H5-0SuperWolf

Erica Hawkes (Canadian Artist)

"WHISPER COAST".

Acrylic on Canvas, 36" x 48".

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(TITLE)

Fingers Crossed

(MAIN RELATIONSHIP)

Derek/Stiles (Teen Wolf)

(ADDITIONAL TAGS)

Alternate Universe - High School / POV Alternating / Canon Typical Violence / Magical Stiles Stilinski / Bullied Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things / Soulmates / Slow Burn

(SUMMARY)

“Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?”

Stiles looked up and shook his head. “No… what is it?”

“It’s the idea that the smallest of situations, can set the biggest consequences in motion. A butterfly flapping it’s wings on one side of the world, creates a hurricane on the other.”

He nodded, that’s exactly how this situation sounds right now. If he and Scott never went out that fateful night and looked for that body, or if he and Derek never became friends, or hell, if he never agreed to Deatons plan in the first place… then none of this would be happening.

written for the 6/02/26 @sterekdrabbles challenge. the prompt words were FISH, SNAIL, and MOAN. Rated M

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“You're seriously trying to fish for compliments right now?” Derek huffs a laugh into Stiles's hair as long fingers struggle to open the stupid button fly of Derek's jeans. “A snail could get my pants down quicker than this.” 

“Just fuck off and tell me what a great seducer I am, asshole.”

Stiles may have never done this on the fly (ha!) before now, and certainly not in the preserve where anyone could happen upon them, but—

Stiles is vindicated when a pathetic moan escapes Derek as Stiles finally triumphs, sinks to his knees, and swallows Derek down whole.

There are teeth marks, hickies and bruises on his body. The hickies are still that bright shade of purple and red, the teeth marks look almost terrifying, and the bruises look well...colorful.

He brings up one of his hands up to his neck, gently stroking one of the marks, he flinches away when he feel the indents of the teeth marks, but then his eyes dart to his hips and brings both hands down and just places them on top of rather large handprints and shakingly breaths out.

He's in absolute awe, but a little excited at how much Derek marked him up that he doesnt even realize that he's been smiling the whole time he's been staring at himself.

Biting his lip, he continues to caress and touch more of the marks, it's not long before he hears movement from the bedroom, his eyes are still locked onto his body, before they move to Derek who's now standing in the doorway with a dark look on his face, almost like he's proud of the marks.

Derek then moves to the boy, and gently places his hands on Stiles' hips, and dips his head towards Stiles' neck and softly kisses the skin before breathing him in.

"Mine." Derek whispers, letting his tongue slip out, licking the marks around the boys neck, tightening his grip on the hips in his hands.

"I can't beleive you just said that," Stiles hissed, leaning into Derek's space while the alpha werewolf quirked one eyebrow at him, looking entirely too smug for Stiles's liking, his cheeks still on fire after having been caught by Derek watching a little... adults-only viewing material.

"Mmm. But I did. And the best part is," Derek leaned in until they were practically nose-to-nose and his overwhelmingly woodsy scent that Stiles wanted to drown in washed over him. "No one will ever beleive you."

Stiles made a sound like a dying moose, flailing his arms in protest when Derek winked and pulled back, pausing only to boop the tip of Stils's nose with one long finger before he turned and sauntered away, chuckling to himself.

"You... you..."

"Gotta go. I have a live stream later that I need to prepare for."

Derek didn't look back as he said it, leaving Stiles there completely flabbergasted.

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