Thanks for the pic It’s going to be lovely dealing with my boner while I’m in a meeting with your father.


It’s a perfectly normal day in Beacon Hills. Derek’s attending to paperwork, placing bets on the football game with Parrish, sighing over the coffee pot that always seems to be empty when he goes for a cup….

Okay, it’s not exactly a normal day in Beacon Hills. But it’s an uneventful one. Derek’s grateful for it - after going through the police academy and becoming an actual deputy at the station, things are good.


It took a while to adjust, sure - after all, Derek can’t exactly lift entire cars or growl at criminals the way he sometimes wants to, but he has a job, he has a way to fill up his time, and he’s helping people. It’s good.

And then Stiles had come home for the summer from school, knowing eyes and lilting voice dragging Derek into bed with him, and by August? Derek was more than a little gone for him.

"Text me," he had requested, pulling Stiles into another brief kiss. "Okay? Whenever you want. I’ll skype you at night, too."

"Deal," Stiles had grinned, hoisting his bag higher on his shoulder. "I’ll text you all the time."

There’d been an announcement for Stiles’s section of the plane to board and Derek had looked up, watched the door for a few seconds as people filed through it, and opened his mouth to speak just as Stiles breathed out a soft, “I love you, you know.”

The corner of Stiles’s mouth was tipped up, eyes bright with something entirely too fond - a look that Derek felt he’d forever be undeserving of - and Derek had felt the air rush out of him as he snorted out a soft laugh and answered, “Yeah, I know. Love you, too, college boy. Go.”


That was two months ago.

They text every single day. Stiles is in the middle of midterms so he hasn’t been able to skype as frequently, but Derek doesn’t mind. He’s proud of Stiles and wants him to do well - there’s been more than a few nights where he’s ended a call or stopped texting Stiles completely because the kid needs to study, not get off every thirty minutes.

The fact that Derek gets off to the thought of Stiles with him more than a few times some nights isn’t relevant. It just isn’t. Doesn’t apply.

So, of course, during Derek’s completely uneventful day, a day he’s grateful for because they don’t come too frequently if at all, Stiles has to ruin everything.

A text message comes through at 2:02 pm. It’s a picture message and Derek smiles to himself, wondering if it’ll be a picture of Stiles’s face or of his textbooks, maybe one of the dorm bed that he hates because it’s entirely too small.

But it isn’t.

It’s a picture of Stiles lying on the bed, hand out to the side to hold his phone. His shirt’s rucked up underneath his armpits, jeans and boxers down around his thighs, and his hand’s fisted around a red, wet cock.

This is what you get for not sexting me last night, asshole. FYI I have a plug in my ass, too. Have fun at work, deputy!


Derek jumps so hard in his seat that his phone clatters to the floor, his knee kicks up against the bottom of his desk, and he’s fairly certain he shouts out something between a curse and I wasn’t doing anything.

The sheriff just quirks an eyebrow. “We need to go over that case report for the robbery the other night. Meet me in my office in five minutes, okay?”

"Uh-huh," Derek answers dumbly, nodding. "Yep. Will do. I’ll be there."

It’s 2:04 and Derek’s already achingly, blindingly hard.

I hate you so much. We’re breaking up.

Derek presses the heel of his hand to his cock, trying to think about anything and everything else other than Stiles’s picture.

It’s cute that you think I’d ever let you dump me.

Derek realizes Parrish is looking over at him with concern and waves a hand, assuring Jordan that he’s fine. Derek manages to get somewhere closer to half-hard when he pictures the sheriff berating him for having that sort of - material on his phone, but he only gets to half-hard because, well.

Stiles is a goddamn menace.

Thanks for the picture. Gonna be really fun to try and hide my boner while I’m in a meeting with your dad.

Stiles’s reply comes ten minutes into Derek’s meeting with John.

Sorry I didn’t get back to you. I was coming. Really hard, too, Derek. There’s come on my chin, actually. How’s the meeting?

Derek feels his cock stirring in his pants again and sighs.

So much for an uneventful day at the station.

(via derekdeservesbetter)

sterek fanfic


(Source: kirayukimura, via deludedisthenewreality)



Sterek AU: Derek gets a job as a mechanic and then very much regrets telling Stiles where he works. If he has to hear one more joke about rim jobs or lube, he’s going to throw a spanner at Stiles head. Or make out with him. It’s a toss up.

(via deludedisthenewreality)



This is STEREK Moment of the Episode for me

Let me tell you why

1- We see Malia leaving Stiles’ room (and life hopefully)

2- We see Stiles staring at the Dead pool list (it looks like he is looking at Malia’s name but he is not). He is looking at Derek’s name

3- We get conformation that Stiles’ was indeed looking at Derek’s name (why else was this scene shot like this). Derek opens his eyes. (Opening eyes is symbolic of realizing some thing).

4- If he would have realized his undying love for Braeden, at this point he would have turned towards her and held her in her arms, shifted closer to her. But Surprise, he does not. He turns looks at her and moves her hand away.(that is when she turns away from him and he walks away from the bed)

All in all this scene shows 

Stiles is worried about Derek(and now that Malia has gone Peter’s way, he is more worried that even she will try to hurt Derek)

Derek sleeps with Breaden, but it is rushed (he knows it and we know it). And he knows that that is it. There is no bond to be forged there. He ofcourse was the one to initiate it but it may have been cause he just for once wanted something he was not forced into.(at least that is how I feel)

So yes this was totally STEREK for me!

(via derekdeservesbetter)





This is for an assignment that is due tomorrow.

Reblog if you think that Harry Potter should NOT be on the banned books list because it features Magic, sets bad examples, and because of dark themes. 


Reblog if you think the Twilight series should be banned because it features rape culture, glorifies abusive relationships, and is just a horrible book series overall.


(Source: i-am-benedict-cumberlocked, via lunamalfoy7)

"My best day had to be the day after I wrapped Guardians of the Galaxy. I was very homesick and coming home to my wife, and my home, and to my son, who was at the time 13 months old. My wife told me there’s a chance he won’t recognize you—but that’s okay that happens all the time. He doesn’t know, he might be a little shy…"

(Source: pedro-quill, via oflahertynick)

chris pratt