Tag: not!sterek

veritasst:

Sometimes Derek wonders how the hell he didnt realise it before, how he didnt look at Stiles and just know.  Just know that their bodies would fit perfectly, that the curve of Stiles’s ass would fit against the curve of Derek’s hip, how Derek’s thumb would fit perfectly against the hollow under Stiles’s chin, or the one under his bottom lip.  How perfect Derek’s hands would feel clamped around Stiles’s hips, or how Stiles’s fingers would fit just right around Derek’s arms.  Or how Derek’s fingers would slot between Stiles’s ribs like they were made for each other.  

He doesn’t know how he missed it.  How he went through so much of his life without knowing how it would feel to have Stiles pulled back against his chest.  But he’s got it now, and there is no way he’s ever letting go.  

themilkoviches:

the one where derek and stiles get their own place, and clothes become a thing of the past. for youshinebrighter21 on her birthday. c:

stiles comes to with the sensation of something rough scratching against his neck, and something rumbling in front of his face. he blinks rapidly a few times, still in a sleepy, confused, stupor, trying to figure out who the hell he is, the way it happens every morning.

the scratching is derek’s beard, his boyfriend pressed up against his side, face tucked into his shoulder. he hums in approval at that, and noses against derek’s hair, before he turns his head to search for the source of the rumbling.

not rumbling- purring. aurora is staring at him with her big yellow eyes and waiting for attention. when he looks at her, the purring only gets louder, and she bats at his face.

nope, nope, much too early for that. cutest kitten in the world or not, stiles is not up for playing until he’s had at least one red bull, and derek’s body up against his is much too warm to consider leaving just yet.

he goes to worm back into the blankets of the bed- except. wait. this isn’t the bed at all.

stiles yawns again and sits up slightly, enough to glance around the living room. did they fall asleep on the floor?

it comes back to him in waves, the night before, spent christening every room of the house. their house.

stiles grins, wide and happy, and flops back onto the hardwood with a thunk, pressing his face into the slope of derek’s shoulder.

it occurs to him, before he drifts back asleep, that they never actually got around to christening the bedroom. but that’s alright. they’ll both be awake again in a couple of hours.

sterekpornlookalikes:

awkwardinnocent:

#well well well would you look at that  #male model derek hale  #the other model couldnt make it to the shoot for whatever reason  #and since its a pretty risque shoot everyone was rushing to find a replacement bc deadlines #and stiles is intern-assistant-slave of the main photographer  #he hears them talking about it during the lunch break standing around the catered food table stuffing his face with those mini burgers bc why is nobody else eating them fuck  #the other model was supposed to openly grope derek hales genitalia and stiles just flails looking ridiculous with at least 2 mini burgers in his mouth  #i volunteer as tribute peter please let me fill in i know im not as hot as derek but we can make him the focus ok i’ll just stand behi—  #just wash your hands for the love of god   #derek just rolls his eyes but when peter looks at him to confirm he just kind of shrugs and nods  #stiles freaking out bc male model derek hales genitals will be in his hands  #*queue 50k multichap about wannabe photographer stiles and male model derek hale*  #stiles  #derek  #oops i ficced  #these tags gave me hell fuck  #yall better appreciate (via sterekpornlookalikes)

BECAUSE THAT SHOULD TOTALLY BE A FUCKING THING. Those fingers are totally long enough to be Stiles you guys. Totally.

tashakills wrote an absolutely wonderful fic based on my tags, everyone go read it!