let out a startled laugh as he relaxed into Derek’s arm, sagging against his chest while squeaking, “Derek! You’re supposed to be sleeping! Kinda defeats the purpose of breakfast in bed if you get out of bed, babe.”
“Breakfast isn’t what I want in bed right now,” Derek announced in a mumble, pressing his lips against the hickey on the side of Stiles’ back. Letting a whine bleed into his voice, he almost begged, “C’mon, babe. Let’s go back to bed.”
“You have such a clothes sharing kink, you big weirdo.”
Derek didn’t deny it. Instead, he just scooped Stiles into up his arms and turned off the stove.
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