Sour Wolf Cub

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

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kidnapping, hurt/comfort, rated G, 1k

Derek’s claws reach out for Stiles like a lifeline.

The hunters hold him back and he writhes and snarls in their grip. Stiles’ face across from him in the forest is a mirror of his own, desperate and haunted and terrified, angry and wild. They reach for each other, but it’s fruitless; they’re too far apart, and the men are dragging Stiles backwards, away from Derek, further and further from him.

Derek roars, spit flying everywhere and sharp teeth snapping at the hunters surrounding him, but his red eyes stay glued to his mate. He thrashes, Stiles’ cries and yells echoing in his ears over the sound of his own rapid heartbeat.

At last he turns around in the hunters’ grasp, intending to slash their throats out with a swipe of his claws, but a needle plunges into his own neck, and his world fades to black.

The last thing he hears is the mournful, harrowed, desperate sound of his own name on Stiles’ lips.

The forest goes dark around him.

if any of you saw this on monday no you didn't

ANYWAY sterek (wip) wednesday

Stiles: Okay, don’t get mad, but remember that diner we passed on 7th? The one with the big sign that said world’s best strawberry cheesecake?

Derek: …

Stiles: Yeah, well, since we were kind of being chased by that Kanima, we didn’t exactly have time to stop. And I’ve been craving that cheesecake ever since, so I figured… why not just make it myself?

Derek: And that could wait till literally any other time?

Stiles: Well…see ,about that—

Derek: Or maybe in a kitchen that isn’t mine like for example your own.

Stiles: Yours has the better oven

Derek: Or, and this is just a thought, you could go back to the diner and just by it.

Stiles: Yeah, but where’s the adventure in that?

Derek: Where’s the sanity in this?

Stiles: Sanity is overrated. Cheesecake is forever.

Derek: I hate you.

Stiles: I can leave…if you want.

Stiles: How?

You've heard of the couch potato, now get ready for the couch pancake ❤︎⁠

"i miss you all of the time"

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He yearns to be told what to do, praised and worshiped and commended, to not feel responsible for anything, just for a few minutes. Wants Stiles’ large hand on the nape of his neck, guiding him, giving him purpose and direction. Needs the reassurance of Stiles’ love and lust, the gentle but flirty way Stiles speaks to him, or commands him, or applauds him, or coos to him.  How he tells him how good he is, just for him, just for Stiles. How Derek waits for the praise all day, does everything he can to earn it, tries to be the good man Stiles sees him as. Derek needs this reassurance, Stiles’ words of love and devotion and affection, needs to be taken out of his own head for a while, taken care of instead. And Stiles gives it to him, without Derek having to ask. Somehow Stiles knows what Derek needs, and provides even better than Derek could imagine. “Stiles,” Derek whines pathetically to his own ears, but it makes Stiles’ rhythm speed up, moving into him relentlessly now, rewarding him for making it through his long day, making it all better. “Tell me,” he pleads wetly, “tell me.” praise kink, Derek Hale is a good boy, bottom Derek, 6k, rated E

The scene is sweet, intimate. Stiles is lying horizontally on the loft’s worn blue couch, a hand buried in Derek’s hair where the man rests his head on Stiles’ stomach. Derek’s eyes are closed and he looks peaceful where his face is buried into Stiles’ plaid, nuzzling every so often. 

Stiles stares at the TV without taking much in, exhausted after a long day of work, Derek in the same boat where he lays in his lap. Few words are exchanged between them, and they really should heat up dinner soon, but it’s too comfortable here and they’re both so tired.

The evening is quiet and calm and they fight to keep the energy how it is, private and just for them, hushed.

“How was your day?” Stiles murmurs, voice low and fatigued, as he strokes a thumb against Derek’s temple.

Derek answers in a long sigh. 

“Same,” Stiles agrees. He moves his palm to the back of Derek’s neck, and Derek sinks further against him, shoulders slumping and arms tightening around Stiles’ abdomen. Stiles squeezes his nape and Derek groans, eyebrows pinching in like he’s relieved and turned on all at the same time, on top of being slightly confused at what he’s feeling. He’s still getting used to being taken care of like this, letting go of control, letting Stiles take over when it’s what they both need.

Stiles’ grip on him feels like safety, security, and Derek shivers unintentionally, like he always does. And Stiles observes, smirking, like he always does.

He pets the skin and the fine hairs there, stroking gently, as Derek continues nuzzling into him, attempting to hide his pink face and failing. He refuses to open his eyes. 

He looks cute when he’s embarrassed.

“Did you get everything done at work, at least?” Stiles asks, knowing Derek had some deadlines coming up. Derek nods into his shirt, and Stiles’ hand returns to the top of his head.

“Good,” Stiles says, and Derek shivers again, twitching, his body betraying how much the single word affects him.

Rated E | Sterek | 17k

Moodboard by @wolfspurr for this year's @sterekreversechallenges!

A loose Heated Rivalry-inspired sterek AU hehe - who else likes 'em some Heated Rivalry? 🥰 (you don't need to know anything about it to read this fic though!)

🏒 rival pro hockey players w/ benefits to lovers~ 🏒 banter, mutual pining, smuttttt™️ 🏒 soft derek, unhinged stiles, "can't breathe without you" sterek

Tags: Modern AU | Inspired by Heated Rivalry | Rival Pro Hockey Players Sterek | Pack Alpha Derek | Spark Stiles | Rivals/Friends With Benefits | Getting Together | Mutual Pining | Confessions | Soft Pining Derek | Unhinged Stiles | Sterek Is Bad at Feelings | Misunderstandings | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Banter | Shameless Smut | Porn With Plot | Not Much Hockey | Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski | Fluff and Smut | Brief Mention of Scott/Isaac | Meet the Parents | Alternating Sterek POV

Summary:

Hockey stars Derek and Stiles are rivals on the ice, but little does anyone know that they’ve been friends with benefits off the ice for years. Both know that anything more is a danger to their hockey careers, regardless of their emotions—will they be able to breathe free and unshackled together, or will they suffocate under the pressures in their way?~ 🏒💫