Someone needs to sex me right now!

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.

"Heyyyyyy dad you're home early, it- uh- it's not what it looks like?" "It looks like someone's getting mauled" "Well I like to think the mauling's mutual-aaand he's covering his eyes, uh, stellar choice there, really 10/10 the judges are going wild-" "I'm going to Melissa's. Breakfast in the morning, both of you." "see I told you he wouldn't mind, now calm down and put those headlights away already"

1.5 years of sterek brainrot and I've somehow never drawn derek with red eyes nor the classic trope of the sheriff walking in on them? for shame, mel.

Any story featuring feral derek or him getting a little lost in his instincts are so important to me - this man who never gets to keep anything good in his life digging his claws into stiles and saying no, this one is mine, you can't have him - you see the vision 💭💭

a closeup as well as the lines under the cut, bc i quite like them on their own too:

They needed a pack. A strong pack to help rid Beacon Hills of the Vampires that had invaded the territory. Both victims and members were doubling nearly every night and their own pack was too small to keep up. Most of the original members had left the state. Lydia to college, Kira to train her powers… Stiles had gone to join the FBI—not that he still counted as a beta. Stiles may have forgiven his best friend after the fallout with Theo but he had refused to join into the McCall pack after.

Really the only betas Scott had were Derek, Theo, Liam, Hayden and Deaton. Mason was available to help sometimes but he wasn’t bonded in and Malia also played the fence more often than not. Parish claimed he was an officer first and though always willing to help he couldn’t promise his loyalty to the group over his duty.

Scott was mostly a good alpha, all things considered and though he did fine in training his betas he was absolute, utter shit in this aspect of being the leader. He hadn’t shown the proper respect to the elders. Hadn’t introduced his second or emissary like he should have and when other alphas had stepped upto scent him he had ignored the obvious invitation to mark one another’s neck in favor of offering a handshake. It was a gesture of trust, one most wolves took as a contract of peace during these parleys and Scott had shunned them all. It was insulting and Derek watched in dismay as the possible alliances dissolved before they even began.

The meeting hadn’t even started! Packs being brought in and introduced and they were waiting on the last one. A pack from Vermont that was said to be the most feared on the East Coast. Apparently their previous alpha had been known as a sadistic, merciless, born wolf who ran his pack with an iron fist. It was said one of his betas had challenged him and won, taking his alpha spark and his remaining betas with little effort and though rumors had spread throughout their network no one had actually seen or met the new alpha. This would be the first time and Derek knew it was their literal, last chance at gaining a helping hand. He could only hope the new alphas disgust for vampires was stronger than any insult Scott handed out.

“Introducing the new Hale Pack of Burlington, now headed by Alpha Mi-Mix…Mie—”

“Don’t worry, it’s a heck of a name. No offense taken, everyone can call me Stiles.” Derek’s head whipped up to see the familiar lithe form striding forward, a pack of 16 betas trailing closely behind.

Hale? He thought numbly to himself as he took Stiles in.

He had filled out since last Derek saw him. Broader around the shoulders and arms though his waist was slimmer. The awkward, flailing limbs now settled calmly down at his side. Confidence and self assurance blanketing the air around him. It was his face though that stopped Derek short… 4 long, distinct claw marks marred his pale skin. The scar traveling from the top of the right side of his forehead, crossing over his eyebrow, his nose and ending down the left side of his throat.

“S-Stiles!?” Scott gasped out in surprise, ignoring how every other council member bowed their head in welcome and congratulations at the new alpha.

Stiles nodded politely at the council before coming to a stop in front of the McCall pack, his warm amber eyes flickering over familiar faces before they landed on Derek.

“Hey Sourwolf. Long time no see.”

“Stiles…” Derek moved on instinct, reaching out to grab him, to reassure himself that this really was Stiles when a dark growl erupted from the entourage.

“Get your hands off him!” One of the betas snarled, moving to step forward when Stiles flashed his red eyes, leveling her with a dark, dangerous look that had her reeling back.

“Eva!” Stiles hissed, his voice eerily soft but the warning was evident in the otherwise silent room. “When you speak to Talia Hale’s son you will do so with respect! In fact, any of my pack who addresses Derek will do so with the same regard you give me. Is that understood!?” The betas all bared their neck at the command and Stiles’ eyes waned back to their normal whisky color. “Apologize Eva. Now.”

“My apologies. Alpha Hale.” She murmured, chastised and Derek was aware of the council members watching the exchange in interest.

“I’m not an alpha.” He said, meeting Stiles’ gaze.

“You’ll always be my alpha. Spark or not.” Stiles replied nonchalantly, causing Derek’s breath to catch. “We got word that you were in a bit of trouble so we’re here to help.”

“You’re a human! You can’t be an alpha!” Scott cried out indignantly and Derek couldn’t stop the hot wave of embarrassment that settled over him at Scott’s words. It was one thing for Scott to miss the social cues but another entirely to outright argue an alphas position. Anyone else would have taken it as a challenge but Stiles smirked, looking at him for the first time since he entered the room.

“I can’t?” Stiles gasped in feigned disbelief. “Oh my god! Councilor Cree! Did you know this? You sent out an invitation to an imposter! My eyes must be a trick of the light!” There was a round of snickering before Stiles regarded Scott once more.

“You should freshen up on your lore Scotty. I challenged Alpha Beck and fought him in a fair fight. I killed him and took his spark. Wolf or not the title falls to me… And who says I’m human?”Scott seemed speechless at that and Stiles motioned to his left where a dark skinned woman with shimmering golden hair stepped forward. “I have no second but this is my Left Hand, Lexi. She’s at your service.” Stiles said to Derek. And then, he moved forward, neck bared in invitation and Derek didn’t hesitate to scent him, running his nose over the scarred skin before offering his throat in return.

Stiles mimicked the movement, a proper greeting before slinking back. “I’m sorry for trespassing on Hale land. I’d like to ask permission to go see my father once the meeting is over.”

“You’re always welcome here Stiles. Always.” And it’s wrong. So very wrong, because it’s Scott who Stiles should ask for permission. It’s Scott who Stiles should greet and McCall finally understood this too when he stepped between them. ”Derek isn’t an alpha!” Scott snarled and Lexi growled back in return, her golden eyes flashing in anger.

“I was about to say the same about you.” Stiles teased, holding a hand up to quiet his beta. It’s a return at the insult but Scott didn’t seem the least interested in acknowledging it. His disbelieving eyes roaming over the man’s face.

“Stiles! What happened? You don’t smell like a wolf!” Stiles eyes finally narrowed, the anger now clearly etched on his features when he glared steadily back.

“I’m not a Were Scott. I’m a spark. An alpha spark.”

“You came to help us?”

“I came to help Derek. My alliance is with him, he’s my alpha.”

“He’s not-”

“He is. Mine. I am a Hale. I’ve always been a Hale. I’ll always be a Hale! And if he can’t wear the alpha spark I’ll wear it for him. My loyalty is to the true guardian of Beacon Hills. Alpha, beta or omega, whatever he is I will follow him and my pack will follow me.”

Except Derek doesn’t so much as cuddles Stiles, but bear hugs him like he’s grappling his prey when they sleep together, so Stiles always wakes up molded against Derek.

Stiles: (limb-locked with Derek’s vice-like arms and legs around him, face smushed against his chest) …derek. air?

Derek had kicked off his shoes, picked Stiles up in his arms, not hearing a single word his mate said — just stomped over to the couch and still keeping Stiles curled in his arms, burying his head in the slope of Stiles’ neck.

This one?

Yeah

In a universe where our Derek DID end up marrying Stiles? Yeah, well

He wakes up, kisses stiles

"morning stiles" and not even a second later "morning Scott"

He can't even be irritated about it, cause Scott is his friend, and yeah, when he married stiles he knew they were like a matching set of "buy one get two"

He didn't know it would be quite like this tho

Oh well.

he would crawl on the ground drooling at Derek’s feet, begging to get fucked please please i’ll do anything please i can call you daddy would you like that? i want you so bad i need you please please Alpha i need you please fuck me please? if you don’t i’ll die daddy please i’ll be good i’ll be so fucking good please.

rubbing his face on Derek’s crotch mouth open and panting wetly. he wants it so bad, he wants Derek so bad he’s losing his mind. he’s so horny and it’s all for him, all for Derek and no one else.

but even so he may try to ragebait Derek in his desperation. threatening to find someone else to fuck him if Derek doesn’t do it himself. it’s empty threats of course. Stiles is like this for one person only and it’s Derek. but still the ragebait usually works like a charm.

Derek not knowing how to handle all of that but god damn if he doesn’t want to at least try. Stiles is so fucking pretty and so perfect. it’s so easy to say yes to him. it’s so easy to give him whatever he wants, it’s almost scary.

anytime they fuck, Stiles is just left wanting more. more of Derek’s body, more of his love, more of his everything. Derek gives him an inch and he wants a mile and every time Derek indulges him.

Stiles sticks out like a sore thumb but he’s so fucking cute everyone dotes on him. especially Derek. everyone fusses over him to make sure he’s warm and cozy and well fed and has everything he could ever possibly need. and it’s not necessarily in a warm way either its all very gruff but very natural? as if its all instinctual to the wolves to be this way with Stiles, with a human Omega.

Stiles is like wait am i a pet or something? and why do i like it?

Derek feeds him off his own plate during evening meals, lets him drink from his own cup. keeping him either in his lap or very close against him.

at night he uses Stiles’ body and makes Stiles see stars, drives him mad with need and lust and transforms him into someone he’s never imagined he could ever be, begging for more, begging to be bred full, to be knotted and claimed again and again.

it doesn’t take long for Stiles to actually get pregnant. he doesn’t even have time to develop symptoms to find out because Derek’s nose picks up on it eerily early. the other wolves too.

now the pack is even more doting and affectionate with him. hyper protective too. even from each other sometimes. if one wolf seem too close or too bold with him another wolf will snap their teeth at them, keeping each other in check when it comes to Stiles who’s in a delicate state.

He looks kinda skinny and gangly as a teen. He squirms and yelps and is super ticklish and his pain tolerance isn’t that high and he’s squeamish and doesn’t like needles or chopped off limbs or even blood really.

So everyone is kinda stunned when he starts throwing punches that topples werewolves to the floor. He trains with the betas and they still have more advantages than him of course, but it’s not easy to take him down.

Noah Stilinski walks around looking like “reluctantly handsome single dad who definitely reads crime novels in bed” and we all just accepted that. man ages like he’s in an anti-gravity chamber. should be illegal.

and then there’s Stiles Stilinski, who somehow manages to be chaotic, sleep-deprived, sarcastic, and still one of the most attractive disasters on television. he shows up with his hoodie, his hyperfixation eyes, and his 3 hours of sleep, and it still works.

together? devastating. catastrophic. a genetic double feature. the hottest father-son duo in supernatural teen drama history and it’s not even close.

they show up to a crime scene and the whole vibe becomes “good cop, feral cop.” they argue, they care, they joke, they save each other’s lives like it’s a weekly hobby, and meanwhile everyone watching at home is yelling into a pillow because attractiveness apparently runs in their bloodstream like a hereditary curse.

Somehow Derek turned human (again) and this time Stiles was the one who had to act as his Human-Yoda. Anyways, some weeks later Derek begins to understand how difficult it is to be human.

Run one night with the pack? = sore muscles

Sleep in a bad position? = sore muscles

No water in some hours? = headache

Lego on the floor? = extreme pain

Furniture corners? = life threats

One night awake doing research? = Low battery the next day

Beach day? = Burned skin

Cold water shower? = Dripping nose and constant sneezing

Eventually he becomes a werewolf again, but now he understands and respects Stiles a lot more. Who could have thought that such weak creatures could overcome so many obstacles and tolerate so much pain?(specially being part of a pack).

Without anyone knowing he talks to Melissa, who gives him a human-nurse flash curse.

Next time Stiles gets ill Derek is ready: chicken soup, soft blankets and medicine.

When Stiles runs for his life in the forest Derek is ready: massages and calming scents.

When the pack has to spend a cold night hiding from hunters in the wild, Derek is ready: a scarf, a coat and pocket heaters hidden on the Camaro.

Derek is a huge softy (as Stiles usually calls him while they cuddle) and loves taking care of people, that's why (after a lot of convincing from Stiles and Melissa) Derek started college. A lot of medicine books soon filling the loft.

like that mixture of feelings.

but not at Stiles’ house. because for some reason i think Stiles’ feelings wouldn’t be the same if he was caught with Derek somewhere else.

like maybe at the burnt out Hale house or even the abandoned train depot (less that one, im much more focused on the Hale house for this)

the Hale house is almost a sacred place. or at least that’s what it becomes to Stiles. Derek lives here still. in this burnt out shell. he haunts it. Stiles joins him in this space, meets him halfway.

they make love in this space. Stiles confesses a lot of things to Derek in this sacred haunted place. deep in the woods where everything smells lush and green and like Derek and so fresh. the hint of old smoke only adds to the whole thing.

it becomes a sanctuary almost. where Stiles feels safe and alive and whole and so wanted. he has never felt more tangible than when he lets Derek have his way with him on the bare mattress in the room at the back of the house.

he’s learned more about Derek in this place than anywhere else. just by watching him. Derek looking almost at ease here, with the ghosts of his past.

this is Derek’s home and den. it doesn’t matter if it’s broken. it’s still precious and Stiles feels ridiculously protective of it and of Derek.

so when his dad shows up in his cruiser and bursts the bubble of primitive domesticity they develop here together, Stiles is not okay.

Derek hears him coming of course but doesn’t say anything. the moment before Stiles hears the cruiser roll up he puts on a shirt and slowly makes his way to the front of the house and Stiles scrambles after him not bothering with his shoes.

“why didn’t you say anything?! you must have heard him coming?!”

Stiles’ heart is doing weird things in his chest, it starts hammering and there’s a painful pressure and a ball of emotions is forming at the back of his throat.

but Derek doesn’t say anything to that. he stops at the door and gives Stiles a soft look then brushes his knuckles gently on his cheek before getting out onto the porch.

Stiles hurries out after him and stops in his tracks when he sees his dad isn’t alone in the cruiser. there’s another deputy. his stomach falls to his feet and he sends Derek a helpless look before launching himself down the porch and towards his dad who’s getting out of the cruiser along with the deputy.

Stiles asks his dad what he’s doing here and immediately sets his dad off.

“i should be the one asking that, get in the car. now.”

but Stiles doesn’t move. asks again what he’s doing here. Stiles knows him, he knows his father. he knows what he’s about to do. and maybe it’s Stiles’ fault. maybe he should have been honest and told his dad about things. about this. about where he spent all of his time lately. but Stiles hadn’t wanted to. he still doesn’t.

“you’re not going to do that, i’m not gonna let you so YOU get in the car and leave.”

Stiles has never spoken to his dad like that in his life. it feels almost alien to do so but it also feels imperative.

his father’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline in surprise before his face hardens and turns cold and he takes a long breath, about to speak but Stiles doesn’t let him.

“I won’t forgive you if you do. Do you get it? Dad, do you fucking get it? I- I love him. So. Get in the car and leave.”

Stiles’ eyes are glassy with unshed tears and his lips and hands are shaking. it’s mostly because of anger but behind that anger there’s a molten amalgamation of different emotions. Desperation, distress, fear, hope, love, so much love.

his father silently watches him for a long moment. then flits his eyes behind him, where Derek is standing on the porch, himself watching Stiles closely. then he looks back to Stiles for another long moment.

when he sees his dad’s shoulders slump he knows it’s over. he lets out a small sigh of relief and his dad gestures to the deputy to get back in the cruiser.

“it’s a school night be home at a reasonable hour.”

Stiles nods quickly even if his dad said the words without looking at him, getting back into the cruiser. Stiles wonders if he knows that he’s not alway home at night. that when he works doubles, Stiles is here, spending the night in Derek’s arms. maybe he does know or maybe not. doesn’t really matter.

the cruiser goes back the way it came. Stiles walks back to the porch, his socks humid from walking in the overgrown grass.

he can’t really look Derek in eyes once he’s up the steps and in front of him. he weirdly feels the need to apologize and doesn’t really know why. and he’s still feeling quite overwhelmed. raw. and doesn’t know why.

Derek gently pulls him to his chest, lips pressing to his forehead, one hand in his hair at the back of his head and Stiles melts against him, breath hitching, a few tears escaping. Derek shushes him softly, barely audible in between kisses to his forehead and hair.

no words are needed, Stiles understands him perfectly. Derek is saying thank you, i love you too, everything will be okay, i promise.

Derek: stiles, I- what the fuck? Are these- are you wearing overalls? Under your shirt?

Stiles: … okay look

Derek: Stiles…

Stiles: I didn’t know we were gunna be doing this today!

Derek: …

Which is to say: the coffee tastes burnt, the fridge is making a noise that sounds ominously sentient, and Peter is sitting at the kitchen island wearing Derek’s hoodie like he owns it.

Cora is there too, perched on the counter, swinging her legs and scrolling through her phone.

Stiles is also there.

Which is, Derek realizes belatedly, probably the problem.

Stiles is pacing.

Not the usual Stiles pacing, either. This is aggressive pacing. Arms flailing, words spilling out faster than Derek can track, socked feet slapping against the loft floor like he’s trying to wear a groove into it.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles says, gesturing wildly at absolutely nothing, “if you’re going to ignore your phone for twelve hours, maybe you could consider the fact that I might assume you’re dead? Or kidnapped? Or dead and kidnapped?”

“I was at the shop,” Derek says, evenly. Calmly. Patiently. Like a man who has had this argument before. “My phone died.”

Stiles spins on him. “Phones don’t just die, Derek. They give warnings. They blink. They vibrate. They cry out for help.”

Peter hums into his mug. “That last one might be projection.”

Cora snorts.

Derek shoots Peter a look. “Why are you still here?”

Peter smiles sweetly. “Your hospitality is unmatched.”

“Get your own coffee.”

“I did.” Peter taps the mug. “From your cabinet.”

Stiles throws his hands up. “See? This is what I’m talking about. Zero boundaries. No communication. Absolute emotional negligence.”

Derek frowns. “Why are you this upset?"

Stiles opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Opens it again.

“Well maybe,” Stiles says, voice rising just a little, “because when you disappear without telling me, my brain immediately decides you’ve run off on some reckless alpha martyr mission and I don’t find out until I’m identifying a body and-”

“I left you a note,” Derek says.

“You left me a Post-it that said ‘Back later.’”

“That is a note.”

“That is a threat.”

Cora leans toward Peter. “Is this-”

Peter nods. “Yes.”

Derek rubs his temples. “Stiles. I was gone half a day.”

“Half a day is six hours too long when you have a habit of almost dying,” Stiles snaps. “Sorry that I care about you.”

There it is.

The silence lands like a dropped plate.

Stiles freezes.

Derek freezes.

Peter slowly lowers his mug.

Cora blinks.

Stiles swallows, eyes wide, and then - because this is Stiles Stilinski and there is no off switch - he barrels straight through it.

“I mean obviously I care,” Stiles says quickly. Too quickly. “Because you’re, you know…you. And you’re important. And if something happened to you it would be bad. For me. Emotionally. Like, devastatingly bad. World-ending bad. Can’t-breathe bad. Which is normal. For friends. Best friends. Or…whatever we are.”

Derek’s brain has left the building.

Peter’s eyebrows are somewhere near his hairline.

Cora looks between them. “Wait,” she says slowly. “You’re not together?”

Stiles laughs. A little hysterically. “What? No. Why would we-”

Peter cuts in, delighted. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Derek croaks, “What?”

Cora hops off the counter. “We thought you were dating.”

Stiles stares at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

Peter gestures vaguely between Derek and Stiles. “The domesticity. The way you argue like an old married couple. The fact that Stiles sleeps here more than at his father’s house.”

“I sleep on the couch!” Stiles protests.

“With his hoodie as a pillow,” Peter says. “And his scent soaked into it.”

Derek’s ears are burning.

Cora shrugs. “Also you pack his lunch.”

“I pack everyone’s lunch!”

“You cut the crusts off his sandwiches.”

Stiles’ mouth opens. Closes. “He doesn’t like crusts.”

Derek mutters, “They’re unnecessary.”

Peter beams. “See? Courtship.”

Stiles turns slowly toward Derek. “Did you think that we were dating too?”

Derek finally finds his voice. “I…no. well…I didn’t-”

“You didn’t think to mention that?” Stiles demands.

Derek looks miserable. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?!"

“That I-” Derek stops. Breathes. Tries again. “That I like you.”

The world stops.

Stiles’ face goes completely blank.

“Oh,” he says.

Peter hums. “There it is.”

Cora grins. “Told you.”

Stiles’ laugh this time is soft. Disbelieving. “You - wait - you like me?”

Derek nods once. Then, because apparently today is the day of honesty, adds, “A lot.”

Stiles sways slightly. “Cool. Cool cool cool. Because I-” He gestures vaguely at himself. “I may have just accidentally confessed my undying devotion in front of your entire family.”

Peter raises his mug. “We’re touched.”

Cora claps. “This is better than TV.”

Stiles looks at Derek, eyes bright and a little watery. “I like you too. A lot. Like…ridiculously. I just didn’t think-”

Derek steps closer. Careful. Like Stiles might spook.

“I was going to ask you out,” Derek says. “Eventually.”

“Eventually,” Stiles echoes. “We live together.”

“I wanted to do it right.”

Stiles smiles. Soft and fond and completely undone. “You are doing it right.”

Peter clears his throat loudly. “So. Are we interrupting or-”

“Yes,” Derek and Stiles say in unison.

Cora laughs and heads for the door, grabbing Peter by the arm. “Come on. Let them figure it out.”

Peter allows himself to be dragged, calling over his shoulder, “Use protection! And labels!”

The door closes.

Silence.

Then Stiles exhales a laugh. “Well. That was a thing.”

Derek nods. “We should talk."

“Definitely.”

A beat.

Stiles steps forward and presses a quick, awkward kiss to Derek’s mouth.

Pulls back.

Grins.

“Hi,” he says.

Derek smiles back, slow and warm and absolutely certain. “Hi.”