Bottom!Derek who is actually very, very sensitive everywhere – I’m not kidding, this boy gets easily overstimulated – and full body shivers whenever Stiles gently parts his legs and just…breathes over his hole, damp and hot and “hey, you okay, Der?” Derek, who is actually highly insecure about this, feeling betrayed by his own body – hating that he can’t just will himself into submission like he does in every other aspect of his life- but with time feels good, learning to let go and enjoy how Stiles seems to love how he responds to every little touch.
Derek who is very needy and gets shyer and shyer the louder he gets during sex, trying to bury his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck, attempting to muffle his whines and pleas as Stiles gently strokes his sides and whispers how well he’s doing, that he is so very pretty and good. Such a good boy, Derek. My good boy.
Derek taking a long to time to work up to bottoming. It’s a trust thing for him, it’s a trust thing above anything else, and the day Derek sits Stiles down and tells him it’s something he wants to try with him…well, it’s as important and significant as a marriage proposal as far as Stiles is concerned.
Bottom!Derek who really, really likes getting fucked over things. The sofa. The table. The end of the bed. He doesn’t know why it’s so hot. Maybe it’s got something to do with the fact when Stiles bends him over something it’s usually because he doesn’t have the patience to walk the 30 second trip to the bedroom – or in some cases the two second trip up the bed – and it just makes Derek feel so loved and important and wanted.
Derek who absolutely adores riding Stiles. Derek who relishes in watching Stiles come undone below him, fisting at the sheets above his head as Derek slowly bounces on his dick, clenching around him and making him squirm. Derek who, in these moments, loves to tell Sties what a good boy he is, loving and cherishing Stiles, kissing him in between thanking him and praising him, grinning smugly the louder and more rambly Stiles gets the closer he pushes him to the edge. Derek, have I ever told you how- oh my god, right there- sexy you are? Because you are. Am I sexy? Wait don’t answer that- oh my god, oh my god, don’t stop, I’m gonna-
Speaking of thank yous…bottom!Derek who has a thing about being polite in bed. Bottom!Derek who begs so prettily and thanks Stiles over and over whether he’s finally pushing inside him or spending a good, solid hour just milking his prostate. He can’t help it, the litany of thank yous and pleases that spill from his mouth (even when he is close to tears or threats) and Stiles just finds it all adorable, that Derek Hale is actually just a polite, shy boy underneath all that gruff and glaring.
Derek who very much likes to present for Stiles. It’s partly a wolf thing, he knows, but it’s also just a how-Stiles-makes-him-feel thing. At first, he was a little more than embarrassed about doing it, shuffling almost awkwardly until Stiles huffed and took the hint, manhandling Derek until his ass was high in the air, all ready for the taking. Everyone expects Stiles to be the impatient one in bed, wriggling around or teasing (and that he often is) but as Derek grows more confident being with someone again, someone he trusts and loves to be playful around for the first time in years, he’s the one practically wagging his metaphorical tail every time Stiles tells him to turn over, preening when Stiles tells him what a lovely sight he makes. And we won’t even get started on the full moon.
Derek who sometimes doesn’t want sex, but just needs to be filled up. Derek who sometimes strips and preps himself before coming downstairs to clamber on to Stiles’ lap to watch a movie or nap, happy and sated with Stiles inside him. Some days they talk about their days like this, Stiles fully clothed, stroking up and down Derek’s arms as he tells him about his thesis or shift at the library, Derek telling him about the book he’s writing or the history papers he’s marking.
Bottom!Derek who just likes that feeling of closeness when Stiles is inside him, like Stiles is touching and anchoring every part of him. And even though Stiles can’t do much about his past, the pain, everything that often feels too much, he can soothe them, quieten those feelings. He can press Derek down and kiss him and, just for a little bit, Derek can just focus on Stiles. On them. Nothing else. On everything he has come to think of as home again.
“Alright,” Stiles whispered, turning from Scott as he kept his phone pressed to his cheek, “Now… just say that again. Slower.”
Derek gave a soft huff through the speaker, “What, that I want to run my teeth over your neck and lick the skin under your jaw?”
Stiles closed his eyes for a second, biting his lip, “Mhm.”
“Oh, well I guess you might like how much I want to slip my hands down the back of your jeans and feel that ass I’ve been missing…”
Stiles gave a soft whimper, “Uh huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek replied with a growl, “When you get back home from that stupid track meet I’m going to flip you over, lick you down and fill you with-”
“Oh my GOD, I can HEAR EVERYTHING YOU’RE SAYING!!” Scott yelled over Stiles shoulder, his face contorted in anger as he sat back in his seat.
Stiles turned beet red and glanced around, seeing every pair of eyes on the bus now pointed at him, “Um.. Der I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s come up.”
Sterek AU where Cora is in the middle of telling Derek he should stop complaining about being single and actually look for someone.
“Maybe I’m just waiting for the right person to come along,” Derek argues.
“Yeah, cos the right person is just going to fall out of the sky.”
And then about a second later Stiles Stilinski falls off a ladder and into Derek’s arms.
And that is how they meet.
But honestly, even a canon compliant fic of this scenario is still beautiful. Derek catching Stiles bridal style and there is a moment of awkwardness before Derek just dumps him onto the ground.
But then probably after that he can’t stop thinking about how weird that timing was and then he starts thinking about Stiles.
Villains in Addams Family movies go to really unnecessary lengths to defraud them of the family fortune. These people just give it away on whims all the time. If I just walked into the house and started wearing their clothes and spending their money, they wold start introducing me as Cousin Intruder and forget there was ever a time I didn’t live with them.
I disagree with this whole heartedly, they would realize you weren’t a member of their family fairly quick since they keep Immaculate track of their family trees. The important thing, the really important thing, is that they wouldn’t care. Especially if you’re acting like they are family to you, they’re just going to assume that you’re someone who needs a family and needs friends and happily provide one to you without question. Especially if you’re someone, and given that you’re sharing their clothes this is pretty likely, with similar tastes to them. Eventually they will call you part of the family but it won’t be because they don’t realize you aren’t, it will be because they’ve decided to make you one.
when i say “i hate men” im not talking about every individual man in the world, im talking about men as a social class, but if youre the kind of man that gets offended when i say i hate men then i do, specifically, hate you on an individual level
the hag in folklore actually is symbolic of men being afraid that when women get older we’ll realize how shit they really are and eat them which is fair and they should be
this is a shoutout to all the gifmakers out there. you are appreciated. your work is valued. your content is the type that is consumed through merely scrolling, so you don’t get comments. you don’t get much praise. feedback is nonexistent. but you’re appreciated. you have talent. tumblr and fandom wouldn’t be the same without you. you are the life and soul of tumblr.
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