Always Bottom Stiles

deputyeyebrows:

I know everybody is all aboard the Cocky College Student!Stiles train, but can we talk about Cocky College Student!Derek for a second here?? Where are the fics where Derek is the older guy that sweeps back into town and corrupts nubile Stiles?? Where are the fics where Derek guards his sweet, tender heart with a heavy coating of bad boy?? Where are the fics where Stiles is intrigued by Derek’s gruff but cool exterior??

(And Stiles doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anyone look quite that gorgeous while sucking down a toke, but then again he’s never seen a person take a toke in real life especially not while Stiles was straddling their waist and looking down on them with barely restrained awe. And Derek just sort of smirks at Stiles’ gaping mouth and does a little jerk with his chin that would mean “come here” if he was dealing with anyone that had even a modicum of experience. But he’s not. He’s with Stiles who just cocks his head to the side like the lost little puppy he is. And it makes Derek grin. A wolfish, half terrifying grin. The other half is like a silver lure in murky water. He sits up—which would probably have sent Stiles flying backward if it weren’t for the solid hand just above his belt—joint forgotten somewhere on the bedside table, brings them chest to chest. 

And suddenly Derek’s mouth is ghosting over Stiles’ pulse point, light stubble just grazing there. Stiles is so so quiet, so still. He doesn’t quite know why. They’re skirting a line here, a line he’s never even touched before, a line he desperately wants to cross. It’s like if he moves he’ll break this. Doesn’t even know what ‘this’ is.  And Derek’s mouth…it hesitates for just a second before opening slightly, just enough for Stiles to feel the slick warmth of his tongue press against skin and set his nerves alight. The sensation skitters down his body, pools just in his lower abdomen. His hips rock forward and a little gasp of breath fills the delicate silence. Derek grins against his neck, and Stiles knows that whatever he had been trying not to break, whatever fragile thing he’d been protecting just shattered across the taupe carpet of Derek’s room. He can’t even find it in him to regret it.)

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haletostilinski:

heathyr:

Dylan arriving at the M&G *

okay i’m gonna need president’s son flanked by the secret service fic stat

and the main secret service guy is Derek

And Stiles keeps flirting with Derek, teasing him, trying to provoke him, making Derek’s job about a million times more difficult, because damn, he just wants to give in. He wants all those things Stiles is trying to lure out of him, and it’s so hard to say no, but he has to. This is his job, and it’s important. He has to stay focused. He has to… But Stiles is no fool, and obviously he notices how Derek looks at him, the things Derek does for him, the way Derek’s pupils dilate when Stiles comes just a tad too closely. And Stiles is a bit reckless and young, and he’s used to taking what he wants, so he doesn’t understand Derek’s resistance, per se. He doesn’t understand Derek’s reluctance to give into his feelings, his urges.

Until Stiles calls Derek one night, from his bedroom where he’s supposed to be safe, and tells Derek in a panicked voice that he thinks someone’s in there with him, and can Derek please come over because he doesn’t feel safe? And Derek’s never ran this hard in his entire life, all the way across the White House, barging into Stiles’ room with his gun drawn, ready to kill the first person to hurt Stiles. Only Derek nearly drops his gun because there is no intruder, there is no danger. There’s only Stiles, sitting on the side of his bed, naked, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth while he looks seductively at Derek. 

And Derek just snaps, but not in the way Stiles wanted him to (by falling into bed with him). No, Derek snaps by yelling at Stiles, by cursing at him for making his life oh so damn difficult, for making his job almost impossible, for exploiting his fucking feelings for Stiles, because yes, Derek wants him, and yes, Derek loves him, and he would give everything to have Stiles but he can’t. He would get fired, he would compromise Stiles’ safety (and that’s just something that he would never be able to justify) so. he. can’t. 

And Stiles just… he tugs the sheet over his lap, ducks his head in shame, because he gets it now. That this isn’t a game to Derek. And he mumbles an apology as he rushes into his bathroom, dragging the sheet along with him. And when he comes back out, Derek is gone. 

They avoid each other for a few days, which is harder than it seems when Derek still has to make sure Stiles is safe at all times. But he’s assigned his best men to Stiles’ security detail, and he’s keeping tabs on them all. But Stiles doesn’t know all that, and just… he misses Derek. Not the teasing or the game Stiles turned everything into. He misses the moments he talked with Derek. The moments where Derek was always by his side. The moments where he’s never felt safer. He misses Derek for who he is, not the hot Secret Service guy he could maybe try and lure into bed. And he realizes what an ass he’s been, what a complete and utter idiot, and how he ruined everything. 

So he goes and finds Derek, but Derek doesn’t want to talk to him and brushes him off. Stiles starts his apology, but Derek says it’s his night off, and he doesn’t have to deal with Stiles in his free time and it hurts to even say the words, but he can’t handle dealing with Stiles right now. But Stiles wouldn’t be Stiles if he didn’t sneak off when Derek left the White House, following him all by himself, without any security around. And before he can catch up with Derek in the streets, he’s recognized, and people start surrounding him, taking pictures, wanting to talk to him. And they’re a bit pushy, but Stiles can handle it, until it gets a bit too much, and people get too close, too pushy, touching him, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention, and Stiles suddenly realizes that he’s all alone, all by himself, no one around to protect him and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he’s close to getting a panic attack and why won’t these people just go away? 

And then there’s another hand on his shoulder, but it’s a familiar one. It’s Derek, who’s pushing aside the crowd, curling his arm around Stiles protectively as he guides him away, into a restaurant where he knows the owner and they get to sneak into the back, near the private entrance. 

"Are you completely out of your mind?" Derek yells at him, and Stiles is close to tears, as Derek continues, "What are you even doing here? Do you realize what could have happened?" 

"I just… I needed to…" Stiles says, his breathing heavy, as Derek’s hands clutch at Stiles’ upper arms, "I needed to talk to you." 

"You… what?" Derek asks, trying to wrap his mind around things. 

"Derek, I’m so sorry," Stiles rushes out, "I’ve been such an idiot, and I’ve ruined everything. You… you probably hate me for what I did, but I swear I… I just didn’t think. I was so blinded by how much I wanted you that I just… I never even considered things from your side." He ducks his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I’m so sorry." 

There’s a silence for a second, before Derek whispers, “I could never hate you. That’s the problem. I could never…” 

"Tell me how to make this right, Derek, please?" Stiles pleads, "I’ll do anything. Please, I just need you back in my life, please, I can’t - " 

And then his words are cut off by Derek’s lips, pressed against his, Derek’s hands still gripping his arms as Stiles grips his fists into Derek’s shirt, almost desperately. His cheeks are wet, but Stiles can’t bring himself to care as he falls into the kiss, and he’s never felt so scared in Derek’s presence before, but he’s never felt more alive. 

Posted on Jul 28, 2014 with 15 notesVIAShare

slash-fanfic-recs:

Title: Lap Magnet

Author: Prairie_Grass (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~30.8k

Warnings: dub-con elements (both parties are unaware of their actions in the beginning), self-lubrication, bonding, knotting, bottom!stiles

Summary: Wherein an ill-advised…

Posted on Jul 28, 2014 with 10 notesVIAShare
Stiles/Derek - Things Stiles Needs

slash-fanfic-recs:

TitleThings Stiles Needs

Author: BroodingSoul (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: PWP, bottom!stiles

SummaryStiles has had a rough day and just wants to let go in a non-Stiles way, which is how he ends up on the dance floor of a bar with Derek Hale’s hands on his hips.

Posted on Jul 28, 2014 with 21 notesVIAShare
Stiles/Derek - The Well of Living Waters

slash-fanfic-recs:

TitleThe Well of Living Waters

Author: kalpurna (AO3)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: ~30.3k

Warnings: fantasy AU, arranged marriage, mpreg, bottom!stiles

SummaryKing Derek takes a consort.

Comments: I really love historical-ish fantasy royalty AUs and this one is great!  Lots of plot (huge Hale/Argent feud going on), intrigue and beautiful relationship development.

teenwolfgossip:

For the fans who’s time, effort, and passion for the show was ridiculed by Jeff Davis and the cast by reading their fanfics, mocking their hard work and love for the characters they portray, it’s time we say enough.

For the fan who asked the cast the innocent question…

niablackcat:

And then there is a day when Derek wraps his fingers around Stiles’ neck and squeezes. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, happy and eager, thumping along with the waves of warmth radiating from Derek’s fingertips and seeping under Stiles’ skin.
"Will you keep me?" Trembling, wild sounds in sharp contrast with the fact that Derek is the one holding Stiles in place, making the boy’s spine arch just so as Derek presses his naked body flush against Stiles’.
It’s a feeling that, sometimes, still makes Stiles’ cheek turn a warm shade of red, makes his head spin when Derek pushes him against the bed and covers Stiles’ body with his. “You must be crazy.” He laughs. Trembles and laughs and swallows back tears, air burning in his lungs when Derek’s thumb travels up to his pulse, possessively pressing against it.
Maybe them both are, crazy and reckless and absolutely lost, living on borrowed time, watching the sun rise and set countless times, too many to keep count and yet- “Will you?” It’s almost a growl now, a harsh sound that claws its way out of Derek’s throat. “Stiles.”
When Derek’s teeth close around the tender spot at the base of his throat Stiles does nothing to stop him, melts instead under the slightly painful pressure as if that’s where he belongs. Pale and fragile and caged by Derek’s never ending power. "Yes," he breathes out, heart beating steadily. "Yes.”
He jumps, and knows that Derek will catch him as he falls.

niablackcat:

And then there is a day when Derek wraps his fingers around Stiles’ neck and squeezes. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, happy and eager, thumping along with the waves of warmth radiating from Derek’s fingertips and seeping under Stiles’ skin.

"Will you keep me?" Trembling, wild sounds in sharp contrast with the fact that Derek is the one holding Stiles in place, making the boy’s spine arch just so as Derek presses his naked body flush against Stiles’.

It’s a feeling that, sometimes, still makes Stiles’ cheek turn a warm shade of red, makes his head spin when Derek pushes him against the bed and covers Stiles’ body with his. “You must be crazy.” He laughs. Trembles and laughs and swallows back tears, air burning in his lungs when Derek’s thumb travels up to his pulse, possessively pressing against it.

Maybe them both are, crazy and reckless and absolutely lost, living on borrowed time, watching the sun rise and set countless times, too many to keep count and yet- “Will you?” It’s almost a growl now, a harsh sound that claws its way out of Derek’s throat. “Stiles.”

When Derek’s teeth close around the tender spot at the base of his throat Stiles does nothing to stop him, melts instead under the slightly painful pressure as if that’s where he belongs. Pale and fragile and caged by Derek’s never ending power. "Yes," he breathes out, heart beating steadily. "Yes.”

He jumps, and knows that Derek will catch him as he falls.

teenwolfgossip:

For the fans who’s time, effort, and passion for the show was ridiculed by Jeff Davis and the cast by reading their fanfics, mocking their hard work and love for the characters they portray, it’s time we say enough.

For the fan who asked the cast the innocent question…

“Do still watch TW?”

—Anonymous

chasingshhadows:

No, I don’t. The only thing I’ve been watching recently are the ratings and yes, I will be the one to say that I cheer each week when I see how low they are. 

I’m a fan of the first two seasons. I am a fan of most of the characters and I am a fan of some of the actors’ talents.

I’m not a fan of being used, abused and treated like dirt. I’m not a fan of being mocked, made fun of and judged by people who know nothing about us as a fandom, that of Teen Wolf as a whole and of Sterek specifically. I’m not a fan of broken storylines, lack of continuity, raging consent issues, mistreatment of women and POC actors and characters or tired, overused and predictable plotlines. I’m not a fan of arrogant and butthurt writers that can’t handle criticism about literally anything.

And as I’ve said before, I’m not leaving fandom, not really. Today I reached the point where I had to blacklist “teen wolf”, at least for a while, because I feel so let down by so many aspects of the show, the cast, the crew and some of the fans. 

But I whitelisted the things and characters that I like and will continue to blog about them. I still read fanfiction (BECAUSE FANFICTION IS A GLORIOUS AND WONDERFUL THING AND JEFF WISHES HE WAS ON OUR LEVEL) and have been writing when inspiration strikes me (I have like 10 WIPS rn). 

One year ago I was so happy. I was the fixer, every issue on the show and said by TPTB, I had an answer for. I worked so hard to spin everything into something positive because I was so truly filled with hope, trust and belief. 

Today I am not any of those things. I am angry, disappointed and let down. And the fact that I have changed is a direct result to the treatment this community has received by TPTB. They created what I am today. This is their fault.

I am a bitter Teen Wolf fan and as much as I clung to that word just a few weeks ago, I think as of right now, the word “fan” only applies loosely in my case. 

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