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@s-is-for-stiles
commission for @evanesdust the promise of…
Summary: Stiles is fuming. Furious! Pacing in front of his bed as he recalls the nights events. Another fight with another big bad, and Derek just throwing himself into danger…AGAIN! His window opens and he watches Derek climb through, shirt still torn and bloody from the fight. The sight makes his blood boil.
Well, the FBI training is paying off !
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American Assassin renewed my love for bamf!emissary!stiles
28 novembre 2020
Kofi | RedBubble | Art blog
Still trying to get used to csp, but here’s some sterek in couple sweaters!! Happy holidays!
Con tables are expensive sometimes. So stiles decides to share a table and it’s cost with his long time internet friend Alpha!D. He has no idea how the guy looks like and hopes he doesn’t smell. Stiles gets there early on the first day. He’s in the middle of preparing the table when the hottest cosplayer he’s ever seen stops in front of him with what looks like luggage. “Are you Stilartski?”
Oh my gosh, comic artists Stiles and Derek meeting at a convention? SIGN ME UP!
(I was thinking of all the possible cosplays but I could only find gifs of Tyler as Superman)
I was thinking gladiolus… ;)
Derek is a new deputy and he’s sent to the Sheriff’s house to pick up some files that he had left at home. When he gets there, he finds a man inside the house. He pins him against the door, holding his body against stranger’s to keep him still.
He calls for help and Parrish arrives and starts laughing at the sight of Stiles handcuffed and sitting on the couch with a small smile and a look on his face that says ‘this has happened before’.
Parrish introduces Stiles–the Sheriff’s son who’s visiting for a few weeks.
Derek’s face turns bright red. He apologises as he uncuffs Stiles.
Stiles brushing it off and teasingly says, “The next time you pin me against a wall, you’d better be ready to do something more.”
Derek looks him up and down before meeting his gaze with a small smirk and asking, “Is that an invitation?”
@imagine-sterek 12 Days of Kink-mas
Listening Through the Walls
The pack heard a lot of noise coming from Derek’s bedroom last night, now they want answers.
For @imagine-sterek 12 Days of Kink-mas – Day 1 (December 12th): Dom/Sub
“Hey, Derek?”
Derek looked up from his book, lounging across the armchair with his legs hanging over one side and his head resting against the other. He met the young man’s gaze, lifting his brow as if to ask him what he wanted.
“Who were you with last night?” Isaac asked.
“Why do you want to know?” Derek replied.
“Because whoever it was they were making a lot of noise,” Erica said, walking into the lounge room with a cup of coffee in her hand. She climbed over the back of the sofa and sat down on the cushion with her legs tucked under herself.
“The walls are thin,” Boyd added as he made his way over to Erica’s side, sitting down on the couch and laying his arm around her shoulder.
“So, who’s your pillow princess?” Erica asked.
Derek ignored them, letting out a sigh as he returned his attention to his book.
Stiles made his way into the room, sipping at a cup of coffee. He sat down on the other armchair.
“Come on, Derek,” Isaac pushed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed; judging by the amount of noise they were making, you’re good.”
Derek let out a tense sigh.
“More, more, more~” Stiles mimicked, moaning with ecstasy.
The pack burst into laughter.
Derek’s cheeks were coloured by a soft rosy pink blush.
“That’s close, but not quite it,” Erica said.
“Oh, no. That was exactly it,” Stiles replied, levelling his gaze on Derek. A mischievous smirk turned up the corner of his lips. “But I wasn’t the one begging.”
The pack fell silent, their eyes widening with shock as they glanced between Stiles and their alpha.
Derek’s blush darkened to a deep red.
Stiles’ smirk grew as he winked at Derek.
derek shh derek it’s okay
(by Rubén A. Montecino)
Derek Hale Visits Stiles’ First Apartment and Doesn’t Leave
When he gets back he’s surprised to find Derek still there. Not a bad surprised, but not exactly a good one either. Because they had sex last night — and wow, there’s definitely a difference between knowing you had sex with the super hot guy you’ve had a hate-crush on since you were sixteen and acknowledging that you had sex with the super hot guy you’ve had a hate-crush on since you were sixteen — and it was good sex too. The kind of sex he associates with sore muscles and a pleasant ache in his lower back, when the slight limp is worth waking up alone in a bed smelling faintly of a cologne and not so faintly of semen.
Cause the thing is, Stiles had expected Derek to leave. Not that he wanted him to leave, of course. It was just one of those ‘seems too good to be true’ moments that in his experience, usually were too good to be true.
So sure it was nice to wake up to a warm weight pressed flush against his back, and an arm draped loosely across his waist. But he had had no delusions, it was still dark, and there was still enough time for his bed fellow to sneak out. He was honestly okay with that, he was prepared for it, he’s 100% emotionally capable of handling that quiet rejection that comes with the morning after good sex (and nothing else). He would just. He would pretend to be asleep, to spare both of them the awkward conversation that would surely occur if he didn’t. Derek could get on with his life, and Stiles could go on with his. That had been the idea, at least.
But as pre-dawn turned to dawn Derek slept on, obvilious to the way he was mangling whatever plans Stiles had come up with to salvage the precarious friendship that had formed between them over the years. The guy didn’t even stir when he got out of bed; only scrunched his face in a way that Stiles would forever deny thinking of as adorable, and shifted onto his front to the warm spot Stiles had just vacated. Wasn’t Derek suppose to be ever vigilant? Big bad alpha, mister I-can’t-trust-anyone, always on the lookout for threats?
(and Stiles, he can’t think about what that means, about the possibility of trust implied there, because he’ll freak out and ruin it. Whatever it is, he has no fucking clue.)
Stiles then went to the 24/7 convenience store down the block, because he didn’t have any milk, because if Derek stayed the night. There’s a protocol for that, right? If they don’t sneak off at 3am with your wallet?
Right, so he gets milk for coffee. Though he doesn’t know how Derek likes his coffee. Does he drink it black? He deffinately has the aspects of a black coffee drinker, with the stubble and all. But you’d think his dad would drink his coffee black too, but he likes that French vanilla stuff that costs six dollars a bottle and however many spoons of Splenda he can get away with that morning.
In the end he gets four different percentages of milk, not counting the carton of cream and the one of half-and-half. He also got a little bottle of French vanilla because Derek doesn’t seem like the type of guy who likes fancy coffee, but he also doesn’t seem like the type of guy to stay the night and look so comfortable between the sheets in the morning light.
And the more he lets his mind cogitate the more he realizes it’s horrible, because he feels like he’s preparing himself for the worse. Because he’s hoping that Derek left and that they don’t have to have the conversation (that ugly what are we now, that fucking let’s pretend it never happened). He was hoping that Derek-freaking-Hale would decide to be a sensible adult for once and take the little window of opportunity Stiles gave him to leave by the actual window.
(like he’s in high school again and Derek’s staring at his lips and his dad is just downstairs and everything is a unsettling mix of emotion and ammunition.)
He’s still there.
Stiles hasn’t gotten around to unpacking all the boxes so instead of blinds there’s a sheet tacked over the window; the sun shines through it and onto Derek, and he has his head half buried in Stiles’ pillow like the light can’t exist if he can’t see it. The contrast between the werewolf and his mustard colored bedding is insane. He shouldn’t look so natural lying there, but in a weird sort of way, he does.
(He looks like he belongs.)
Before he knows it he’s across the room, shoes still on and caked in dried mud from last weeks rain storm, and he’s dropped the bag full of thirty dollars worth of milk at his feet. Derek’s eyes are opening and he’s taking in Stiles with his usual faux annoyed look.
“Hey,” he says and lips lift into this small half-smirk, because Dereks face is still pressed into the pillow and it makes his gut flutter. “Where’d y’go?”
The way his voice is craggy with sleep, and his smirk. (His smile.) It isn’t fair. Stiles wants to kiss it off his lips, he wants to push him until Derek has no choice but to push back. He doesn’t want his fingertips to brush the mattress by Dereks arm, and his face to go butter-soft as he replies, “Doesn’t matter.”
“Hmm…” He doesn’t have to say come back to bed because it’s obvious in the way he reaches out an arm and brushes against Stiles’ hand for second before catching onto his jacket sleeve, giving it a slight tug.
Stiles really could have saved himself a lot of trouble by cutting off that arm when he had the chance. He would have never had to deal with that rough-soft palm smoothing down his side, or the thumb that seems to absentmindedly stroke his cheek, or those fucking fingers with their slack grip on his rib cage. He could pry them off if he wanted, tell Derek to take his underwear and his bed rumbled hair and leave; he could get away, before Derek has a chance to pull him apart at the seams, but.
(why would he want to?)
So he slips off his jeans and the dirty sneakers with them. He lets his jacket fall away and he loses track of his shirt, and the breaths he had been counting. Because Derek is still here and as he shifts to let him in under the covers the sun catches his eyes right then, illuminating the pale hazel in a way that lets Stiles know that he’s not leaving anytime soon.
(And in an hour Derek will get up, but it’s make them both coffee. He’ll bring the mugs into the bedroom where Stiles is half dozing with the comforter shucked off and sleepy smile on his face. The milk will be warm by that point, but that’s honestly okay, because one of the cups is drunken black and the other is set on a cardboard box in favour of coffee flavored kisses.)
THIS IS PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, ARE YOU SUBMITTING THIS GODDAMN YOU
12 Days of Kink-mas
@imagine-sterek 2020 Christmas event - you can blame @loveyprophet for this one.
Sorry for the late notice on this one, I was going to skip the Christmas/New Year’s event this year, until LP came up with this idea and roped me into it…
This is an open event—anyone can join in; you can write fanfiction, draw fanart, make edits, or whatever you like about whatever you like; it does not have to be based on the prompts below. These prompts are only here if you need a little inspiration or some ideas to get you started. If you don’t like any of the prompts, you can do whatever you feel like doing.
it does not have to be NSFW or smut. It doesn’t have to be Christmas themed or anything like that–we’ll be wrapping this event up on Christmas Eve and then will post a whole lot of Christmas stuff on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
You can use multiple prompts and submit multiple fanfics, fanart, edits, etc.
Submissions on Tumblr and AO3 will be open December 12th 2020 – December 24th 2020, and left open for everyone to read and for anyone to submit at any time. There will be an AO3 Collection set up and I will post the link closer to the date.
You can post on other sites, but please send me links when submissions open so that I can share them as part of the event.
If you submit on Tumblr, please tag @imagine-sterek and/or message me with a link so that I can find your fantastic works and share them.
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12th December - Dom/Sub
13th December - Bondage
Ropes, chains, whips, gags, handcuffs and all the good stuff.
14th December - Clothes
Crossdressing, androgyny, boys in skirts and dresses, clothed sex, stockings and knee-high socks, lacy underwear, etc.
15th December - Spectrophilia
Spectrophilia (noun) is sexual attraction to ghosts or sexual arousal from images in mirrors, as well as the alleged phenomenon of sexual encounters between ghosts and humans.
16th December - Voyerism/Public Sex
17th December - Sensory Play
Blindfolds, wax play, scratching, biting, etc. Toying with taste, touch, sight, sound and smell.
(If you’re going to do scenting, please avoid urine as a means of such)
18th December - Roleplay or Cosplay
19th December - Lithophilia
Lithophilia (noun) the love of rocks
20th December - Praise Kink
21st December - Pet Play and Collars
22nd December - Toys
23rd December - Free For All
Open prompt for you to do whatever you like.
On the 24th, I’ll be wrapping up all the events so that we can post a whole bunch of Christmas stuff on Christmas eve and Christmas day.
Please note that you can do whatever you will like for the event, but I will not be reblogging things that make me uncomfortable or which are inappropriate (i.e. non-consensual, abuse, piss play/urine play)
I saw this post on my dash yesterday about a girl discovering she has a praise kink when a hot female tattoo artist called her a ‘good girl’ while getting her tattoo and now all I can imagine is Stiles getting a tattoo on his ribs. He’s super nervous about it and it doesn’t help that his tattoo artist is an incredibly gorgeous man called Derek. At one point, as Derek’s tattooing, he hits a painful spot and Stiles calms himself and breathes through it and Derek responds by saying, “Good boy.” And just like that Stiles discovers he has a praise kink and cannot get the thought of hearing Derek say that while they’re in bed together out of his head.
OMG this one: “Okay wait. Can we stop joking around like we’d ever actually date? It’s really starting to hurt…” hurts so me so much because at first I thought it was Stiles saying it but no it's totally Derek because stiles is constantly joking because he thinks there is no way Derek would take it seriously. Only Derek has been in love with stiles forever and stiles joking about it just makes it more clear how completely uninterested he is and how little a chance Derek thinks he has.
“That’s as unlikely as cows flying, Scott,” Stiles says with an eyeroll. “As unlikely a bisexual character saying the word bisexual, as unlikely as the republican party passing a motion for gun control, as unlikely as me and Derek going on a date,” he continues, trying to keep the bitterness off his voice at the last one.
The room is silence for a moment and Stiles looks up from his phone to see everyone glaring at him.
“What?”
“Excuse me,” Derek mutters and pushes off his chair, slamming the back door on his way out.
“Dude,” Scott says, giving him miserable puppy eyes. “That was mean.”
“What,” he says, again frowning at them.
Erica slams a pillow on his face. Hard.
“Ow, what the fuck.”
“You’re a shithead, Stilinski. Fine, we get it, you don’t want to date Derek, you’re saving yourself or whatever the fuck, but stop throwing it in his face.”
“Throwing what in his face? And what do you mean I don’t want to date Derek. Derek doesn’t want to date me and that’s fine, whatever, I get it, okay. I’m dealing and trying not to make it weird.”
“You’re literally the stupidest person I’ve met in my entire life,” Isaac tells him.
“What the-”
“Derek likes you,” Lydia says, looking at him patronizingly. “And you keep making jokes about how you two could never be together.”
“I- what.”
Shit. Shit.
“There it is,” Isaac says with an eyeroll.
“I’m an asshole,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face.
The choruse of yes that meets that sentence really isn’t warranted.
Stiles winces. “I should go talk to him.”
He gets up from his seat and follows Derek out, feeling like he oughta punch himself in the face when he catches sight of him sitting on the porch steps, shoulders hunched like he’s gearing up for the next blow.
Stiles sits down next to him.
“So I’m an asshole,” he starts.
“It’s fine,” Derek says, looking down at his shoes.
“It’s not though, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just- I was trying to deal with the fact that you’d never in a million years want to date me, and my way with dealing is making a joke out of it, I guess.”
Derek looks over at him, brows furrowed.
“I’m sorry, I just- assumed, I guess. You’re you and I’m just kinda-”
“Amazing,” Derek says and then blushes, looks back down at his shoes.
Stiles rubs the back of his neck and pretends his cheeks don’t feel a lot warmer than they did just two seconds ago.
“You’re pretty amazing too,” he says, awkwardly. “Extraordinary, even.”
Derek sneaks a peek at him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says and has to swallow around the lump in his throat before he says, “and if you- maybe wanted to go, like, on a date, or something- I- I would really like that.”
Derek turns totally towards him and the way his expression softens and he smiles with his eyes at Stiles makes Stiles want to do something stupid, like go steal Derek’s favorite painting or writing his name on every building in Beacon Hills or kissing him stupid.
“I’d like that,” Derek says quietly.
Stiles can’t really stop the beam that breaks on his face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Derek breathes out and then leans forward so carefully, something in Stiles aches for him, makes him rush forward to kiss him, slow and sweet and chaste and everything Derek deserves.
We’re twins, you absolute twerp.
StilinskiTwins!Teen Wolf/Sterek AU
↳ Stiles being incredibly jealous of everyone who even dares to look at Derek - his twin Stuart included.
Propelling Forward (Rating: T & Up)
“Stiles finds love in a clear closet under a lake.Too bad he’s supposed to hate the guy.“ Entry to the Sterek Reverse Quickie 2020! The prompt was “(Enemies to Lovers) Derek and Stiles are known to be bitter rivals but one day they realized they liked each other and now whenever they try to be civil/friendly in public, their respective circles assume the opposite and try to separate them from each other.“ I was partnered to Ricresin for this event and super grateful for making this prompt a reality haha <3 Please give him so love by reading the fic linked above :D
@s-is-for-stiles
short hair , don’t care !
I would kind of like a story where pre-fire Derek Hale was known by almost everyone in town as a really nice boy, straight A student, a good kid. Everyone loved Derek, who used to clean gutters and mow lawns for harried single moms and rickety old people, who once saved a dog from drowning—it was even in the little community paper, the one that’s like 75% ads for local businesses and 25% stiltedly-written human interest stories—and played the baby Jesus in the live-action nativity one year, and smiled the whole time. (At one year old he was a little big for the role, but he was so sweet and happy no one cared, and it was meant to be, since Derek’s a Christmas baby himself.) Derek Hale: the darling of Beacon Hills.
And since most of Beacon Hills doesn’t know all the shit that went down right before he left or since he came back, they just remember Derek Hale as the poor kid who was orphaned and then moved away and then came back when his sister was brutally killed. So there is general outrage when it’s learned that he’s been arrested for his sister’s murder based on the word of the sheriff’s son, who is well known to be a troublemaker and a smartypants. The poor sheriff, so much on his shoulders, he does his best, but the boy does run wild, and he’s gotten away with it for so long—there’s only so much a mother’s death can excuse, God rest her soul.
So then, instead of the usual problem we see where Stiles and Derek start hanging out and they have to worry about Sheriff finding out because of Derek disapproval reasons, in this situation the problem is Stiles. What follows is a lot of frowning and tut-tutting over Talia Hale’s boy falling into the clutches of that bad influence Stiles Stilinski, who even got him arrested one time. That Stiles sure has some nerve, being friends with Derek, after what he did to him. And Derek, well, he’s obviously got the heart of a saint, to forgive him like that. But it’s worrisome, it really is, because Derek might have a few years on Stiles, but it’s common knowledge that Stiles has led the McCall boy astray more than once (the son of an FBI agent, even!), so who knows what he can talk poor, vulnerable Derek into doing.
It’s a scandal.
Oh you KNOW I’m all about this.
#old people pulling derek aside and asking him if it’s really so wise to be hanging around with stiles #and it’s so good of you to take the time to be with him but is it really worth it #maybe you’ll straighten him out derek #he really needs a better influence in his life #a heavier hand tbh - his father is far too lenient on him for a sheriff and always has been since the boy’s mother died #plus all those months when john was living in the bottle #such a sad affair but what can you do! (rrrowr)
Happy Halloween, everybody~!
I’ve finished my personal challenge to do a drawing a day for a month! Thank you all for putting up with my doodles this month<3
