Summary: Derek gives Stiles his jacket.
"Derek's Soliloquies of Dirty Talk are something to be marveled at. They are the most he ever says at one time and the result is that even when Derek is explaining death and destruction, Stiles gets an erection when he speaks longer than like three sentences. It's a pavlovian response."
Funny and hot. Derek is the more creepy and kinky bastard of the universe and Stile is pushy and desperate for sex... he also is a very lucky boy, let me say it!
"Stiles," Derek says.
When nothing else comes, Stiles looks over his shoulder, and the sight that greets him simply cannot be processed by his puny human brain.
"Come here," Derek says, impatient, like him lying there in his bed and holding up the covers and staring at Stiles expectantly is a signal that Stiles is supposed to just magically decode. Right.
Stiles props himself up on his elbows, willing some words to form. Any words.
"That is not going to slow my heartrate down." Good, that works.
Derek sighs like Stiles is the one being ridiculous here, then pushes up on one arm, moving back to make room. "Just come here."
It's not an order, not the way Derek normally gives them, but Stiles finds himself standing anyway, walking slowly towards Derek's bed. Is he going to do this? Is he actually going to do this, get into bed with Derek Hale? Stiles Stilinski, is this your life?
"Take off your jeans," Derek says, like that's such a casual fucking request."
Stiles (never) submits.
Derek and Stiles play hide and Seek, Derek always wins, but Stiles doesn’t really lose.
It's the anniversary of the Hale House fire and Derek tries to drown his sorrows. Derek ends up drunk dialing Stiles and 'fessing up to everything he'd never admit while sober, he has feelings for Stiles.
"My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?"
Stiles dad think Stile had a clandestin relationship with a nocturnal visitor. Just don't know who is him...
Stiles is acting like a bitch so Derek treats him like one.
"...and the more worked up he got, the more he couldn't stop picturing it, how unconvinced Stiles would look at first, how he might even laugh about it, fidgeting over Derek's knee, unconsciously egging him on. Just asking for it."
Not really slash but Scott and Jackson licks each other so it's good too.
"They're in the middle of a crowded party when Derek shoves him up against the wall."
"Stile spends a lot of time alone at home with his dad working late and being the Sheriff so having Derek come over becomes a routine. Until his dad comes home early and walks in on Derek and stiles having sex and he has to deal with the fact that not only is his son having sex but he’s also gay and sleeping with an accused murderer."
“Please, what does how I smell have anything to do with Derek?”
“Oh honey, you really have no idea, do you?” Erica sighed as she flounced into the seat ahead of Stiles, beside Isaac, and into the conversation. She gave a tiny sniff herself and shot Stiles a meaningful look. Whatever meaning she might have intended was lost on him however. “I suggest you take a nice long shower before you see him next, or he’ll be in an even worse mood than usual.”
"Stiles doesn’t wake up that morning thinking today I’m going to pretend to be a dog."
prompt: "Everyone is either a Dom or a Sub. Derek (a dom) makes a move on Stiles (a sub) but Stiles doesn't believe it is because Derek wants him and makes him work for it."
""Dude, that doesn't even... stop. Just. Stop. I didn't give you permission to put your stupid tongue all over me, which, wow. Yeah. I'm not even touching how wrong me having to say that is. And, dude, even if I had, you know, even the slightest interest in your tongue, which, by the way, I don't, I wouldn't want it all up on my freshly tattooed skin because hi there nasty ass infection just waiting to happen. Jesus, Derek, stop." "
"Four times Stiles wants Derek to knot him, and one time Derek does."
"when they finally reach their - ridiculously expensive - honeymoon suite that probably cost his dad a kidney (or at least whatever valuable stuff was in the evidence locker) he's gonna bite the bullet and let Derek tie them."
A first time knotting fic.