#chef derek hale

[seaweed-water]

yes chef, 150k, explicit, completed

Derek Hale is an up-and-coming chef emerging in the Chicago food scene, soon to be global, and Stiles Stilinski is Chicago's very own celebrity food critic.

*Inspired* by The Bear, among other chef pop culture references, this is also a love letter to Chicago, and kind of Illinois as a whole. Also, food. This fic is dedicated to food.

tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Food Service, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Chef Derek Hale, Food Critic Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Addiction, Masturbation, Powerbottom Stiles Stilinski, Daddy Kink, Service Kink, Stiles and Derek are verse, Derek Hale is a Good Boy, Dom/sub Undertones, Hurt/Comfort, Series, part one is a sad ending, part two is a happy ending, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Chicago (City), Somnophilia, Sickfic

art by @lokicorey

[salty-fryingpan]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @hedwig221b to participate for the first time. I have Creepy stalker Derek as told by Scott

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Stiles seemed to grow red with rage as he spun on his heel and tore open the jeep door and forcefully ruffling through his gym bag before grabbing a lacrosse ball and turning to huck it full force at the man near the tree line.

He caught it like it was nothing.

"You son of a bitch I hate you!" Stiles yelled loud enough for Scott to hear before he started stalking towards him. Alarms started going off in Scott's mind. He staggered forward a bit unsure what to do. Stiles was in the man's face, his fists shaking at his sides and they just had a stare down. Scott called out to his friend and Stiles suddenly jerked from the man in alarm as he turned to set his eyes on Scott.

But the man was still watching Stiles. He reached to grab Stiles in what looked like a painful grip, rendering it impossible for the teen to move forward towards his friend. Then he did something that shook Scott to his very core. He forced Stiles to look at him, and then he roughly kissed him.

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I don't have anyone to tag cuz I got 1 mutual but I am here

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

So, I was reading Bones Straining Under the Weight, and was reminded of another sterek fic where Derek makes fancy food (on tv!?) and Stiles has a blog where he makes the same food, but with cheaper ingredients and kitchenware (think he started in college where he only had a hot plate or something), and Cora or Laura shows Derek, who sends Stiles fresh spices or expensive pots, and Stiles gives it all away.

I hope you or one of your followers may have better AO3-luck than me :)

A great fic!

Kiss the Cook by idyll

(1/1 I 5,004 I 5,004 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek's a professional chef, and Stiles is a blogger who butchers his recipes.

[midnightwinterhawk]

Home by TheTypewriterGirl

167k | Teen

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

A painting that never made it into Home 😚

[hedwig221b]

hey, love your fic recs, would love to see youtuber au if you have any 🥰

Thank you! Now, here's what I found:

Of Green Beans and YouTube by nerdfightingwhovian

Stiles has a YouTube show that is essentially Hannah Hart's "My Drunk Kitchen" where he cooks food drunk but actually pretty well. Derek is a serious chef on YouTube. He has cookbooks that you can buy in actual stores and stuff. He's the real deal.

Stiles' video-block is fixed when he stumbles across Derek guest-starring on a Food Network show. In a rush of inspiration he starts a new series where he cooks Derek's recipes drunk. Derek finds out about the show and instead of being angry, he's intrigued by the guy cooking and throwing things around his kitchen while drinking too much alcohol.

Who's Sourwolf?? by Star_crossed02

Based on Kris' prompt:

YouTuber Stiles doing a livestream when mysterious boyfriend comes in to kiss Stiles and everyone freaking out.

I twisted it a bit, but hopefully you'll like it.

Stop @’ing Me (It’s Giving me Anxiety) by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Derek… had no idea what to say. Or how to react. Or what to even feel.

What the hell was going on?

He immediately went to YouTube to check his video, and the first thing he noticed was that his subscriber count had indeed changed, just as he’d suspected.

Except not in the direction he’d anticipated.

When he’d gone to bed, he’d still been a few thousand subscribers away from one million. Something like seventeen or eighteen thousand away.

He was now staring at his subscriber count sitting at over one million by a fair margin.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself, and went to look at his newest video about AllAboutMischief. It was sitting at three-hundred thousand views in the first hour, and had more comments than he’d ever gotten on any of his videos since he began uploading.

“What the fuck?” he whispered again, a little more desperately.

I'll Be Your Robin by mikkimouse

"You're sitting in my background!" Stiles waved behind him. "Can't you just scoot to the left by, like, two feet? Or go to the library until I'm done?"

Derek scowled, and really, that angry look shouldn't turn Stiles on as much as it pisses him off. "I don't have room to scoot two feet to the left. And the last time I left the room while you were recording, I ended up getting stuck outside until midnight."

"I had to do multiple takes!"

Derek's scowl didn't lift. "You yelled at me when I came in here to go to bed."

Good for you by lilysaid

Completely by chance, I saw a "human boyfriend for werewolf roleplay" ASMR video on YouTube and thought 1. Stiles would totally do something as reckless as making an ASMR channel for werewolves 2. He would be really good at it and 3. It would definitely blow up in his face.

The Curly Fries Show with Stiles Stilinski by greenleaf

“Curly fries are only for the brave, so is love.” -- Five times Stiles interviewed celebrities for his popular YouTube show, ‘The Curly Fries Show with Stiles Stilinski’, and one time he was the one interviewed.

Or

Five times Stiles hung out with his attractive, adorable, bashful, architect building-mate Derek Hale and one time he hung out with his attractive, adorable, bashful, architect building-mate, boyfriend Derek Hale.

Ink Me by AsagiStilinski

Derek is never going to find his soulmate, because there's no way in hell there exists a man named Mieczyslaw in Beacon Hills

Then Erica hires Stiles

Daddy Do's by apocryphal

“Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.”

[Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]

My Stupid Boyfriend Tag by ALoza

Stiles is a Youtuber, and this is Derek's first time on camera.

Thirsty and trapped by TalesoftheEnchantedForest

Stiles has a YouTube channel and decides to film a video where he reacts to thirst traps.

Then he promptly falls in love with one of the men, but it's not like they would ever meet in real life, right?

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | hurt/comfort | magical Stiles | mafia | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse

[sterekeverlasting]

our love is as boundless as the sea itself

fic by @evanesdust and @sterekbros, featuring art by multiE for the Sterek Everlasting Summer 2024 Edition

You can read the magazine online here

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Chef Stiles Stilinski, Marine biologist Derek Hale, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Meet-Cute, Ocean, Beaches, Beach Sex, Walks On The Beach, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Blow Jobs, Happy Ending, No Angst, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Summary:

Derek tried not to stare, but Stiles was even more attractive up close—with lips that he absolutely shouldn’t want to kiss, considering they were strangers. He had to mentally shake the thoughts away because this wasn’t like him. He cleared his throat and nodded toward the trucks. “So, do you have experience with turtle rescue? We’re always looking for more volunteers.” “Yeah, yeah. I used to help sometimes with my mom here when I was a kid, but I’ve been volunteering in New York for the past seven years.” Stiles rested his hands on his hips and glanced around the beach before his eyes returned to Derek. “I’ve read one of your pamphlets though.” Stiles’ eyes trailed down and then up Derek’s body. “How many do you think are out here?” Was he…? Derek paused, his thoughts momentarily scattered by Stiles’ blatant once-over. Usually, he didn’t care for attention like that, but Stiles’ gaze was oddly flattering. It was different somehow. Refreshing. “We’re estimating hundreds,” he finally responded. “But we won’t have a clear idea until we’ve scoured the entire area. It’s going to be a long day. Think you’re up for it?” Derek hoped he was. ...or the one where a chance encounter led to more.

[patolemus]

Sterek fic recs: Time Travel AU Edition

As I promised @oldefashioned here is the start of my unending sterek fic reccing. I’ll go by category because this post will never end otherwise.

1. song of the phoenix by graveltotempo

In a last ditch effort to save Beacon Hills after everyone else has died, Stiles channels all of his energy and magic into cleansing the Nemeton and the magical core of the town. But he is more powerful than he knows, more connected to the Nemeton than anyone can guess, and a group of kids, teenagers and adults wakes up in the middle of the night ten years earlier with a second chance they didn't know they needed and a bond they don't understand. Stiles though? Stiles wakes up with a little more.

Notes: It's just. So good. It's kinda hard to explain but basically no one knows what's going on but at the same time it works. Kinda. They're working on it. Stiles is awesome in this, I especially love his relationship with the Hales, because of course I do. It's ongoing.

2. Twice And For All by novasillies

“Derek,” he said despite himself. The werewolf’s eyes sharpened. Scott gave him a distressed look. “Do I know you?” He asked tensely, and Stiles grinned in return. “Oh, no,” he answered, “Not yet.” - In which a well-timed conflict between the magic of the Ghost Riders and Stiles' spark sends him back to the day Scott got bitten. Stiles pointedly changes nothing and so God complexes, needlessly complex romantic drama, and pure, unbridled silliness ensue. (Updates every Thursday wink wonk)

Notes: This is to date one of my favorite time travel fics of all time, across multiple fandoms. Stiles in this one is just *chef's kiss*. Completely unhinged, I love him. Also, the sterek? Easily one of the best dynamics I've read. It's ongoing, only four chapters left!

3. Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?  Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Notes: I liked this one because it's not the typical Stiles travels back in time after everyone else in the pack dies. It's got a different premise, still somewhat canon compliant (maybe??? canon enough), and it's amazingly done. It's complete.

4. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." ----- The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

Notes: So good! Stiles is a traumatized bean and the Hales are just everything! It's complete.

5. The A Spark of Hope and the Butterfly Effect series by Phlinting

It's been eleven years since Scott was bitten by a feral werewolf and, despite his pack's many victories along the way, Gerard Argent's influence lives on. As the knowledge of the supernatural spread to the general population so did the hatred and fear of the unknown. The McCall pack has been picked off one by one and Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, and Peter Hale are the only three left, on the run and barely surviving. But Stiles has found a spell. He has the magic, the spark, and his belief. He has his dad and Peter to help power it and he has the will and desperation to succeed. He's going back to the Hale fire and this time he's going to stop it ALL before it starts. It's the perfect solution. Too bad things never go quite according to plan...

Notes: The Sheriff and Peter are *chef's kiss* here! I really don't know how to explain all that happens here but it gets a little out of control in the best way. It's complete.

6. The The Long Way Round series by exclamation

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?   And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Notes: This series had me in a chokehold, I cried so much but it was absolutely worth it! Stiles doesn't plan to travel back in time on this one, this just... happen, and it all spirals a bit out of control. But don't worry! You may have no idea of what's going to happen, but the author certainly did and they did an amazing work. It's complete.

7. It’s Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.   Derek, it’s fucking happening! Derek, please!   He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere. Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot. “It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.” (SNYE - January 2nd - Time Travel)

Notes: This is not canon compliant. It's a whole other universe, actually, and it's so good. Good ol' Derek is losing his mind over here, but it's alright! Things work out just fine. It's complete.

These ones are not time travel, but dimensional travel. It’s similar enough so here you go.

8. The play it again series by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself. “Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Notes: I honestly don't know how to show the whole of my appreciation for this series. I think I've read this about five times since I found it last year. Stiles lands himself in a whole other dimension, where the Hale House fire never happened and Scott is human. It goes about as well as you can expect. It's technically not complete, but the main piece is.

9. The Home Across The Universe series by TricksterShi

You can lose your home and spend your whole life looking for it, sometimes you may even find bits of it again. But sometimes home goes out searching and finds you first. ~ The day he loses his father and his pack, Stiles is transported to a parallel world where his counterpart is nine years old and seemingly small changes have had a huge impact on the course of events in Beacon Hills. At first sticking to the shadows as a vigilante to protect his otherworld father and younger self, Stiles is soon drawn out into the light and onto a path that forces him to confront the traumas of his past so that he can make a place for himself in this new world.

Notes: Just. This absolute beast of a universe is seriously so well done, and so good. Imagine play it again, but much more depressing and waaaay longer. The angst is on point! The Stilinskis are the best in this one. And Derek and Laura have my heart, love my pookies. Stiles is not having the best times, but he'll be looked after, don't worry! Also technically not complete, but all the pieces in the series are done.

10. The Ley Lines series by forestofbabel

Stiles is back in town after many years, angry and bitter and disconnected from anything you might call pack. It might as well be a tradition at this point that he gets drunk and wakes up in the woods. Only, this time, something is different.  The ghosts that have weighed in his heart are alive and well, and Stiles gets to witness a life that could have been his. There is one thing he knows, though. No matter how much he may want to stay, he has to go home.  If the ley lines you should follow, and your dwelling at the end, and find your presence has been hollowed, your hereafter is to amend." *** Stiles is faced in this new world with someone he had been avoiding for a long time. Himself.  The Double Walker cannot survive where the Double Walker dwells *** Derek had an itch under his skin. There was something missing. He knew exactly what it was. Who it was. His regrets paraded themselves in a steady stream, and he had to watch as Stiles left time and time again, knowing it would be the only way to let the ley lines heal. That didn't make it hurt any less. Still, some part of Derek hoped.

Notes: I honestly just read the first part, but I thought I'd add the whole series so people know what they're getting into. The first part can be read as a stand alone, so if anyone wants to stop after that they absolutely can. The fic itself is a bit sad, but it has a happy ending! Stiles travels to another dimension, and shenanigans follow. The series is complete.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

DEREK'S OLD LADY SIGNATURE

via @campylucius

Hey, I was just wondering what age you thought Derek was in season one? Cause it’s a heavily debated and unknown piece of information. Me personally I always thought he was 19 in the pilot, and this was before I had read anything about the writers wanting him to be that age in the pilot. It was just the way he acted, to me, it doesn’t seem like a mid-20s man. Also stiles says the fire happened “ like ten years ago” but then a few episodes later Peter says he’s been in a coma for 6 years. So I was just curious what you thought. Also stiles saying that is always made out to be taken as it literally happened exactly ten years ago, and people always bring it up but they never talk about how long Peter said it had been.

Sorry if this is long I just enjoy your blog and your thoughts. I wanted to share mine while also hearing it from your perspective. Hope you have a wonderful day, you deserve it!

This is a very tricky subject to handle, because the writers made mistakes in their own timeline so they switched things around.

But in the very first episode Stiles says that Derek is only a few years older than them. I always figured that Derek was around 19 in Season 1, while Stiles was 16.

The reason why they messed everything up so horribly is because they hadn't actually created a timeline for all the events when they started writing, and to me, it made the show feel like a fan fiction writer who was just making it up as they went and then all the reviewers were saying, "Hey, you have a few continuity errors," and instead of trying to make it work, they just made something up and didn't really try to go back and adjust anything.

There's a scene that happens when Stiles is asking Peter and Cora about Derek's past (Season 3, Episode 8 "Visionary"), and he is trying to find out how old they are, and this train wreck section of dialogue occurs:

Stiles: Okay, if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? ...How old are you now? Peter: Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think. Stiles: Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you? Cora: I'm seventeen. Stiles: See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people. Cora: Well, seventeen how you'd measure in years. Stiles: Alright, I'm just gonna drop it.

This dialogue made me so pissy when I heard it the first time because I knew that this was the writers' response to the viewers and fans. The fans are Stiles in this conversation, and the writers are Peter and Cora being purposely "frustratingly vague" in the hopes that we'll just "drop it", which a lot of us did because they wouldn't give us any straight answers.

They messed up and they know it.

In my head canon -- because it makes the most sense to me -- Derek is three years older than them. Canonically, Derek is actually only ten days older than me, as seen in this enhanced screencap right here (from Season 1, Episode 11, where Kate has him kidnapped and held up in chains):

So according to this he would have been around 22, about to turn 23 in the first season...but here's something to take into consideration. This driver's license isn't for California -- it's for New York. I have a theory that he got a professional fake I.D. so that he could do more jobs (such as bartending) while he was out of state.

Now, when Stiles mentions the fire was "like, ten years ago," I genuinely think that he was just generalizing. Derek was sixteen when Kate took advantage of him raped him, which means that the fire happened when Stiles was around twelve/thirteen (as he has a canonically April 8th birthday, so it all depends on the months).

Regarding anything Peter might have said...please remember that it has been firmly established in the show that Peter is an unreliable narrator. Stiles openly admits that to Cora in the previously mentioned Season 3, Episode 8, "Visionary".

A lot of these issues are because of the lack of consistency from the writers.

I think the biggest problem was when they cast a younger Peter and totally threw the timelines off, trying to make him only a few years older than Derek -- which he wasn't. Peter is Derek's uncle, for crying out loud! The man would have been in his late twenties, early thirties when Derek was a teen, barely looking any different than he does in the show...and yet the writers and producers thought that making him look almost like a teenager was the right call.

I do think it was a last ditch attempt to try and make Derek waaay older than Stiles because they didn't like the shipping -- but they had already established too much of their timeline at that point and simply messed up and didn't have the guts to admit it.

Simply put, I genuinely think Derek was nineteen and turned twenty during season one.

Hope that answers your questions, anon!

[seaweed-water]

"WIP" whenever

i don't have a current wip that's far enough along to share for anything to make sense, so i'm going to cheat and share the last sex scene in dotp because it's hot and i'm super proud of it. if you haven't read it and don't really want to read a 240k story, just know that derek hale is a good boy.

thank you for tagging me @endwersed <3

“What do you wanna do for your birthday?” Derek asks, stuffing in a bite of his cheeseburger as he looks across the table expectantly.

Stiles sips his soda, his eyes following the passersby on the street behind Derek, swiping a fry before returning his gaze to his fiancé. He can’t say it to anyone, so he says it in his head as much as he can. His lips slant in a smirk, his eyes washing over Derek’s face.

“I think you’d look really good in red,” Stiles starts, leaning back in his chair, legs spreading as he eats another fry.

Derek, oblivious, chews on his food and shrugs before mumbling, “Sure.”

“Lingerie,” Stiles finishes, his smirk lingering as he waits for Derek’s reaction.

He chokes a bit and clears his throat before grabbing their shared drink and sipping through the chewed-up straw, his face coloring beautifully. Stiles can’t help the hearty giggle pulled out of him, his grin widening.

Derek’s eyes shift side to side as he scans the empty food shack and leans in closer. Stiles leans in to meet him, popping another fry in his mouth, chewing with an amused smile. Derek clears his throat again and mutters, “Is that what you want for your birthday?”

“Mhm. The whole get-up. I’d say you’re probably a B-cup.”

Derek colors even darker, and Stiles bites his lip, his grin stretching as he studies Derek’s face in delight.

“Stiles,” he grumbles, and Stiles revels in it—his reaction is just as sweet as the image in his mind. Almost.

“Yes?”

Derek swipes a hand over his beard and swallows thickly. “Fine. But we’re not shopping for that in person.”

Stiles quirks an eyebrow, almost challenging, but no real intention of humiliating Derek to that extent. They’ve got an image to uphold, whatever that is. Stiles actually doesn’t care what people think of his sex life. He’s already known for being a fuckboy, though that label has gone out the window since Derek’s been back in the picture. If anything, he’d prefer to keep what Derek does in the bedroom out of the gossip rags—that’s Stiles’ business only.

When they get home, Stiles grabs the measuring tape before pulling Derek to their bed, hands on his shoulders as he guides him to sit. His fingers weave through his hair as he pecks his lips, standing between his open thighs before his hands drag up the hem of his shirt. Derek raises his arms and lets Stiles undress him, immediately pressing their lips together again as he guides him to stand back up. Derek is quiet as Stiles measures him, kissing each pec as he does so, unable to keep his lips off him as he mumbles out the numbers to better remember them.

“Why do you wanna see me in lingerie?” he asks, his voice low and curious, nonjudging as always.

“Because you’ll look pretty in it,” Stiles answers, his lips stretching into a smirk as he looks up at Derek from under his eyebrows. He wraps the tape measure around his waist, Derek’s muscles quivering where his fingers brush.

After a brief pause, his expression entirely too solemn for this situation, Derek asks, “Can I see you in lingerie?”

Stiles’ smirk widens, reaching between them to unbutton Derek’s pants before pushing them off his hips. “Okay, baby.” He leans in for another quick kiss before kneeling in front of him, wrapping the tape measure around his hips, kissing below his belly button along the trail leading beneath his boxer briefs. Stiles’ fingertips graze through the dense hair over his thighs before measuring around the thick muscle just above his knee, looking up at Derek with a smile.

“What color do you want to see me in?”

“Pink looks good on you.” Derek’s hand reaches out, fingers brushing Stiles’ hair back. “Like a cool pink. Or periwinkle.”

Stiles grins, huffing out a small laugh. “That’s so specific. Have you thought of this before?”

Derek shrugs, his lips curling. “Just the past hour or so. But I liked the colors you were wearing before. They look good against your tattoos.”

Before meaning the bright and baggy clothes Stiles wore when he was high every day. He’s shifted back to his time-tested wardrobe since sobering up, and Derek has taken to wearing the bold colors as his loungewear. They’re not as baggy on him, his godlike form filling them out quite nicely, but Stiles can’t decide how he feels about it—on one hand, they remind him of that time in his life, despite most of it being a blur. On the other, he likes that Derek wears his clothes around the house, and they’re the only rags of Stiles’ that comfortably fit him. It hasn’t bothered Stiles enough to say anything, so the latter feeling seems to outweigh the former.

After placing a kiss to his thigh, Stiles rises again, his arms wrapping around Derek’s waist as their gazes meet. “You like my tattoos?”

“Of course I do. I love everything about you.”

Stiles can’t help the sardonic laugh that bursts out of him, his eyes rolling softly as Derek’s hands settle on his hips. “I thought we were done lying to each other.”

Derek furrows his eyebrows, casting him an incredulous look. “Why would I lie? It’d be boring if you weren’t a little mean. I think it’s hot,” he says, his tone teasing with a hint of a smirk.

Stiles scoffs, a feigned glower in his gaze. “Oh, so now I’m mean?”

Derek rolls his eyes, leaning in to kiss him, and Stiles nips at his bottom lip, his hands slipping to Derek’s ass with a squeeze.

“You want me to be mean to you, baby?”

His breath hitches when Stiles nips him a little too hard, hands squeezing over Stiles’ hips, fingers digging into the pulp of his ass.

“Yeah,” Derek breathes out, pulling Stiles flush against him, pausing as he nips Stiles’ lip right back before mumbling, “I want you to spank me.”

Stiles swallows at that, pulling back to regard him. Derek’s eyes linger on Stiles’ mouth before meeting his gaze, lips curling. “On your birthday.”

“How long have you been thinking of this?” Stiles squeezes his ass again, his eyes searching as his brows knit together.

Derek shrugs again, looking up before returning his gaze with a coy smile. “For a while. But I’m always your good boy, so it never made sense.”

“Yes, you are,” Stiles agrees with a soft huff of laughter, the fabric of Derek’s boxers gathering between his fingers as he massages over his ass. He’s thought of spanking him too, what color the imprint of his hand would be over his lovely hairy cheeks, but it’s true—Derek has never been deserving of a spanking.

“I’ll give you whatever you ask for, chef,” he says, gazing at him from under his lashes as he leans in to seal their lips together again, fingertips skimming over the seam over his ass.

After a quick round, and remeasurements because Stiles forgot them already, he orders the set he wants to see his future husband in, addressing the package to Derek so he can surprise Stiles with it. Even though he’s expecting it, Stiles is no less stunned at how gorgeous he looks in crimson, the black garter belt snug around his waist, his tanned flesh and course hair peeking through the delicate lace.

Stiles snaps the suspender belt over his thigh, admiring the crisp lines of his stockings, the bloom of red under his skin. Derek is already half-hard, his cock bulging against the fabric, a light flush up his neck in his open vulnerability. He looks heavenly sublime, Stiles’ mouth watering as he scans him from head to toe, his hand pressing Derek’s hip as he guides him to turn around. His heart speeds up, dick twitching when Derek reaches back and tugs the thin ribbon of his thong to the side, his legs spreading and ass perking out as he reveals the red jewel covering his hole.

“Jesus, fuck, baby.” He bites his lip as he admires the plug, reaching up to press against the jewel, Derek’s breath hitching as his hole clenches. Stiles tugs him closer by his hips, kissing the dimples at the swell of his ass before turning him around again.

“Kneel for me,” Stiles tells him, snatching a pillow before placing it on the floor in front of him where he sits on the edge of their bed. Derek sinks to his knees, his hands falling to Stiles’ thighs as he settles nicely between them, and Stiles praises him with a soft smile and fingers through his hair.

“You’re so gorgeous, Derek. My beautiful boy,” Stiles purrs, Derek leaning into his touch as his other hand presses over Derek’s pectorals just above his bra. He lets it slide down over his sternum before hooking a finger over the center gore behind the silken bow, tugging him a bit closer.

“Happy birthday, daddy,” Derek murmurs, his eyes searching as he bites his lip, his skin still a stunning shade of red.

Stiles strokes his thumb over Derek’s warm cheek, his smile lingering. “Thank you, baby. It’s been perfect.”

It’s really been the best day. They’ve both been excited and waiting for this part of it, but the meantime has passed by quickly enough. Derek cooked for him, a given, and they took the train to visit the Art Institute, enjoyed coffee from The Café, and stopped by Sweet for the cake Scott baked him. Their outing took it out of him, so they came home and took a nap, and Derek woke him up only moments ago in his new outfit for Stiles’ eyes only.

Derek leans into his touch, gazing up at Stiles beneath his luscious lashes as he waits for his next command.

Derek is inherently a quiet soul, his expressions conveying his emotions easily enough without his words, but in his subspace—soft and pliant under Stiles’ touch, eager to please and happy to oblige—he’s almost completely silent save for the sweet noises Stiles savors. His hands slide up Stiles’ thighs as his eyes wash over Stiles’ face, lips curled in a careful smile.

“Tell me your safeword,” Stiles demands, his gaze soft as he passes his fingers through his hair once again.

“Pequod’s,” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Good boy. Whenever you want, we can stop, okay baby?”

Derek nods and presses closer to him, his lacy breasts brushing against Stiles’ clothed stomach, eyes searching as he waits patiently. Stiles adjusts the strap over his shoulder with an affectionate smile, hand settling at the nape of his neck.

“Kiss me, chef,” Stiles tells him, and Derek’s lips are on his mouth not a second later, big hands firmly pressing around each side of Stiles’ waist as he angles his head and lets Stiles dip his tongue in, cupping Derek’s jaw firmly as he holds him in place. Stiles could kiss him for hours, until both of them have beard burn and their lips are raw, his tongue sweet and sensuous, mouth open and willing, but soon enough he has Derek over his knees, arm firmly wrapped around his torso as he sits on the edge of their bed in a diagonal, fingertips grazing over his plump cheeks. He can hear Derek’s breathing, intentional and steady as Stiles massages him, occasionally slipping his hand down to cup him through his panties where a cool wet spot has already formed. He strokes the raised hair over his cheeks again, admiring the way he shudders, his arms outstretched over the bed as he molds himself to Stiles’ touch.

“You ready?” Stiles asks, his voice low, and Derek nods. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yes,” he breathes out, his ass inclined against Stiles’ hand.

Stiles would kiss him if he could, just to ensure he knows this is done out of the utmost love and reverence, gratified beyond measure from Derek’s simple enough request. He’s entrusted Stiles with the power to spank him, gifting it to him on his birthday like he’s handing himself over on a silver platter. It’s a testament of Derek’s profound understanding of him, of knowing him from the inside out, granting Stiles what he desires most—authority over him. He knows how much Stiles loves to tease him, to cause him pain in the best ways, to make Derek ache like he aches to have total possession and control over him, only for Stiles to yield Derek’s anointed power back to him by breaking him down just to build him up again.  

For Derek, giving Stiles that power allows him the freedom to let go. There is nothing for him to worry about, because Stiles will take care of it.

He gives Derek’s ass a tender squeeze, mumbles I love you, baby, and raises his flat hand before bringing it down over his cheek with a loud smack. Derek gasps, his muscles tensing, ass jiggling in the wake of Stiles’ slap.

“You like that?” Stiles’ tone is curious and careful, patient as he awaits Derek’s response.

“Yes, daddy,” Derek murmurs, his hips rocking a bit over Stiles’ spread thighs, cock leaking.

Stiles’ lips curl into a pleased smile, caressing the spot his hand just assaulted. Derek relaxes instantly to his touch, and a stroke of heat slices through his loins, in awe of Derek’s pliable body and willful predisposition.

“Good boy,” he whispers, his thumb stroking where his hand lay over his torso. His hand rises and meets skin once again, this time on his other cheek, caressing his flesh after each strike. He keeps a steady pace, alternating between each cheek, mesmerized by the way his skin grows pink and hot under Stiles’ palm, how his back dips to feel each smack as fully as possible, skin undulating after each spank. His hips rut into the side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles reaches to cup his straining cock, his needy, half-choked moans registering straight to Stiles’ dick.

“How do you feel?” Stiles asks him, letting his stinging fingers trail along the ribbon between Derek’s cheeks. He presses against the stem pushing out of Derek’s hole, earning Stiles a breathy whine and another roll of his hips.

“Uh huh,” Derek responds, dazed as he pants over Stiles’ knees. Stiles laughs, a grin splitting his face as he massages over Derek’s rear. His skin is hot to the touch, red spreading exquisitely over each cheek.

Stiles offers him a final strike, and Derek gasps out an oh as his body melts against Stiles and his hole clenches around the plug. Stiles wants to see his face, the waxy look in his eyes, but first he instructs Derek to lay across the bed, where Stiles presses his legs together and straddles over his calves as he leans down, brushing his lips over Derek’s derriere.

“You did such a good job, baby,” Stiles mumbles, hands squeezing as if molding the flesh of his ass like clay, thumbs spreading his cheeks apart. “I love it when you melt under my touch. You’re so good for daddy.”

Derek keens in response, his body elongating as he presses back against Stiles’ lips. Stiles bites at one cheek, tender and teasing before licking over it with a parting kiss, and then leans back to tug gently at the plug embedded inside his lover, watching Derek shudder beneath him.

“Just relax for me, baby,” Stiles says, waiting for his muscles to visibly slacken, and then, “good boy.” Stiles tugs again, fingers underneath the jeweled base, watching his hole flutter as Derek wills himself to relax and let go of it. Stiles imagines the ache drawing up Derek’s spine as the widest part of the bulb resists against the puckered ring, the part that Stiles craves whenever Derek is inside him, and Derek whimpers, his shoulders tightening as he grips and presses into a pillow.

“Shh, you’re okay, baby,” Stiles coos, his other hand pressed at the small of Derek’s back, thumb stroking over one of the dimples there. He lets the wide part sit just at the precipice, his mouth watering as Derek pants and attempts to widen his legs to accommodate it, only to whimper again when he realizes there’s nowhere for him to go—Stiles’ mercy is his only reprieve. Stiles knows this part hurts, sweat dampening Derek’s skin, his hole wet and pulsing. Stiles releases the plug, letting it sink back into his hot heat as Derek writhes beneath him.

“Daddy,” Derek whines, his cheeks squeezing together as he readjusts around the fat bulb he’d been hoping for Stiles to pull from him. Stiles can’t help the devious chuckle escaping him, biting his lip as he watches in wonder. He savors the powerful feeling it gives him, to tease and deny him, the desperation in his tone, the way his hole convulses in an attempt to push it out and resume a life without the agony creeping up his spine. Inevitably, Stiles takes pity on him, fingers curling around the base once again before tugging gently, only letting the wide part ache inside him for a second longer before finally pulling it free. Derek groans in relief, his hole puffy and red, clenching around nothing now as Stiles pushes his thong string to the side.

“That’s my good boy. It feels good, doesn’t it?” Stiles asks, a hand pressed on each cheek as he spreads them apart.

“Yes,” Derek breathes out, hole fluttering once again, and Stiles doesn’t resist leaning in to kiss him there, the squamous skin hot against his lips before he lets his tongue lap over his pulsating hole. Derek moans, the sound muffled as he presses into the pillow, his ass sticking out further as he pushes against Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles indulges him, sharpening his tongue to fuck his velvety insides, flattening it again to stroke over the wrinkled skin. Derek is a mess beneath him, skin damp with sweat, the wet spot spreading over his pretty panties as his hips rock into the mattress.

Finally, Stiles pulls away after a final kiss, longing to see his blissed-out face, his cock aching to be inside him, and shifts so that he can guide Derek to roll over.

He is stunning, his skin flushed from his chest to his cheeks, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted in a torpor. A pleased grin stretches Stiles’ lips as he guides Derek’s legs to spread and fall open before settling between his strong thighs.

“God, look at you, baby. You’re so pretty,” Stiles says, stroking along the inside of Derek’s thighs, trailing over his weeping budge before letting his fingers skim under the elastic band. He tugs the underwear down, tucking it beneath his heavy balls, the red tip of him peeking from under the delicate sheath of his foreskin. Stiles pulls the hem of his shirt up to tuck under his arm, shoving his sweatpants just below his hips, his cock bobbing free. He hooks his hands behind Derek’s knees, pressing his hips against the back of Derek’s pushed-up thighs. Their cocks brush together, and Derek presses his head back with a low moan as his eyes fall shut and his breath comes out in short pants. Stiles works his hips, frotting against Derek’s cock, watching his face as his desperate little noises fill the air between them.

“Stiles—” Derek gasps out in warning, and Stiles stills immediately, pulling away and letting Derek’s legs fall to the side again as his hands wrap around Derek’s cock with a tight, unremitting squeeze. His breath hitches in his throat, hips bucking into Stiles’ hand, sweat sprouting over his temple with a cry falling from his lips.

With a grin, his heart beating on adrenaline, Stiles says, “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be coming for a while.”

Derek whines, his brows knit together in desperate frustration, the vein in his cock pulsing in Stiles’ hands.

“You know how much I love edging you, don’t be upset, my love,” Stiles says, a teasing lilt in his tone as he gently pushes down his foreskin. Derek sucks in a breath, his exposed tip wet and swollen, and Stiles can’t resist swiping his thumb over the slit before wiping the juices over his tongue. Derek watches him through slitted eyes, his chest rising and falling, breath hitching as he swallows.

Stiles reaches for the lube off to the side of their bed, slicking himself up as he watches Derek in return, their gazes locked in.

“I’m gonna warm my cock inside you, and edge you until you cry. You won’t move a muscle. Stay perfectly still for me, okay baby?”

Derek swallows with a soft nod, his gaze fixed, his breathing evening out. He inhales sharply as Stiles shoves the thong to the side and lines himself up, the tip of him sinking into his stretched-out heat. Derek’s hole flutters around him before Stiles’ hips jerk the rest of the way inside.

Stiles chokes out a choppy moan as he grips Derek’s waist, his breath stolen as Derek presses all around him. “Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good. I love being inside you.”

Derek seems to have lost all his words, his heaving chest the only moving part of him as he relaxes completely under Stiles’ gaze. Stiles shifts so that his folded legs slot beneath Derek’s backside, Derek’s legs falling to each side as Stiles angles to let his cock press right against his prostate. Derek shivers beneath him, his cock twitching, a string of precum connecting his dick to his hallowed stomach.

“Feel good?” Stiles asks, his voice a bit wrecked as he lets Derek adjust around him, and Derek nods, his gaze locked with Stiles’ as he bites his lip and holds himself still.

“Good,” Stiles says, breathless, and Derek clenches around him, his lips curling in a teasing smirk when Stiles sucks in a sharp lungful, hands squeezing Derek’s waist over his garter belt. His eyes narrow, lips pursed with a hint of a smile. “Cheeky boy. No moving. Just float for me, baby.”

In response, Derek does as he’s told, and Stiles proceeds with his promise, slicking Derek’s cock as he pulls up and squeezes just below the tip, dragging his strokes out as he teases him along. Occasionally, Derek’s hole will tighten around him, pulling him back to the surface when he nearly tips over the edge, his eyelids tugging open and brows drawing in as he meets Stiles’ gaze in a silent question he already knows the answer to. Stiles tamps his orgasm back down, tiny whimpers humming in Derek’s chest, his breath quickening before Stiles calms him down again with soft strokes over his exposed skin—along his arms, over his chest, down his stomach and thighs, worshipping every part of him. His hand curls around the base of his cock again, persisting in his righteous endeavor to render the tears and cum out of Derek like Stiles is entitled to them.

“So good for me, Derek, just like this,” Stiles encourages him, his tone soft and low, and on the fourth round of denial is when the sweet tears slip over his temples, his brackish gaze wet and steady as Stiles wriggles the pad of his thumb at his frenulum relentlessly, tiny whimpers slithering from the back of his throat as his eyebrows draw together in a desperate plea. Stiles’ lips stretch into a gentle smile, his gaze softened in adulation as he reaches up to swipe the brine away and lick his thumb clean. “That’s perfect, baby. You’re so stunning when you cry. Come for daddy.”

Derek’s eyes fall shut as they roll back in his head, his body stilling in Stiles’ command as he lets go. His interiors grip Stiles’ cock as he comes in spurts, Stiles duteously milking him through it as he watches in besotted fascination. Stiles praises him the whole time, good boy, good boy, yes, baby, just like that, knowing it only further prolongs his climax, soft groans with each release as fresh tears spill over his cheeks and gather his eyelashes into spiky clumps.

The image is enough to bring Stiles over the edge, balls drawing in as his pulsing cock empties inside him, each wave swelling through him like a surge of hot electricity. His mouth falls open with a choked moan, eyes slipping shut as his head tips back in ecstasy.

It's better than any drug he’s ever consumed—filling him up like this, molding Derek to his will, watching him cry because he gave Stiles the power to make it so.

He sinks over Derek’s chest, hands coming up to hold his face and press their foreheads together as their deep inhales fall in sync. Stiles tilts Derek’s head to trace his tongue over his salty cheeks before sealing their lips together with lingering pecks and praises in between—my good boy, you’re perfect, chef, such a good job, I’m so proud of you, I love you so much baby, and Derek’s arms wrap around his torso, pressing him close as he revels in the praise, a soft smile curving his lips.

“I love you, too. Happy birthday.” His voice is low and sated, fingertips pressing along Stiles’ spine, and Stiles thanks him with another round of kisses, his smile matching as his thumbs stroke over Derek's fuzzy cheeks.

When Stiles eventually pulls out, long after their post-haze, he shucks off his shirt and tugs up his sweatpants before getting to work on undressing Derek. He unclips the suspender belts and swipes down his thighs, peeling off his stockings in the same movement before tapping on Derek’s hip. Derek raises them for Stiles to slip the thong off him, his soft cock sticking against his abdomen as he settles back down with a gratified sigh.

“Turn over, baby,” Stiles instructs, and Derek does as he’s told, his eyes slipping shut as Stiles unhooks his bra and unclasps the garter belt, both falling away to reveal red and imprinted skin. Stiles leans down and kisses him along the stamped band, fingertips massaging gently, letting his lips brush wherever he can reach.

And because he can’t resist, he grabs the plug and presses it back inside him, securing his cum right where it belongs. Derek doesn’t even flinch, his hole stretched out for the evening and all too happy to accommodate as he shivers and lets himself adjust again.

He grabs Derek’s water bottle from the bedside table and has Derek sit up, his hair in disarray, his blinks slow and dreamy. Stiles can’t help the grin, proud he’s made his sub so contented, stealing a kiss before handing him the bottle.

“Drink up. I’m gonna start us a bath,” he says, and Derek hums in acknowledgment as he chugs his water down. Stiles draws them a bubble bath and lights a few candles before pulling Derek along. Derek slips between his legs, and Stiles washes him, tender and unhurried as Derek relaxes against him.

Taking care of Derek feels like an extension of taking care of himself, and Stiles swears he’s so much better for it—the best gift Derek could ever give him. It’s a peace that he can make a home out of.

They end the perfect day with tacos and a blunt, a movie on as heavy raindrops pelt against the window. They snuggle up on the couch, Ravioli between them, and Stiles has a hard time imagining it could get any better than this.

tagging @demonicfaerie! i have the 'ziety and i'm too scared to tag anyone else lmao. if you wanna participate, do it and tag me back so i know it's real <3

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Wip Wednesday for my latest brain worm

This is Teacher!Stiles × 19yo!Derek. Scott is Stiles son and Derek's friend. Derek has a crush on Stiles that goes from bad to worse after they sleep together. (Based around the movie "The Boy Next Door" staring JLo) he forms an unhealthy obsession.

"What do you think you're doing are you out of your mind?!" Derek was the only one in the gym, so Stiles didn't hold his voice back nearly as much as he should have. "What?" Derek bit out, a dark look in his eye as he slowly trailed it up and down the man in front of him. "Don't ever send me flowers again. Do you know what would happen if someone found out?" Stiles hissed as he stopped in front of the teen. "That's why I didn't sign them." Stiles practically let out a snarl of his own. "This is not happening. We are not happening. That was a mistake and I'm sorry-" "Don't you dare fucking finish that sentence." "I was feeling incredibly vulnerable. But what happened can never happen again." Derek sent the punching bag flying as he hit it in his rage. Stiles shook with fear. "You don't fucking say that!" He grabbed Stiles by the waist. "How could you even think that?" Stiles shoved against his chest forcefully and freed himself. "Stay away from me! And stay the hell away from my son." He started to storm away when Derek caught his wrist. "I saved Scott's life." Stiles had to take a deep breath so he didn't fly off the handle and probably cry. "Right." He whispered almost inaudibly. He turned around to look back at him. "He told me. Thank you. I don't know what I would have done. So yes, thank you." Stiles finally looked at Derek. Yes he looked mad but he also look desperate for Stiles' approval. A nervous kid with a misplaced crush. "Look, let's just start over okay? Just go forward normally. And I know that you mean a lot to Scott but, just..." he couldn't think of what to say. Ask him to back off in a way that wouldn't set him off. "Yeah. Okay." "Okay?" "Okay." Stiles let out a sigh of relief as he was released and left the gym in a hurry. Not seeing the slight smirk oh Derek's face.

I wanna post it so bad but I gotta finish writing it 😭

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Random post but here we are in my statistics class avoiding paying attention so let's get to the point.

My favorite tropes, micro-tropes, minor details, etc. in Teen Wolf fics, listed cause why not:

Stiles doing everything in his power to protect the Hales. Spark or not, the Hales are his family, and he'll either die protecting them or kill anyone in sight that threatens them.

I'm all for angst - angstier, the better, okay? So when there's some big bad that has to do with fire, or just some random flame and Stiles noticing Derek and Peter's becoming nervous around it? Or his strong need to protect them from anything to do with fire. It's chefs' kiss 🤌🏼

Despite loving angst, I NEED a HAPPY ending. Because of this I always read the last paragraph/sentence/scene to make sure it's happy and only read finished fics. It works okay?

Peter hates everyone but Stiles. He's actually quite weak for the human/spark. Stiles knows he can get away with just about anything because he's got Peter wrapped around his finger.

Stiles being the only person to know where Peter's home/den is.

Peter, being just so soft with Stiles, warms my heart. Obviously, Peter is bad, but make it make sense for him to be bad. And the best way to do this? Protecting what's his - Stiles, his den, his pack.

The endless nicknames. Like I get some of these come from the show, but I'm talking about the dramatic usage of them. Zombiewolf, Creeperwolf, Sourwolf, Red, etc.

Stiles obsession with Derek's eyebrows and his ability to interpret them!

When a fic expresses Peter, being touched starved gets me every time. The angst! And how it's always Stiles to the rescue and noticing this.

The thin line between love and hate, enemies and friends/lovers/mates between Chris and Peter. The build up to them as teens, blow out break up cause of the family dynamics or the fire and Chris leaving to protect coma Peter! bonus if Chris leaves a letter or some type of communication for Peter for when he wakes and then coming together to defeat the Argents once and for all, or just simply living out the rest of their life in peace finally together.

When Peter and Chris are together romantically and as pack Alpha/Alpha Mate and are raising Allison and Malia together. Like idc what age the girls are at, but they're sisters. Peter is Allison's dad, Chris is Malia's dad.

Stiles/Peter/Chris and honestly they fit into any micro/trope I mention about Peter/Chris.

Stiles figuring out how to go back in time to save Allison

The pack bonds between Stiles, Erica and Boyd.

The brother/sister love between Derek and Erica.

The deep sighs Derek and Boyd share when they act to be put off by their mates Stiles and Erica but in reality are so in love with them that they just find every little thing their mates do as cute.

The absolute beautiful friendship between Stiles and Lydia.

Bad friend/bad alpha Scott

Sheriff Stilinski (Noah or John?) realizing his son's love and connections to the Hales - bonus points if he sees it before Stiles realizes he's in love with Derek or Peter. And just accepting it, whether he puts rules in place or not.

I even enjoy seeing some Malia and Jackson are actually twins reuniting as siblings and Peter as their dad.

I didn't know I'd enjoy this one, but Sheriff Stilinski and Jordan 🤨 never really cared for Jordan but I'm on board with this ship.

And on that note - Malia and Kira but as a side ship. Don't really care to read them as a main ship.

Issac having attachment/dependency issues with Derek. Straddling the edge of brothers or even Derek sorta being a father figure.

Stiles straddling his love interest - Derek, Peter, or Chris. Literally has me squealing every. damn. time.

Murder husbands Stiles and Peter.

Derek or Peter and Stiles leaving Beacon Hell. Bonus points if they gather the pack along the move.

The ideal pack depends on who Stiles is with especially when it comes to dynamics (I've rewritten this point so many times but need more than a bullet point to describe this so it'll be another post that I'll connect to this post eventually. )

Peter taking care of Stiles after the nogitsune. At any level. Literally could be just being someone for Stiles to talk to or hang out around cause he knows Peter isn't judging or having to physically care for Stiles cause he's dissociating.

Stiles and Jackson forming a bond over their shared trauma of being controlled by the nogitsune/kanima

I love the idea of Peter wisking Stiles away from Beacon Hills rather to heal or permanently.

But I love it when Stiles stumbles or intentionally finds Derek outside Beacon Hills.

Neck scenting 🤝 neck biting

I love a good magical Stiles and Peter being proud/impressed

I loveeeeeee when Stiles calls Peter his Alpha and Peter's eyes flash cause he just can't control himself 100% around his boy + or cause he never thought he'd have this Alpha power, Stiles, a home, a Pack

The easy banter between Stiles and Peter

But the silent communication between Derek and Stiles - cause od the eyebrows obviously- or just cause they can read each other so well

Stiles standing up to Scott for Derek due to the Gerald instance of having Derek bite him

Or Stiles standing up and defending Peter or Derek against Scott

Teen Wolf Movie fix it - Derek doesn't die or he does and Stiles brings him back

Stiles. Is. Eli's. Dad. In every way that matters. Rather that's biological or not. Mpreg, adoption, etc. Doesn't matter. Eli is Derek and Stiles's son.

Peter taking care of the Sherrif to please Stiles rather than taking him healthy food, eating lunch with him, etc. Bonus if it starts during the healing from Nogitsune when Stiles can't quite get back to feeling normal again.

Window creeping. Derek or Peter starting the sneaking in and out of Stiles window that eventually turns into anyone from the pack.

Derek or Peter healing Stiles, physically bandaging him up and/or using their wolfy mojo black vein pain stealing thing

JUST ONE BED 😱

Slow burn enemies to lovers. This works for both Steter and Sterek. Even Stetopher.

Mate bite placement theory ✨️

I think that's it for now. I'll probably add more and more eventually or as I read even more fics 🤣 idk why I even wrote this all us but okayy.

Eventually imma write up ideal packs and dynamics from the perspective of Alpha Derek or Peter, given Steter, Sterek, and Stetopher. And specific tropes/micro given which ship.

Comment some of your favs! I need more ideas lol

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This is it

THIS IS THE ONE

my fave stories can be boiled down to “me and the bad bitch i pulled by giving him borderline stockholm syndrome”

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our love is as boundless as the sea itself WIP update - chapter nine posted!

co-written with @sterekbros, for the @sterekeverlasting Summer 2024 Edition

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Chef Stiles Stilinski, Marine biologist Derek Hale, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Meet-Cute, Ocean, Beaches, Beach Sex, Walks On The Beach, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Blow Jobs, Happy Ending, No Angst, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Summary:

Derek tried not to stare, but Stiles was even more attractive up close—with lips that he absolutely shouldn’t want to kiss, considering they were strangers. He had to mentally shake the thoughts away because this wasn’t like him. He cleared his throat and nodded toward the trucks. “So, do you have experience with turtle rescue? We’re always looking for more volunteers.” “Yeah, yeah. I used to help sometimes with my mom here when I was a kid, but I’ve been volunteering in New York for the past seven years.” Stiles rested his hands on his hips and glanced around the beach before his eyes returned to Derek. “I’ve read one of your pamphlets though.” Stiles’ eyes trailed down and then up Derek’s body. “How many do you think are out here?” Was he…? Derek paused, his thoughts momentarily scattered by Stiles’ blatant once-over. Usually, he didn’t care for attention like that, but Stiles’ gaze was oddly flattering. It was different somehow. Refreshing. “We’re estimating hundreds,” he finally responded. “But we won’t have a clear idea until we’ve scoured the entire area. It’s going to be a long day. Think you’re up for it?” Derek hoped he was. ...or the one where a chance encounter led to more.

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Out of curiosity, what do you think Stiles and Derek's sex life is like? Do they have to be cautious of any triggers (especially with Derek's past)? Do you think they have any specific kinks?

Also, when would you prefer them to get together if you had the choice?

now this one i had to sit and think about for a bit.

to answer your last question first, i really enjoy post-canon these days. there's something special about it to me. like, the connection and feelings were always there. the possibility of it hanging between them but it just wasn't the right time. stiles was still young and derek too burdened by his baggage. but later? with some emotional growth and maturity? [chef's kiss]. i think in a lot of respects they are each other's great big what if.

my thoughts on their sex life are simple:

great

they switch

stiles likes taking care of derek. that is a very specific kink he has.

derek hale's ass deserves worship

someone needs to rail stiles stilinski within an inch of his life and derek offers himself as tribute.

stiles is such a little monsterfucker so the more wolf aspects of derek get him going

with stiles's oral fixation he gives great head and derek ascended to the heavens okay. it's what he deserves.

as far as triggers go tbh derek seems to like sex and doesn't have many hang ups about it. i would say after kate's torture from s1 maybe don't lick his abs or be fucking weird like jennifer and initiate sex while he has a gaping wound.

i think stiles would be game to try anything at least once. maybe twice just to be sure. three times for science.

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Event Starter Call!!!

Finally finished it! No cap for right now, so pick who you want. Their jobs are listed and their status.

Alexander Lightwood 31 | Unaware | Shadowhunter ?? Evan Buckley 29 | Unaware | Fire Fighter ?? T. K Strand 28 | Aware | court physician ?? Richie Tozier 24 | Aware | Jester ?? Max Mayfield 23| Unaware | Unemployed ?? Harry Hook 23 |Aware | Chef ?? Marco Del Rossi 21 | Aware | Thespian ?? Max Baker 19 | Unaware | Thanks she’s a witch. ?? Matthew Murdock 35 | Unaware | attorney ?? Dean Winchester 38 | Unaware | Demon Hunter ?? Emily Fitch 19 | Aware | Tailor ?? Nick Nelson 18 | Unaware | Fisherman ?? Simon Spier 19 | Aware | Farmer ?? Katherine Pierce 1000+ | Unaware | Harlot ?? Maria Vasquez 25 | Unaware |Tailor ?? Chishiya Shuntaro 21| Unaware | Doctor ?? Lillian Deville 21 | Unaware | Gravedigger ?? Mercutio Alice 27 | Unaware | Candlemaker ?? Enid Sinclair 18 | Aware | Werewolf, Unemployed ?? Lily Tucker-Pritchett 19 | Unaware | Messenager ?? Derek Hale 25 | Unaware | Merchant ?? Jake Wheeler 19 | Unaware | Artist ?? Mickey Milkovich 27 | Unaware | blacksmith ?? Reggie Peters 20 | Unaware | bard ?? Ivan Carvalho 19 | Unaware | noble ?? Prince Henry 26 | Unaware | knight ?? Edwina Sharma 21 | Unaware | Married to a rich man ?? Zed Necrodopolis 19 | Unaware | Zombie, Theif ?? Olaf 21 | Unaware | Astrologer ?? Tenth Doctor Olf AF | Aware | Unemployed ?? Luca Pagro 21 | Unaware | Fisherman ?? Joel Miller 46 | Unaware | Theif ?? Gretchen Wieners 19 | Unaware | thespian ?? Sir Pentious 100+ | Unaware | assassin ?? Olivia Valdovinos 21 | Unaware | herbalist ?? Verosika Mayday 25 | Unaware | assassian/bard ?? Chris Argent 42 | Unaware | demon hunter ?? Carl Grimes 23 | Unaware | physician ?? Darcy Olsson 19 | Unaware | graverobber ?? Shaggy Rogers 25 | Unaware | mule driver ?? Wade Wilson 40 | Unaware | theif/graverobber ?? James McGuire 21 | Unaware | tax collector ?? Ron Stoppable 23 | Unaware | cobbler ?? Klaus Hargreeves 31 | Unaware | HARLOT ?? John B. Routledge 21 | Unaware | Fisherman ?? Armand 500+| Aware | Rich Vampire ?? Miles Hollingsworth III 21 | Unaware | Rich Idiot ?? Ryan Evans 20 | Unaware | thespian ?? T.J Kippen 19 | Unaware | miller ?? Billy Loomis 24 | Unaware | gravedigger/robber ?? Katherine Howard 21 | Aware | bard ?? Ella 22 | Unaware | dressmaker ?? Kai Parker 30 | Unaware | witch/vampire ?? David Rose 32 | Unaware | tavern owner ?? Finn the Human 20 | Unaware | knight ?? Fiyero Tiggular 26 | Unaware | rich ?? Paper 24 | Unaware | astrologer ?? Prionsias Cassidy 1000+ | Unaware | vampire, drug addict ??

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Shopping With Stiles (Sterek Everlasting Summer 2024 Edition)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58463959

by Winchesterek

Interview for Sterek Everlasting Fanzine.

Chef Stiles Stilinski talks about his passion for cooking, Derek, and Eli.

Words: 923, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SE summer 2024

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Original Characters

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Fanzine: Sterek Everlasting (Teen Wolf), Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mentioned Eli Hale (Teen Wolf)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58463959