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Goodnight, goodnight

anamelesstraveler:

Every shitty thing that’s happened to them over the years has made Stiles a light sleeper. It makes cohabitating… difficult at first. He doesn’t get enough sleep as it is most nights, let alone when he’s jolting awake every few hours at the slightest rustle or snore.

His first year at college sucked, basically. His second year was better, after he and Scott pulled every string in the book to get the same room. At least when he snapped awake, he knew it was Scott and he was safe.

Derek isn’t different in that regard. It just takes some getting used to. They’ve been dating for months but they only recently been trying this whole “night/weekend at my boyfriend’s” thing. They haven’t been pushing each other away or anything, but they’ve just… it’s the slowest either of them have ever taken a relationship before. They’ve both been through so much shit both in and out of relationships – secrets, life-threatening circumstances, betrayals, not to mention Derek’s more than spectacular trust and consent issues and they just–

They’re easing into it, okay?

So when Stiles shudders awake without warning in the middle of the night, he isn’t surprised. He catalogs his surroundings quickly, taking in the stillness of the loft and the moonlight pouring in through the windows overhead. Derek is beside him, comfortably close, and still with sleep. So what–

Except Derek isn’t asleep.

Stiles watches as his boyfriend’s breathing hitches, a tremor racking his body. The way his shoulders shake is unmistakable, as is the painful clench in his jaw and the twist of his mouth. Stiles’ pulse skyrockets even before he catches the glint of moisture clinging to Derek’s eyelashes.

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captain-snark:

Here for Stiles who is constantly horny and always seems to be jerking off. Derek having to wait for Stiles to get off one too many times and he just says fuck it.

Well, the first is when he comes in through the window anyway, even though he knows what Stiles is up to.

And Stiles probably jumps at first, but he probably he probably has no shame at this point so he just sort of stops, hand still wrapped around himself, pants down around his thighs, lying on his bed.

And Derek just ignores it. Asks Stiles for whatever is he came there for, who cares.

The second time he says fuck it is when he asks Stiles how he’s not always dehydrated. Stiles probably makes a joke about being insatiable. There’s a challenge leveled in their somewhere and Derek ends up blowing Stiles in spite.

It doesn’t work. Because it turns out Stiles is insatiable. It does however stop Derek from constantly walking in on Stiles jerking off, calling him while there’s porn on in the background.

No, because now Stiles goes to Derek when he’s horny. Derek swears Stiles’ dick is a divining rod straight to him. Derek turned around one saturday morning at the grocery store, getting a hit of a familiar scent, to spot Stiles making eyes at him from the bakery. 

They start sleeping together, obviously. 

Derek has probably only ever gone from start to home in one in most of his relationships, so it’s probably strange when he and Stiles go slow. It’s like Stiles wants to master each base before they move on.

It’s ridiculously endearing to Derek.

It’s also ridiculously hot spending hours grinding and making out underneath Derek’s covers before just napping. Stiles likes to be the little spoon.

And the first time he fucks Stiles, though. When he slides to home that first time and Stiles makes this noise Derek wants playing from his gravestone.