#Sterek fluff

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Little Handprints

There are little handprints on the walls. Eli has little hands. Case solved.

Based on the incorrect quote

Read it on AO3, here

Stiles leant against the kitchen counter, dragging his hand down his face as he let out a heavy sigh. A heavy case load and late nights were starting to wear him thin. And even when he wasn’t working late, his mind ran rampant, making sleep near impossible.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to wake himself more.

The sound of plastic clattering caught his attention. Stiles turned to look where Eli sat in his booster seat at the table. The food tray on his seat was splattered with toast and jam.

“You okay there, Trouble?” Stiles asked.

Eli giggled as he snatched up one of the pieces of jam-covered toast that he had knocked over and took a bite out of it.

“Yeah,” he chirped through a mouthful of mushed toast.

The nickname that had come from Eli’s comedic timing; Stiles’ dad said something about trouble following wherever Stiles and Derek go, and Eli toddled in after them at that moment, prompting the

Sheriff to say, “And here’s trouble!”

The name stuck. And it proved to be fitting on several occasions.

Stiles slid the coffee pot from the percolator and poured the dark liquid into his mug, heaping in spoonfuls of sugar before walking around the corner of the bench and into the dining room.

“Yummy?” Stiles asked as he walked over to the table and sat down next to Eli’s booster seat.

“Yummy,” Eli replied around another mouthful.

Stiles gave him a soft smile before resting his elbows on the table and letting his heady fall, heavy, into his hands.

“You okay?” Eli asked, his sweet voice coiled with worry.

“I’m okay, bud,” Stiles replied, unable to lift his head. “Just tired.”

He felt something tap his cheek. He lifted his head and turned to see what was poking him.

Eli held out a half-eaten piece of toast for him.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, bud,” he said softly, taking the piece of toast offered to him. He ate the toast, dusting the crumbs off his hand before laying his head back in his hands and watching his son eat his breakfast.

He let his mind drift, the world blurring into swirls of colour and movement. His eyes grew heavy as the seductive embrace of sleep crept into the back of his mind. His heavy eyes drifted shut and he sank into the darkness.

“Stiles?” Derek called from the hallway, starling Stiles.

“Hmm?” Stiles hummed questioningly—the most he could muster up.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” Derek asked, peering around the open doorframe of the dining room.

Stiles blinked a few times, his mind rattling through the mess of thoughts for an answer. He lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Eli in his high chair.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” he whispered.

“Because I have little hands,” Eli answered, holding up his jam-and-crumb-covered hands to show him.

Stiles turned his head to look at Derek.

“Because he has little hands,” he repeated.

Derek let out a soft chuckle, turning back towards the hallway to hide his smile.

It took a moment for Stiles’ brain to catch up with what he said, realisation stirring him enough for him to sit up and drag his hand down his face.

“What is it this time?”

“Markers,” Derek answered. “Thankfully, it’s the washable ones that Lydia got him.”

“I’ll clean it,” he volunteered, pushing back his chair as he tried to summon what little energy he had left.

“No,” Derek said softly. “Trouble and I will clean it after we finish breakfast.”

“I’m Trouble!” Eli said excitedly, perking up at his nickname.

Stiles and Derek couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, you are,” Stiles said softly, smiling lovingly as he reached out and gently tousled Eli’s hair.

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine Derek trying to sing Eli to sleep and stiles is in the background remixing the song.

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[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

i cannot believe i have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all i do is read, read, read! (special fic recs for @singer7777 at the bottom) well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

1. This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

2. But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

3. When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

4. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

5. More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

1. The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re���holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

2. Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

3. This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

21K Words // Chapters: 12/12 // Hits: 8K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

[honestlydarkprincess]

let me take care of you

stiles x derek || rated: t || wc: 1.3k

Stiles couldn’t do anything but stare at the alpha werewolf as he rambled while unloading the aforementioned supplies from the grocery bag to Stiles’ counter.

Nothing Stiles was seeing made sense.

Why was Derek here, in his apartment, with cold medicine and fucking soup?

Or, the one where Derek comes over to take care of a sick Stiles. They talk about their moms and confess some feelings. It's all very soft.

read on ao3

[jupitermelichios]

while everyone is sad and in need of non-terrible sterek content, here's a minor headcanon I'm probably never going to get around to using in anything:

derek is a massive halo nerd, but hates all video games basically universally. he picked up one of the novels because he knows stiles likes the games, and he wanted to be able to contribute during stiles's periodic gamer info-dumps, but then got weirdly invested in the lore and now knows way more about the universe than any reasonable person should

stiles thinks this is adorable, obviously, but also hilarious, and spends a lot of times scheming ways to trick their friends into accidentally saying something that will activate derek's halo-heresy senses and trigger an angry rant. his crowning achievement was getting scott to read the drill 'masterchief's suit jacks him off' tweet out loud verbatim in derek's presence. neither of them have forgiven him for it, and he does not care because it was the funniest shit he's ever seen.

he's also started leaving 40k novels lying around derek's apartment. to date he has not taken the bait, but they both know it's only a matter of time before he caves.

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[anothersigh]

This is still so adorable and heartwarming 🥺💕

[myrkky]

Cheek kisses 😘

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

“I need to talk to you and not as your friend.”

Stiles and Derek are engaged, but Cora has something to talk to Stiles about first, and not as his friend. [AO3]

Cora, Derek and Stiles sat in the living room, Cora and Stiles at opposite ends of the couch with Derek wedge between them.

They’d made it a tradition that they spent Sundays together, unless - of course - there was an emergency. Most Sundays they’d go for a walk through the reserve, watch movies together, or play the world’s most competitive games of Mario Kart.

Today, they were playing a few multiplayer games get Stiles had found for them.

In between games, Derek set his controller down.

“I’m going to get a drink,” he announced as he stood up. “Anyone want anything?”

“Don’t say ‘that cake’,” Cora growled at Stiles who was openly ogling his fiancé’s ass.

Stiles smirked, chuckling slightly. “Dr Pepper for me please.”

Derek turned to Cora, arching a brow and waiting for her request.

“Same,” Cora added. “Thanks.”

“Two Dr Peppers coming up,” Derek said as he skirted around the coffee table in the middle of the living room and out the door.

Once she was sure her brother was out of earshot, Cora scooted across the couch towards Stiles. She turned towards him and - rather abruptly - said, “I need to talk to you and not as your friend.” Stiles’ eyes widened with excitement. A small - joking - gasp escaped his lips. “We're friends?”

“Yes,” Cora replied, regretting it as she said it, “but if you tell anyone, I will deny it.”

Stiles nodded, expecting as much. “Okay. Will we still be friends after this conversation?”

“Yes, but I'm starting to reconsider my options.” Cora narrowed her eyes at him, a look of exasperation settling in to the shadows and creases of her face. “That’s beside the point! What I have to say now, I say as Derek's sister, not as your friend.”

“Okay...” Stiles replied, hesitantly.

Cora drew in a deep breath, calming herself.

“You two are getting married, and I'm happy for both of you,” she started, but her voice quickly took a dark turn, deepening to a threatening tone as her eyes pierced him, “but if you ever hurt my brother, if you ever break his heart or make him cry, I will hunt you down and kill you, got it?”

Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. “Got it.”

Cora’s glare softened as she sat back, relaxed. “Okay.”

“Are you back to talking to me as a friend again?” Stiles asked.

Cora fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yeah.”

A spark of mischief lit Stiles’ eyes. “Dude, you won't believe what Derek's sister just said to me!”

Cora tried - and failed - not to laugh, letting out a short snort as she dipped her head to hide the smirk that turned up the corners of her lips.

[secondstrtotheright]

What is this magic?! This was so funny and cute and just everything I love this so much!!

—𓆩[bumblebee & angel]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale x Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.2K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You had a slight interest in both Stiles and Derek, I mean, who wouldn’t? You tried at first, but when they kept asking questions about each other, you settled on the fact that they were interested in each other and have been trying to get them together. Stiles and Derek on the other hand, weren’t interested in each other, but you. They kept asking questions about each other to know where the other was in a relationship with you, and they’re tired of seeing each other when they ask you out on a date.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Okay, so I totally fucked up the ages. You and Stiles are 19 in your senior year, Derek is 22. || cursing || Stiles’ class A sarcasm || Derek’s werewolf abilities || ovulating || violence || third wheeling || slightly awkward situations || kissing || making out || multiple different oral partners idek they like to kiss you || mentions of fanfic || reader uses birth control || will probably turn into a series/universe thing ||

Stiles was completely fucking tired of you. If he wasn’t in love with you, he would push you off a cliff and then act as your savior so you would like him, romantically at least. You liked Stiles, matter of fact, you often said you loved him, ‘as a best friend.’ Who the fuck says that?

“Still getting friendzoned?” Scott asks as he sits down in front of him, the seat next to him reserved for you.

“I swear, if I wasn’t so in love with her, I would kill her.”

“Kill who?” Your voice made Stiles jump as you went around him, gently pushing your hips forward into his back to get him to scoot up.

The small gesture had Stiles shivering, quickly scooting up his stool as you softly pat his shoulder. “No one.”

You giggle. “I got caught up at lunch.”

Stiles’ nose scrunched. “I was just with you at lunch.”

You shake your head, patting his cheek. “I was on a phone call, babe.”

“With who?” Scott asks as you snort.

“With Derek, phone call police,” you say with another small giggle. “He was seeing if I had any plans Friday night.”

“That’s our movie night,” Stiles said immediately, hoping you weren’t coming to tell him that you blew him off for Derek fucking Hale. “Y/N, I swear-”

“I told him we were having a movie night,” you say, putting your bag on the ground as you leaned on his shoulder. “But I told him he should swing by because we’re watching Disney movies this week.”

The topic of Disney movies quickly flew over his head, you always wanted to watch Disney movies when it was your turn to pick. “You what?!”

His voice was loud making everyone turn to you, the bell ringing signifying the start of class. You slapped his thigh, a soft yelp leaving his lips. “Calm down,” you whisper, the smile on your face falling. “I thought you’d be happy about it.”

He curses, hand slipping into yours. He definitely wasn’t going to be the cause of you being sad. “No, no I am,” he was lying, he was definitely lying. “I am. Just… tell him to bring some snacks. I know how much you love those little stupid things.”

You giggle, squeezing his hand. “I will! Do you want anything?”

He shook his head. “I’ll raid your cabinet.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand before slipping your own out of his and pulling out your phone. Your fingers moved quickly as you typed, Scott snorting back a laugh before Stiles kicked his chair as hard as he could.

Scott looks back, glaring playfully as Stiles does one of those signature innocent smiles that made him look possessed.

“Okay! Done, he’ll be there around eight.”

Stiles looks over at you, the same grin on his face. “Yay.”

You slipped your hand into his, squeezing. “Don’t get too excited,” you say, smiling slightly. “I can tell him it’s not a good time? If you want?”

He sighed. As much as he wanted you to do just that, or yell it at the top of his lungs right in front of him, he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Promise.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand again. “It’s going to be awesome.”

You stayed in class a few minutes after to collect your stuff, Scott quickly slipping in. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Scott! What’s up?” You ask, pushing your laptop into your bag as he looks back, signing.

“I just… got a quick question.”

You paused. “Okay.”

He sighs, tugging on his backpack string. “Well, I was wondering like… why do you always get Derek and Sti together?”

You pause, gasping. You knew something Scott didn’t about his best friend, and that was something you took pride in. “Come here,” you whisper, tugging him closer. “When we first started hanging out, Sti kept asking questions about Derek, like, ‘Is Derek going to be there?’ or ‘You hung out with Derek?’” You giggled. “And Derek was asking the same things! So… they like each other!”

Scott’s jaw drops as you clap your hands softly at your small (though false) victory. “And this Friday, I told Derek to bring his favorite snacks! Then I’m going to leave them alone for a while, hoping something will happen between them.”

Scott grins. “You’re a genius, Y/N.”

You giggled. “I know.”

You take his offered hand as you both walk out, Stiles scrolling on his phone as you walk over. “Stiles! Come on, you’re driving me home!”

He groaned playfully. “I hope you know I’m tired of being your chauffeur.”

You giggled. “No you’re not. You love it.”

It didn’t take him long to get to your house, cursing when he saw Derek’s black Camaro pulled into your driveway. Your parents were out of town as always, and he wasn’t in his car which probably meant that he used the spare key you had given to him, Stiles, and Scott - just in case.

“Oh! Derek’s here! Do you want to come in?” You asked Stiles who immediately nodded his head.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said before Scott caught his shoulder from the back seat.

“We’ll go inside in a second, Y/N,” the other boy says, smiling. “Promise.”

“Oh, okay!” You giggled as you jumped out of the Jeep, grabbing your lunchbox and backpack. “See you inside!”

You slammed the door shut, running off to your front door and quickly walking in.

“I swear, I want to shove fucking-”

“She thinks you’re in love with each other.”

Stiles pauses, looking at his friend through the rearview mirror. “What?”

Scott starts to laugh. “She thinks you’re in love with Derek! And him with you!”

Stiles takes the keys out of the ignition, shaking his head.

“Fuck no.”

He could hear Scott howling out fits of laughter from the Jeep, quickly walking inside to see you putting flowers into a vase. “Oh! Stiles, look at the flowers Derek got me! They’re my favorite.”

Stiles sends you a tight lipped smile. “I know,” he says through gritted teeth, looking at Derek who put the cut ends of the flowers into a t-shirt bag to throw them away. “Y/N, you mind if I talk to Derek? Alone?”

He could see you start to smile as you fixed the bow around the vase, nodding. “Mhm!” You all but skipped out of the room, yelling as you went up the stairs. “Gonna change!”

Stiles doesn’t speak until he hears your door close, Derek closing his eyes. He could hear you slipping off your shirt, unclasping your bra, opening your drawer to get a new shirt. Fuck, he could just imagine it, your pretty fingers-

“Stop being a perv and listening to her change, Derek,” Stiles scolds, crossing his arms. “We need to talk.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Why are you here, Stiles?”

“To kill you.” He says it with a straight face making Derek pause, Stiles doing frantic movements with his hands. “What do you expect me to do, huh?! I drop her off every day!”

Derek ignores him. “What days do you have practice?”

“Most days, today we just got lucky,” Stiles crosses his arms as he watches Derek move the vase of flowers to the center of the island. “Why?”

“So I can pick her up. Why make her wait hours to come home?”

Stiles shakes his head, quickly going around the table. “No! No you’re not, I drop her off, I’m her chauffeur!”

Derek laughs. “Hate to break it to you kid, so am I.”

“She’s my passenger princess!” Stiles says quickly, shaking his head. “That’s not the point though!”

Derek ignores him, again. “Is that what they call them now?”

“Listen to me! She thinks we like each other!”

He paused. “What?”

Stiles nods. “That’s what I said!”

The older man starts to laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, what would make her think that?”

Stiles scoffs. “Well everyone says I can’t be gay, so I don’t even know! Anyways, we need to talk to her-”

“You’re not even my type.”

The younger male glared. “Yeah well, just because you’re a perfect specimen doesn’t mean you’re mine, asshat. You’d be lucky to get a piece of me.”

“Boys, why are you arguing?” You come down the stairs, giggling as you fix your shirt.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve seen you in lounge clothes, but this time it was different. You wore shorts that went down to your knees, basketball shorts specifically, with an oversized hand t-shirt you were in love with. Your hair was down, making pretty halos around your face as you walked over to them.

There was something different, though, Stiles could feel it and Derek could smell it. You open the fridge, taking out your favorite drink before opening it and taking a big gulp. “Fuck, I was thirsty.”

“Hey, honey, can we talk?” Derek decides to test the nickname, determining he truly didn’t like it.

The term of endearment makes Stiles’ nose scrunch. “Honey? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“I was trying it out!”

“Well why is she honey? Why can’t I be honey? Of course honey doesn’t fit her!”

You start laughing, making them both pause as you sit on the stool. “Y’all are so cute.”

They both freeze, staring at you as you take another sip of your drink. “What?”

“What? You guys should go get something to eat, y’know?” You suggest making Stiles gag loudly.

“I’m going to throw up.”

“Would you stop?” Derek says in annoyance, Stiles flipping him off.

“I hope you know if I was gay you’d be my last choice.”

The older man crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t be first on my list either.”

Stiles makes a noise of victory. “Hah! I’d still be on your list though!”

“You are literally one of the only guys I know, everyone else is dead.”

Stiles flips him off with both hands. “Still on your list!”

“What do you mean, ‘if you were gay’?”

Derek sighs. “Darling-”

“Ew! That sounds even worse!” Stiles says immediately. “It’s like you calling your girlfriend who’s thirty years younger than you who only wants you for your money.”

Derek’s face looks slightly offended. “I actually kind of liked it.”

The younger male shakes his head. “You don’t seem like the person to use terms like that. Just use normal ones.”

“What's going on?” You finally asked, both of them looking at you.

“Babe-”

“Too overused.”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Stiles!”

Stiles mocked him softly, mumbling under his breath as he turned to you. “Okay, love-”

“You’re British now?”

“Bunny?”

“That’s just weird.”

Stiles scoffs. “She actually likes it.”

“What is going on?” Your voice raises as you set down your drink. “Like, seriously.”

“We’re not gay, bumblebee,” Derek says, smiling. “I like that one.”

You paused, eyes trailing over both of them. “You aren’t?”

“Hell no,” Stiles says before pausing. “Not for him at least. Other people, maybe, but definitely not for him.”

Derek snorts. “You wish.”

“Wait… so,” you pause, looking at the two of them. “I know why Stiles is, but Derek, why are you always around me then? And why do you always ask me questions about each other?”

Your best friend pauses. “Wait, what do you think you know about me?”

“Well we’re best friends,” you say, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I feel like I’m wrong now.”

Derek snorts. “You always get friendzoned like this?”

He nods, mocking him. “You always get friendzoned like this- bitch, you’re getting friendzoned too!”

He glared. “No I’m not!”

You stand. “If you both don’t say something right now!”

Both inhale before exhaling, staring at you. “I’m in love with you.”

Your jaw dropped. You could comprehend witches and demons and fucking werewolves for fucks sake, but two men being in love with you? Two extremely attractive men?

Stiles pauses. “Y’know what, I’ve known her longer, so fuck off!” 

Derek snorts. “You’ve been friendzoned for half of those years, kid, you fuck off.”

“Shut up, I need to think,” you say, rubbing your temples before looking up. “You’re in love with me? Both of you?”

“He just met you like three years ago,” Stiles interrupts. “One of them he was in love with you illegally. I’ve known you my entire life, I’ve never loved you illegally.”

Derek scoffed, crossing his arms. “We’re literally three years apart, Stiles.”

“Ah! Still years! She was sixteen, you were nineteen!”

“I wasn’t in love with her then, idiot!”

“Boys,” you say sternly, both of them quieting as you look at them. “Why?”

They pause. “Why what?”

Oh they were speaking in unison way too much today.

“Why do you… why are you guys in love with me?” You jump off the stool, gasping. “You’re cursed! Oh my goodness, you’re cursed! I’m going to go get Scott-”

“We’re not cursed, lovely,” Stiles said before his nose scrunched. “We’re not cursed, baby.”

Derek glared. “Didn’t you say I couldn’t use babe?”

“Well I am going to use babe and baby because we’re the same age and it’s not creepy when I do it.” Stiles stuck his tongue out at Derek making you giggle.

“Okay… if you���re not cursed, why are you both saying you’re in love with me?”

Derek looks at Stiles. “Because we are.”

You paused, but nodded your head. “You… you are?”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe it, angel?” Stiles tests it out before smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that one.”

Derek nods slightly. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”

“Okay, maybe I see it,” you conclude, finally nodding slightly. “Well, why did you never tell me?”

“Because you thought we were in love with each other.”

Again with the unison.

You nodded slightly again. “Right, right. Okay, uhm… well, where do we go from here?”

Stiles and Derek pause. “What?”

Again with the unison, what the fuck was up with them?

You nod again. “Where do we go from here? I want… I want to know what you both think.”

Derek looks over at Stiles. “Well… you can choose one of us.”

You shake your head immediately. “I don’t want to choose one of you, I want both of you.”

Stiles pauses. “What?”

“You can grasp your head around witches and werewolves but not polygamy, Stiles? Really?” You asked, making him shake his head.

“You want to… be in a poly? With us?”

Derek inhaled deeply, rubbing his face. “You want me… to like him too?”

“No, that’s polyamory,” Stiles explains. “Polygamy is the act of having more than one partner.”

“It’s called a V-Poly,” you explain, both men staring at you. “I read a lot of fanfic, okay?”

“So you want to be Eiffel towered?”

Your cheeks turned red at Stiles’ words. “Why would you say that?!”

“You do though, don’t you! Come on, angel, you can tell us.”

“What the fuck is Eiffel towered?” Derek asks, clueless as Stiles grins.

“You want to explain it or me?”

You hide your cheeks. “Stop it! Stop! Right now! And no, I would rather get raw-dogged sitting on someone’s lap while the other takes me from behind because why the fuck would you put your hands together? Like that’s so weird!”

Derek’s eyes widened. “Oh, so we’re talking about sex.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we’re talking about sex!”

You clap your hands, gaining both of their attention. “We… we’re going to have a date, okay? All together, we’re going to have a date.”

Stiles and Derek make a face. “Together?”

You nodded. “Yes. Together. We’re having a movie night, right now.”

Stiles looks over at Derek as you go to the cupboard, opening it up to get some bags of microwavable popcorn. Derek moved the flowers, resulting in Stiles going to the fridge to get some drinks before coming behind you. “Hey, I’m gonna go to your secret stash, alright?”

You nodded. “Get me some watermelon Sour Patch.”

Stiles nods, quickly going up the stairs after staring down Derek. Derek just snorts as he walks over to you, helping you unwrap the bags before sniffing softly. The smell was sickeningly sweet, it made his mouth go dry. “Did you get a new perfume?”

You pause, but then shake your head. “I mean, I did a while ago. It was too musky for my taste, so I returned it.”

“So nothing sweet?”

You shake your head. “No, I wore a fruity perfume today. Why?”

He shakes his head, dismissing it. “Just smelt something sweet,” he explains, rubbing at his wrist to find the pulse point and calm himself down. “You smell extremely sweet.”

You gasped loudly, covering your mouth. “Derek!”

He jumps back, his too pretty of a face turning shocked. “What?!”

“You’re doing the fanfic thing!” You gasped, staring at him. “I’m ovulating.”

His eyes widened, Stiles already tripping down the stairs, candy falling from his grip. “What happened?!”

“Derek’s doing the fanfic thing!” You say, gasping loudly. “Holy shit, do you knot?!”

“Do I what?!” Derek shrieked. He knew what that was.

“Holy shit, do you knot?” Stiles gasps, quickly running to the kitchen. “If he knots, that is so unfair! That gives him like, an extra three inches!”

“I don’t knot, oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” He yelled at Stiles who raised a brow.

“You sure you don’t knot?”

“Well I’ve never tried!”

You put your hands out. “If you can knot, we’re trying that as soon as possible. I’m on birth control so it works out.”

Stiles gapes at you. “That is so not fair!”

“It’s not, but you can put that mouth to something better than talking shit,” you say, giggling as you walk over to them both and pull one of their hands to each side of your hips. “You guys are okay with this, right?”

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “I am, babe. I just want you.”

You couldn’t help but smile until Derek quickly grabs your chin, strong fingers delicately pulling your face to look at him. “Me too, bumblebee.”

You giggled at the nickname as he leaned down, humming softly as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Stiles groans in annoyance making you pull back slightly, quickly leaning forward to pull your lips to his instead. “We should skip movie night.”

Taglist: 𓆩[@lem0ns77]𓆪   𓆩[@cecepop15]𓆪   𓆩[@memeorydotcom]𓆪

© asterias-record-shop

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine stiles gives Derek a necklace that has a camera on it and stiles just loves to watch Derek working on cars and he’s just giggling and kicking his feet.

Then one day stiles goes to log in to see what Derek’s doing but Derek left work early so all stiles sees is himself sitting in front of the computer cause Derek is right behind him.

"It's not stalking! I just need to know where you are and if you're okay. What if you get hurt or kidnapped? ... And it's really cure to get Wolf Cam™ when you shift."

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART6 <333

i dont think im ever going to stop with these fic lists hehe they're to fun to make :) WELL HERE'S PART 6 ENJOY

1. The Hundred Mile Companion by Aceriee, PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

35K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 26K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles is hallucinating. He cracks open an eye. He's floating… no, not floating, because he's bouncing up and down, horizontal-like, the skyline above the trees growing closer, then more distant. There are hands holding him upright, cradling his upper back, his thighs. There's a face hovering above him, with a shock of black hair, and although Stiles is having problems focusing, the person looks good. Insanely, inhumanly good.

2. These Woods Sigh by blacktofade

80K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 98K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

3. His Only defence by LunaCanisLupus_22

78K words // Chapters: 14/14 // Hits: 637K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

4. By Any Other Name by entanglednow

33K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 488K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

5. Shaking the wings of their terrible youths by Daisyapples

29K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 10K // COMPLETED

//Not Rated//

Stiles didn't expect much when he stopped a stranger being attacked in an alleyway. He didn't expect the wolf following him around New York, didn't expect the help when he was sick, didn't expect the psycho blond attacking him, or the place to stay. He didn't expect the new family. Oh, and he definitely didn't expect werewolves.

6. On my Way by Gia279

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 9K // COMPLETED

//Not Rated//

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it. He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear. A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

7. I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

33K Words // Chapters: 8/8 // Hits: 106K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son. Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

[moonch8ld]

Derek is doing push-ups and Stiles is lying under him so he's more motivated to stay up on his arms and keep going and sometimes when Derek goes down he gets a peck on the lips (and then Derek gets tired and collapses heavily on top of Stiles, smushing him while Stiles flails).

[fiction-justanotherstateofmind]

I'm giggling and kicking my feet! This is SO good, perfect mix of smut and fluff. As a person with physical touch as love language this is something else.

I'm definitely gonna return here and read it all over again. You just healed something I didn't even know that needed to be healed.

Also, I read this in public... I had to explain why I had a giant smile on my face. But it was worth it!

P.S. Please consider posting this on AO3 because I really need to download this smut/fluff masterpiece.

Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏

Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.

.

Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—

—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.

—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.

But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.

“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.

Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up—“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.

.

Sometimes they’re quiet—

—Stiles whispers “oh god oh god oh god”, head tucked into Derek’s neck, trying to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.

—Derek whispers his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.

Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.

.

Sometimes they’re loud—

—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.

—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.

But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”

Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—

He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—

“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.

“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.

“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”

“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.

“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that—god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”

Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.

He can pretend, though.

“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”

Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”

“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”

“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.

.

Sometimes it’s just a release—

—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.

—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.

But—

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”

“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”

“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”

Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.

“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”

He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”

He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.

Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.

.

Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—

—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.

—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.

But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.

Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.

.

Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—

—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.

—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.

But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.

[jupitermelichios]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd & Derek Hale & Isaac Lahey & Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Creature Stiles Stilinski, Day At The Beach, Technically it's a river but it has beachy vibes, Fluff, Slice of Life, Pack Bonding, Genderqueer Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Has a Nice Day, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Good Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Good Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bonding, light and fluffy, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall, literally nothing happens except the packs having a nice day for once Series: Part 3 of Of Gods and Wolves Summary:

Scott is relaxed, and happy, and enjoying the camaraderie between the packs, so he doesn’t push Derek back into the water for the way he stares while Stiles is eating his lump of raw cow, but he does meet Erica’s eyes and laugh.

They’re the only couple who don’t make him constantly think about how much he misses Allison, mainly because they’re just so fucking weird all the time.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Y/N x Theo Raeken