so stiles is grown up now and bulked out somewhat and strong and all derek can think about is having stiles pin him down on the mattress where he's daydreamed about stiles fucking him so many times. derek can't control his lust anymore or the way it seeps out through the edges every single time he looks at stiles.

somehow stiles likes him back and somehow they end up in bed and stiles is on the bottom and derek nearly whines with want. he wants stiles but not like this, he wants stiles to top him and fuck him and take him until he can't breathe, until he can't smell or see or taste anything but stiles.

derek can't wait anymore, the need overwhelming him. another pitiful whine leaves the back of his throat and he flips them over. stiles understands, of course he does, and he bites down on derek's neck and derek nearly cries, because this is what he wants. this is all he's wanted but hardly let himself hope for. and now stiles is grinding against him and grabbing the lube with raised eyebrows, and derek appreciates him asking but he doesn't have to, because derek is all stiles', now and forever.

stiles' long fingers thrust and stim inside him, tease and fuck him, and derek presses his eyes closed and grips the sheets with his claws and rocks back onto stiles' digits, and whines and cries and begs, with stiles' mouth inhaling all his pretty, desperate noises. stiles bites his bottom lip, tugging it gently, and derek growls and pants and pleads. begs stiles to take him now, to fuck him, please, it's all he wants, please, stiles.

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Derek kisses him for the first time one night when the moon is almost full and the stars light up the darkened sky. His fangs nip Stiles' lip and he licks up the blood. Stiles just moans. possessiveness, 3k

Derek is possessive. He'd say it's in his nature, but he wasn't like this before.

Before Stiles.

Something about the boy makes his fangs draw out of his gums and his claws lengthen. Stiles has saved his life many times, too many times — from the cops, the kanima, even the nogitsune, from Stiles' body himself. Stiles has wormed his way into Derek's heart, under his skin, left his scent on Derek's clothes and neck without realizing what he's done.

But who is Derek kidding. It's Stiles. Of course he knows. Stiles knows everything.

There have been several… exit points in Derek's life. More than he can count, but times that would have been easy for him to leave the world. He's been in the mindset to want to, having nothing left to keep him here. But now, there's Stiles, and if nothing else, then Derek needs, yearns, to protect Stiles with all that he can, sink his claws into the boy and wrap his body around his and keep him close. Keep him near, keep him safe, keep him alive. Because now, without either of them acknowledging it directly, Stiles is his.

It's beyond things like Derek sneaking up onto Stiles' roof or into his room to guard him while he sleeps and awaken him from nightmares. It's beyond scenting him at pack meetings or watching his back as they fight the next big bad. No, Derek does more.

Stiles often wonders what Derek does during the day while he's at school, while the pack is busy doing normal teenage things. Derek doesn't tell him directly, but one day they make eye contact while Stiles is jogging on the track field.

There's a large black wolf hidden in the shadows of the forest, and its eyes are glowing red as they lock with Stiles' amber gaze, and Stiles stares, and then winks.

"See you later, Sourwolf," he says under his breath, and continues jogging with scarlet eyes watching and watching him.

So I was wondering if there are fic about this scene or this time around and this is a part of it

Thank you so much <3

oof I only found, like, three? 😭

Interlude by haletostilinski

After Stiles saved Derek (and Derek saved Stiles) from the FBI raid in the finale, but before they make it back to Beacon Hills for the final fight, they find a remote motel to hole up in for the night, and when feelings are confessed, they decide to take their burgeoning relationship to the next level. With the crazy world they live in, getting a pocket of time to find some happiness together is an opportunity neither Stiles or Derek can choose to pass up on.

Let Slip the Dogs of War by Pdxtrent 

What really happened in 6B from Stiles’ perspective (because they are both clearly lying in the Vet Clinic).

Ricochet by glorious_spoon 

Chemistry

This is it so far, might be about 10k words?

Sterek, humans AU, post-college Stiles

Falling in love is formulaic. Just interest, proximity, and intent. Staying in love isn’t much different. It’s forethought, commitment, and work. Most people aren’t really interested in the second part. Most people think that love is a feeling, not a choice. Most people fail at love.

Unlike most people, Derek was wholly interested in both falling in love and staying in love. He knew love was a choice. However, he was very much like most people in that he failed at love, again and again. And he knew it was because of one, simple, inescapable truth.

Derek Hale was an irredeemable asshole.

He was educated, handsome, successful, and generous. But he would not, could not, handle sarcasm. Sure, he could recognize it well enough, and on rare occasions professionals used it successfully in writing or performances. But in real life, in day-to-day interactions? No. Absolutely not. Whenever he heard sarcasm, it sounded like someone trying to pull off a poorly executed insult or downright lie, then wave it off as a joke.

Not appreciating sarcasm did not make him an asshole per se, but calling it out every time he heard it absolutely made him an asshole. He had a near compulsive need to tell people that they were acting like bad liars, that they were not remotely funny, and, most importantly, that sarcasm was the most low-effort and immature form of verbal humor to ever exist. It was one step below fart jokes, which wasn't even a fair comparison, because fart jokes could actually be funny.

Naturally, Derek was not fun at parties.

Being educated, handsome, successful, and generous meant that he never lacked company if he wanted it. Most people were more than willing to tolerate him, up to a certain point. He had a long list of hookups and short-term partners, a few men but mostly women, since his romantic relationships never seemed to last more than a few months. But he wanted more, he wanted connection. Why was it so hard to find people that weren't sarcastic idiots?

Despite his failures, Derek still had hope. He was only 27, after all. He figured that he would find the right woman in his early 30s, someone more mature than the women who threw themselves at him now, only caring about his looks and his family's money. Until then, he tried his best to avoid idiots at all costs.

Sometimes, idiots were unavoidable, especially when family obligations were involved. It was a BBQ this time, to celebrate his youngest sister Cora's college graduation. There were at least 30 of her school friends, most of whom Derek didn't recognize. The few he did recognize sent sly looks and giggles his way, reminding him of the insufferable sleepovers from high school where Cora's friends would dare each other to bother him. Derek sighed, taking another sip of his beer and reminding himself that he promised his mother he would be polite. Which, relatively speaking, wasn't all that polite.

“You must be the famous Ice Prince all the sorority sisters are gushing about,” a voice said to his left, giving Derek a light nudge with his elbow. “And a few of the frat bros, too."

He turned to see one of Cora's friends standing next to him. He was close to Derek's height, with shaggy brown hair and golden-honey eyes. Derek noticed he had a small, dark mole on his left cheek.

“Excuse me?” Derek replied.

“Oh shit, did you not know they all call you that? Well, I'm honored to be the one to break the news,” the man said with a smile.

Derek scowled at the stranger, already feeling the vein in his temple bulge with the effort to be polite.

“I see,” he bit out.

The nickname didn't bother him. He had been called far worse. It was the stranger's complete lack of grace, tact, and situational awareness that bothered him. Who started a conversation with an insult? Derek cracked his brain thinking of a way he could politely get out of this conversation.

“I'm Stiles, by the way. The Sheriff's kid. I'm telling you now because if you shit-talk my dad, I'm legally obligated to tell on you."

The vein in his temple bulged larger.

“Understood,” Derek replied coldly.

This was hell. Next time his family threw a party, Derek was going to say he was sick. He would even take time off work to sell the story.

“Wow, they weren't kidding with the whole ice prince thing. Then again, I guess it was a pretty shitty opener.

What better use of learning how to bind books than to bind your own writing?

A love letter to sterek and my favourite road trip movie Elizabethtown:

begin your journey and do not skip ahead by spoilerfreak

It took such a long time to put my daydreams into a word doc and even longer to immortalize them in a book form. My middle name is "eventually" if you didn't know.

I’d love some recs where Stiles tames feral werewolf Derek, like in “Waiting” by isthatbloodonhisshirt

thanks!!!

oh that's my fave trope! I tried to search for feral "out of his mind" Derek and not just full-shift Derek who understands everything... I should write it...

Ultimate Guide to Building a Pack by FinchInTheMines

Derek flies off the handle at Stiles after Scott's betrayal, only to realize that Stiles is both injured and looking to check on how he is doing. They don't have a chance to reconcile as they are both captured by hunters working under Gerard. They turn the alpha feral in order to get him to kill Stiles but something different happens instead, leaving the two boys to work out their feelings and issues while recovering from the encounter and trying to rebuild the Hale pack.

when sterek get married, they both cry when they say their vows.

derek tries to pretend he doesn't notice the moisture welling up in his eyes, at the same time as he's helping to brush away stiles' own tears. he leaves his hand there, cupping stiles' face, stroking his beaming cheek with his thumb as he gazes at him so tenderly, and listens as stiles makes it through his speech without completely losing it.

stiles grips his wrist with one hand and interlaces his fingers with the other one, so they're touching everywhere they can. nobody exists around them right now; not lydia officiating, not john in the front row, not melissa sniffing and blotting her own tears. all that matters is each other, and the last moments before they're joined together officially.

derek says his vows with a smile, soft and warm just for stiles, and stiles cries again, or maybe he never stopped. he can't believe he's here, with the person he loves most in the universe. all for him, all his own.

when the time comes for them to kiss, they don't break away for ages, too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else. derek kisses stiles hard, and stiles melts into him and clings to him and then they're making out and scott gags but all derek can feel is stiles' smile against his lips and stiles' fingers in his hair and stiles' body against his own.

his mate, his husband. his.