OH JEEZ I missed out on Hoechlin shaking his ass because I was in Toronto with my sister. But…
"Oh yes," Scott says with a grin. "Yes, Stiles."
"This is impossible."
Isaac leans back from Scott’s laptop with a look of admiration. “You’ve gotta admit, he’s pretty good.”
Pretty good?! Derek is more than ‘pretty good’. He’s fantastic. Not that Stiles knows all that much about cheerleading, outside of Bring It On and its sequels. Derek doesn’t seem to know much about it either, if the video is anything to go by. He’s younger, thinner, and has a lot less beard, but that is definitely their iron-fisted store manager shaking his ass along with a group of cheerleaders.
"2006 was a good year," Scott says.
"I’d say it’s more of a booty-quake," Isaac says. "This is a revelation and a half."
Thanks to Carrie’s tweet, I give you :
Daddy Wolf Derek, meets the flower beard series (◠‿◠✿)
( Part 1 )
Stiles and Derek investigate their latest supernatural problem at the school together.
"It’s not working!"
"Your first mistake was relying on that piece of junk. Think of something happy or focus on a familiar enough scent that keeps you calm."
Sterek AU; The Pack never figured out how to get Derek back to his rightful age, so the now-teenager had to work on his control again and the one person he thought would never help ends up doing just that; helping him while everyone else is off doing their own thing on the night of the full moon.
"What are you looking at?" Stiles scoffs, feeling himself blush under the werewolf’s intense stare. He knows he can’t hide the way it makes his heart skip a beat.
Derek only tilts his head to the side, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Babysitter Derek and Hot Single Dad Stiles Stilinski by Niamh
So of course Derek says he can’t watch CJ this Saturday because it’s his birthday, and it he says it like it means something and keeps bringing it up and Stiles isn’t sure what to do with his mouth when the guy is around but he’s pretty sure the fact that the next time he’s in Stiles’ living room, splayed over the couch and smirking because there’s a card that says HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY strategically placed on the coffee table where Stiles will see it, means something, and he should get some kind of medal of honor for lasting an entire 45 minutes before cancelling his plans for the night and pressing Derek into the couch cushions and following the line of that happy trail the guy’s always flashing—
(613): His whole street is under construction. Third walk of shame this week & I’m getting a lot of sympathetic nods from the workers.
(540): he said I was the best sex he’s ever had, handed me a burger king crown and told me to take my walk of shame with pride
Derek dabs at the enormous hickey at the hollow of his throat, gets a sick sort of thrill from the dull ache, and realizes, just in that moment, that he’s completely and utterly gone on Stiles. -When they first started fucking, they agreed on certain things, one of them being to leave no marks, and now here he is, staring at the monstrosity on his neck, feeling some sort of accomplished.
Stiles stumbles in, dressed in a pair of boxers only, hair mussed and sticking out in every direction. He’s a little bleary-eyed, pillow creases imprinted on his left cheek, looking soft and pliant, and all Derek wants to do is take him back to bed and spoon the shit out of him.
He’s so lost.
“Oh my god,” Stiles sways over to him, staring intently at the huge thing on Derek’s neck, pokes it at gently. “Is that a—is that a hickey?”
“No, I think it’s a hatebite,” Derek says, looking back at Stiles through the mirror, swatting Stiles’ probing fingers away.
“Oh, dude.” Stiles’ eyes go wide, he looks utterly mortified. “I’m so sorry, I know we agreed on—I’m—”
“It’s okay,” Derek cuts in gently, unable to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, a love-struck idiot. “I don’t mind.”
Stiles stares at him, mouth open. Derek wants to bite his lip. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Derek rolls his eyes. “I mean people will probably think I had some wild animal sucking on me.”
Stiles smirks shiteatingly, waggles his eyebrows in a way that drives Derek crazy. “Wild animal, huh?”
Derek covers his face with a hand and sighs. “I didn’t realize you were such a giant sucker.”