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This is so neat
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hale-of-stiles-heart answered:
Who doesn’t love bed sharing, am I right? I was originally going to write some makeup sex but I’ve been having trouble writing smut lately, so I skipped it. (also on ao3!)
“It’s only one night, we’ll share the bed.”
Stiles raised his head to pin Derek with a thoroughly skeptical look, cocking an incredulous brow at him from the other side of the mattress. He crossed his arms over his chest, blinking in shocked surprise at Derek’s infuriating nonchalant statement, barely believing his own ears.
He had heard some extremely ridiculous things throughout his nineteen years of life, from his days in high school where he spent time in testosterone-filled locker rooms to overhearing crazy stories from his dad about work. Not to mention all the insane stuff he had since he had stumbled into the shit show that was the world of the supernatural.
But what Derek had just said to him blew every other batshit crazy thing he had ever heard right out of the water. And he thought that nothing could ever top the time Peter told him that born werewolves had knots.
“Uh, yeah…” Stiles drawled, glancing back and forth between the bed and Derek, his eyes lingering on the soft looking pale blue comforter. Lifting his eyes from the bed, he turned back to Derek and firmly concluded, “No. I don’t think so.”
Derek blinked at him in blatant disbelief, completely taken aback by the fact that Stiles just shut him down. He tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy, as he furrowed his brows, his forehead wrinkling.
“But you,” Stiles began cheerily, pointing a finger at Derek’s chest with a forced, almost mocking smile, “can sleep on the floor.”
“Oh, c'mon, Stiles,” Derek sighed heavily, rolling his eyes theatrically as he slumped his shoulders. With another sigh, Derek looked over at Stiles, clearly unimpressed with his proposition. “Don’t be an asshole.”
Stiles scoffed. He blinked a few times at Derek, not bothering to dignify his statement with an immediate response.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, biting the inside of his cheek as he valiantly tried to refrain from outright snapping at Derek. Ultimately failing, he grit his teeth and announced, “You can either sleep on the floor or sleep in the car because the bed is mine and I’m not sharing it with you.”
Derek didn’t seem too amused by that. He curled his lip in a silent snarl, alpha instincts rising to the surface at the fact that he was being ordered around so casually.
He crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring Stiles’ position as they glared at each other over the bed, neither one of them willing to concede. It went against both of their natures to be the first one to bend in an argument.
Eventually, after several minutes of silent staring at one another, Derek leaned over to pick up his duffel bag from where he had set it on the floor. Stiles puffed out his chest in triumph, letting out a self-satisfied hmph as Derek scooped up his bag, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
His smirk vanished and his chest deflated when, rather than take his bag and leave the room to go sleep in the cramped backseat of the Camaro, Derek simply tossed his bag into the bed. Completely ignoring Stiles’ palpable outrage, Derek unzipped his bag and started rifling around inside, pulling out a change of clothes and a toothbrush.
He laid out a pair of pajama pants and some black boxer briefs, setting them on the foot of the bed. Placing his toothbrush and a travel size bottle of mouthwash on top of the pants, not looking up, he informed Stiles, “You can have the shower first. And be quick, it’d be nice if you saved me some hot water for once.”
Stiles gaped at Derek, furious beyond words. He dropped his arms to fist his hands at his sides, sure that he was about to have an aneurysm he was so angry.
Part of adulting is having your bed in the center of the wall instead of in the corner.
why… is this………….. true…………………
You can pry my Corner Bed out of my cold, dead hands.
Part of queer culture is having a corner bed
You realize you’ve misheard your daughter. There’s actually a mobster under her bed.
BADA BING BADA BOOM
I’M SLEEPIN HERE
(Turns on nightlight)
Voice from Under Bed: Eeeyyyyyyy pally what’s da big idea
(Parent looking around room) Voice from under bed: “Fuggedabout it”
“You didn’t see nothin’“
>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i love sandwiches
>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i cant stand dubbed anime
>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i hope my real teacher never comes back
>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>i’m 20,000 leagues under the fucking sea
(wakes up at reasonable hour) (stays in bed for two more hours)
(goes to bed at a reasonable hour) (stays awake for two more hours)
Levi laying back only almost-awake on the bed, his flushed and half hard cock nestled in a dark bed of well-trimmed pubic hair contrasting starkly against his own pale skin.
Eren straddles his hips, his own tanned skin forming a clear line where one body ends and another begins. He leans forward to push Levi’s arms up over his head, pinning him in place while he dips his body down to kiss him. Slowly, hands begin to wander as Eren removes his grip on Levi’s wrists and they end up in a relaxed and sensual tussle; an intimate and slow ballet of touches and tastes, all soft looks and passionate kisses.
They end up in reverse; Eren laying back and Levi on all fours over him, dipping down to kiss him. Eren running his hands up Levi’s thighs and feeling the soft hairs covering his legs. Keeps moving upwards until his hands are cupping the soft swell of his ass, digging his fingers into the hard-yet-supple flesh as Levi kisses at his throat, morning stubble rough against the delicate flesh of his neck. The feeling of coarse hair on soft skin soothes him just as it sets him on fire and they stay like that; touching and feeling and mapping one another’s bodies.
There’s no rush now.
They can explore all they want.
Person B rolling over in bed to hug Person A, but accidentally pushes them, knocking them off the bed with a loud thud.
Eren woke an empty bed and the sound of crunching.
“…Levi?”
Silence.
Groggy and confused, Eren flipped back the covers and slid quietly out of bed, curious as to what the sound could be. Levi would’ve been up at this hour - he always was. Had he gone to investigate?
Had something happened?
“Levi!” Eren hissed.
No response.
Eren’s fingers wrapped around the handle of the baseball bat Levi kept under the bed, just in case.
When Eren saw the kitchen light was on, something quivered uneasily in the back of his mind. Levi hated the kitchen, hated it - couldn’t cook to save his life, couldn’t stand the mess. If Levi was up at the hour, Eren always found him in their study, curled up with a book and a cup of tea - microwaved of course. There was only one possible conclusion to be made then…
That wasn’t Levi.
“…crunch-crunch-crunch-ch-ch…”
Eren’s knuckles were white around the bat’s aluminum handle. The sound grew louder as Eren crept past the island, carefully navigating the creaky-hardwood floor as he warily eyed the open pantry door. What if it’s some sort of animal? What then? It was far too early to chase raccoons around the house.
Closer… closer… Eren could hear the creature clearly now, rifling furiously through plastic packaging of whatever it decided to prey upon. Levi would be pissed - he may hate the kitchen, but the pantry was his pride and joy. It’s where he kept his tea. The very thought made Eren blanch.
“Now you’ve done it,” Eren breathed, steeling himself…
“RAARGH!” Eren roared, barreling through the pantry’s open door.
“GAAH!” Levi yelped, scrabbling across his nest of empty packaging. Cookies went flying through the air as Levi looked up at Eren with a look of pure terror.
“It’s not what you think,” Levi mumbled, flushing scarlet as damning evidence skittered off his cheeks.
“Of course it isn’t,” Eren chuckled, plucking a cookie for himself.
Eren wondered what a kiss would taste like with Levi’s lips sprinkled with cookie crumbs.
…inspired by cinnamonskull‘s sweet new au…
what happens to nitrogen when the sun rises
it becomes daytrogen
I’m going to bed.
good nitrogen
sleep tightrogen
don’t let the bed bugs bitrogen
jesus christrogen
sourwolfstories
Five Times Detective Stilinski and Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep
“Did you say–” Stiles starts.
“What?” Derek growls.
“We’re not a couple!” they both retort in unison.
“We’re not together,” Stiles insists.
Lydia coughs pointedly. “An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell.”
There Must Be Better Ways by skoosiepants
This is totally unfair. This crush has been terrible but manageable; he hardly ever saw Derek outside of the occasional diner run-in and all the summer BBQs, and Derek always looks like being in any public setting is excruciating—his broody scowls are devastating enough, now he gets to imagine him happy.
Is it possible to die from unrequited love and pining?
Or-
Derek the fireman keeps saving Stiles from himself.
Constantly on the Cusp by alisvolatpropiis
Stiles is gay, out and proud, and a Beacon Hills deputy. Derek is a firefighter and war veteran who thinks he’s straight; or, Derek and Stiles have lots of semi-public hatesex on the road to Love.
Like a Fire in your Heart by LacrimaDraconis
It was one of the slow night shifts, that Stiles got assigned one Derek Hale, captain of the local fire department, as a patient.
Four Times Derek Saved Stiles From A Spider by ShadowPatronus
Stiles has arachnophobia and Derek is always there to rescue him.
Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
stop, drop, and roll by thepsychicclam
Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
Love of the fourth floor by IdontlikeIobsess
It’s not really Stiles’ fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.
Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain
“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”
“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”
The Darkness Fades Away by heartsdesire456
After Derek is the one who saves Stiles from a terrible night gone wrong, they aren’t the only ones forced to overcome barriers, break down walls, and try to rebuild their lives one step at a time.
Though, they are are the only ones doing it together.
everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles
What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing? c:
- ANONYMOUS
Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Chocolate and Erotica by knaval
Alternative title: The Pen Is
AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.
It’s different, okay? by peachpetrichor
Stiles asks a question online, and Derek answers (with the wrong answer), and they both proceed to be huge dicks.
stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.
Just when you think you’re in control by trilliastra
While Josh rushes to grab his things and Stiles tries to clean some of the mess on Josh’s table, the door opens with a bang and suddenly Derek Hale is running inside, disheveled and clearly upset.
Stiles would feel sorry for him – and in another situation, he would even stop to admire Derek’s perfect body and face – but he crushed a little boy’s heart and that’s unforgivable.
He stops in front of Stiles. “Is it over?”
“Clearly.”
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In which Stiles thinks Derek is the worst uncle when he’s, actually, the best.
