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i cant with this man anymore omg
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@sterek-stiles
him not knowing that he forgot to mute himself
i cant with this man anymore omg
hmmm Stiles who is just so undeniably prey-like. Derek notices first, ofc, his big brown eyes, long neck, lithe and lean body made for running. He's like a deer and Derek can't deny the pull to hunt. He's a born werewolf, it's an instinct he can't help.
He knows that Peter felt it too, but the man always liked to play with his food. Scott, being bitten and also friend with Stiles since they were in footie pajamas, has a harder time consolidating his newer instincts with their history. He has no idea why Stiles is setting his teeth on edge when he's sprawled out on the couch, belly up, exposed. Its not arousal, but he feels like he has to do something. He goes for a run and then meets up with Allison. He doesn't mention it to anyone.
Erica sees it too, but she can get over it for the most part. Boyd too, can mostly ignore it. Isaac has a harder time, but tells Derek and gets some breathing exercises. He tells him the desire to hunt will eventually turn into a desire to protect, the longer him and Stiles are pack. And for the most part it does, but every once and while during practice, Stiles will take off running and he has to tamper his urge to chase.
Derek's instinct to hunt does turn into a desire to protect, as he knew it would. But a wolf protecting a deer is still a wolf in the end and sometimes he just wants to sink his teeth in.
Stiles notices something, he's not stupid, the small flash of eyes when he runs at practice. Scott tensing up when he relaxes, Erica and Boyd giving him small hungry glances. Derek's possessive hold, watching the others watch him, almost like he's protecting him from the pack. He's sure one day he'll figure it out
Stiles: *comes home from college for summer break, and goes to visit Derek in his new house*
Derek: *on the couch, wearing one of those cozy blanket hoodies with cute animal print with the hood on, eating ice cream, watching love island*
Stiles: Sooo therapy’s been good, huh?
Derek: *takes a sip of his stanley cup* Yeah. Why?
Stiles and Derek have a “fling” during Stiles’ summer vacation but at one point Derek’s martyr complex and self loathing catches up with him and he starts panicking a little. being the one with the most baggage he decides he has to break things off for Stiles’ own good.
Derek lets him down as gently as he can and Stiles wants to hate him for it but he can’t, he can’t hate Derek and that makes him want to hate Derek even more. Derek is gentle, so gentle when he breaks it off, he takes the blame, he shouldn’t have let it get this far but it’s okay Stiles is young, he’ll find someone else to love and to share his entire life with.
Stiles is in a daze for a few days, he doesn’t cry, he doesn’t loose sleep. he’s fine. but one night he’s driving towards the loft almost on autopilot and realizes he just can’t do that anymore. he’s not welcome there anymore. at least not like he used to. Derek had made sure to tell him he was still in the pack, he was still welcome, they were still friends.
Stiles used to go over there all the time and anytime he entered the loft he would breath a little easier and he would give Derek looks from under his lashes, trying to tell him what he wanted because Derek never assumed, never took for granted what Stiles came here for. and then Derek would take the hint and finally kiss him softly on the lips and Stiles would melt against him, opening up entirely for him and Derek would take him to his bed and fuck him so good Stiles would sob and then after, they’d lay in bed and talk for hours until he had to get home before his dad came back from work.
he has a panic attack in the jeep and has to drive home after, feeling like absolute shit and he climbs up the stairs to his room and slides into his bed just to stare at the ceiling for god knows how long, exhausted but not being able to sleep. he keeps thinking everything over and over in his head, making himself cry and his chest aches in anguish because why the fuck did he let Derek do this?
after that night, he struggles with how fucking hung up he is on Derek. it never felt like this. he thought he had been in love with Lydia but yeah, no. what he felt for Derek was love. the one that just won’t ever fade away for better or worse. Derek is it for him. its him or its no one.
he starts calling and texting Derek all the time, he starts showing up unannounced at the loft more often than when they were actually together. he even goes so far as to try and kiss Derek a few times, absolutely desperate to connect, desperate to have what they used to have again but every single time Derek stops him. everytime Derek pushes him away, Stiles feels like he’s going a little more insane.
it’s like Derek is unfazed while Stiles is falling apart. eventually he stops showing up at the loft or anywhere really. he stays home and overthinks, usually ending up crying pitifully until he can’t even stand himself anymore and goes to bed to try and sleep it off. he stops calling Derek but he still texts him. Derek replies to him everytime but Stiles can’t help thinking his answers sound impersonal, distant, making him feel even worse.
since Stiles barely leaves the house anymore, the betas come to him instead. they hang out with him in his bedroom or they watch movies in the living room when his dad is away at work, keeping him company.
Stiles tries to be subtle when he questions them about Derek and they answer him but they keep it vague and it immediately freaks Stiles out. the betas pretend not to notice but they look torn. it’s obvious there’s something going on but they won’t say what or maybe have been told not to say.
he finds out what’s going on eventually. he’s given detention and stays late at school and on his way out to the parking lot, he stumbles upon Derek and his new teacher, Jennifer.
he stands there frozen as he watches her give Derek a kiss on the cheek, then Derek pulling her to the Camaro and opening and closing the passenger door for her. they’re about to drive away when Jennifer looks his way, face unreadable before looking away again and then they’re gone, driving out of the parking lot.
his mind is a mess as his thoughts become a whirlwind. he takes out his phone with shaking fingers and taps Boyd’s name in his contacts before putting his phone to his ear.
he gnaws on his thumb as it rings and when Boyd picks up he doesn’t even let him speak before asking if Derek is seeing anyone. was that the thing they were keeping from him? Derek seeing someone? Boyd sighs on the other end and Stiles’ eyes fill with tears. he’s got his answer. Boyd just says “Sorry, Stiles.” and Stiles hangs up.
he walks to the jeep, gets in and drives home on autopilot. his dad is home when he gets there, which is kind of a surprise since he’s been pulling doubles a lot lately and when he sees Stiles he asks if he’s alright, that Stiles looks pale.
his dad’s casual concern is too much for him and he bursts into tears right then and there. his dad who was sitting in his recliner almost throws himself out of it in his haste to pull Stiles into his arms tightly, asking frantically what’s wrong, what’s happened but Stiles just cries, hiding his face into his dad’s shoulder.
when he’s calmed down somewhat, his dad asks him again what happened but Stiles evades the question. he just says school had sucked and he’s tired. he can tell his dad isn’t really buying it but he doesn’t press.
he doesn’t sleep that night, debating for most of it if he should call Derek or not. in the end, he settles for sending him a text at around 3am telling him that he knows about Jennifer. he wants to add more because on it’s own it sounds ominous but he doesn’t know what else to say. “i wish you two well?” he doesn’t. “im happy for you?” he isn’t. he probably should be but he isn’t.
Derek sees his message at around 5am and leaves him on read.
Stiles goes to school on no sleep and his first period is with no other than Jennifer.
Boyd shares the class with him and he’s watching Stiles like a hawk the moment he gets into the class doorway. Stiles keeps his head down for most of the lesson, not paying much attention until somehow the class is talking about the best places in town for a date.
a student asks Jennifer if she has a boyfriend and Stiles’ head snaps up and he watches as Jennifer’s cheeks blushes slightly and plays coy saying it’s not an appropriate question but everyone can tell she means yes she has a boyfriend and would love date ideas.
the class laughs a little while Stiles scoffs with disdain before rolling his eyes. Jennifer’s eyes zeroes in on him then and her coy smile turns sharp, almost deadly as her laughing eyes turn knowing and smug.
it hits Stiles like a bullet and he stands up so abruptly his desk topples over and his things fly scattering all over the place. the entire class jumps in unison at his brusqueness and they turn to look at him in surprise.
he’s breathing hard and his fight or flight has kicked in so hard his heart is hammering in his chest. Jennifer’s previous demeanour is gone and now she looks as surprised as everyone else but Stiles saw it, he saw it, she can’t pretend it didn’t happen.
she asks if there’s anything wrong, her face full of concern and he feels hysteria looming.
the moment breaks when Boyd picks up his desk and places it the right way up before bending down to start picking up Stiles’ stuff scattered on the floor. Stiles shakes himself and bends down to do the same. the rest of the class turn their attention away from him and start murmuring among themselves.
Stiles’ face is red and blotchy with embarrassment and his hands shakes as he finishes picking up the last of his things. Boyd drops his stuff on the desk and subtly brushes his fingers on Stiles’ for a moment.
he whispers “i saw that too.” before walking back to his own seat.
Stiles sits back down and looks at Boyd who’s watching Jennifer with an almost bored expression but Stiles knows Boyd a lot better than he used to and he can tell he’s analyzing her like she’s a microbe under a microscope.
if Boyd had seen it too then maybe he wasn’t insane. he wasn’t just the jealous ex who was seeing things.
the hardest part would be to convince Derek of that before it was too late.
Stiles’ love language is food. He loves to cook. He loves to eat. If someone he loves feels unwell? He’s cooking for them.
It reminds him of his mom. She was the same way, making food for Stiles and his dad was her way of making sure they were healthy and that they were taken care of. He remembers the smells and her gentle patient hands guiding him through the shaping of the pierogi. He thinks of her humming to music and the tastes of the food from their homeland.
When she died, he didn’t really eat. His dad didn’t either. People brought casseroles. They lined the freezer. Stiles and his dad picked at them sporadically. They weren’t really a family anymore, and food had brought them all together.
It isn’t until the pack that Stiles really starts cooking again. He takes care of his pack just like his mom had taken care of him. He creates meal plans, he executes grocery store runs, he develops menus, he accrues pack members personal tastes. He throws himself into it like nothing before.
Stiles takes special delight in feeding Derek. Something about it just feels right. Because of his super senses, the werewolf’s taste buds are super sensitive. He’s picky about his food. Stiles has learned to introduce subtle flavors into his dishes and to cut back on the salt. He buys only the highest quality ingredients. He makes things from scratch a lot because Derek can taste the chemical preservatives better than anyone else can.
And to anyone else it might be a pain in the ass, but to Stiles? He’s showing his care and love and affection. Derek clearly appreciates the effort, eating all of the food served and acknowledging the hard work and complimenting the dish. Stiles blushes and goes shy and stutters every time but Derek persists, as do Stiles’ cooking skills.
if any of you saw this on monday no you didn't
ANYWAY sterek (wip) wednesday
based on this meme
all the unresolved sexual tension and years of looking but not touching between them i just know sterek’s first kiss would be heated as HELL like the grip. the passion. the moaning. the desperation. derek pulling stiles into his lap and holding him there like he wants to keep stiles here forever. stiles whimpering and clinging to derek like he’s afraid to be let go. his fingers accidentally leaving marks on stiles’ waist. derek saying “open your mouth” and get back to kiss stiles violently, they kiss like they’ve been missing each other their entire lives i am NOT well at all
top part's bc i wanted to design a little sticker for myself - couldn't resist adding a little smooch (:< 2-for-1 combo of a little more of a size difference than i usually go for and the pointy ears @poly-hebdo draws derek with because it's cute as fuck
[find this and my other art on Redbubble!]
DIVINE
sterek | E | 7,3k | ao3
Tags: Historical; Alternate Universe – Medieval; Kidnapping; Paganism; Evil Gerard Argent; Non-Consensual Touching; Threats of Rape/Non-Con; no actual non-con; Creepy Gerard Argent; Full Shift Werewolves; Sех in Full Shift Werewolf Form (Teen Wolf); Dubious Consent; Somnophilia; consent is dubious bc Stiles is asleep; Boypussy Stiles Stilinski; Knotting; Voyeurism; as in derek's pack of wolves watches them; Implied Future Mpreg; I make it sound like it's all smut when it's not; Blood and Violence; Murder; Pack Alpha Derek Hale; Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
tenderness and carnage
sterek | E | 3,7k | ao3
tags: Historical, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Protective Derek Hale, Dark Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Dead Sheriff Stilinski, Arranged Marriage, but not between Sterek, Blood and Violence, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, First Time, Everybody Wants Stiles Stilinski, One-Sided Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski, Dubious Consent
Summary:
The only consolation was the wolf’s softness toward him. Alpha Hale could have taken him right on this very table in front of everyone and be in his full right to do so, but instead it was just that — his soothing palm on Stiles’ knee, his thumb stroking back and forth, his breath upon Stiles’ ear.
Would he be gentle?
Stiles glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. A scary thought had taken over his mind. Just one little word.
Perhaps.
for @homemadesterekpie and @beautyoftheships
Do you know any accidental nudity? Like, Stiles stumbling on Derek in the showe or something along those line?
Yeah.
(not so sneaky after all) by pray_for_sound
(1/1 I 1,018 I Explicit)
the one where Derek stays and watches.
Balls-Deep & Busted by Nightowl_22
(1/2 I 2,469 I Explicit)
In the middle of a heated, shamelessly explicit afternoon romp, Derek rides Stiles with reckless abandon—moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors—until Scott bursts through the door without knocking. Chaos ensues as Stiles scrambles to shield his boyfriend, Scott spins away in horror, and Derek refuses to let the interruption kill the mood, clenching and grinding shamelessly while Scott rants in the background.
Or the one where Scott walks in on his best friend balls-deep in Derek Hale and gets the trauma of a lifetime, only for the couple to pick right back up the second the door slams shut—because apparently nothing kills the mood like a best friend's horrified screech when his timing is tragically impeccable.
Caught in the Act by notyourtipicalauthor
(1/1 I 3,701 I Explicit)
Stiles only wanted to prank Derek by returning a borrowed book. He never expected to walk in on the alpha fucking himself on a massive dildo in the shower. One shocked stare, a bold offer, and soon Stiles is replacing silicone with the real thing.
Love like in the Movies by Anonymous
(5/? I 15,320 I Mature)
When Stiles happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, he gets roped into being Derek Hale's fake boyfriend in exchange for an introduction to Lydia Martin, Stiles's long-standing crush. It doesn't work out like anyone planned.
or
Where Stiles and Derek pretend to be boyfriends as a cover story, and Scott thinks it all sounds like the plot of an 80's movie (it is).
The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(1/1 I 51,974 I Mature)
The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.
“Who is that?” he asked quietly.
“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”
I'm Not Asking Questions, I'm Taking My Chances by nixeleth
(2/2 I 80,266 I Explicit)
After a devastating tragedy, the king of Beacon banished all supernatural entities from his kingdom. Ten years later, another devastating tragedy forces Derek to sneak into the kingdom that banished his kind, where he finds himself featuring in a fairy tale more than he ever had while living out in a forest with a pack of werewolves.
He doubts that even Stiles appreciates the irony. On some days, anyway.
When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22
(4/4 I 87,526 I Explicit)
“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”
Derek's head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.
Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building's efforts to matchmake them.
I Wanna Hear (how your heart speaks) by LadySlytherin
(25/25 I 97,791 I Explicit)
When an attack on Derek leaves Stiles as collateral damage and causes him to lose his hearing, the Pack is at a loss. With the Alpha Pack to contend with and his wayward betas barely come to heel, Derek’s already got his hands full. He doesn't have time for an injured human teenager or his sheriff father. But Stiles is pack - something Derek has known for a while - with the potential to be even more. And Derek soon finds that Stiles is more of an asset than anyone realized, even with his new limitations.
As for Stiles, he's about to find out that sometimes when you lose one thing, you gain so much more.
“maturity”
“things that make sense”
im sorry i don’t speak DWEEB
Sterek where they're both certified HATERS!!!! They're watching drag shows together and screaming at the screen telling the contestants to "USE YOUR BRAIN." They're out and about and side eyeing each other covertly whenever they see some bullshit and sharing a sneaky little smirk. Tapping each other on the thighs whenever someone says something a bit off they're going to discuss in detail later. Their daily nighttime routine is accompanied by them hating and gossiping.
Let's not forget they're both grade A assholes and horrible gossips.
The ship dynamic is asshole x asshole
(They're also getting the tea from the sheriff on their Sunday dinners cause sheriff likes to pretend he's not a gossip but its a lie. He loves getting juicy tea and he gets PLENTY being the town sheriff)
THIEF
sterek | E | 35,6k | ao3
Tags: Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Alpha & Emissary Relationships, Bad Pack Alpha Rafael McCall, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Mild Gore, Near Death Experiences, Unhealthy Relationships in a non-romantic sense, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Rafael McCall's Pack, Stiles is Rafael's emissary, Magic, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Good Peter Hale, Werewolf Politics, Praise Kink, the non-sexual kind
Summary:
There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
they love each other your honor