SterekLoverForever

anyways, trying to dive deep into what uncanny valley actually is or looks like and saw some post making an argument as to why clark kent should be uncanny valley.. but it had me thinking about Derek (and i guess werewolves in general)

like ?? (and correct me if i’m dumb) but they should be seen as unsettling, offputting, not exactly human, just masquerading as one to the unsuspecting world.

but even to the ones that do know, hunters, other supernatural beings, would they still not be creepy?

a werewolf trying to pass as human in their everyday life should look weird. they don’t move like everyone else, don’t walk like everyone else, they’re shifty, especially in the eyes.. speaking of, their eyes flashing, glowing, fading from one color to the next, whether they’re stealthy about it or not

this sexy ass gifset being the prime example

everything about Derek (or werewolves in general, at least born wolves) should look weird, creepy, a little frightening

[and of course Stiles is still into Derek’s little freaky ass]

Derek: Okay.

*Later*

Derek: *gives Erica flowers*

Erica: ???

Boyd: ???

“Is it… safe?” he said slowly. Derek opened one eye. “Define safe.” “To unchain a werewolf in a school full of emotionally unstable teenagers and questionable architecture.” Derek considered that for a moment, then spoke. “No,” he said. “Excellent,” Stiles said. “I was worried it might be straightforward.”

DIVINE

sterek | E | 7,3k | ao3

Tags: Historical; Alternate Universe – Medieval; Kidnapping; Paganism; Evil Gerard Argent; Non-Consensual Touching; Threats of Rape/Non-Con; no actual non-con; Creepy Gerard Argent; Full Shift Werewolves; Sех in Full Shift Werewolf Form (Teen Wolf); Dubious Consent; Somnophilia; consent is dubious bc Stiles is asleep; Boypussy Stiles Stilinski; Knotting; Voyeurism; as in derek's pack of wolves watches them; Implied Future Mpreg; I make it sound like it's all smut when it's not; Blood and Violence; Murder; Pack Alpha Derek Hale; Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.

“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”

Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.

Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.

Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.

actually……… i do !!!!!! LMAO as an alpha derek/omega stiles enjoyer i got you it’s going to be quite a long list

ok first, please go explore hedwig221b, standinginanicedress and Dexterous_Sinistrous’ fics. you will find the best of the best abo fics of our fandom there

but also read this FIRST if you haven’t yet >> Untouchable by @hedwig221b ((this will change your sterek brain chemistry forever))

• so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos ((i’m so insane about this fic you have no idea))

• You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26

• A WereCompeer by dirtymuse

• And the Cold Pulls You Down by blacktofade

• Blood Run by AnotherSigh

• Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

• Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning by @quackquackcey

• Alpha Nose Best by CharWright5

• A Convenient Marriage by @dexterous-sinistrous

• Surely It's Impossible by Stiles_Hale_38

• forever and then some by @evanesdust

• in the eyes of the beholder series by dumpac

• if it's meant to be, it'll be by DeancebraArt, EvanesDust

• I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

• Con los ojos cerrados - with eyes wide shut by Arver7

• Only Fools Do What I Do by CharWright5

• The Weight of an Enchanted Heart by 1jet2unknown, PalenDrome

• Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll

• mere echoes of the spring by RequiemForTheWolves

• Boys Like You by reillyblack

• Something Whole by isabelbarret

• Meant to be One by sunhazeheart

• you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

• Knot Thinking With Your Head by KnottheWolf

• Survival of the Species by Lissadiane

• Neon Flashing Signs by Karla_Kattz

i also compiled a list of siand’s fics in my #standinginanicedress tag, so feel free to check that out too

Derek: I’m sure we can figure something out

Stiles: Oh yeeeeah?

Never at work, they’re both too professional to let that happen (and Stiles thinks it’s a health and safety hazard—Derek agrees on this). But at 2am when they’re all done binge drinking and closing down, they’ll stumble to one or the other’s place, falling into bed and spitting insults at each other while fucking nasty. Stiles calls Derek a meathead who only thinks with his dick. Derek calls Stiles a fucking slut. It’s brutal, it’s toxic.

But then there’s one time where they both had a bad shift and they’re both too exhausted to really get into it, instead chasing their pleasure in the other—silent except for the moans and whines and grunts emanating from both of them. They fall asleep after, waking up in a content tangle with the knowledge that something the night before has shifted.

They start seeing each other outside of work, excusing the excursions by saying it’s just easier than dating. Stating that it’s only once, but they still hate the other. It’s not once. They go to the zoo. They go to the club. They go to a museum. They go to movies and the library and record stores and walks.

Months later Stiles wakes up from a dead sleep with the realization that they’re like dating. Like… actually dating. Terrified, he turns to Derek who’s mumbling about going back to sleep.

“Derek… we’re not dating… are we?”

One of the things that Derek totally hates about humans is their tendencies to cheat. To werewolves mates are sacred. Once they find their other half they mate for life and devout every breath to keep a strong bond with their mate.

But humans? Derek has seen them cheating before, after and while getting mated. (-The word is "married", Derek. -Same thing)

He has seen them talk shit about their mates behind their backs and then act as if everything was ok. He's smelled the lovers around newlyweds. He's seen human mates hurting and killing each other on the morning News.

Humans are dishonest, disloyal, deceitful, unreliable. Even for their own kind.

Then why does he feel so safe around Stiles?

Why does he feel that he can trust him?

Boyd: Yes, we all knew your bi train arrived in gay town when you met him.

The him in question:

It takes Derek a second to process the question. More than a second, actually. Because he has no fucking clue what happened here. All he knows is that he went from shouting at Stiles about his recklessness to -

Well. There was some kissing, after the shouting. And then there was the hurried, embarrassingly desperate rush to Derek’s bed. Jesus.

“I don’t know,” Derek admits, staring at the ceiling.

If he had to try to explain it, he’d probably say that it was…inevitable. Now that they’re both back in Beacon Hills, they’ve been spending a lot of time together and maybe they’ve fallen back into their old patterns. Where they bicker and snark at each other but actually rely on each other more than anyone else. And Derek hasn’t actually had a date in a while, or anything resembling one. Not to mention the almost-tangible sexual tension between the two of them over the past… Well. Forever.

He sort of wants to ask if Stiles is okay. If they’re okay, their friendship, their pack relationship. Derek’s never tried to have a platonic pack relationship with a guy who sucked his dick. But the words are caught in his chest, his throat; he can still see it, in his mind’s eye, the way Stiles had grinned when they were finally naked, the way his eyes had darkened and his tongue had slipped between his lips to make his mouth look all wet and lush. Fuck. Just thinking about it is making his skin all tight again, making blood rush south.

He should ask Stiles’ opinion. On exactly what happened. How they went from bickering to foreplay to mutual orgasms. He cares a little more about what happens next, though.

“Nobody taught you how to separate colors, huh?” Stiles asks with a laugh in his voice, and Derek frowns at the confusing shift in topic.

“What?” he asks as he shoves himself up on his elbows, finally looking up at where Stiles is standing by the foot of the bed. He’s poised against Derek’s dresser, still naked, rifling through his underwear drawer. Holding a pair of pink boxers. “Oh,” Derek exhales. “Is that - that’s what you meant.”

Stiles smirks as he waves the boxers in Derek’s direction. “Yeah. Didn’t picture you as a pink underwear kinda guy. Honestly, I’m surprised you had white underwear to turn pink.”

“It was an accident, obviously.”

“The purchasing of white underwear?”

Derek sighs as he collapses onto his back again. The ceiling fans whirls and whirls without a care, disinterested. “One of Eli’s sweaters got into the whites pile last week. Bunch of his socks are pink now too.”

“Very cute. I bet Miss Pearl loves that.”

Eli’s first-grade teacher, the heroine of their household lately. Eli worships her almost as much as he does Stiles, which is really saying something.

“I’m gonna wear these,” Stiles tells him as he steps into the pink shorts. “Since my underwear got torn by an impatient werewolf.”

Derek winces. “Shit, really?”

“It’s cool,” Stiles laughs. “Definitely worth it. Next time you wanna rip something off me, I’ll wear my cheapest rags.”

Derek’s heart beat a little faster. “Next time?”

“Well, you know.” Stiles’ smile is a little hesitant - shy, maybe - as he dresses. Jeans over pink boxers. Shirt over naked shoulders. “Now that we’ve crossed the line, seems like it might happen again. But I get it if - well. I know Eli’s your priority, so.”

Eli is his priority. But Stiles is pretty special to him too. And Derek doesn’t want to have just the one memory, the one rushed encounter. He wants…more. He wants to take his time. He wants to memorize the feeling of Stiles’ skin under his hands, the taste of him, the musical thumping of his heart. Now that he’s given into his urges, he doesn’t want to stop.

“The next time,” Derek says, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels, “can be right now, if you want.”

Stiles beams. “You just want your pink undies back.”

“They look better on you.”

“I think you’re supposed to say something about them looking better on your floor.”

“Pretend I said that, then.”

He laughs, bright and loud, and kneels on the mattress, crawling his way back up to Derek. His honey-colored eyes examine Derek’s face in fast movements, leaning in slowly enough that Derek could protest the offer of a kiss. But he doesn’t. He accepts Stiles’ mouth eagerly, in fact.

“You think Auntie Cora will wanna keep him a little longer today?” Stiles asks between kisses.

“She owes me,” Derek says.