Sometimes I like to think of all the different ways Sterek could kiss, like:
Stiles being the first one to kiss Derek, and it’s soft and hesitant, his soft lips just brushing against Derek’s, and Derek sinking into the kiss, lips soft against Stiles as well, and their first kiss is slow and sensual with a simmering passion
Derek being the first one to kiss Stiles, and it’s just Derek kind of going for it, like he can’t take it anymore, he just has to kiss Stiles, so it’s short but hard, hands cupping Stiles’ face, and Stiles is frozen in shock and Derek pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Stiles’ face, and they’re panting for air even from that one short kiss, but then Stiles looks at Derek’s lips and kissing him this time and it’s deep, but slower this time, tongues tangling together, moans slipping past each other’s lips
Stiles and Derek’s first kiss being them both leaning in, and it’s just a short, soft, barely there kiss, but it’s a kiss, and it sets both their bodies ablaze with sensation anyway
Or their first kiss could be hard and biting, kissing so hard it kind of hurts, but in a good way, and they’re biting each other’s lips and fists are twisted in each other’s shirts and the smacking from the kiss is loud around them and they’re grinding against each other
And well into their relationship there’s just the small pecks that become so second nature they barely even think about it. It’s just what they do sometimes when they greet each other, or what they say goodbye or good morning or goodnight or “i’ll be right back” or anything like that.
There’s the kiss where Stiles is lying with his head down by the end of the bed, feet up by the pillows while Derek gets ready for work, and Stiles is reading a book or on his iPad or whatever, and Derek leans down, and in some sort of weird imitation of the Spiderman kiss, Derek kisses Stiles goodbye and Stiles grins as Derek pulls back and leaves
Or Stiles coming home from a long day at work and turning Derek around for a long, slow, passionate kiss with tongue and everything, and Stiles’ fingers sliding into Derek’s hair, heads tilting to deepen the kiss, Derek’s hands wandering down to Stiles’ ass, drinking in their fill of each other after a long day apart, before Stiles pulls back breathlessly and pecks Derek on the lips before moving away and asking how his day went
There’s the kiss that is longer than a peck but is still fairly short because it’s not meant to lead anywhere, it’s just a kiss for kissing’s sake, like when they’re on the couch cuddled up together watching a movie, or over at Scott’s for a pack dinner and them kissing just to kiss because they’ll most likely be preoccupied with the others throughout the night
Then there’s the kiss when Derek’s at his desk, working late into the night, and Stiles coming up behind him to massage his shoulders and ask him how his day was before he tips Derek’s head back and kisses his forehead, his nose and then his mouth, fingers running through Derek’s soft hair
Then there’s the ones when they’re wrapped up in each other’s arms and either Stiles or Derek turns in the other’s arms and pecks them on the cheek with a grin, and the other returning the kiss.
Then there are the kisses leading to something, that are drowning with intent as the other pushes the other towards their bedroom
Then there are the kisses that wander down the other’s bare chest, the kisses on the inside of the other’s thigh, first the right and then the left
There’s the kisses that wander onto the other’s neck, and the ones that leave a mark, which Stiles particularly likes Derek leaving on him
And then there are the kisses that they bite into each other’s flesh which cause the other to moan.
There’s the kisses Stiles presses to Derek’s sweaty forehead after a round of sex, his fingers running through Derek’s hair as he does so
There’s Derek kissing Stiles’ forehead when he’s worried about their daughter after she breaks her arm during a baseball game
There’s the lingering kisses when they don’t exactly have time to linger, such as Stiles or Derek having to go to work in the next five minutes, but they just don’t want to pull away from each other yet
There’s also the kisses where they’re laughing against each other’s lips as their kids yell about them being so gross, ew, kissing gives you cooties, don’t you know, Daddy and Papa??
There’s the kisses where Derek kisses away Stiles’ tears on his cheeks, holding his face softly in his hands as he tries to comfort his husband
There’s the kisses where Stiles kisses the top of Derek’s head as he holds his head to his chest as he tries to comfort his husband after a horrible day at work
There’s Stiles and Derek’s wedding kiss, which they try to keep simple after the judge says “you may kiss each other now” with a big smile, but then Stiles takes Derek and dips him and Derek is gasping in surprise and then laughing with everyone else as Stiles waggles his eyebrows before kissing him good and hard in front of everyone, and both of them grinning as everyone claps and cheers
The kiss at their 30th wedding anniversary as their daughter gives a lovely speech about how lucky she was to get such amazing parents who love her unconditionally, and love each other just as unconditionally, and kept that love alive day in and day out, not matter what it took to keep it that way, that she had a great example of what to look for in her own romantic love. Their kiss is filled with happy tears as they cling to each other, just as in love as they were so long ago.
There’s the kisses they have under the stars, where they like to go for some alone time and have a romantic night together
There’s the kisses they leave on each other’s palm as the other cups their cheek
There’s the kisses Derek likes to give to the back of Stiles’ hand when he’s feeling particularly romantic, and they cause Stiles to blush
There’s the time Derek imitates Gomez Adams and kisses from Stiles’ hand all the way up his arm to his shoulder, Stiles laughing and calling Derek an idiot, his tone full of fondness
There’s the kiss where Derek grabs a handful of Stiles’ hair and pulls his head back on the mattress and kissing him right on his adams apple, causing Stiles to shiver, and then trailing kisses up to his jaw
There’s the kisses Stiles sometimes leaves on Derek’s closed eyelids when he’s sleeping, or Derek’s going through a hard time and Stiles is trying to calm him down
There’s the kisses they plant on each other in front of their coworkers when they visit each other at work sometimes
There’s the kisses Derek trails down Stiles’ back, over his smooth, mole filled skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake
There’s the kisses Stiles trails over Derek’s abs, on his hips, the soft bite he leaves there, causing Derek to jerk in pleasure
There’s the kisses Stiles kisses across Derek’s fingers in his quest to love every inch of his husband’s body.
There’s the kisses Derek leaves on Stiles’ shoulders when he wraps his arms around him from behind
There are the kisses Stiles kisses up Derek’s hard cock before he swallows him whole
There are the kisses Derek leaves all over Stiles’s ass cheeks before spreading them apart and diving in
There are the harsh, biting kisses during sex, both of them breathless as they drown in each other, in the pleasure they give each other
There are the kisses they give each other over the other’s shoulders as they fuck the other from behind
There are the kisses when they kiss each other all over their faces, laughing in delight
There are the mean kisses, the biting kisses when they’ve been fighting, and they get into a mood with each other, as if it’s almost hate sex at first, but then the kisses dissolve into loving, anguish filled kisses as they apologize to each other, as they admit what assholes they were and that they need to fix it.
There’s the kiss, when they broke up once, and only once, in their very long relationship, before their marriage, before their wonderful kids, before the lifelong commitment, for half a year. Six months. It was torture for them, and the kiss that sealed the deal, that got them back together, was deep, and there were tears trailing down their cheeks as they came together once again, drowning in the sensation the other’s kiss gave them, and the kiss felt like coming home, as if their lips never wanted to be parted for six months ever again. And they never were.
They have so many kisses, all for each other. They’re soft, they’re hard, they’re short, they’re long, they’re a peck, or they go on for so long they can barely breathe when they part. They linger, they don’t linger at all. They’re everywhere they get to on each other’s bodies. They’re sweet or they’re harsh. Sizzling with passion always, but sometimes it’s just as a low simmer, other times it’s boiling at the surface, wild and crazy, as if they might never kiss again and they have to make the most of this one last kiss. Sometimes they’re searching, searching to see if the other is okay through this soft kiss, sometimes they’re a quick peck on the cheek. Sometimes they’re biting, mean, angry. Sometimes they’re sweet, almost too sweet, like too much sugar in a drink, but they don’t care because they love the taste of sugar, love the taste of each other on the other’s lips
They have their first kiss, they have their last kiss, and every kiss in between, and they all mean something to each other, no matter how small a kiss it is, and every one of them makes the other feel something, no matter if it’s a negative or positive emotion their kiss evokes. And for as long as they’re alive, they never stop kissing each other, because kissing each other means coming home, and they are each other’s home, always.
ohhh. ohnooo i love this so much??? okay no sit down listen this is going to be so important because what about stiles getting distracted when he’s shopping
like he’ll go to the grocery store/mall/whatever with a list and mostly he gets everything on there but he also gets this ONE thing that was 100% an impulse buy and he’s not even quite sure why he bought it but now it’s there
like just imagine him going through the aisles and throwing random stuff on the cart like a power drill because it looked cool and scrunchies and a football and one of those pool toys you can blow into so they fill up
and when he gets with derek and they start living together he just tries to hide it because derek gets this look in his face and stiles knows his eyebrows are being all judgy even though he looks kind of fond
stiles being that neighbor. the one you go to asking for stuff and he just opens up the garage to reveal what looks like the storing space of, like, target or something
“hey stiles do you for chance have some loose boards?” “yup right here” “hey stiles got any sewing supplies” “yup.” “hey stiles it’s kind of hot outside and my kids-” “jeffrey you can totally have the kiddie pool honestly what the hell am i going to do with it”
but also it’s not just random stuff. sometimes he comes home with things he subconsciously wants.
like once he came home with one of those sets of wrenches and some blue paint and derek looked at him and the next day stiles’ jeep was all tuned up with a fresh coat of paint
just before he derek moved in he’d come back home with bookshelves and a bathrobe derek’s size and extra towels
derek had looked at it, looked at stiles and the next week he was all moved in
so you know, a couple years down the line stiles just kind of starts bringing kids’ stuff home and he hides it because he’s not quite sure how derek feels about having kids, sure they’ve loosely talked about it but it’s just a touchy subject he doesn’t want to do something to spook derek
even though, reasonably, given that he has a titanium band around his ring finger there shouldn’t be a lot derek gets spooked by.
and now stiles has a section of the garage full of toys, teeny clothes, educational books and all the materials to make a killer swingset
and of course derek finds out when stiles forgets to immediately hide the little adorable coats and stiles kind of freaks out maybe a little bit because he really doesn’t want to spook derek
but derek just looks down at them with all this awe, little tiny jackets almost getting dwarfed by his big hands and he has this soft smile on his face and just goes “okay”
and stiles is just like “????? okay????? that’s it?????????” and derek just nods like “yeah okay” because you know derek, you know he probably was getting all insecure and thinking about how stiles probably didn’t want to have kids with him because of all of his issues and he’s just so overwhelmed that he gets to have this too that he has no words but okay
before the end of the summer they have the swingset built in the backyard and are looking at all the adoption options, especially made by other packs that suddenly found themselves in charge of an orphaned lil wolf
Derek is so touch starved and Stiles is so scared of touching people after the nogitsune.
And how the first time one of them just holds the other one and they can’t quite fathom why.
How Derek is on his bed, maybe reading, and Stiles comes over and just starts spooning him and Derek tenses because “does Stiles think something is wrong? Why is he holding him?”
And Stiles freaks out because he thinks Derek is tensing because of him and he jumps out of bed just “sorry sorry sorry, I’ll go”.
And Derek is so confused, running out after him and it takes everything in him to say, “wait, don’t go” because Derek doesn’t know what he’s done, but he knows he wants Stiles to touch him so bad, just to hold him and love him and-
And there is a lot of staring, silent eyebrow communication and hand gestures, before Stiles realises Derek was confused, not repulsed. Not repulsed.
Maybe there is a kiss, one that says I love you, but I’m too scared to tell you.
And after they just make a point of holding each other and whispering “just because” when they do.
And it becomes their thing, just because you matter to me.
YES, WE CAN IN FACT TALK ABOUT THIS
AT LENGTH
See, wolves are tactile. They just are, even the least tactile wolf will still be more cuddly than your average human, it’s just the pack instinct.
But Derek has gone without touch for so long it just became habit. Like a chronic pain that can on occasion be medicated in various ways, but is always just an unpleasant ache in the background. And thanks to Derek Hale’s fucking truckloads of issues, he can’t see any way to change it.
And then there’s Stiles. Who’s being so careful with his touches. Before the nogitsune mostly because Derek was so tense and prone to lashing out, and after because… well because. They don’t talk about it.
So when they touch they always have a reason. Stop. Wait. You’re bleeding. You’re being a dick. Let me help you.
And they’re kind of a thing. They both know they are, but it hasn’t gone anywhere yet, because Stiles sees Derek’s truckload of issues and raises him a fucking convoy. So yeah, there’s something there. But they’re both just so afraid.
But maybe Stiles is tired. So fucking tired. And Derek looks extra open and calm and snuggle-able there on the bed, and for one brief moment of insanity, Stiles gets the thought that
“We could have this.”
And then he jumps in with both feet, because it’s the only way he knows how.
That first touch fills Derek with worry, because it has zero reason not to. But there’s a second or two, where Stiles is just settling in, settling down, and Derek gets to remember, just for a moment, how it feels to not ache everywhere, how to breathe again, but before he even consciously realizes it Stiles is jumping away, and Derek can’t not follow him, drawn after him as if on a string, because his whole body wants him back, every fiber reaching out for him.
But his mind barely knows, and everything is a mess, and they’re both so confused, and yet… they muddle through. Manage to put words to what they’re feeling, even though it feels like doing an obstacle course backwards while blindfolded.
They get there, though. Derek’s slow and unsure “I… need you. To stay.” followed by Stiles’ “Okay. I think I might need to… you know, stay. Too.”
And that first kiss is so hesitant, but no less intense for it. And it takes time, so much time, before they get to a point were touching is casual and expected, but it’s worth it, so very much worth it.
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.
So I was watching that edging video (seriously, watch it, your life will be better for it) when an ad in the sidebar caught my eye.
@crossroadswrite, bro, join on me on this journey of porn site bromancing.
Lemme touch it bro. Just being friendly. No homo.
Lemme tenderly cuddle you while you sensually deeptroat that banana. (While dressed vaguely as an old timey sailor.) Just dudes being dudes.
What, bro? Don’t be shy, bro, it’s just a broner. See, I got one too!
Just br…o…s… being b r o s. Bro. Dude. Very dude. Much bro. Wow.
Okay, but this really needs to be more of a thing.
I mean, look, AFTER HOECHLIN SAYING “GUY AND GUY NOT GAY” WHY ISN’T THERE A THOUSAND NEW FICS LIKE THIS??
Imagine Derek. Derek who has always fallen for girls and somehow ended up with the most straight friends ever in high school and he just…doesn’t think about guys? He appreciates guys are good looking, but does he want to fuck a guy? No thank you, he very much likes his sexual partners not to have dicks getting in the way of sexy time proceedings. Plus, Derek is also a romantic so…like…he just kind of was brought up with heterosexual love stories and just…yeah. There’s various downsides to fairy tales ya’ll.
Anyway, the point is thE DUDE IS VERY MUCH INTO GUYS BUT HE DOESN’T RECOGNISE THE SIGNS. He doesn’t realise complimenting a fellow bro on their booty in some shorts means anything more (to him) than the fact that that ass is damn fine and should be complimented because, in Derek’s book, this bullcrap about guys not being able to compliment each other sucks.
ANYHOW, then Derek meets Stiles and Stiles is just…well, he’s annoying that’s what he is, so Derek mistakes UST for hatred. But imagine college okay, like, Stiles is his new roommate and Stiles…well…DEREK ISN’T GOING TO SAY HE LOOKS BAD IN ONLY A TOWEL. And Stiles is very very openly bi, okay? And Derek is all GOOD FOR YOU but I’m straight when Stiles tries to come on to him that one time.
But then there is this one night. THIS ONE NIGHT where Derek comes home early from the library to find Stiles jerking off and Stiles falls off the bed because DON’T SCARE A GUY LIKE THAT. And then there is just a moment with them staring at each other and then Stiles’ dick and Stiles is very huffy because THIS WAS HIS FIRST OPPORTUNITY TO JERK OFF IN TWO WEEKS WITHOUT DEREK BEING IN. And Derek actually feels really bad because, well, orgasms are important, so he is just all “you can go back to what you were doing, don’t mind me” and Stiles is all ????? “Look, I came home early. You should get to finish. I won’t look, I promise. I’ll even put my earphones in.” And well, Stiles has a bit of an exhibitionist kink and Derek is hot like burning so…
So he goes back to what he was doing and Derek ignores him. At first. But then Stiles’ moans get louder and Derek….well…it’s the sex noises, it’s just the sex noises that are making his own dick twitch. Nothing more than sexual sounds. That is all.
And yet, there he is, unable to help but subtly glance in the mirror which shows him everything and Derek just about dies because Stiles isn’t jerking off, he’s fucking himself on a dildo and Derek….Derek’s mouth goes very dry because he’s never done that before. He’s tried touching himself a few times…there, but he’s always been kind of shy about it.
And he is fascinated watching Stiles, okay? That is until he hears “if you are going to watch, at least help a brother out? My hand is cramping”. And Derek frowns because, what? But then he realises. The dildo is pretty heavy, it’s huge actually, and before Derek knows what he’s doing he is making his way over to Stiles’ bed and taking the dildo from him, letting Stiles fuck himself on it and twisting it this way and that for, uh, science. Yeah, science, and when Stiles comes Derek doeS NOT HAVE THE URGE TO KISS HIM. NOPE NOPE NOPE. WHY WOULD HE WANT THAT? THEY ARE BROS. LESS THAN BROS. THEY ARE….something.
Shit.
Yes, friend, I am here for this! (Also, bro @crossroadswrite, you still need to get in on this.)
Because Derek is confused after that, okay? Like, really fucking confused.
And I’m gonna add a read more, cause this shit is getting LONG!
Okay! Yes to all of this BUT LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW MAAAAYBE …
Innocent little Derek, just helpin’ a bro out. Workin’ the dildo and maybe offering a reach around too and NOT freaking out.
Because, you know. They’re bros. He’d do it for his other bros, right?
(He tries not to think about how, no, he probably wouldn’t.)
But it’s not GAY. Okay? It’s like… it’s like guy on guy, which is not gay.
He’s pretty sure there’s a distinction.
But anyway, he starts coming home to that same scene over and over. And now it’s not even a question of helping out. He fucks Stiles with a dildo or jerks him off and it’s. Not a big deal.
Helping a bro out. Giving him a hand in the literal sense.
And okay, so a few times he popped a boner, but it’s a physiological reaction to the NOISES, not the fact that it’s a guy, and Stiles’ offer to help him out that first time was only expected, really. After all, Derek’s been helping Stiles out, so…
And maybe the second time Stiles helped him there were less helping hands than helping lips and tongue and hot, wet mouth sucking him down sweet and hot and perfect, but…
But it’s just bros helping each other out.
Right?
Derek’s not entirely sure how he went from holding the dildo to rolling on a condom, lubing up, and replacing the dildo with his own dick tonight, but…
…He breathes out, and it sounds like a whine, but he definitely wouldn’t be whining just because Stiles feels so fucking hot and tight around him, his ass clinging as Derek slowly pulls out before rocking back in…
“It’s just bros helping bros. Right?”
“Sure thing, buddy,” Stiles moans, hands gripping the headboard for leverage before he pulls forward and slams back onto Derek’s cock, making him nearly bite through his tongue at how GOOD that feels, holy god. “You’re the best bro. Such a good bro that I’ll even take you to the movies tomorrow, my treat, for helping me out like this. …Bro.”
“Yeah, okay,” Derek gasps, having long lost the thread of their conversation as Stiles grinds against him and maybe sneakily slides one hand down to tickle at Derek’s hole with a lubed-up finger.
(Stiles KNEW his banana eating technique would wear Derek down eventually.)
(Their wedding invitations say, “It’s just a bro thing.”)
THE WEDDING OMG, I’M CRYING!!
But, in truth, I can’t see it going this far. Yes, dumb boys is my fave thing in fic, but there’s dumb and then there’s deluded. What I WILL do, is add what I babbled at @pale-silver-comb last night while we threw feelings at each other.
So Derek went through his sexual crisis, right, had all the thoughts, read all the things and made the final decision. But, what if, somewhere along the way, he sort of… forgot to tell Stiles?
And so he just starts to give Stiles things. Like flowers and chocolates and small cute things he thought Stiles would like. He asks him out for drinks and they share meals and they’re having a great time
But Stiles just kinda assumes that it’s Derek trying to make up for how awkward things were after “That Night”, and he knows Derek is generally a very relaxed dude about gender roles and such. So, yeah, he already told Stiles a few times he looked nice, before things got awkward, and he’s done him favors and carried heavy shit for him, so it’s… not all that different? So he honestly just thinks Derek is going the extra mile to make sure they can live together the rest of their college years without killing each other.
So when Derek gets all wounded puppy over him not touching the latest offering of chocolates Stiles is a little confused. Because, well. Thanks, but “we were going for pizza, weren’t we? I thought we could eat them later?” and meanwhile Derek is still a little hurt that Stiles’ only reaction to gifts so far has been “oh. Cool.” and tossing them on his bed or his desk. The chocolates were expensive and in a fucking heart shaped box, Derek could hardly be more obvious. Except maybe if he actually ASKED STILES THE FUCK OUT ON A DAAAAAATE.
Idiots
So Derek is hurt, and Stiles is confused, and Derek also isn’t very good with words, so the fact that this is on him doesn’t bode well, frankly. But, luckily, Stiles is pretty good at digging. So when Derek tries to run away and lick his wounds, because OBVIOUSLY Stiles has been trying to give him a hint with a clue-by-four for literally weeks, by not really making much of his gifts, or making even a single move for a kiss or anything, literally anything to show a desire to be closer. Because Derek never makes a move until he knows he’s welcome. He is a GOOD GUY. HE CAN READ THE SIGNS. But Stiles has just NOT BEEN GIVING HIM ANY!!
Because, of course, Stiles wasn’t aware that was even an option. -bangs head on a desk a few dozen times-
So ANYWAY
It’s kind of the last straw for Derek, and he’s ready to just run the fuck away, request a new roommate or just sleep in the fucking common room or something. But Stiles can tell Derek is upset, and they’ve come so far, he doesn’t wanna see it all crumble because he somehow stepped in it.
“Hey, Derek, hang on! Whatever I did, I’m sorry. I love the chocolates, really! Wanna eat some now and ruin our appetites like the rebels we are?”
“NO, I DON’T WANT THE DAMN CHOCOLATES.”
“O… kay? Well what then?”
“Never mind. I just thought. But you never. It’s not important. I’ll get over it.”
“Get over WHAT, Derek? Seriously, if I fucked up, we gotta talk about this! Don’t just run off!”
And Derek finally comes around enough to get that Stiles is genuinely upset, and that was so totally not what he meant to do, ugh, he can never do anything right.
“No, it’s not you, I’M the one who fucked up. I thought after the… thing… that we could… that you’d wanna… with me… but you never… and I didn’t know how to… but whatever, I get it now.”
“Well, that makes ONE of us, cause I don’t get what you just said. I think you lost some words in there. So what do you GET, Derek!?”
Super awkward shuffling and avoiding of eyes
“That you don’t want… -vague hand gesture between them- with me.”
Stiles repeates vague hand gesture with a frown added.
Derek frowns back.
Stiles gestures more, and adds angry owl head swirling.
Derek makes angrier eyebrows and they have a ridiculous stare-off for a while.
“Start over! From the top, Derek! And this time, start with asking me on, oh, I dunno, a DATE MAYBE!!”
…
…
…
“I did.”
“Trust me, you did not. I would have noticed.”
“I did! I asked you for coffee!”
“At 2 am before a paper was due!”
“I bought you flowers!”
“You said they were in season!”
“They were!”
“Not important, dumbass!”
“… I asked you. I did!”
“No, you asked me to do things we’ve been doing the whole time. Just a little nicer.”
And now Derek feels kinda bad. Kicked puppy all over again. But if them’s the breaks, he is gonna do as Stiles says, try and again and fucking NAIL it this time. He may look a little scary in his determination for second there.
“Hey, no, Derek-”
“Wanna go out with me? On a DATE?”
And yeah, this is the Derek Stiles has gotten to know. The one who takes the hits and then gets right back up again, even when he’s been a moron, and so Stiles smiles all sweetly at him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to. But…”
-frown- “But…?”
Stiles sidles in closer. “You’re gonna have to kiss me goodnight, then. After.”
“Oh, really?” Derek might be feeling a little hot, because okay, he thought about it, he did, but Stiles is really really close now.
“Yeah. Really. In fact… I’m gonna have to insist.” He’s so close now, breath washing over Derek’s lips.
“Maybe… uhm… maybe I don’t wanna wait until… after.”
“Read my mind,” Stiles sighs, and Derek is at least reassured that he knows those damn signs when he’s actually getting them, and he can’t remember what he was even confused about, because it’s so easy, leaning in, and Stiles’ lips are not at all “manly” in any way, if that if even a thing lips can be, Derek doubts it. They’re soft and alive under his, and good god, it’s probably the best kiss of Derek’s life, bar none. Seriously, he’s pretty sure he whimpers a little bit. And Stiles doesn’t even mock him for it, just licks his bottom lip one last time before pulling away to nuzzle his nose, so gently and sweetly.
“So. Are we gonna eat or what, cause I’m starving, Derek, I’m not kidding, I think my stomach is trying to eat my spine.”
And it’s so weird, but also so right to snort at Stiles’ antics and drag him out by the elbow and slam the door behind them. But they hold hands all the way to the pizza place, and yeah, they totally share the chocolates later. In bed.
four times in 3×01 that stiles and derek allude to the possibility that stiles helped derek’s pack in the months between seasons 2 and 3 // asked by no one
*insert gif that i can’t find of him chewing on his hoodie strings here*
a couple of fics actually adress this. not thumb sucking in particular but his need to have things in his mouth. most of the time for “plot” reasons and when i say “plot” i mean shoving derek’s dick in his mouth
but listen this is so fucking good and precious to me because i dont have adhd but when im nervous i kind of chew/suck on the pad of my thumb or other place on my hand and that shit is really calming okay
so here’s the thing. stiles needs stimulation and mostly when he’s around other people he finds other things to replace his thumb, like chewing on the strings of his hoodies, on pens (that sometimes does not end well for him and let it be known that ink tastes absolutely disgusting) shoveling as much food in his mouth as possible, rubbing his thumb against his finger (i have to do this while im walking places or i get restless no idea why), tapping his pen, bouncing his knee and whatnot
but here’s the thing. thumb sucking is a calming thing for him. its a last resort. its one of the things that calmed him down after his mom was gone because it was a constant. when he’s feeling overwhelmed he starts sucking on his thumb to relax him a little bit
and his dad knows and he understands but doesn’t particularly like it because to him it feels like he lost a battle. stiles has been sucking on his thumb ever since they took his pacifier away and he hasn’t managed to make him stop
scott knows because scott was there when stiles’ mom died and there was a lot of thumb sucking
derek knows because something bad happens like it always does. maybe his dad was kidnapped and the others are getting him. and derek stayed behind with stiles because there was no way stiles was in any condition to go look after his father.
and stiles is so nervous sitting in his corner after he’s tired of pacing he just shoves his thumb in his mouth because his dad is fine the pack called, they have him, whatever baddie it was is deaded
and stiles is just over here trying not to freak out and lowkey waiting for derek to make a comment, to make fun of him but derek doesn’t say anything, just keeps reassuring him that his father is okay and that he’ll be able to see him soon
and the thing is. THE THING IS now that derek has this info that thumb sucking actually calms stiles down he uses it. and not in the bad mocking away. in the stiles is freaking out so im gonna get something for him to put in his mouth because that calms him down.
sometimes its food, sometimes its stiles’ own thumb, sometimes its candy, sometimes its a hoodie string, sometimes its dereks own fingers because stiles was gesticulating everywhere and derek was seriously worried he would hurt him trying to catch one of his hands and he doesnt have anything else at hand so he just presses his knuckle to stiles’ mouth like chill
weirdest thing is stiles does and it’s not even a sexual thing. it’s a coping mechanism and hes so grateful he has something to focus on and it just so weird but also not because they’re pack and pack helps each other
and may i reccomend one of my fave all time fics that deals with this?
Indelible Marks by billtheradish [275.6k | r | magic!stiles + tattoo artist!derek + alive hale amazing ocs]
The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)
Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…
#Sterek#Amazing fanart is amazing#nsfw#FUCK#can you just imagine here#their first time#and the whole time Derek’s whispering ‘is this okay’#checking in with Stiles every step of the way#and Stiles is like ‘yes yes of course it is’#but Derek just looks at him with such TRUST and TENDERNESS#that it’s OVERWHELMING#and something inside him cracks open and he’s crying in the middle of sex because it’s SO MUCH#and he thinks Derek’s going to stop or be grossed out#but instead Derek swipes away the tears with his thumb and kisses him so gently#like Stiles is something precious#someone worth protecting#someone worth taking care of#and Stiles can’t help it#he says ‘I love you’#and Derek’s face lights up like the fucking sun and he says ‘I love you too’#like a secret neither of them are ready to share with anyone else just yet#and it was never what Stiles expected for their first time#but it’s perfect all the same – @mad-madam-m
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