#hoechlinseverything

[twficfinder]

hi, looking for a sterek fic where Derek and Cora leave together (i guess its post 3a fic) and Derek and Stiles keep in touch and Derek wants to go back to BH to be with him but Cora just can't for whatever reason and he won't leave her. majority of it is Derek and Cora in hotel rooms. ends with Cora agreeing to go back to BH when she sees how much Derek wants to see Stiles again.

[twficfinder]

I FEEL LIKE you've found this fic before but i'm not entirely sure. derek gets stiles as a slave from Peter I think??? peter bought him for derek and derek has no idea that peter brainwashed stiles before hand and has no idea that stiles is barely eating and sleeping in the basement when derek told him he could have the spare bedroom. melissa mccall basically shakes some sense into him once Stiles is hospitalized.

I think this is

Excess of Liberty by imthealphanow (11/12 | 45,209 | M)

In a society where Weres dominate and humans are usually enslaved, Stiles Stilinski is bought as a birthday present. Derek Hale is a reclusive author who is part of one of the most well respected families within Beacon Hills, and is also the resident Alpha, following the death of his family.

[sterekhalinsk]

So like, a little MPreg Sterek inspired by this fic: Settle Down  Written by the lovelies wearing_tearing and whatthehale :D

[twficfinder]

I have this vague memory of a Sterek fic where Derek works at a library that Stiles frequents and one day Stiles is sick and Allison returns his books and checks out some others (they have to do with art?) and Derek gets jealous at first bc he thinks Stiles and Allison are together? If you could help me find it that would be AMAZING. Please and thank you <3.

This fic is so cute!

Possibly I Like The Thrill Of You Under Me by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 12,287 | M)

It’s not that the idea of Stiles talking about him doesn’t make his stomach wrap itself in knots, it’s that it does just that. It makes him unbelievably uncomfortable and he doesn’t quite know why. He’s twenty seven years old, he pays taxes, he takes his mother out for lunch on Sundays; he is a grown up. But he’s getting weird butterflies when he glances over his shoulder to look at Stiles and a heat in his chest that feels something like what he supposes want must feel like.