#sterek fic

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.

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.

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.

Deserted

sterek | explicit | 37k | ao3

Tags: Tarzan AU, Falling in Love, Courting Rituals, First Time, Banter, Homesickness, Derek Hale Has A Big Dick, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Mutual Care

My smutty, slow build jungle survival sterek story now has beautiful artwork by @fr-wiwiw! I've been so excited to share this with you :)

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!

That is until they find Stiles bloody and injured deep in the woods after looking for him for two days, having engaged the entire supernatural population of Beacon Hills, the whole sheriff’s station and all of agent McCall’s special contacts. Stiles was no where to be found.

And the strangest part was that no one was able to track him – no phone, no scent, no sound, no foot prints or anything.

So when they finally find Stiles sitting on the forest ground, next to the steaming dead body of a wendigo, and he explains that he used one of Deaton’s runes to hide his tracks from them, because he wanted to do this by himself, and “you guys never believe that I can do anything by myself, but look. I did it. He’s dead” – Derek crashes out.

No one stops him when he screams at Stiles that he’s a fucking idiot, that he shouldn’t let Stiles go anywhere ever again for the rest of his life.

And Stiles’ weak attempt to joke it away with “what, you gonna lock me in your tower or something?” only fuels Derek’s crash out.

Derek screams back that yeah, you know what? He’s gonna lock Stiles up. He would have his dad throw him in a cell at the station, but that’s not gonna do is it??

No, he continues, voice shaking with anger. No, because you would find a way, wouldn’t you. You always find a way, you stupid reckless idiot.

Maybe I should hold you down myself. Maybe I should have Deaton build a cell, reinforce it with the darkest fucking magic and summon some fucking dragon or something to guard it. Maybe there’s a ritual that makes you stay right where I can see you at all times so you can never leave me ever, you hear me?

And when Stiles points out that that might be illegal actually, Derek shouts that he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care what it takes, as long as Stiles can’t wander around and be stupid and idiotic, as long as Derek doesn’t have to find his dead body.

Whatever it is, Derek’s gonna find it, and he’s gonna…and he’s gonna…

And he’s gonna sob uncontrollably into Stiles’ neck, apparently.

And Stiles is gonna hold him through it, and whisper that he’s sorry he scared him, he’s sorry he was so stupid, until there are only tiny sniffles left.