#sterek fic

[ihaventdecidedyett]

Derek pretending he can't hear Stiles talking to himself

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

New intern/volunteer at the wolf sanctuary Stiles jumping into the pack of wild wolves because he heard the handler Erica say domesticated and not ‘not yet domesticated’.

Full shift Derek and owner of the sanctuary loosing his ever loving mind when he looks out his office window and sees a random 20 something year old hop into the wild wolf enclosure like a frog into the frying pan. He’s shifting and barreling through the door and over the fence letting out the loudest, most protective and furious roar any of the wolves have ever heard.

The actual wolves bowing their heads and backing away from the grinning and oblivious human. All they see is god level tier alpha protecting his mate and they all submit themselves to the two.

Stiles has no idea the danger he was in and Derek is still pumping with adrenaline when the human drops down next to him and hugs him around the neck. “Who’s a good boy! Look at the big beautiful man!” Stiles coos happily as Derek realizes the predicament he just put himself in. Because now Stiles assumes there is always a black wolf the size of a car in the enclosure and he can’t shift in front of a human.

Stiles starts brushing him and petting him and kissing his “little forehead” and Derek is too stunned and confused to do anything but sit and take it. And Erica is on the other side of the fence wailing in laughter, holding her stomach.

From then on Derek is shifted and waits for Stiles every night as this college aged freak never fucking sleeps and pops over at the weirdest times. The wild wolves eventually become so desensitized from Stiles smell they actually start treating him like the alphas mate and it’s not long before he’s leading them around like little ducklings even when Derek isn’t right next to him.

And of course Derek starts falling for the buffoon. The idiot human with pretty doe eyes who smells like cinnamon and magic and wears his heart on his sleeve. The only problem any of them have is that Stiles insists on meeting the owner of the sanctuary and Derek Hale can’t be so busy he’s gone every single time he’s here… Stiles tries sneaking into the man’s office and snooping around and the big black wolf he calls Fenrir follows after him huffing and growling in discontent when the human starts going through his things.

[sparassiss]

when sterek finally get together it's when stiles is in his mid 20s at least. he's not the same twink derek remembered from high school. this stiles has filled out, with defined muscle and a five o'clock shadow. stiles' arms are bigger than derek envisioned in his mind when he most definitely didn't think of stiles while going to sleep every night. stiles' waist is still obscenely grabbable, but the boy — the man — doesn't look like he's going to break apart at a single touch anymore.

there's a light dusting of hair covering his arms and his eyes still sparkle and his smile is still pretty and crooked, but something has changed stiles, and it wasn't just the trauma.

now every time derek watches stiles, he can't look away.

when their lips touch for the first time, stiles' lips are soft, and his tongue demands entrance almost immediately. stiles takes charge easily now, and derek lets him.

when they end up in bed at last, derek is surprised by how easily stiles can pin him down now, roll around with him and extract himself from derek's grip like it's nothing. his grip is firm on derek and his hands are strong and derek nearly salivates over the cord in stiles' throat and the veins running down his biceps into his forearms and over his fucking hands.

derek wants to let himself be pushed down on the mattress, wants to feel stiles' weight covering him, weighing him down and taking control. but he has a feeling he wouldn't survive the experience emotionally, at least not yet, for stiles is blowing his mind already and exceeding his every expectation and then some. derek would never have minded the scrawny boy he couldn't help but fall in love with all those years ago, but this — this stiles is something else.

it's when derek is fucking into stiles that he realizes just how unbreakable stiles really is now. stiles begs him to go harder, to not hold back, to go faster and make him feel it, and derek lets himself, the realization dawning on him that stiles can handle it. derek lets his wolf come forward, sink himself into the man beneath him because stiles can take it. stiles knows what he is and loves him for it, isn't scared off by derek's power, and that in itself is almost too much to take in.

stiles pleads for bruises and mementos, bosses derek around from underneath him, wraps his strong legs around derek's waist and moans in his ear and holds him tight with his firm grip, and derek has found an equal partner, someone who can hold him up just as easily as derek can. but really, is it all that different from when stiles held him up in the pool all those years ago? he was always strong. always, in the ways that mattered.

so derek just can't help but fall in love all over again. he knows he's found his mate.

[hedwig221b]

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.

[inkandgasoline]

The piece of art I did referenced in this post! A scene from my upcoming multi-chapter fic, which I'll be sharing more about soon!

Not gonna lie--I'm super nervous. This is the first time I've finished a drawing in so long, and I'm trying to be okay with everything about it that isn't perfect.

But I love these boys, so here we are!

(If you feel so inclined--please reblog, don't repost. If you share to other sites, please link to me. Do not feed to any AI.)

[car0lanny]

I also have this other wip that lives in my head, however, instead sickly angsty, this one is just a black hole of horniness: alpha Derek x baby-sitter Stiles.

Basically, alpha Derek married omega Paige due to a agreement between packs, but always kept it clear he was not interested in her and wouldn't mark her. It didn’t change even after four years together and with a now three year old kid, Eli. He always kept himself distant, working until dawn and the last time they shared a bed was the night Eli was made, but even then he didn’t even knot Paige.

Paige who, after so long trying to make Derek like her back, fucked everything up by sleeping with some random person after the first fight the two had in months. She tried to hide it and obviously ir didn’t work, would never work. Derek was a werewolf, he could smell the other man in Paige from the moment she stepped into their house. So divorce was on the table, but Paige refused to sign anything, swearing it wouldn't happen again. Derek didn’t force her, but it was clear that he also didn’t believe her, nor forgotten. So Paige made herself useful, working harder and without distractions. She couldn’t lost Derek.

With both working for longer and longer, they needed a competent baby-sitter for Eli, now lonely and sad with their fights. She asked a few woman from the company, who indicated a pretty sweet, innocent, young boy, Stiles Stilinski, the son of the sheriff and the downtown hospital head doctor. The boy comes from a wealthy family, goes to collage at nigh so his scheduale works perfectly, know about werewolfs and just turned nineteen. It’s just perfect.

Stiles understand Eli immediately and they just, click, more than Paige or Derek ever had. Eli asks him to play and Stiles accepts, talk, Eli shows his room and Stiles acts like it is the best place ever, Eli says that he's sad and Stiles hugs him. Eli talks about Stiles to everyone that cares to listen, including Derek, who always asks more, clearly pleased with his better humour even if he always arrives too late to actually meet Stiles. Paige takes it a win. Eli loves Stiles, and Derek loves seeing Eli happy, so he surely likes her a bit more for being the reason for it.

It takes almost to weeks for Derek to properly meet the famous Stiles. He finished work early and initially he dreads it, because it’s just the time Paige also leaves, so there is a high chance of them meeting on their way. Then, he almost kneel and thanks god, because as soon as he opens the door he's hit by the sweetest smell and Eli, running towards him with the biggest smile. Right behind him comes the owner of the smelll, a bit tall and pale, pretty. Too pretty for Derek to not just stare a bit longer.

The boy is smooth, sweet talking Eli into always doing what he would never do if any one else asked. But it’s Stiles, he said the day Derek commented about how he would never eat the tomatos when Paige offered and now it makes sense. It’s Stiles. His smile, his slight touch, his scent. Everything about him screams passion and love, and he is enchanting and alluring.

How he looked at Derek through his thick eyelashes, swollen lips half bitten and deliciously flushed. How he looked disappointed in having to leave, but pleased that Derek offered him a room for him to stay the nights he didn’t have class. God knows how Paige didn’t catch it the moment she walked in, to them talking in slow, almost purring voices, while Eli eated the cake Stiles made without a care in the world.

Paige didn’t catch anything in that moment. Or in the next, or the next, or never. But one day she woke up in the middle of the night, bed empty as it always is since their "honeymoon". She just feels that something is going to happen, if it isn't already. She walks slowly, unsure to why she's being so careful inside her own house, until she hears.

The sound of skin meeting, shaken breaths and growling. A shiver run down her spine at Derek's voice, so pleased, so satisfied, holding Stiles down by the neck, fully dressed as he fucks into the boy bent on his desk, moaning and shaking and fully naked. Stiles is completely out of it, too lost in the pleasure to hear Paige's hitched breath, but Derek does, and he looks directly at her and doesn’t stop. He don't even falter, merely blinking before dimissing her completely and returning to the boy. His boy, he says and keeps moving, and Stiles scent blooms with delight, agreeing senselessly and calling for Derek like a mantra.

When they are finished, Derek's knot inside Stiles and a small bite on his shoulder, not a mark but a promise very close to it, Paige is no longer there.

The first thing Derek notices when he enters his office the following morning is the divorce papers on the table where he fucked Stiles, while the boy snores peacefully on his bed.

[raisesomehale]

teenage Derek who works at his family’s garage, grease stained and flustered, needing to use the backs of his knuckles to push his black rim glasses back up when they start to slip down because he started explaining whatever catastrophic thing needed to be fixed on the Jeep this time and it made Stiles’ eyes glaze over in that I’m-undressing-you-in-my-mind kind of way, which in turn made Derek’s head duck and the tips of his ears flush red (and Stiles eats that shit up every time)

they don’t have a crazy wild height difference but Derek does have a few inches on him, so that Stiles can press his face right up against his warm neck when Derek grips his waist and tugs him forward against his chest, smelling oil and soap and earth, feeling the gentle timbre of his greeting where Stiles has pressed his lips to his neck

he’s so soft-spoken and polite, humble and understated but also dry-witted and wickedly, surprisingly funny. maybe possibly the only person Stiles has met who can meet him tit for tat when it comes to banter, and the juxtaposition of the two contrasting characteristics just makes him all the more alluring to Stiles

drawing him in and driving him crazy

when Derek quietly fixes small things out in public without bringing any attention to himself, a crooked sign or a tipped over flower pot, not doing it for the praise but the simple satisfaction of leaving something better than he found it

when Derek said ‘yes, sir’ to the navy vet who passed on one of their preserve hikes, asking if the two of them were staying out of trouble, then pushed Stiles off the trail and back against a hidden tree once they’d turned the corner so he could suck Stiles off till he shook and slid down to the forest floor, Derek Pleased above him and leaving kisses all over his his neck and lips)

when he’s studying across from Stiles in his living room, his bowed head making the tendon in his neck a distracting curve from his jaw down into his shirt, his dad in the next room cooking dinner and Stiles wishing he wasn’t so that he could sink in between Derek’s knees on the floor and replace the calculus textbook in his lap with Stiles’ mouth

when Derek automatically kneels when his baby cousins or siblings come toddling up to him at his house, big fat tears in their eyes or scrapes on their knees or captured toads to show off or a story to tell, and Derek takes them soo seriously every time. patient and focused on whatever they need from him

((the way his biceps flex and stay flexed when he picks them up and carries them in his arms. when he does this in a black crew neck—))

his eyes when Stiles rides him in his bedroom with the curtains open on a full moon, iris’ full pupil as he stares up at him, hair wild, jaw slack, glasses riding down his nose and the moonlight twined around them making Stiles’ stupid teenage brain think whatever this is between them must be a little bit magic

hell, maybe it is