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Heavily pregnant Omega Stiles who keeps starting hard core home improvement projects and stressing the fuck out of Derek. He comes home and Stiles has a mask on, moved their bed into the hallway himself, and he’s cutting a hole in the wall to turn their closet into a baby nook for the bassinet.

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once again thinking about peter craving stiles

the alpha’s mate who has his eyes only on derek and is happily in love and always has derek's hands on him

thinking about stiles being completely oblivious bc peter hides it well but derek... oh derek smells peter's desire from a mile away, and the pack is on edge watching the two of them staring at each other in a silent battle that peter knows he has already lost without even starting it

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Hi! Idk if you do this but ive been desperately looking for a sterek fic. It was a highschool AU where the hale family was alive and derek had more siblings. They were laura, derek, eric, cora and Merik (spelling unsure). Merik was the youngest and human. Thank you!!

Hi! It's not a high school au, but I'm pretty sure it's this legend

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

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Sweat dripped down Derek's neck as he did his drills with Boyd, passing the rugby ball to each other. His head whipped to his teammates when they started letting out wolf whistles, knowing exactly what was going on.

Stiles was walking into the field, clad in a short skirt with a white tank and his signature plaid shirt, a little purse dangling from one shoulder. He had some wedge boots on, making him taller than he already was, and a pretty, pink flush spread over his exposed skin as Derek's teammates teased him.

Derek started over to him and Stiles skipped the rest of the distance over, jumping into Derek's arms. Derek's biceps bulged as he grabbed Stiles from under his thighs, Stiles' arms wrapping around his sweaty shoulders.

"Mm, you're all messy," Stiles complained, wrinkling his nose.

"Thought you liked messy, baby," Derek teased, tucking Stiles' skirt down with one hand. He craned his neck to look at his still hooting teammates and shouted, "Alright, simmer down."

"They're such boys," Stiles sniffed, pecking Derek's nose.

"Forget about them, baby. Tell me, did you get any sleep last night?"

"Mhm, I think, like, four hours," Stiles mumbled.

"Love, you can't keep going like this. You're barely sleeping, you're gonna get sick," Derek gently admonished.

"I just have one important assignment to aubmit next week and then two weeks of exams and then I'll be free! I'll sleep then," Stiles said.

Derek rocked them from side to side and said, "Are you gonna wait for practice to be over?"

"Yeah, can I? Stay here, I mean," Stiles asked, hunching down a bit to rest his head on Derek's shoulder.

"Of course, baby. I want you on the bench though, where I can see you, not on the bleachers," Derek replied.

Derek walked them over to a bench on the side of the field, softly setting Stiles down. He grabbed the windbreaker he had discarded at the start of the practice and draped it over Stiles' legs.

"Let me know if you need anything," Derek said, rubbing his hands down Stiles' arms.

"I will. Go, everyone is waiting," Stiles whispered, blushing when Derek stole a quick kiss before running back onto the field.

The next time Derek looked over to check on Stiles, he was laid out on the bench on his side, arms curled up under his head in a makeshift pillow and the windbreaker slipping off his legs.

He ran back over to him, Boyd groaning his name behind him. Derek took his bag, emptying out the bottles inside, and gently lifted Stiles' head, placing the bag underneath. He then fixed the windbreaker, making sure his legs were covered. He knew his teammates would give him grief about fussing over his boyfriend but he didn't care, nothing was more important than Stiles' safety and comfort.

He kneeled next to Stiles, smiling softly at the tiny pout he was sporting in his sleep. He ran his thumb over Stiles' bottom lip, leaning in after to press their lips together in a chaste kiss. Before standing back up, he kissed Stiles' forehead and nose. "Love you," he mumbled, placing another kiss on the top of his head before rejoining the rest of his team.

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I love finding quotes that make me think of sterek. I think this one perfectly captures how I view their feelings and devotion for each other

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I just know Derek is the one with the size kink, he loves being bigger than Stiles. He loves how Stiles fits in his arms, how he towers over his mate. Derek definitely does little things everyday to reinforce how different in size they are; he pulls Stiles into his lap just to see the difference in the thickness of their thighs and width of their feet. Derek runs his hands over Stiles’ body, first his long neck, then his shoulders, broad but only compared to his small waist, then his hips, curvier now that Derek makes sure he eats properly. Most often he can simply circle a hand around Stiles’s wrist before slipping down to tangle their fingers.

Derek fears for Stiles’ fragility sometimes, but he loves knowing he’ll always be there- and big enough to protect his sweet little mate.

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I can’t stop thinking about Derek, out in a club and forced by Laura/Cora/Erica to get a hurricane shot by the cute twink bartender Stiles. He thinks its laughable they have this kid doing the shots but then he’s standing between Stiles legs, who’s sitting on the bar smiling with his cup of water, and he gives him a little smirk as he shoots the shot back. The cold water is nothing, but then Stiles absolutely rocks his shit with the single slap and Derek falls in love on the spot.

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The first time Stiles and Derek ever worked together on something is them gaslighting Scott into thinking bitten wolves can't eat chocolate. They somehow manage to maintain this lie for nearly two decades

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I’m back …and good night :)

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manchild by sabrina carpenter mv is what a stiles and lydia having fun without the pack fic sounds like to me.. in my mind, they always have a separate summer away from the pack where they just go to the randomest places and have sm fun.. the scene where some guy in a van shoots at them? normal stydia summer.. they know it stresses the pack tf out but they can’t help it.. they NEED to have a summer alone together!

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commission of beauxbatons stiles and durmstrang derek for lucashemmingsy~

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Derek being obsessed with Stiles is so so important to me. I want that man incapable of doing anything without thinking of Stiles. Even better when they aren’t even together and Stiles is just oblivious.

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Pretty little professional baseball wife Stiles.

Derek blows him a kiss from the diamond every single time.

His team mates hit on Stiles relentlessly, so Derek unfortunately gets suspended for fighting a lot 😋

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hiii, for a prompt could you maybe do something where Derek and Stiles think they're being subtle and hiding their relationship but are terrible at it and everyone around them knows they're together?

thank youuuu <3

(Okay so this turned out a bit longer than I was expecting but hope you enjoy!)

5 times the pack know about Derek and Stiles and 1 time Derek and Stiles find out

Lydia quirked a brow at Stiles' flushed look as he followed Derek out of the kitchen. No one else seemed to notice that they had disappeared in there for twenty minutes. Stiles shot a guilty smile at Lydia and reclaimed his seat between her and Scott as Derek sunk into the armchair by the window.

"So, did you have fun?" Lydia asked whispering, smirking when she saw Derek jerk from the corner of her eyes.

"Um, what are you talking about? I was just having a snack," Stiles nervously giggled, eyes flicking from Derek to Lydia.

"Mhm, a snack," Lydia drawled, turning her head to stare at Derek pointedly, who had been staring at them intently, suddenly whipped his neck around and glued his eyes to the tv.

She turned back to Stiles and smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Stiles grumbled, pouting at her.

"Your fly is open," she said.

Stiles gasped and smacked his hand down on his crotch, making the rest of the pack stare at him. Lydia noticed Derek blush as Stiles hastily pulled his zipper up, stuttering out excuses as they all giggled at him.

Derek suddenly growled at the pack, "Enough, focus on the movie."

Lydia giggled and turned her attention back to the movie.

Isaac groaned when he heard Stiles' muffled whines and whimpers coming from the loft as he parked his car. He smacked his head against the steering wheel, accidentally blaring the horn.

He then heard Stiles and Derek’s muffled freak out and waited for them to pull themselves together before heading inside and up the stairs.

He opened the sliding door to the loft and rolled his eyes when he found the two of them sitting in opposite corners of the living room, Stiles flicking through his phone and Derek holding a book on his lap.

"Isaac," Derek rumbled in greeting, turning a page.

"Hey, man! What's up?" Stiles asked, a tad too enthusiastically.

Isaac grinned sarcastically and slowly slid his eyes down Stiles body to his crotch and said, "Nothing much."

Derek growled lowly, suddenly stopping with a cough when Isaac turned to face him.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap. You two enjoy," Isaac smirked. "By the way, your book is upside down, Derek."

Derek sputtered and accidentally threw the book off his lap, making Stiles burst into giggles. Derek’s grumpy expression immediately turned soft and fond and he gazed adoringly at Stiles who continued to make fun of him.

"Idiots," Isaac mumbled under his breath, heading up to his room.

Being Derek’s right hand, Boyd had gotten to know Derek a lot better. They had become fast friends once the lingering threats to their lives had gone away. They shared an easy comradarie, maybe because they were similar in a lot of aspects.

And because they spent a lot of time together, Boyd knew something was up with Derek. The man had never seen Derek act this way before and he was getting concerned.

They were at their weekly Alpha-Right hand catch up session and Derek kept chuckling and blushing at his phone. Blushing. Until a few months ago, Boyd had never even seen Derek genuinely smile. And now he was laughing so openly.

When Derek's attention drifted to his with another notification, Boyd asked, "Girlfriend?"

"Uh, what?" Derek asked, caught off-guard. "Well, kind of."

"Kind of?" Boyd quipped.

Before Derek could answer, his phone lit up with a call notification. Derek smacked the phone to his chest but not quick enough, because Boyd saw the picture of Stiles and his number saved as 'baby love♥️'.

Boyd grinned as Derek swiftly accepted the call and put it to his ear. The volume on the phone was turned low enough that Boyd couldn't hear what the other person was saying, but he could tell that it was definitely a guy and definitely Stiles.

Derek spoke in hushed tones, humming more than speaking with words. But Boyd did catch the 'ok, baby, see you soon' from Derek.

When Derek put his phone down, Boyd gave him a knowing look and asked, "Need to go somewhere?"

"Yeah, sorry, dude. I'll see you later," Derek replied before making a hasty exit.

He had even started picking up on Stiles' vocabulary, Boyd thought with a sigh.

Before turning into a werewolf, Erica had had a huge crush on Stiles, she still did a little bit. Don't get her wrong, she absolutely loved Boyd but Stiles would always be someone special to her. He was the one who saw her as more than just her epilepsy, treated her like an actual human being unlike the other kids at school. It was even better now that they were best friends. Batman and Catwoman.

Erica adored him and adored spending time with him. She loved that Stiles was up for anything, going shopping, getting manicures and even trying on sexy underwear with her.

Which is why she was feeling neglected now that Stiles had started cancelling on her a little more. Not every single time, but now instead of hanging out every evening they only got together 4 to 5 times a week. Erica knew she was being a little ridiculous but how dare someone steal her best friend.

When Stiles declined her invite to go get frozen yoghurt and visit their favorite thrift store, Erica decided to find out for herself what was keeping him so busy.

She ran to his house and upon noticing his beloved Jeep in the driveway, grinned ferally. She quietly went to the side of the house, scaling the building and tip toeing over to his window.

The sight before her almost made her fall off the roof. Stiles was on his hands and knees on the bed, a growling, beta shifted Derek behind him, pounding into his ass while gripping his waist tightly.

Erica was slightly concerned that Derek didn't even seem to notice her. She was also furious that Stiles cancelled on her for just a fuck. She was about to barge into the room, privacy be damned, when Derek draped his body over Stiles', continuing his thrusts as he grunted, "Mm, love you, baby. Look at you, doing so well for me, taking me so well like you were made for me. Tell me, baby love, were you made just for me?"

"F-fuck, Der, yeah, just for you. Love you, love you, love you, don't stop, please."

"I'll give you what you need, baby," Derek crooned and that's all Erica needed before she slunk off back to her place. Nobody needed to know that she jumped Boyd as soon as she got home.

While Peter and Derek were not as close as they once had been, he still knew his nephew pretty well, had practically raised him himself since Talia was frequently busy as the pack alpha.

He had known the instant he had met Stiles that he was someone important, even in his feral state his wolf hadn't wanted to hurt Stiles, could already feel a pack bond with him. And the first time he saw Derek and Stiles interact, he instantly knew why. Stiles was Derek's mate. Now, he was just waiting for the two to catch up.

Although, he had a sneaking suspicion that they already had. On multiple surfaces across the loft. Peter wrinkled his nose as he took a seat at the dining table in front of Derek, Stiles humming and cooking in the kitchen. The open floor plan allowed Stiles to be visible and Peter amusedly watched as Derek's eyes remained glued to Stiles' shaking ass as he danced around.

"Have a good morning, nephew?" Peter grinned slyly.

"The usual," Derek mumbled, finally tearing his eyes off Stiles.

"I can smell."

"What?!" Derek and Stiles exclaimed at the same time, whipping around to stare at him.

"I said, I can tell," Peter smirked, watching the two unsubtly give each other looks of relief.

Stiles then pranced out the kitchen with three plates balanced in his arms, announcing, "Breakfast!"

He first set a plate full of eggs, bacon and waffles in front of Derek. Instinctively, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek, freezing in shock afterwards.

He giggled nervously and stood straight up, and Derek's rapidly reddening ears did not escape Peter's notice. He then placed a plate in front of Peter and after a little hesistance, leaned down to place a swift kiss on Peter's cheek as well.

Peter's eyebrows flew to his hair at the action and Derek let out a menacing snarl, tamping it down with a sip of his coffee.

"Trying out a new tradition. This is what they do in Europe, you know," Stiles stammered, taking a seat next to Derek and stuffing his face with food.

"I think we should tell the pack about us," Stiles rushed out, tensely waiting for Derek's reaction.

They were lying in Derek's bed, naked and sweaty, Stiles sprawled on Derek's chest.

"Me too," Derek quietly agreed.

"Really?!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Don't sound so shocked. I can't handle you giving them cheek kisses anymore," Derek grumbled, arms tightening around Stiles. "Your cheek kisses are mine, all mine."

Stiles patted his chest and giggled, "At tonight's pack meeting then?"

"Yes, please."

They laid in bed until they heard the pack start to arrive. As they dressed, Stiles put on Derek's henley instead of his own t-shirt, drowning in the material.

"You look so cute in my clothes, you should only wear these from now on," Derek rumbled, hugging Stiles' back to his chest.

"Whatever you say, big guy," Stiles whispered, baring his neck for Derek to scent mark.

"Mm, good boy," Derek mumbled, kissing the edge of Stiles' jaw. He pulled away and grasped Stiles' hand in his own, starting to walk them downstairs with a, "Let's do this, baby."

They figured Derek's Henley on Stiles and the hand holding would be enough for them figure it out, so they simply stood in front of the tv in the middle of the living room.

The entire pack gave them weird looks and Jackson snarked, "You guys are blocking the fucking tv, get out of the way."

"Uh, hello?" Stiles flailed, frowning at them. He exaggeratedly gestured to their intertwined hands and exclaimed, "Can you guys not see us?"

"We can but we can't see the tv," Isaac complained.

Derek and Stiles turned towards each other with matching baffled looks on their faces. "What is going on?" Stiles whispered and Derek just shrugged in response.

"Um, excuse me," Stiles said, when the pack started talking to each other, ignoring the two of them standing in front of them. "We're trying to tell you we're dating? We love each other?"

"Are you telling us or asking us?" Peter snickered.

"This is huge deal! What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" Stiles shrieked. He pointed at Erica and screamed, "I thought you would at least pass out!"

"Uh, I can try holding my breath if you want," Erica teasingly offered.

"You don't believe us?" Stiles asked, hurt lacing his tone. Derek immediately pulled him closer, wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders.

"We already know, its not a big deal," Lydia rolled her eyes.

"This is not the reaction I wanted, at least one of you should have fainted!" Stiles grumbled.

"I'm pretty sure Scott doesn't know and he's walking up right now...," Isaac drawled.

As soon as the door opened to a beaming Scott, Stiles pulled Derek into a searing kiss, tongue licking into his mouth immediately as Derek's hands slid down to just above his ass.

Stiles pulled away when he heard a thud and looked at the entryway to see Scott laying unconscious in a heap. "Better," Stiles happily sighed.

"Brat," Derek fondly grunted, picking Stiles up and carrying him to the couch, sinking down between Erica and Lydia with Stiles secured in his lap.

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Wishing The Wolvies Good Night

If Stiles decided to do the "Wish the boys good night" trend that's happening on Tik Tok (the one where a guy calls up one of his dude friends before bed to wish him good night to see how they'll react), Derek would 100% be that one guy who couldn't be convinced that his buddy wasn't just kidnapped, because he thinks that the only reason anyone would wish him well would be if they were dying.

Stiles: Hey, Derek, just calling to wish you a good night. You know, hope you have sweet dreams.

Derek:... Why.

Stiles: Well, I was about to nod off, and I was thinking about you so I wanted to wish you a good night. Hope you get a good night's sleep.

Derek:...W...what do you mean you were thinking about me? Why are you-what are saying "wishing me a good night"??? Why would you-?! Wait, they have you, don't they?! STILES, WHERE ARE YOU?! I'M COMING TO GET YOU!!!

Stiles: No! Derek, I'm not anywhere! I'm at home, relaxing. I'm not kidnapped or anything. I was just trying to wish you a good night because I was thinking of you. You know, a night-night.

Derek: Fuck, they've really got you. STILES, WHERE ARE YOU?! I'M IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW, I WON'T LET YOU DIE!! TELL ME IN CODE IF YOU HAVE TO!!! *tires screeching, honking his car horn* STILES DO YOU HEAR THE HORN? TELL ME IF YOU HEAR THE HORN! *honking horn* AM I GETTING CLOSER OR FARTHER??!

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32. Getting Caught in the Act

32. Getting Caught in the Act            

Derek was going to die. He had always thought it would be while he was protecting this town, or at the hands of hunters, but no.

No, it was going to be because he couldn’t tell Stiles “wait until we get back to the loft.”

“Dad!” Stiles said brightly, too brightly, like it might somehow distract from the fact that his shirt was rucked up to his armpits and he was straddling Derek in the driver’s seat of the Camaro.

“Stiles.” The flashlight shining through the window flicked from Stiles to Derek. “Derek.”

Derek wondered if he could recline his seat far enough to disappear entirely out of the car. “Sheriff.”

“Oh, considering the position you’re in, I think you should just call me ‘John,’” the sheriff said.

If the sheriff didn’t shoot him, Derek was going to die of mortification.

The flashlight flicked back to Stiles. “So, I thought you two were on surveillance tonight.”

“We were!” Stiles said. “We were definitely surveilling, keeping an eye on things–”

“In the woods, or in Derek’s pants?”

Yeah. Derek was going to die of mortification.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Stiles said shrilly.

Derek rolled his eyes. It was exactly what it looked like, and from the sheriff’s exasperated sigh, he didn’t buy it, either.

“I’m going to tell you this once,” Sheriff Stilinski said. “Get dressed and go somewhere private to finish this off. The next time I or any of my deputies catch you two out here like this, I’ll have you both arrested for public indecency.”

“Dad!” Stiles exclaimed.

Derek clapped a hand over Stiles’s mouth so he wouldn’t argue. They weren’t getting arrested and he wasn’t getting shot. He didn’t want to push their luck. “Yes, sir. We understand.”

Stiles made an outraged noise and glared at him. Derek pretended he didn’t hear.

The flashlight finally dropped away, and the sheriff patted the roof of the car. “That’s what I like to hear. Oh, and one more thing. You’re both going to help with the cooking at the department barbecue next Saturday.”

“But Dad!” Stiles shouted, muffled, from behind Derek’s hand.

The flashlight was back. “Public. Indecency.”

“The preserve isn’t public,” Stiles muttered.

Derek scowled, and tried to convey shut up before your dad changes his mind and arrests us both with his eyebrows.

“Given that we patrol out here regularly, it’s public enough.” The flashlight dropped away again. “I’m sending Parrish out here in fifteen minutes. You two had better be gone by then.”

That time, the sheriff did walk away, and after a few seconds, Derek heard the sound of an engine turning over and a patrol car driving off.

He closed his eyes and breathed a bone-deep sigh of relief. That had gone…a lot better than he’d expected, honestly.

He let his hand fall and patted Stiles’s side. “Off.”

Stiles pouted. “But we have fifteen minutes!”

Derek glared. “I am not getting arrested by your father for your exhibitionist kink. Off.”

Stiles grumbled, but he crawled off and back over into the passenger’s seat. “It’s not an exhibitionist kink. I don’t like other people watching.”

Derek put his seat back up. “You just like the potential of getting caught?”

“Well, yeah. Makes it fun!”

Derek rolled his eyes–he did that fairly often around Stiles–and put the car into gear. “Keep it in your pants until we get back to the loft.”

They’d driven in silence for about five minutes when Stiles said, innocently, “So, Derek.”

“What?”

“You said you didn’t want to get arrested by my dad…does that imply that, maybe, you would be up for having sex somewhere that we wouldn’t get arrested by my dad?” 

“I am,” Derek said.

Stiles perked up. “Yeah? Where?”

“My loft.”

Stiles crossed his arms and scowled. “You have no sense of adventure.”

“I have plenty of sense of adventure. I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

Stiles continued to scowl, but this time it was directed out the window. “I just…I wanted to spice things up. I’m afraid our sex life is going to get boring and you’re going to want to leave me.”

If Derek didn’t have to look at the road, he’d have gaped at Stiles. “What?”

“I said, I’m afraid–”

“No, I heard that.” Derek shook his head. “Stiles. I love you. I love us. We could have the most boring vanilla sex for the rest of our lives and I would be happy. We could have no sex for the rest of our lives and I would be happy. I just want to be with you.” 

Stiles brightened. “Really?”

Derek nodded. “Really.”

Stiles went back to looking out the window, but his scent was warm and sparkly with pleasure.

Derek sighed. He loved Stiles so much it terrified him, sometimes. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

They were almost back to town when Derek said, “You know, if you really want to spice up our sex life, I can blow you in the parking garage when we get back.”

Stiles whipped around to him. “What, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

Stiles threw his hands up and cheered.

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