This was going to be all sexy and stuff but, uh. I’m not sure what happened.
Stiles would like to say this is the first time he’s been
slung unceremoniously into the back of a police car, but he’d be lying – being a
cop’s kid, he’s pretty sure the odds of him spending his teenage years as a
budding petty criminal are astronomical – though he can honestly say he hasn’t
seen the interior of one in several years.He’s twenty nine,
now: he hasn’t been arrested since he was sixteen! He has a mortgage, for crying out loud.Stiles isn’t even
sure how he got here – it’s all a blur, really. One minute, he’d been making
coffee and grumbling about Mr. Parker’s cats scent-marking his porch, and it
seemed like mere seconds later that he’d spotted Derek—Deputy Hale to you, Mr. Stilinski—in his well-fitted uniformSo, it’s not the
first time Stiles has been shoved into the back of a cop’s car.
Tag: established relationship
Ooooh, for the kiss drabble…#11? And Sterek, obvi.
Thank you for the prompt, dear @gifsandbutts! I hope you had a lovely weekend trip! (It’s so hard for me to keep these short, I hope this is enough to satisfy your desire for collarbone kisses!)
*****
The quiet nights in were his favorite. He loved being out with Derek, dancing at a club or seeing a movie, having dinner together and holding hands over the table, but curling up on the couch together, reading separate books, sharing especially interesting passages out loud while soft music wrapped around them was definitely Stiles’ favorite.
Tonight, they sat slotted together, Derek tucked into the corner of the couch, one foot set on the floor, the other leg snugly trapped between Stiles and the back of the couch, Stiles tucked into Derek, his back resting against Derek’s chest, the steady beat of Derek’s heart against his shoulder as he leaned into the man a comfort. A soothing playlist set a calming backdrop, the quiet scrape of turning pages an occasional interruption to the spell.
With a soft sigh, Stiles sets his book aside, settles his weight more heavily into Derek as he shifts, turns his head so he can place a soft kiss to the underside of Derek’s stubbled jaw, another to the place where his throat meets his chin. “Dance with me,” he almost whispers, not wanting to break the quiet. Derek hums happily at the kiss, puts his book aside and wraps his arms around Stiles, leans in to press a smile shaped kiss to his lips.
“Love to,” Derek says, still smiling and patting Stiles’ leg to encourage him to get off the couch. Stiles stands, turning to offer Derek his hands, grinning and pulling a little too eagerly when he takes them, causing Derek to launch directly into Stiles’ chest. Stiles uses the momentum to wrap Derek’s arms around his waist, laughing at the grumpy sound he makes at the light impact. Stiles kisses him in apology and walks them backwards into the more open part of their living room, his hands sliding up Derek’s arms to rest on his shoulders, he starts to sway, seamlessly settling them into an easy rhythm in sync with the gentle beat of the music.
Derek smiles at him, and the happiness and affection in his gaze still takes Stiles’ breath away. Stiles returns the smile, runs his fingers through Derek’s hair before settling his palm against Derek’s heart and pressing his cheek to his shoulder. Derek shifts his arms, cradling Stiles gently but firmly, his warm hands spreading over the expanse of Stiles’ hips and lower back, his fingertips catch on Stiles’ shirt and graze a tiny strip of exposed skin, making Stiles’ breath catch. Stiles’ fingers trace lazy circles over Derek’s heart, his other arm snaking around Derek’s waist and holding him close.
Stiles bumps his nose gently against Derek’s neck, places his lips lightly on the just of his collarbone and kisses a featherlight trail along the shelf of bone as they rock together in their half serious dance. “You’re my favorite, you know,” he not-quite-asks as he traces his trail of kisses back in the other direction, dragging his nose along Derek’s jaw when he reaches his shoulder again. His fingers trace Derek’s clavicle as he places a hot, dragging kiss to the hinge of Derek’s jaw, making Derek moan softly as his fingers clench reflexively at Stiles’ shirt.
Derek’s voice is heavy and soft when he answers “I know. You’re my favorite, too.” Stiles smiles against his shoulder, his curved lips pressing into the tip of Derek’s collarbone.
The last 48 hours have been absolute emotional hell and I feel like an ice pick is being driven into my temple. Can I pleeeease have some slow boning with bottom!derek and a hefty side of praise kink from one of my fav sterek queens? *bats eyelashes and pouts considerably*
Here you go sweetheart, I hope this makes your emotional hell just a little less hellish. *all the snuggles for a beautiful person*
Hello, Stiles thinks, grinning as he steps into the bedroom. What do we have here?
His husband, that’s
what. His husband, who is currently naked and beautiful, ass high in the air,
waiting on the bed for him.Their bed.
It makes Stiles’
heart flutter, even after all these years.“Derek?” he
whispers, coming to stand beside him, running one hand up Derek’s back and over
his tattoo. There’s another one beside it now, a small bat, and it never fails
to make Stiles’ mouth fall open. To
remind you how brave you are when you look at it, Derek said when he got
it.Stiles still feels
like he’s in a movie every time he looks at it. He never thought someone would love
him the way Derek does, get him the way Derek does, and it’s a little
overwhelming sometimes. That much love, just for him.“Stiles,” Derek answers,
turning his head slightly. There are tears in his eyes, not the bad kind but
they are still there, and Stiles frowns.“Bad day?”
Derek nods, whispers
“please”, and Stiles leans down to kiss him; once, twice, three times, just
because he can. Shit like that’s important after all, but Stiles also can’t
help himself.Ever.
He would happily
spend all day just kissing Derek. He has spent
all day kissing him.“Okay, baby, but you
gotta tell me what you need. Can you do that for me?”Derek hesitates for
a moment, biting his lip, and Stiles waits. He knows how hard it is for Derek
to ask for things, especially in bed. Hell, it’s sometimes hard for Stiles to ask for things, even after all
this time. They make quite the pair, but then again, that’s the point.They make a pair. A pretty
good one. Matt may have turned out to be more than your average creepy stalker,
but he had a point when he said that.“I want…can you…”
Derek whimpers, at a loss, lifting his ass up higher, and as much as Stiles
wants him to say the words, he knows when to pick his battles.“You want me to
spank you, honey?”
I just saw this video of a dog trying to hide a hole that he made in the couch from his human and my mind HAD to go here so… think about Stiles and Derek christening their new couch (and I mean NEW, like a day or two old) and Stiles rims Derek so hard that Derek’s claws come out and rip through the arm of the couch and he only notices when he’s coming down from his high and Stiles has no idea so Derek tries SO HARD to distract him with his own orgasm and tries to hide it because Stiles (1/?)
had gone on a ten minute rant in the store about how perfect this couch
is and now it’s RUINED and he’s going to be MAD but ofcourse Derek is a
horrible liar and keeps positioning himself awkwardly over the rips
trying to hide them and Stiles is like “You could put a sign there and
it’d be less obvious what did you do?” and Derek is just “Nothing I
promise” and of course it takes less than two minutes for Stiles to find
the new holes in the couch and Derek just feels his heart break a little because Stiles is going to be mad at him but Stiles just looks at the
claw marks “Did you do this?” and Derek is really confused because
that’s.. that’s pretty obvious..? But he nods shamefully and Stiles just
smiles and kisses him and hugs him and is like “Aw baby you felt so
good the claws came out? Why do you look so worried? I love you! I don’t
care about the couch, we can have it fixed! .. Or possibly we’ll have
to get a new one ‘cause those are DEEP but it’s ok!! You felt good and that’s AWESOME!”And Derek is surprised and relieved and happy and a few
days later he dents the washing machine (Stiles sexing him up against
it was 10000% Stiles’ idea so it’s his fault really) and sorta just
smiles sheepishly and blushes and Stiles laughs and pets him but tells
him “I love that I’m making you feel good but seriously don’t start
wrecking the house intentionally like an attention-starved puppy or I’ll
have to punish you” .. there are a few chairs over the years that could could have been spared but Derek breaks them anyway and feigns ignorance
and honestly doesn’t care if Stiles catches on that he did it
intentionally or not because praise or punishment, both are fantastic.You know what I adore about this? Is Derek starting to deliberately do it after a while. Like, we all know Derek is a cocky asshole too. So, you know, he may be a shy sex cupcake but once he gets comfortable it’s all “oops, look at that, I ruined the pillows again” and him just jumping onto the bed and bending over and expecting “annoyed” Stiles sexy times because IT’S SO SO MUCH FUN AND HE NEVER THOUGHT SEX WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN.
Stiles and him make love a lot, it’s slow and tender and he loves that the most. But fun sexy times, where he can laugh and play and growl?? It’s just the best and he loves he gets to have that with Stiles. That he can feel so free and liberated during sex and just do whatever the hell he wants. If he wants to play little red riding hood and chase Stiles around the preserve Stiles will DO THAT because he gets off on adrenaline just as much as Derek. If Derek wants to use food or have a “who can make each other moan louder” competition Stiles is THERE for it, and its just so exciting and fun and THAT IS BEAUTIFUL SO ME.
here’s some Stereky New Year’s Eve fluff for y’all, based on this adorable drawing by @aredblush
May your 2016 be filled with happiness and lucky stars!
“Stiles, there are a lot more stars in here than I remember – wait, is this a bigger jar?”
“I can’t believe it took you this long to notice. I switched to a bigger jar three months ago. I’ve been putting in all the moments you forgot to write down.”
“I thought this was supposed to be for my lucky stars,” Derek teases, reaching into the jar. A year ago on New Year’s Eve, when they had been together for barely six months, he had begun the Lucky Stars Jar at Stiles’ insistence. Derek had thought it silly when he first suggested it, but quickly acquiesced when Stiles said it was something his mom had always done, starting each year with an empty jar in which to collect happy memories to read at the end of the year. Stiles had said it was for mindfulness and reflection, a way to focus on the positive and better appreciate the good in life.
Derek had wanted to tell him that ever since their first kiss he’d felt he’d been given a new life and decided right then and there to appreciate every second of it, every moment he got to spend in Stiles’ magnetic presence, cherishing this new existence under his adoring, loving gaze and eager, intimate touch. But he had held all that back, worried that he might scare Stiles with the intensity of his emotions, and focused instead on his gorgeously long, deft fingers as he demonstrated how to fold a strip of paper into a star, knowing that that very moment was going be the first memory he was going to write down.
“I decided it could be ours,” Stiles says now, leaning over to kiss Derek’s cheek. “Happy New Year, babe.”
The rush of warmth that fills him and makes his chest flutter is familiar by now, but it still makes Derek feel flustered and lightheaded, still in awe that Stiles loves him, that they get have this, that they get to have each other, get have them. Grinning, he unfolds the star and smoothes out the strip of paper, revealing Stiles’ scrawled handwriting. “Road head on the way to Christmas dinner,” he reads, snorting at the pornographic drawing Stiles included. “Stiles, that was last week,” he laughs.
“Yeah, and it was amazing. Totally Jar-worthy.”
shealwaysreads 