#possessed derek hale

[rowinablx]

Credit to @jungshoseok

[blaksstr]

Stiles: yawning and falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder during a pack meeting

Lydia: smirking “Are you going to move him?”

Derek: softly “He’s fine where he is.”

[inter-st]

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human. 

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth. 

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation. 

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks. 

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert. 

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles. 

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

mine

[casually-eat-my-soul]

So I’m picturing stiles being a priestess to the goddess of the moon. Alpha derek hale, Gladiator style.

Maybe a ritual with a virgin sacrifice of a kind 👀 maybe Derek coming across the temple and tempting the priestess into sin.

Either way a ruined altar table 👀👀

Moon runes on stiles skin

ANGST ISH VERSION

stiles starts losing time, everyone is convinced that it’s just the goddess inhabiting his body like a vessel. But stiles deep down knows it’s not. He knows the goddess magic — and this, this is not it.

He absolutely desperate and no one will listen to him. Cue the goddess sending one of her child, Derek hale to help. Because stiles is her favorite priestess and she knows there is a evil presence inside him

“Your goddess has given you to me…and I am not one to ignore such blessings”

But either way I still get my virgin ritual

Do yall see the vibe

[dropofbittersea]

Stiles holds up a hand, because he really can't listen to the bites-are-all-right speech that Derek has given Scott dozens of times. "Dude, don't."

"Look-" Derek tries again, oddly persistent.

"Derek, man, my worst nightmare is not me getting bitten, it's him. It's always been him."

[hedwig221b]

not me writing insecure Stiles again but with baby Eli on his hands fully dependant on him and he has to be strong for his Eli but can't, because he feels lost and alone (he doesn't know that alpha Derek Hale is already going feral over both of them and is planning the juiciest courting in his life to free them and claim for himself)

[batwynn]

When they come back wrong... or not at all.

[syr-monthly]

Make Me Cry April: Entry #1

This writer came swinging in first with her own art!

This will break you a bit, but please remember when your heart is torn, that it will be pieced back together by the writer, have faith!

Read it here: Angel, Ignited by @hedwig221b

[hotgirlstiles]

hes soooo babyslut kittycat cute

[nezmar13]

The Moon Gave Me Permission

This is a little STEREK fanart inspired by the "The Moon Gave Me Permission" story by Melpomene (Aconitehart). Honestly, it wasn´t my usual cup of tea, but it was honestly delightfully messed up and I liked it very much.

So go and check it out at the link below and enjoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49144447?view_full_work=true

[naturally-geeky]

I fucking fixed it!

Well… one way to fix (part) of it.

The TW movie that is.

In the scene where everyone is standing around an injured Derek on the couch… why didn’t Malia just pipe up, “Should someone call Stiles to let him know? He’d want to know…”

Before one of the adults (Melissa, Deaton or maybe even Peter) says, “Stiles got out… and after what happened last time with the Nogistune, I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring him back.”

So easy for them to just be like - nope, no stiles - and then move on. No lame excuses. And if Dylan ever felt inclined to come back he could… he won’t… but he could.

[kitkatwinchester]

SHUT UP!

Okay, quick aside, Noshiko and her Army medic boyfriend are actually so cute and I feel bad for her, because that's clearly a traumatic and sad backstory.

THAT SAID.

STILES IS NOT GONE!! HE'S IN THERE, I PROMISE! And I freaking love that Kira and Scott are not gonna back down on that. Ken (I had to look that up lol) and Noshiko are so convinced that there's no saving Stiles, but Scira doesn't care, and they're not gonna lose him, and I love that. And Scott's accusation and anger in the "you're trying to stall" and the determination in the "can you call the Oni off?" is just so good and it's so nice to see his persistence and energy back now that he knows more and has a place to target his anger and feels like he has a chance again.

And then NOAH!

I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!! The fact that he was able to figure out that Stiles's scan was a replica of his mom's, and that all of this is still just part of the Nogitsune's plan--I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!! He's finally diving headfirst into all of this supernatural stuff, because he knows it means saving his son, and I love him for that.

Also can we just talk about "you don't look like a man who loses hope easily" and how happy that made me and then how sad I got with "but Stiles might"?? :( :( :( :( :(

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS!!!

LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!

All of that said, Chris, Derek, PLEASE. He is asking for your help to TRAP HIM, because he WANTS HIS SON BACK, so PLEASE don't ruin that. Please please please help capture him without hurting Stiles so that we can get the Real Stiles out of there. I feel like both Derek and Chris are starting to feel like Stiles is completely gone and I refuse to believe that because he HAS to be in there somewhere and there HAS to be a way to pull him out and Noah and Scott and Kira are determined to do JUST THAT so PLEASE LET THEM.

I feel like Derek cares about Stiles enough (Sterek is a ship, after all XD) to be more willing to wait it out and try to give Scira and Noah that chance to save him, but I don't think Chris will. I think, if it gets too heated and difficult with the Nogitsune, he'd shoot him in a heartbeat, and that makes me nervous, and I hate it, and PLEASE DON'T KILL STILES!! :( :( :( :(

God I really hope Scira can actually get the answers they need and come up with a plan. Although...we kind of have one, right? Or at least the start of one? Because of what Deaton said about changing the body? I don't know how we get the upper hand enough to do that, but...that's something right? So I guess that's what we need Noshiko for, so that we can get enough of a jump on Void Stiles to be able to change him into a werewolf and hopefully save Stiles's life.

THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH!

THAT'S WHAT I'M HOPING HAPPENS!!

PLEASE LET THEM SAVE MY BABY!!

Anyways here's a gif of Noah and Stiles from forever ago just because we love how much they love each other and now I'm gonna cry. :( <3

(This scene though...makes me even sadder that we're so close to losing Stiles now...I hate it. :( :( :()

[takaraphoenix]

Thinking about Stiles and tattoos though; Stiles, getting a triskelion tattoo. Since he's the human who runs with wolves and he knows he doesn't feel the pack bond the way the wolves do, but he wants to make it undeniably clear where his alliance lies, that he is part of the Hale Pack.

Derek is just fully losing his mind about it, the first time Stiles proudly shows the tattoo to the pack. He knows it's to show Stiles is part of the pack, but Derek's wolf is just growling possessively because Stiles is his.

[dropofbittersea]

Summer is really boring. Like, mind-numbingly boring. Except for the part where Stiles can’t figure out if Derek’s his boyfriend, or why every werewolf in town keeps approaching him in the bathroom.