if you do not feel comforted or empowered by queer headcanons, i’m sorry to hear that and i hope you can find inspiration elsewhere. but for many people- the majority of them queer themselves- headcanoning, interpreting, or depicting their favorite characters as queer is how they express themselves and find comfort and positivity in fandoms. and that is something that absolutely deserves to be respected and protected from people that would ruin it for them.
you know i think part of the reason i ship sterek so hard is that i can’t imagine derek in like a traditionally “romantic” relationship
like derek going on dates and stuff? derek holding someone’s hand or kissing them goodbye on the porch? derek attempting to find like a suitable anniversary gift?
i find it all both hilarious and utterly unimaginable
but my idea of sterek is so…i think “quiet” would be the word
like everyone jokes about wall-slamming and dirty, dirty sex and stuff, but i think it would kind of be calmer than that. their personalities complementing each other in such a way that derek would sort of ground stiles, give him something tangible to focus on when he’s getting really hyper
and stiles would bring derek out of his shell a bit, get him to open up a little without pushing
they’d be each other’s anchors
and i see their relationship happening in a very untraditional, un-scott ‘n’ allison way, mostly behind closed doors with a lot of snark and a lot of bickering (but rarely a serious fight)
and they wouldn’t ever do anything romantic, obviously, there wouldn’t be flowers or date nights or cute gifts or fuck i don’t even know. massages after long days.
i picture them watching out for each other when shit’s going down. or sitting in stiles’s bedroom doing research and discussing plans. snapping at each other, and then stiles makes a dumb joke and derek scowls even harder because he’s trying not to be amused, but stiles sees right through that bullshit and smirks to himself. sometimes derek would shut down and go all cold shoulder and stiles would be annoyed as fuck, sometimes stiles would finally get on derek’s last nerve and get yelled at (but derek never wolfs out at stiles, because losing control like that is not a thing derek ever does)
but no matter how dysfunctional or unhealthy it would seem on the surface, they’d still have those moments where they’re just sitting in the car listening to the radio and stiles changes the station and derek rolls his eyes but he still looks pretty freaking content to be there
anyway, the point of this is that i don’t see them being at all cutesy or PDA or romantic, and that’s why i love this pairing so much. the exploration of a modern-time, nontypical relationship is something that does not happen a lot.
I heard you like porn, so I wrote you some porn inspired by porn *dirty wink*
Requested dirty pronz was to include: first time Bottom!Derek; rimming; life affirming, holy-shit-we-nearly-died sex; and FEELINGS (okay, so the feelings were my addition – SUE ME)
“I told you to stay down,” Derek snarls. The bathroom door slams open hard enough that the stupid IKEA freestanding towel rack Erica had insisted on wobbles precariously.
“And I told you not to be a freaking dumbass,” Stiles says, stomping in behind him. He’s angry – or, no – pissed is the word he’d used in the car. Stiles is pissed at Derek. It shows in the way he yanks his over-shirt off, the sleeves of it already going crusty with blood. “What the fuck use is it having a pack if you’re just gonna keep throwing yourself into fights alone?”
Derek rolls his eyes as he pulls his shirt gingerly over his head. His shoulder’s mostly healed now, the skin hot and tingling where the wounds have knit back together but the ache where claws had dug in makes lifting his arm a lesson in not-fun. “I’m fine,” he says.
Stiles actually growls, low and very human as he pushes at Derek’s good shoulder to turn him towards the wall. “You almost weren’t,” he says, hands hot on Derek’s back as he edges long fingers gingerly around the healing wound.
This thing they have going is new enough that Derek’s still getting used to the feel of Stiles’ hands on him. He’s always been tactile – always automatically leaned into any touch offered – it’s been a disconcerting learning curve discovering that he doesn’t have to catch himself and pull back when it comes to Stiles. Stiles’ touch now is nervous and jittery, like he’s not going to believe Derek’s in one piece unless he can feel where he almost wasn’t. It’s intimate in a way that makes something in Derek’s chest clench and he doesn’t stop to think; is pulling away before he realises he’s doing it.
Not that he gets far.
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles’ fingers are gripping the nape of Derek’s neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can’t fucking breathe.
“You’re such an asshole,” Stiles says. “I don’t know why I have a vested interest in your freaking well-being.”
Derek must make a noise—something hopefully not as stripped raw as he feels, fuck—because Stiles’ grip lets up slightly as he leans in. “What-“
Derek moves without thinking, reaching over to press Stiles’ hand back down and Derek feels the shocked stutter of Stiles’ breath break over his ear. “Oh…”
Stiles is a quick learner when it’s a subject he’s interested in. Always researching, testing, experimenting. Derek’s still not used to the fact that he seems to be Stiles’ favourite project, though. It’s one thing to watch Stiles in front of a computer, his eyes intent as he taps one finger along his own lip, it’s another entirely to have all that focus on Derek himself; on getting Derek off so hard he’s been known to lose freaking time.
When Stiles shifts his grip tighter and squeezes, Derek can’t help the way his eyes flutter shut, breath punching out of him with a groan because fuck…
“Okay,” Stiles says, already sounding a little breathless as he steps up to press into Derek’s space, grip not letting up. “This is a thing that’s happening.”