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idealuk · 1 year

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‘Teen Wolf: The Movie’ despite the absence of Stiles: A summation (now free of typos).

Eli Hale, clearly named after his great-grandfather, Elias Stilinski: 🤷🏻‍♂️... As long as I get to keep my other dad’s car (which symbolizes my dad’s strength) and can continue to be raised by my ‘uncle’ and ‘aunt’ I barely know and, until recently, my ‘aunt’ has been dead since she, herself, was a teenager. ... Wait. ... Who’s my mother?

🙄

... At least Jeff still had Jackson with Ethan (off-screen 🙄).

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justtothesea · 6 months

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Flu Game // Sterek

Summary: Stiles has a cold and Derek shows up to take care of him. 3k~ words

(hurt/comfort, getting together, friends to lovers, etc.)

Derek goes to prepare the bath. Once that’s all done Stiles lets himself be bridal carried to the bathroom, nuzzling into Derek's neck as they go.

"Dude, are you gonna see me naked?" He sounds a little loopy whenever Derek leeches any new little aches, feverish without the ill effects. "I don't think 'm ready for that at this stage of our relationship, Der'."

"No one's seeing you naked," Derek says. "I wouldn't inflict that onto the world."

Heey I wrote a fic and it's sterek ✨️w o w✨️

I am sick so this is some gratuitous hurt/comfort where Derek is the best nurse ever and there's feeeelings and I have no idea if anyone else will like it! but whatever I wrote this for me because I feel *awful* and I used a fob song for title because of course I did.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fic #myfic #stilesderek #teenwolf #sterek fic #stilesxderek #sourwolf

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sterekisperfect · 1 year

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Looking for someone to roleplay sterek with. Let me know if your intrested. Lolz. Only 18 and up interact please

#sterek #sterek rp #stilesxderek #derekxstiles

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roleplayfinder · 1 year

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Teen wolf roleplay

Hello i am looking for an 18+ roleplay partner who is comftable with NSFW and is experienced roleplayier. If romantic roleplay then i need someone who possibly knows to rp as a dominant personality in possible NSFW due to me not really having a dominant but submissive personality. I don't mind doing a platonic nor romantic roleplay or angst, and fluff. I mostly play on discord and/or wattpad but i am also comftable in roleplaying here on tumblr. I prefer roleplaying on Discord tho. Please write at least 5-10 lines as i usually write paragraphs.

Roleplays that i am looking for:

Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski x Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski x Isaac Lahey

I am also looking for a possible group roleplay partners that are alright with playing a poly relationship:

Stiles stilinski x Scott McCall x Derek Hale

Derek Hale- Open

Scott McCall-Open

Stiles Stilinski- Closed

Or Stiles Stilinski x Isaac Lahey x Derek Hale

Derek Hale - Open

Isaac Lahey - Open

Stiles Stilinski - Closed

Please note that i started watching teen wolf not long ago and i have just watched the first few seasons

Please like this Ad and i will reach out to you.

#eighteen and over #teen wolf #teen wolf roleplay #teen wolf rp #romance #romance roleplay #romance rp #angst #angst roleplay #angst rp #fluff #stilesxderek #stilesxscott #stilesxisaac #stilesxscottxisaac

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hi! I’m looking for a fic which I read recently but just can’t find - in it, werewolves are known and stiles is magic and lives with Scott. There’s a prophecy about the eyes of your mate and stiles thinks his is bullshit bc it’s like had green eyes which go yellow and later red but then he meets derek? Thank you!

Hey anon. @stilesxderek suggests this one. It's not exactly but it does have the thing about eyes. AND it's a great fic either way.

That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia

(1/1 I 28,818 I Explicit I Sterek)

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lost fic #magic!stiles

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gremlinbabe · 1 year

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Sterek kink/bdsm club fic

*** wanna write this but could use some help cuz I’d like 30+ ish chapters. Lmk if you’re interested must be 18+ to participate. Supernaturals & pack dynamics exist but supernaturals aren’t known outside of other supernaturals (they all got a spidey sense for it) , Derek is led to supernatural club by his mentor. Stiles and lydia are co owners of said club. All characters will be 21+***

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Scott McCall , Jackson Whittemore, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin, Issac lanhey, Allison argent , Cora hale, Jordan Parrish, Malia Hale ,Ethan and Aiden Steiner, Braeden (teenwolf)

Main Ships: Sterek(stilesxderek),Berica(boydxerica) , scissac(scottxissac), jethan(Jacksonxethan), malira(maliaxkira), allisaac(Allison x issac), Jordan x Lydia x Aiden(Aydia, marrish, & SOME Jordan x Aiden)

Secondary ships: sterica & stoyd, some derica, some doyd, jydia(cool with each other but past), Malydira(after jydia breakup), (romantic but taking it very slow because they’re new to men but find each other attractive- will cuddle or occasional kiss)Jordan x Aiden, Cora x Isaac (practices flirting with each other 24/7 but 100% platonic lol ), Cora x og female character(romantic)&(ace!Cora likes nude photos cuz she thinks their neat) , mentions of some scallison (cool with each other but past cuz of different views on wanting kids so they aren’t together BUT both really like issac & think he deserves nice things and date him separately)

Main tags:canon-divergent, magical emissary!stiles, Alpha!Derek, Beta! Erica, Boyd, Issac, Cora, Scott, Allison, Aiden , Ethan, Were coyote!Malia, Kanima! Jackson, kitsune!Kira, Mentor/mistress! Braeden (still working on the tags)

***Prequel***- In beacon hills everyone knew everyone and Derek was tired of it. He’s known for a long time now that he’s bi but he’s always wanted to explore his kinks further or attend some kink or bdsm clubs to see what they could offer him. But being from such a small town everyone’s business is a little too intertwined. He knew he had to leave town if he ever wanted to explore this side of himself. So he joined a site for likeminded individuals who wanted to explore their kinks. He didn’t want to go into this blindly so he knew he had to get educated by someone before stepping into this lifestyle. He talked to many people but eventually he ended up becoming friends with a certified mistress,kink educator, and club event coordinator named Braeden. She explained all the ins and out and do’s and don’t to Derek and explained to him that what he might be looking for is a dom/domme. Knowing that he wouldn’t find a dom and maintain his privacy in beacon hills he had asked her about other places he could go outside of cali. After confirming if he was willing to move to explore his kinks. She recommended a some popular locations. But there was one place in particular stuck out to Derek. She told him that there was a lot of options in New York rumored to have some of the best places to vet for a genuine dom. If he was gonna be serious about this lifestyle and invest his time and energy Derek knew he needed to find a job in the same state even if it wasn’t super close to the clubs & that was fine he didn’t need anyone following him home. Working up the nerve to actually move all the way to New York he started applying to jobs that he could put his auto mechanics degree to good use. At the same time filling in braeden that the next few weeks to some months could be a bit hectic on him so he might not be as consistent in messaging. She understood that moves can be messy and helped him find a moving company for his stuff. But he took the time to clean up any loose ends in beacon hills. Soon he found a place and was getting call backs for jobs. After everything was secured, movers moved the last of his things and he was more settled into his new apartment he filled braeden in on his last few weeks. After adjusting a bit more to his new space he called up braeden. He knew there were special ways to get into some club. So he hired braeden as his mistress for the weekend . He invited her over to his home and she gave him a quick rundown of what to expect, rules, and makings of a safe word.

She had told him that there was a club named hourglass that she’d like to take him to but he had to be led in by collar and leash so it’s known that she’d be in charge of him and making decisions about his safety physically and emotionally for the night . He excitedly nods but he knows she always needs a verbal agreement.

“Yes mistress I’d love to see the club you want to take me to, I don’t mind the leash” he said a little breathless.

“Good, I can lead you there but I have some friends that attend events or work there that could potentially point you in a better direction. You’ve been interested in exploring more with men, if you want to chat with specific people you should always come to me first to check if they’re ok to talk to. Some people have limits for themselves or their partners. If anyone piques your interest you can always let me know and play but participating isn’t mandatory if you don’t feel like in getting in anything tonight you don’t have to. If you’re uneasy you can always come find me I’ll be near and keeping a eye out but I want to you have a more organic experience . And last thing most people understand traffic light rules but remember SSC, RACK, and always remember to have a safe word if you plan to participate. And if none of my friends can provide it for you themselves. I’ll always take care of you.” She sends back a flirty wink.

“I.. I don’t know what to wear” he explained.

“That’s alright sweetheart I think I something perfect for you” she grinned. She opens the bag she walked in with.

You sure you aren’t psychic?” He asks. She laughs “no I just know you’re a newbie.

She pulls out a long sleeve mesh shirt, tiny leather shorts that would barley hold anything, and a slim black leash attached to a soft collar with a spiral on it looked like a piece of the tattoo on his back.

“I let the club owners and staff know I’m bringing you today so if they see a tall, tan, and handsome man with a spiral collar just to keep and eye out in case there’s an emergency and I’m not near.” She explained. “ now get dressed and let’s get going” she handed over the bag.

“Are you changing too?”Derek asked curiously.

“Yes sweetheart I’m already dressed under this” she emphasized by picking up the edge of her shirt.

Additional possible tags: established friendships and relationships for the most part, polyamory, partner switching, smut with plot, supernatural kink club, primal dom, primal sub, cuckolding, switch/verse ,asphyxiation, ropeplay, blood play, knife play, vampirism, Voyeurism, spanking, feet, handcuffs, blindfolds, role play, Olfactophilia, Navel fetishism, Odaxelagnia, Narratophilia, Pygophilia, Omorashi, Pedal pumping, Salirophilia, Troilism, Wet and messy fetishism, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Feederism, Transvestic fetishism, Toxophilia, Lactophilia, Liquidophilia, Maiesiophilia, Maschalagnia, Mazophilia, Pictophilia, Kleptophilia, Algolagnia, Heterophilia, Hoplophilia, Hybristophilia, etc.(a lot honestly lol)

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 7 months

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Sterek (Military-Survivalgame AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51203449 by nxghtdrxxm Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski were both serving in the military. They hated each other, at least thats what everybody thought of them. One day, there were in the middle of a survival game as training for real war, as they chase down the other teams something happens... what exactly? Read and find out! Words: 2916, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: teenwolf, survivalgame, stilesxderek - Freeform, stilessub, derekdom, stilesstilinksi, stilessarcsticbitch, stilesbottom, stilesabitch, sterek, militaryAU, Military, enemiestolovers, derekhale - Freeform, derektop read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51203449

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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2013trait · 4 months

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Tysm for tagging me @dorytoss !!!

💓 Favorite Three Ships:

- KurtxBlaine (Glee)

- StilesxDerek (Teen Wolf)

- PeetaxAnyone (Hunger Games)

🎧 Last Song: Back to Black Amy Winehouse

🎬 Last Movie: Killer Klowns From Outer Space

📖 Currently Reading: Dirty 30 by Janet Evanovich

🌶️ Craving: Sushi!!!! Or any kind of pasta

👯‍♀️ Relationship status: Thriving with my partner of 3 years

🪷 Last Thing I Googled: “Zebra Print Nail Inspo”

💫 Current Obsession: Sims 4, Watching and reviewing movies, trying new foods, vintage gay photography, self care, mcbling aesthetic, listening to new music

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this!!!! <33333

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hddnone · 5 months

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2023 AO3 Wrap-Up

Total Works: 12 9 - Glee (BlainexSebastian, HunterxSebastian) 2 - Teen Wolf (StilesxDerek) 1 - Marvel (TonyxBucky)

Total AO3 Word Count: 56,581 Longest Fic: Polite Conversations at 16,588 words Left one dangling WIP: A Dragon's Home

Most popular fic by hits: The Art of Territory Negotiations with 7,791 Most popular fic by kudos: Power of Three with 641

The Fic I Didn't Write: Future fic (Glee) in which Blaine and Sebastian are good friends and Blaine does the hopeless romantic thing where we sets up a second chance meet-cute between Sebastian and Hunter (because no matter how much Sebastian pretends he's still not over the breakup~).

Writing in 2023 was weird. I expected more Teen Wolf and Marvel, and then Glee came out of nowhere (also known as the giant stress pit ball situation of June & July) to smack me in the face with the nostalgia factor and here we are writing Seblaine of all things which I never even wrote 10 years ago anyway? I don't know how long it's going to last but I'm going to ride it out and there's a good 50K+ tucked back in the rough drafts yet.

For 2024, I don't have definitive goals. I want to stop thinking about writing and wanting to write and just do the actual fucking writing. I want my brain to stop telling me that I shouldn't write that, that's too weird, and just write the weird explicit shit and who cares if it's ridiculous or gross?? (Potentially the Seblaine fandom, so apologies in advance. Pretty sure I got blocked & muted on AO3 for what I've done already and what I haven't done yet is 10x worse.)

I've got a WIP jar to finish old fics. I've got an eye on the Winteriron Reverse Bang, and also the Teen Wolf Bingo. I've got a crap done of stuff that's stuck in editing phase. As soon as I can squelch that insidious pessimistic voice, I'm telling you it is ON for 2024 fic things~

#end of year statistics #i can't remember my own tags #i'm sure i have a end of year stats thing but i'm too lazy to look it up #this is not how they teach you to make achievable goals but i'm not interested in specificity and word count goals right now

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1lostone · 2 years

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🐺✨ Nutellargh ll The Law of the Jungle ll Explicit ll Sterek ll https://archiveofourown.org/works/32982178 One of the biggest reasons that I enjoyed the story so much was because the author included an extreme amount of Polish culture. It kind of made me homesick if I’m being honest. They even go to Poland, which that whole scene was amazing. The big bad is very big and very bad and Derek is a pining asshole which of course you know I adore. There are quite a few one-liners that made me laugh out loud and the two of them realizing their feelings for each other made me smile like a dope at my phone while I read. Also: Peter. 😅 Tags and whatnot included after the title pic! #Nutellargh #sterek #stilesxderek #stereksmut #sterekforever #teenwolfedit #haleinski #eternalsterek #stilesstilinski #derekhale #teenwolffanfic #twfic #teenwolffic #teenwolfficrecs #fanfiction #fanfictionrecs #fanficrecs #Fanfictions #fanfic #sterekfanfic #sterekfanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbhau9VOnU1/?utm_medium=tumblr

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venom-scout · 3 years

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I Would Come For You | TW x TMR | [Stilinski Twins] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/244940581?utm_source=android&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=OnThatRainyDay&wp_originator=JMkslZq9NE27TtLSOgJ44MWjCU94swhywutNQQKeYDOEWE4zlcY4RQmv2ZHrQPWq6prc64%2FEcuYZxHZmdZ5d479bDXbbW3GCjbljnjqGc7S0vUmdk6OVTBb%2FE4SDz2N5 Two worlds collides. He had lost his brother almost 3 years ago. After 3 long years of searching and waiting he has got a lead at last. He is ready to take the chance and no one can convince him out of this now. Not when he has the slightest chance of getting his brother back. Stiles had to fulfill the promise he had once made to him. He would…

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whyaretheyfictionalcharacters · 4 years

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Kinktober - Day 5

Ok so, second Sterek instalment. Good stuff.

Originally posted on AO3.

xoxo Lexi

“I don't think anyone is really taking this seriously”, Stiles comments, stepping over a tree trunk with the same grace Derek has just showed. Exactly the same. He flays around his arms a tid bit but apart from that? They could be mistaken for the same person.

Derek twists around and goes to help him. “Are you?”.

“Well, considering who thought about this you're damn right I am”.

The treasure hunt was Lydia's idea, a way to build in-pack relationships and create a more stable net of connections among them. If Stiles thinks her intention was to simply prove again to everyone else who's the smartest in the pack—he's certainly not going to tell anyone, he's not suicidal. And that's exactly the same reason he's taking this (honestly a bit ridiculous) relationship building exercise seriously. Or as seriously as he can take it, anyway.

“Lydia scares you?”.

“Of course she does! Doesn't she scare you?”.

“Oh, I'm terrified of her”, Derek answers with a frown. “And she's tiny”.

Stiles laughs, dried leaves crunching underneath his sneakers. “Don't let her hear you”.

“She's not a werewolf”. A small shrug. “Jackson is the only one around and he's at least a mile away”.

As they walk in silence, the only noise around them being their footsteps thudding on the ground, Stiles finally finds some appreciation for the quietness of the preserve. Being here with Derek, letting their shoulders and fingers brush against each other after the messy few weeks they've had with threats in the supernatural world feels comfortable and surreal. And probably it's his leftover-teenage hormones speaking but he can't wait for this treasure hunt to end so Derek and he can run off to his room and blow off some steam. Or blow off something else. That does sound like a plan.

His dad would not come back until later that night, probably after dinner, and that'd give them – Stiles calculates quickly in his mind – five hours to get funky, to jelly roll. Scrog a bit and schtupp together. To take old one eye to the optometrist. To play hide the salami. To dip Derek's cookie in Stiles glass of milk. Numerous times, if the werewolf's refractory period gives any clue. They could start small; make out on Stiles bed and test the sturdiness of the frame – which they've already done, by the way and sneaking out a broken bed slat out of the Sheriff's home is not as easy as it might sound. Which doesn't sound easy. At all. So one can only imagine the uncomfortable conversation he's had to have with Mrs Wunderby from across the road – and then get rid of their clothes because Stiles is a selfless person and Derek's body is something that needs to be cherished and admired. Keeping it clothed would be like...like clipping wings off of a mighty eagle. Or shut down the Smithsonian. It'd have that much of a cultural backfire. It'd be immoral.

So Stiles would take Derek's clothes off and admire that chest of his, all wide and muscly and warm and furry in a sexy way. He'd dip his hand down to follow the line of hairs to his navel, go over it and open his jeans because if unclothing Derek's chest is a cultural aid for the entire state of California, than the sight of his cock is a spiritual experience.

Derek Hale is big. Not impossibly big – Stiles is sure he doesn't live in one of those ridiculous stories people read with enhanced and horse-sized dicks – but nevertheless he's...gifted. Must have something to do with those werewolf genes of his and if that's the case, dear Mother Nature, wolves are a gift to them all. What turns on Stiles though it's not just the size of his shaft – still has a pretty high place in the list of 'Reasons why Derek Hale is a gift from the gods and Stiles is grateful he's his boyfriend' – it's the utter difference there is between the two of them. And that's not a euphemism about his own cock, Stiles is pretty content with his genitals, no complaints there. No, that's not it at all.

Stiles still remember when he recognised what the issue was and he probably has to thank Erica for that.

“You're such a twink, Stiles”, she had said once during their weekly coffee meetings and Stiles has seen enough gay porn after his surprising epiphany in high school to know what a 'twink' is. He's not oblivious, or his name would've been Scott McCall.

He had tried to deny that in front of his salted caramel frappuccino but as usual Erica had her own arguments. “You are, Stiles. You and Derek are literally the epitome of a bear-twink relationship”.

And God, was she right.

The werewolf might be only slightly taller than him but his presence is mightier, his shoulders wider and his arms definitely bigger. Stiles always feels dwarfed every time he's in close proximity with Derek and he does not complaint about that. Not. One. Bit. Dude can pick him up without breaking a sweat and fuck him against the wall as if he weighted less than a baked potato with bacon sprinkles on top. Jeez, those are good times. Hot times. As in Death Valley hot.

“Stiles”.

Surely they can do something like that today. There are so many options to spend five hours sexing up a werewolf Stiles gets a bit dizzy sometimes: this is literally his teenage dream, with no skinny jeans on and a comfy mattress instead of bedsheets forts in a motel room. Take that Katy Perry.

“Stiles”.

“What? Whassup?”, he asks turning to look at Derek.

Who is currently staring angrily at him. He seems pretty pissed actually, if Stiles has to tell the truth. Unfortunately he thought he had left all those annoyed stares and growled words in the past so this is turning out to be a shocking turn of events. In a not-so-sexy way.

“Uhm...Der? Everything okay?”.

Green eyes seems to struggle to not turn bright blue, flashing dangerously between the two shades. “Where's your head at?”.

Okay, this does seem like a trick question. Lydia taught me about this sort of things. “On my...shoulders?”.

Derek does not seem impressed. “You smell—you're stinking up the place”.

“Oh. Sorry”, he mutters self-consciously.

He thought Derek liked his smell. Sometimes he also finds him with his face deep into his own pillow when he comes back from the bathroom after Derek spends the night; or he would dip his nose along Stiles' neck while they're watching a film on the were's laptop in his apartment. When they're in public and Stiles thinks about sexy-times-ensuring things Derek always can smell him and he gets this intense expression that almost resembles his old…

Oh. Oh.

“Oh”.

“Yeah”, Derek agrees tightly as he steps forward. “Oh”.

“I think—I think my head is not taking this, uh. This treasure hunt as seriously as before, big guy”.

One step forward. “Really now?”.

“Mmh-mm”. Stiles steps back. “I mean. Can you blame me?”.

“I don't know. We were just talking about Jackson”. Another step.

Urgh. “Let's not mention him, deal?”. Last step backwards and Stiles' back hits the thick trunk of a tree. “I really don't wanna think about him and sex together. That's just plain wrong”.

He can see a gleam of amusement and coyness as Derek stops in front of him, face just inches away from Stiles'. “Oh, is that what you were thinking about? Sex?”.

“Uh, duh. I was thinking about, you know, when this stupid treasure hunt is other and we can go back to mine and the fact that my dad is going to be out for at least five hours – I know, I counted them – and we could, you know. Get some stankie on hang down—”.

“God, Stiles”. Derek's face scrunches up horrified. “No”.

“No? You don't like that? Okay, how about I ride your flagpole?”.

“Stiles”.

“Storm the cotton gin”.

“Stiles”.

“Hit a home run”.

“Stiles”.

“Sorry!”, he says with a small smile at Derek's exasperation. “Thought you'd appreciate the baseball reference. But another thing I was thinking was—”.

Derek glares at him. “I swear to God, Stiles. If you say one more—”.

“—you said Jackson is at least a mile away and we're all alone now”. Stiles looks down bashfully and hooks his finger in Derek's waistband. “And who knows when this awful thing is going to end. Might not have time when we get home”. Looking up from under his eyelashes he smirk a bit. “We could save time and...do this. Now. Here”.

He sees a shiver running up Derek's arms just before they're placed on the tree caging his head. “You want to do it here?”.

“Yes”, he whispers.

“Now?”.

“Yeah”. A breath and a whimper.

He has enough time to think about the possibilities when a mouth descends on him and sharp, human teeth bite his lower lip, pulling reverently before nipping it. Stiles gasps when Derek's body presses up against his through the many, too many layers of clothes they're currently wearing. Derek takes that opportunity to slip his tongue between the other's lips, teasing the wet muscle and probing the mouth with deep, hungry movements.

“Lydia's—shit. Lydia's going to be so angry”, Stiles weakly comments before moaning as Derek's hips press against his, trapping him between his warm, strong body and the cold trunk behind him.

“Do you care?”.

“Fuck no”.

He snakes his hands underneath Derek's t-shirt, revelling in the heat of his olive skin, the softness of his hairs and the hardness of his muscles. One of the wolf's thighs gets between his own, providing some blessed friction for Stiles' awakening cock. He rubs himself against Derek, feeling the need to open his legs for him and the sensation of emptiness is starting to get too uncomfortable to be ignored as they're kissing. He's never been an exhibitionist (he thinks, though he's discovering all kinds of kinks in his relationship with Derek) but the idea of having the wolf inside him, right here and now in the middle of the preserve with the afternoon light out still, the terrifying possibility of the pack finding them out—it seems to be exciting in all the wrong ways.

“Derek”, he sighs, lips sensitive from beard burn. “I need—God—I need you to—to fuck me. Like. Yesterday”.

Derek's mouth descends on his neck and at the deep inhale of his arousal Stiles shivers, feeling like the teenager he used to be five years ago. “We don't have anything”.

AH! With a dramatic flourish – probably more ridiculous than dramatic. If only that Sourwolf would stop doing what he was doing with his mouth on his ne—oh. Oh, that's nice – Stiles takes out his phone from his back pocket and slips off the case. “Speak for yourself”. The small packet of KY seems to shine in their eyes, a little lost treasure, their own small miracle. “I think I have a rubber in my wallet as well”.

“Have you always had lube inside your phone case?”, Derek asks with a shocked expression. “And do we need a condom?”.

“Don't want to leak all over my underwear. Especially not around a pack of werewolves, thank you very much”. Stiles takes out a wrapper from his wallet and hands it to Derek before he resumes touching underneath the other's shirt. “And the answer is yes. From the moment we've started dating”.

They kiss, lips open and sharing breath. “Nice to know”.

“We need to—god—”. An aimed thrust sends shivers up his legs. “Derek—we need to move”.

He gets one of his hands down, slipping in the tight fit of Derek's jeans and the hard, big cock he touches through his underwear makes him moan and spread his legs as he leans back to push his hips outward. Stiles has touched it an endless number of times yet every time seems like a new experience, a new discovery.

At Stiles' touch Derek exhales, relieved and aroused. Those lean, slender fingers massage his cock with experienced motions and the grip they use after teasing it into full firmness is heaven for Derek's spurred mind. It doesn't matter if they're in the middle of the woods with a pack of werewolves only a mile away and probably listening in, the Beta can't help but await impatiently to be inside Stiles body and thrust into that heated tightness in abandonment. Maybe there's a part of him – the wild wolf that seems to constantly seek out freedom and nature – that is turned on exactly by that fact; the possibility of being found out while collecting his prize and marking his territory, his mate in the open.

The moment their jeans are undone and their erections brush against each other, Derek grabs Stiles slim hips and turns him quickly but not violently, his cheek now resting on the roughness of the bark and ass pushed back to rub on the wolf's cock. There's only their erratic panting for what feels like ages as Derek rips the lube open and then, “God, Der—Fuck me already”.

“I'm not gonna hurt you, Stiles. Especially not out here”.

“Then shove your fingers in me!”, he cries out turning at an odd angle to plead the wolf with his eyes. “Please, I need you inside. Right now. Please”.

Derek wants that. Oh, he so wants that. And from around that pale, sinewy body he can see Stiles' red dick skim slightly against the trunk of the tree. It can't be comfortable nor pleasurable and even though Stiles seems to have other things in his mind, Derek pulls his hips back a bit more to put more space between the delicate part and the pine husk. He doesn't spend much time warming up the lube and the moment his forefinger touches the puckered hole in front of him he sees Stiles jerk up before quickly settling down again. He prepared him as swiftly and efficiently as standing in the preserve half-naked would allow, Stiles moans and whimpers accompanying each thrust of his fingers.

“Please. Please, just fuck me. Just fuck me, Der”.

Through his lust-fogged mind Stiles hears Derek opening the condom wrapper and sigh deeply as he rolls it on. He wants to reach behind him and touch his shaft, feel the girth of it and its size. Wrap his fingers around it and when noticing he can't fit it all in one hand envelope it with his other one as well. He wants to feel its thickness opening him up, make him almost worry he's gonna split in two.

The first few inches are painful, they always are: Derek might not be overworldly big but he's certainly packing down there and every time he slips inside Stiles needs to relax, bear down and bite his lip until the head is in. It's what happens now, particularly because it's not the most convenient place to have sex despite the packet of lube and the arousal he gets from being so exposed to the elements. After the head is in though...that's when Stiles can remind himself why he craved it so much in the first place. Derek is inside him balls deep and at Stiles' nod he starts to move, thrust in and out. In and out. It's slow at first, careful but they do need to be quick in this situation. The aim is a bit off, the head of the hard cock pounding him simply caresses his prostate in the most heavenly torture sending abortive shivers up from his toes, shocking through his hips and reaching the tip of his own erection like an electric shock. Each thrust, each withdrawal forces moan after moan from his mouth, noises he can't control. Mumbling reaches his ears and with a small sense of amazement he notices it's him.

It's not the best sex they've had but Jesus if it's not the hottest. Derek's hand gripping his hips in a tight hold, his puckered hole contracting around the fat shaft sliding inside and out of him in pure abandonment. Derek slides closer, t-shirt covered chest shaping around Stiles' back, and the slight change of angle causes the wolf to groan in the brunet's ear. It's a sound so primal, so inborn in Derek that Stiles needs to close his eyes not to come right in that moment.

He's so close, though. So close. After getting used to Derek being inside of him without a barrier the rubber desensitises the feeling of being fucked a bit but it's not totally unpleasant; it's smoother and easier. Stiles doesn't know if it's the build-up, the idea of being out here in the forest in broad daylight or Derek's fat, big cock beating into him but he's about to come. He spreads the legs as wide as he can manage with the jeans around his knees and he almost brings his hands back to grab his cheeks and expose himself even further. He doesn't. He needs an anchor and right now the roughness of the bark on his fingertips, under his nails is the thing that keeps him grounded.

“Oh, my God. Der—Derek. Oh, God. Fuck me. Please, fuck me”.

“I am. Shit. You're gripping me so tight”.

“What if—oh, fuck. What if they see us? What if they find us?”.

Stiles senses Derek breath itch next to his ear. “Let them. You're mine. Let them see”.

Oh. My. God. Possessiveness is certainly a kink he didn't know he had. “Say that again”.

“You're mine. Let them see, I don't care. I want them to see. I want them to see you're mine”.

Oh God. Oh God, oh Godohgodohgod.

The orgasm hits him like a blinding light. His back snaps and he arches with the force of it, his cock pulsating and trembling as his cum sprays white on the dark bark. It's seemingly artistic in an erotic way. His insides constrict around Derek and through the condom he can feel his rod vibrate as his thrust become irregular. Slower. Deeper. He misses the sensation of Derek's come hitting his walls but he guesses they still have five hours if they leave now.

“Derek—shit”, Stiles pants out after they both regain their breaths, cheek still against the tree and hips still held by Derek.

“Yeah”.

“Who would've thought? Public sex is hot”.

“What the fuck guys?!”.

They both jump at the disgusted shout from behind them, Isaac currently standing there dumbstruck, hand on his eyes. “I'm gonna need bleach”.

Yeah. Maybe not as hot around a pack of werewolves.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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Hi saw you were taking askers again and I really need to find this 1 fic. It’s been haunting me for like two months now I’ve had it forever ago but it’s a Sterek we’re people have to choose sides between Derek and Scott as pack and Scott does something so stiles that convinces him to finally make a choice and he chooses Derek and the scene that plays in my head is that stiles barges into the loft with the betas there and and bites the inside of his palm of his hand and offers it to Derek to segment the pack bond (he wants it visible so people know his allegiance)and that Derek asked if his is sure and then Derek bites over where stiles did it and he’s part of the pack then. A scene after that is one where Lydia asked him why he chose Derek because she was still on the fence about joining any of the packs and wanted to stay out of everything and she was trying to stay neutral and stiles talks about how no matter how much they fight or disagree Derek always respected him and always takes his opinions into account were Scott wouldn’t and he doesn’t regret his decision and after that Lydia and Jackson eventually join dereks pack as well. I hope that is enough it has been killing me that I can’t find it. possible other tags are bad friend Scott and good alpha Derek

Hi @distractedducky! @stilesxderek found this one.

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

(1/1 I 11,654 I Mature I Sterek)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #bad friend!scott #lost fic #wolf!stiles

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hotdogsandpopcorn · 4 years

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at any time of day, my brain: *sizzles and burns with everything to do with my otps*

my brain, when I need to remember them all and write them down: *conveniently forgets it all*