#possessed derek hale

[rowinablx]

Credit to @jungshoseok

[blaksstr]

Lydia: noticing the collar-like chain around Stiles’s neck "Is that new?"

Stiles: tracing it with his fingers "Gift from Derek. Told me I belong to him."

Peter: choking on his drink "He actually said that?"

Derek: casually "Said it. Meant it. Enforced it."

Stiles: smiling faintly "Every time he says it, I feel safer."

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Lydia: How long have you been dating Derek?

Stiles: A couple of months.

Derek (fake smiling): Darling, that was supposed to be a secret.

Stiles: How did you manage to get into my head, you manipulative witch?

Lydia: I barely did anything.

[inter-st]

[wolffellerblog]

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in shades of dusky purple and soft blue. The air was cool, and Stiles and Derek were walking side by side, their steps syncopated, just enjoying the evening. Derek, ever the stoic presence, was more relaxed than usual, content in the easy rhythm of their stroll.

Stiles, on the other hand, couldn't help but let his eyes wander. He'd been meaning to ask Derek about something he'd been noticing for a while, but there was always something else that needed his attention. Tonight, though, it was just the two of them. It felt like the perfect moment.

As they passed the corner of a quiet street, Stiles' eyes locked on a tall, broad figure walking in the opposite direction. It was a man, dressed in a simple red jacket and jeans, but there was something… familiar about him. He was strikingly handsome—just like someone Stiles knew, but… not quite. His posture, the confident way he moved, the subtle air of command that seemed to radiate from him, all of it made Stiles’ heart skip a beat.

“Derek,” Stiles murmured, nudging his boyfriend with his elbow. “Do you see that guy?”

Derek didn't even glance in the man's direction. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, clearly more interested in the path than the pedestrians around them. "What about him?" Derek asked, a quiet edge of possessiveness creeping into his voice.

Stiles, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off the stranger. "I dunno… something about him. He kind of looks like you," Stiles teased, a playful grin creeping onto his face. “Like, really like you. It’s weird."

Derek’s gaze shifted to Stiles now, raising an eyebrow as a low growl rumbled in his chest, instinctively protective. “Like me?”

Stiles continued to watch the guy, oblivious to the quiet tension building in Derek’s stance. "Yeah, I mean—okay, not exactly like you. He’s got this whole… Superman vibe." He turned to Derek with a mischievous grin. “I mean, what do you think? Long-lost twin, separated at birth? 'Cause honestly, if he wore a cape, I wouldn’t be that surprised.”

Derek’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened. He couldn’t help but notice the way Stiles’ gaze lingered, the subtle fascination in his tone. There was something about the way Stiles was eyeing the stranger, something that sent an irrational spark of jealousy through him. Possessive didn’t even begin to cover it.

“Stiles,” Derek said, his voice low and steady, tinged with a hint of warning. “You’re staring.”

“Yeah, well,” Stiles shrugged, still not looking away, “I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s like looking at a Superman knockoff." He finally tore his gaze away, meeting Derek’s eyes with an amused, almost teasing look. “Don’t tell me you don’t see it. The hair? The jawline? The way he walks like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders? Take off the glasses and he could be you."

Derek clenched his fists, an almost imperceptible growl escaping his throat. The moment the man was out of earshot, Derek leaned in closer to Stiles, his breath warm against his ear. “You like him?”

Stiles froze, momentarily taken aback by the sudden intensity of Derek’s tone. His grin faltered, but only for a second. He chuckled, trying to play it cool, but Derek's presence was magnetic, pressing him to respond truthfully. “What? The guy? No. I mean, sure, he's got that whole mysterious vibe going on, but c’mon, Derek. You’re way hotter than him. Plus, he’s not exactly my type.”

Derek stepped closer, his body a protective wall around Stiles, his hand finding its way to the small of Stiles' back. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that only Stiles could hear. “Good. Because you’re mine, Stiles.” There was something possessive in his words, something undeniable.

Stiles' breath hitched, the possessiveness in Derek's tone shooting straight to his core. His heart raced. He knew exactly what Derek was saying, but a mischievous grin pulled at his lips. "That so?" Stiles teased, his voice low and challenging. "You sure about that? 'Cause, you know, if he asked me out, I might have to consider it."

Derek’s eyes darkened, the full force of his werewolf intensity radiating from him. “You wouldn’t,” he growled, his voice thick with barely-contained jealousy. He let his fingers brush the small of Stiles’ back again, his grip tightening slightly.

“Oh, would I?” Stiles' voice was playful, but there was an underlying heat in his words. He knew exactly how to rile Derek up, and part of him enjoyed pushing the boundaries. But he could feel the tension in the air, and a part of him relished it—the way Derek’s presence consumed him, the way they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, perfect and inseparable.

Derek didn’t give him a chance to tease further. In one swift motion, he cupped Stiles' jaw, pulling him in for a kiss that was all fire and intensity, the hint of possessiveness never more apparent.

When they finally broke apart, Derek’s breath was heavy, and Stiles couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. "Well, I guess I’m yours after all, huh?"

Derek's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Definitely," he murmured, his tone rich with certainty. He pressed one last kiss to Stiles' forehead before stepping back, still keeping his arm around him, as if marking his territory.

Stiles leaned into him, content, the tension ebbing away. As they continued down the street, he glanced over his shoulder, just to see the stranger disappear around the corner. The sense of comparison had faded, but the feeling of Derek's possessiveness lingered, a thrilling reminder of just who Stiles belonged to.

"Don’t worry, Superman," Stiles said, voice full of affection as he looked up at Derek, "You’re the only superhero I need."

Derek smirked, squeezing Stiles tighter against him. "Damn right I am."

And with that, they continued down the road, hand in hand, the world around them fading into the background as they walked off into the night, perfectly matched in every way.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

mine

[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."

[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

[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

[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.”

[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

[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. :( :( :()

[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.