#domestic!sterek

[imagine-sterek]

Derek shaving his beard off for the first time since Eli was born. Eli starts to cry and runs to stiles cause he does not recognize that man. Stiles loved the beard but he also missed seeing Derek’s dimples.

Poor Derek would feel so bad for scaring Eli, and Eli wouldn’t look at him until at least the stubble comes back.

[anonazure]

Was reorganizing files on my laptop and forgot about this little project of mine. I decided to finish it.

Anyway these are the Sterek Variants I ship:

Basically, ONLY movies, I had seen the movie and their situation/environments make it possible for their characters to meet

[gregre369]

Y’all ever been reading some fanfiction and you just randomly check back into reality. And realize you’ve been reading 100k words of domestic bliss and fluff about two make believe people. Like no action, no violence, no plot, just two people living their lives and having conversations about home renovations.

Does it make you question yourself…?

…cool me neither

[nezmar13]

When Derek wakes up alone in their bed it takes him a brief moment to locate his mate. The noises from the kitchen are as good an indicator as any to tell him what his beloved is up to. With a long stretch and a content smile pulling at his lips he gets up, pulling on the sweatpants on his bare body before he sets out to get his morning bathroom routine out of the way. Fully freshened up, with droplets of water still clinging to his hair, he makes it down the staircase, zeroing on the lithe figure moving about the kitchen. Not being one to deny himself simple pleasures, such as following his prey, Derek quietly makes his way over to the kitchen, silently stalking his mate. Only when he's almost behind him Stiles chirps up “I know you´re behind me,” not even looking up from his cutting board. With a growl that is more amused than threatening, Derek plasters himself over Stiles´s back, snaking his arms around the smaller man´s waist. He noses the soft brown  hair of his mate as he contently watches Stiles´s hands skillfully preparing their meal. No of them says anything, what with Derek being happy with just watching and Stiles with being held the way he was. It was however all his little moving, brushing himself against Derek´s groin that had Derek growl again, stepping more closely, making sure his mate felt the building hardness pushing at him. It was only then Stiles ceased his movements, resting his cutting knife, in order to look up at his mate, at his Alpha. With a bright smile he pushed back, enjoying the weight of his mate´s body and his hands, dangerously closing in to his own steering front.

They both knew it was turning out to be a good start of the day.

[christinesficrecs]

Hello! Do you have any fics like “Let’s build a beehive” by GreyHaven?

Thanks for all you do!

Hey! I definitely got off track but here are a few similar fics.

Let's build a beehive by GreyHaven | 25K

Ten years after he last saw Derek, Stiles' life is in ruins and he has nowhere else to turn. He has Derek's address but will he be welcomed?

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband | 25K | Explicit

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

The Sun Comes Crashing In by pinetreekate | 18K | Explicit

Coming back to the moment, the guy says, “So, you got a plan for all your canning? A big family, or lots of friends and co-workers?”

“Not really,” Derek says wryly. “It’s a … new hobby, I guess, and I got a little carried away.” A little, he thinks, that’s a laugh. Hugely carried away, is more like it. “I have way, way more than I know what to do with.”

“Happens,” the guy says, smiling into his eyes. Derek’s heart skips a beat as the eye contact lasts a second longer than it maybe should. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he says, holding out a hand.

Derek shakes his hand, has to remind himself to let go. “Derek,” he answers, and feels his ears warm up.

Inertia by apocryphal | 21.6K | Mature

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

Gracious In Defeat by yodasyoyo | 18.1K | Mature

Stiles needs to get away from Beacon Hills after the end of his senior year. Derek offers to let him stay with him in São Paulo, and they finally act on the tension that has always simmered between them.

The thing is, when it’s time to go home- Stiles doesn’t want to leave.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific | 82.8K | Explicit

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

Pretty Melody by thepsychicclam | 30.5K | Explicit

Stiles hasn't seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can't believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand.

Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he's been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he'll finally start to heal.

hyper heart alone by  hito | 34.5K

When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stiles’ father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence.

Well, Stiles isn’t sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isn’t really willing to call it anything else, either.

The Hollow Moon by  thepsychicclam | 180K

It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all.

A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer | 16.3K | Explicit

When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.

there's a ritual for that by Spikedluv | 34.6K

Six months after Derek and Cora leave Beacon Hills, Stiles gets a text from Cora – they’re in trouble and need help. Turns out that Derek is being wooed by a neighboring pack. The Alpha remembers his mother fondly and would love to have a Hale in her pack. Especially if that means she might breed in the ability to change into a full wolf. And she’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer, even when Derek lies and tells her that he already has a mate.

Except Derek didn’t lie. When Stiles shows up to help with the emergency, he inadvertently discovers that he is Derek’s mate. Stiles tries not to think about it (he knows that the mate bond isn’t written in stone, just look at Scott and Allison) as he (and Lydia, and Deaton) research mates and the challenges to the mate bond (because, of course there’s a ritual for that) and try to keep the Alpha of the Palmer pack from discovering Stiles’ connection to Derek.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by aussiebee | 9.9K | Explicit

Stiles goes backpacking across Europe and eventually settles with his family in Poland to go to uni there. He's trying his hardest to forget the drama of the past, and to get over a certain werewolf he once knew, but it turns out that's not as easy to do as he'd hoped.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Don’t Tell Derek

There’s one unspoken rule that went without saying, one that they had all agreed to: don’t tell Derek.

You can also read the fic and tags on AO3, here

It was an unspoken rule that they’d all silently agreed to: don’t tell Derek.

It started one night when Stiles woke up, craving salt and vinegar chips and ice cream. However, when he began to dig through the freezer, he realised that the only ice cream there was Derek’s—his favourite chocolate chip ice cream that he bought specifically because the chocolate doesn’t mess with his wolf side. Boyd and Erica had gotten home late from date night, and found Stiles half-slouched on the kitchen counter, eating straight out of the tub. In the tense stare that ensued, he subtly reached into the cutlery drawer and pulled out two spoons, offering them to Erica and Boyd in exchange for their silence.

Since then, if you got caught eating Derek’s ice cream, your silence could be bought with the offer of a spoon and the mutual agreement not to tell Derek who ate it.

 Stiles let out a weak groan, dragging his hands down his face as he let out a broken sigh. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins and he tried to steady the breaths that heaved at his chest—the nightmare lingering in the shadows of his mind.

He sat up, letting the blankets pool around his waist. He looked over at the man who lay beside him, his outline dimly lit by the moonlight that bled through the gap in the curtains. His hair was a mess, like a pool of raven-black ink spilt across the pillow, and the harsh lines of his face had been softened by sleep.

Stiles was careful not to wake him as he slid out of bed and crossed the room, making his way out into the hallway. From the top of the staircase, he could see the golden glow of the kitchen light pooling in the open doorway.

He made his way downstairs and looked in to see Isaac sitting at the kitchen counter. He was never one to initiate the secretive ice cream eating—he would just get the tub out of the freezer, set it on the bench and wait with two spoons in his hand for someone to inevitably join him.

That’s how Stiles found him: sitting at the kitchen counter with two spoons on the tabletop beside him, staring at the tub of ice cream as if he had telekinetic abilities.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into th kitchen. He picked up one of the spoons and handed Isaac the other one as he pulled the lid off the tub of ice cream.

He hadn’t been there long—the ice cream was still frozen solid and the container’s lid has a thin white sheet of frost across it.

Stiles dug his spoon into the ice cream, taking the first bite and granting Isaac permission to eat.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked between mouthfuls.

“Just nightmares,” Isaac replied quietly and somewhat dismissively.

“Me too,” Stiles said, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Isaac said, using his spoon to chip away at the solid ice cream before scooping it up. “I don’t know.”

Stiles didn’t push; he knew that if Isaac wanted to talk, he would, but it had to be in his own time. And until he was ready, Stiles would be there.

“It was my dad,” Isaac said after a while, a hint of frustration adding an edge to his voice. “It’s stupid; he’s dead and I’m still afraid of him.”

Isaac didn’t look up at Stiles. His face was tense but his deep sapphire-blue eyes glistened with tears.

“The things your dad did to you don’t just go away,” Stiles said softly. “He can’t hurt you anymore, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t hurt you.”

Isaac nodded, letting out a calming breath. He poked at the ice cream a bit but didn’t eat any more.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Nogitsune,” Stiles answered.

“The nogitsune gone,” Isaac said, trying to sound reassuring.

“So’s your dad,” Stiles countered. “Doesn’t make it any easier to forget.”

Isaac paused for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. “I took the bite because I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be able to protect myself. I wanted to have some control over my life. I got all that and more—I got the pack; a family… a place where I belong and where people care about me. But you… you had all of that. You didn’t need the bite.”

Stiles smiled slightly.

“Everyone underestimated you,” Isaac continued. “I underestimated you.”

“And you won’t again,” Stiles said smugly.

“People look at you and they think you’re weak and defenceless, but you’re the strongest of all of us. You’re brave, strong, defiant, loyal, and I can’t imagine what it was like to lose all of that—to lose control over your own body.”

“You’d think that’s the worst part, but it’s not. I thought slowly losing my mind would be the worst part, but I was wrong. The worst part was watching on helplessly as someone made me hurt my friends.”

A moment of heavy silence fell between them.

“We’re okay now, right?” Isaac asked, his voice shaky and breaking slightly.

Stiles looked up, meeting his gaze He offered him a kind, reassuring smile. “Yeah, we are.”

Stiles scooped up another spoonful of ice cream and held it up. Isaac mirrored him, tapping their spoons together.

“Cheers,” they both said jokingly before shoving the ice cream in their mouths.

A moment later, they heard the wooden boards of the staircase creak as quiet footsteps slowly approached.

Stiles pre-emptively reached into the cutlery drawer and grabbed another spoon, holding it out as Erica sheepishly peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen door.

Her face lit up with a grin as she happily waddled over to Isaac’s side and took the spoon Stiles offered with a quiet “Thank you”.

She began to methodically dig through the ice cream and pick out he chocolate chips.

Isaac’s brow furrowed as he watched her, perplexed.

“You alright there?” he asked. “You’re stealing all the chocolate.”

“Period.”

The one word was all they needed. Stiles and Isaac began to meticulously dig through the tub of ice cream to find the chocolate chips, stacking them up in the corner of the tub for Erica.

Next to join them was Boyd, dragging his feet across the floor as he lethargically wrapped his arms around Erica. He politely declined the spoon Stiles offered him; he didn’t want ice cream—he just couldn’t sleep without Erica.

Stiles looked at Isaac, shooting him a look that told him not to tease Boyd for being so sappy and sweet.

Isaac pouted, slumping his shoulders, but didn’t put up a fight. He turned his attention back to the ice cream.

The four of them were too busy talking quietly that they didn’t notice the fifth that joined their group.

He picked up the spoon that Stiles had offered Boyd and began to eat the ice cream.

Isaac glanced up, his eyes widening with terror as the spoon fell from his hand, clattering across the kitchen benchtop.

The loud noise made them all jump, eyes snapping up to Isaac. They followed the young man’s terrified gaze to the man who stood beside Stiles, eating the ice cream, unperturbed.

His short dark hair was tousled from sleep and his pale aventurine eyes were half-dazed with sleep.

Derek.

Their eyes grew wide as they exchanged scared looks, trying to read each other’s thoughts.

Boyd – who hadn’t been eating the ice cream – subtly nodded towards the kitchen door, hinting that they should make a run for it. But there was nowhere to go and they’d never outrun him.

Erica looked as if she were weighing up using the ‘period’ card again to get out of trouble and Isaac looked about ready to cry.

They waited, expecting a stern lecture or an outburst of anger and cried of betrayal.

Derek looked up at them, his eyes darting from one beta to the next.

“What?” he asked. “I know you all eat my ice cream. I just want some of it before it’s all gone.”

They watched as he dug his spoon into the tub again, making sure to get a few chocolate chips in his scoop.

“You’re not mad?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

“That you’ve been eating my ice cream? No. But I am a little upset that you guys felt like you had to hide it from me, and a little hurt that you never thought to wake me up or ask if I wanted to join you.”

They all bowed their heads, their stomachs twisting with guilt.

“I’ll buy more next time,” Derek promised, eating another spoonful. “If you all promise to stop hiding this from me.”

“Promise,” they all muttered in unison.

“Okay,” Derek said with a soft smile. He reached forward for another spoonful but froze. “Oh, Erica—if you only want the chocolate, they make chocolate bars. I grabbed a few for you. They’re in the cupboard over there.”

He nodded towards the cupboard int eh corner of the kitchen.

“You can have them if you leave some chocolate chips for the rest of us—it’s not the same without them.”

Boyd stepped over to the cupboard, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and handing it to Erica.

Her spoon fell to the benchtop with a clang as she eagerly took the chocolate. She tore the wrapper open and paused, looking down at the chocolate--thinking.

She broke off a chunk and crushed it up, sprinkling it over the ice cream.

Isaac’s face lit up with excitement. He dug his spoon into the slightly-melted ice cream and stirred it around, mixing in the chunks of chocolate before scooping out a loaded spoonful.

They ate about half the tub of ice cream, but finally sleep won them over.

Isaac was swaying on the stool he sat on, his eyelids drooping and his eyes unfocused. Derek sent them off to bed while he cleaned up.

“Some on, I,” Erica said encouragingly. “Off to bed with you.”

Isaac let out a weak groan in protest.

Erica wrapped her arm around Isaac, helping the young man to his feet and sleepily making their way upstairs. From the hallway, they heard Isaac mutter a sleepy “Goodnight”.

Boyd picked up the chocolate bar, wrapping it in the wrapper and taking it with him as he followed Erica and Isaac up to bed.

Stiles gathered up the spoons and set them down in the sink while Derek fitted the lid back on the tub of ice cream and put it back in the freezer.

Stiles turned, leaning back on the edge of the counter as he looked at Derek.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “It was never mean to be so secretive and we never meant for it to be malicious.”

“It’s okay,” Derek said softly. “I’m not upset; it just hurts that you were all so scared to tell me. Did you really think I’d be mad?”

“I guess we were scared to find out,” Stiles admitted, staring down at his bare feet.

“You’re my pack, my family. I’d get mad if you were fighting with each other or if you recklessly put yourselves in danger. But eating ice cream, why would I get mad about that?”

“Because it’s your ice cream,” Stiles suggested, the upward infliction of his voice making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“If I didn’t want any of you eating it, I would have hidden it a better place than in plain sight.”

Stiles felt his face flush red. He cringed as he realised how right Derek was and how stupid he was for feeling like they had to be so secretive. Derek never asked who had touched his ice cream; they had simply made the agreement to never tell him.

“Come on,” Derek said softly, smiling sweetly at Stiles as he wrapped his arm around the young man’s shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen, turning off the light as they left. “Let’s go back to bed.”

[frek]

I was going through my old gdocs from previous fandoms and found this little domestic Sterek I never had a chance to expand on. Thought I’d share it here for you. Enjoy 💚

Rainy summer day, everything a deep vibrant green outside, obscured by the steam of the rain hitting the hot earth. The front porch is painted a pale mint green, is damp from the hard downpour that's finally settled into a steady soaking rain, thunder rumbles through the valley, a comfortable sort of sound as it echoes alongside the calls of the birds trying to stay dry in the rain. Derek is in the kitchen, windows open to let in the ozone smell of the storm, to let the sound of the rain fill the room, the house. the kitchen is a big farm kitchen, large porcelain coated iron sink with drainboards on either side, a dish rack on one, filled with drying dishes from their lunch that day, a basket of fruit setting out on the other. Derek is standing at the sink, cleaning and destemming strawberries for an afternoon treat for Stiles, who's been studying for his summer class in the office. The whole house, the world they're inhabiting has a definite sense of domesticity, of coziness. Like they've worked hard to get where they are and they don't want to turn back from it. Derek looks comfortable and happy like he's never looked before. He's wearing softer clothes, his hair a little longer, spends more time barefoot around the house. Most days Derek can be heard singing along to foreign songs as he works around the house, the other languages rolling off his tongue as easily as English. Even now Stiles is impressed.

[ryo-topia]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

  Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

  Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf)

  Additional Tags: i pick and choose which parts of the movie to accept and ignore, Fix-It, and there is much that needs fixing, anyway here's canon sterek as dads, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, and they're gross and domestic about it, sterek are the most embarrassing parents, derek hale is alive and well in this one, no beta we die like the nazi werewolf, that's eli hale-stilinski to everyone btw

  Summary:

Derek realises there’s only two possibilities - either he’s dead and in heaven, which looks suspiciously like their room at home and has all their belongings in it. Or he’s alive and in their room and Stiles is in front of him, supremely pissed off. He’s not sure which one he would prefer.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

eggnog

On AO3

“Whatcha making?”

“Eggnog,” Derek says, deftly separating an egg yolk from the white, dumping them in separate bowls.

Derek decides to breathe life into an old family tradition.

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine Derek growls and whimpers like a dog in his sleep. And the first time stiles heard he just ignored it and when back to sleep never to mention it again.

And he likes to roll around his sheets when they get out of the dryer so they can smell like him. And any time stiles fixes his own bed Derek ruins it by rolling around it. And stiles just whines that he just fixed that and he would get in trouble with his dad cause it looks like he doesn’t clean his room.

[anonazure]

Am practicing with the popular Sterek variants

[1lostone]

nano is coming

It's like Winter, only with less bloodshed.

Haaa. Ah. Haaah. okay I'm an idiot. But I do need some feedback. You can send me a msg (I love that shit, send me a random msg!) and opened asks, if you're shy but I've narrowed it down to two ideas to do for my Nanowrimo.

One is a thing I've talked about before- a redo on my fic Nowhere Man from Derek's pov. I had some nerves because I just don't know if it's still relevant after all this time, but people have asked and asked over the years and I think I can do it.

-ORRRR-

I finally watched Love and Monsters (It [and by which I mean Dylan] is super cute for an Apocolypse movie) and then had to rewatch the Domestics (which is a lot less cute, but Tyler is awesome) and it reminded me of a gifset that went around a while back. The question is, does the world need another apocalypse Sterek? I kinda think... yes?

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

Wolf In The Meadow

Derek has a weird ass epiphany and Stiles has to hear about it.

For Jesse Armstrong, Nicholas Braun and Matthew Macfadyen for a wonderful unhinged scene I love dearly.

P.S. I have no idea when the Mexico plot with Derek happened. So, I'm just guessing. I have also never seen Teen Wolf.

scene it's based off

also on ao3

INT. Stiles’s house, Stiles’s bed-room.

DEREK HALE, a friend of Stiles’s, comes in through the window. STILES, his friend is studying with headphones on. 

Derek: *In a very very very rare happy mood*. Damaged Derek, calling!

STILES looks up from his homework and takes off his headphones. Stiles: Oh, hey, why didn’t you use the door?

(Stiles remembers why).

Derek: So, I was in my wolf form. 

DEREK is a werewolf. Stiles: Uh huh! (Stiles is confused).

Derek: I had an epiphany. (He smiles)

Stiles: Of what?

Derek: You’re the Sheriff Of Beacon Hills’s son. And I’m going to live the rest of my days in Mexico. 

Stiles: Doesn’t sound so bad. (Winces).

Derek: So, have you been reading any books lately?

Stiles: I just started Jane Eyre. 

Derek: Nice, nice. I just started a book on the Romans.

Stiles: Weren’t their founders breast fed by a wolf?

Derek: I think so. 

Stiles: Is the book good?

Derek: It’s a good book. It’s a huge book.

Stiles: Nice.

DEREK looks awkward for a moment. Derek: Have you ever heard of Nero?

Stiles: Uh, yeah, I think everyone has. 

Derek: Have you heard of Nero & Sporus?

Stiles: Nero & who? 

DEREK takes a deep breath. Derek: So. Uh. At one point in Nero’s life. He got into a huge argument with his wife; Poppaea Sabina, who was pregnant.

Stiles: Okay.

Derek: And well, the fight got superheated that he kicked her down the stairs. 

STILES shifts awkwardly at hearing this tale of Domestic Violence. Stiles: Oh, wow. 

DEREK looks at Stiles, and there’s a beat. Derek: (Looks around). After that fight possibly because of guilt. He met a slave boy. (Pregnant Pause). Named Sporus. 

STILES starts to wonder where this is going to go. 

Stiles: Alright, Sporus.

DEREK smiles at Stiles. Derek: Nero bought Sporus right off the slave market. 

STILES winces. Stiles: What does this have to do with me?

Derek: Nero cut off Sporus’s cock and married him. 

Stiles: Okay? What does this have to do with me?

DEREK laughs. Derek: I’d castrate you and marry you in a heartbeat.

[christinesficrecs]

Hii I love your fic recs!! Can you recommend me some sterek fics with soft derek? Mostly canon or canon complient ? But alternate universe is fine too.

Hii can you please recommend me some soft derek/ maybe feminine derek fics. I just really want to read some soft derek fics.

Let me just say, I mostly had no idea where to go with this. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Also, I did restrain myself from making this nothing but Derek + kittens fics. It was really hard though. 🥰

Kintsugi by artemis69 | 7.8K

Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be.

Stiles would beg to differ.

In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles gives a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity.

Kittens Can Happen to Anyone by tsukinofaerii | 3.8K

When Stiles shows up at Derek's door with a box of orphaned kittens, Derek has no idea what he's getting into. With the cats, either.

I'm Setting the Standard for Living a Dream by skoosiepants | 2.9K

Derek is scowling at the camera, Henley unbuttoned. He looks sleep-mussed and unamused and there are two fuzzy balls of floof cradled in his arms. One is pawing at Derek’s mouth, the other is asleep in the curve of his elbow. Both are stripy orange and fluffy-furred with pink noses and pink beans, they are so super cute it makes Stiles’s eyes water a little.

five times Derek and Stiles weren't actually boyfriends (and one time they were) by HalfFizzbin | 2.8K

In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they're not actually dating.

i wait for you like a lonely house by bleep0bleep | 4.5K

Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house. He doesn’t need the space, that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.

Wait by cutloosemcgoose | 23.4K | Explicit

Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. He’s twenty four and he’s alone. No family, no friends, no real pack. He’s six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic. If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him he’s a loser.

Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam | 11.8K

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

Somebody That I Used to Know by PercyByssheShelley | 10.3K | Mature

Stiles and Derek have been together for months.

The trouble is, they weren't yesterday.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope | 8K

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband | 25K | Explicit

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

Maybe Someday (I'll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart | 16.3K

Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

[sapphireginger]

Stiles finds himself hating the marks on his body but Derek reminds him that those marks do not define him or his beauty.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Heyy, love what you do. You're amazing.

I was looking for sterek fics where Derek has a dirty mouth, even porn couldn't compare to the things that come out of his mouth when he is with stiles. ♥️♥️♥️

Cover your ears ya'll.

A quickie in the janitors closet by pizzz_10

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Stiles wanted to go lunch after class, but Derek has other ideas

Something to Remember Me By by 1lostone

(1/1 I 5,038)

At a graduation party, Derek makes some assumptions.

Stiles sets him straight.... so to speak.

Gordian Knot (Of Sex) by tourdefierce

(1/1 I 5,859)

Losing his virginity was hard enough when Lydia Martin was his sole focus. Now there are werewolves involved and this is way crazier. For one, there are a lot more dicks involved. (To be fair, in some of his fantasies, Lydia Martin had an impressive rubber cock.) Either way, Stiles doesn't know why he thought getting rid of his pesky virginity was going to be easier with Derek involved—the guy is practically allergic to doing anything the easy way and that includes Stiles. Being done. Because he's easy. What.

Things We Know, Unsaid by uraneia 

(1/1 I 6,036)

Stiles accidentally finds a trunk full of Derek's professional dom gear from when he lived in New York. They don't talk about it. Then Stiles turns eighteen, and they do.

*

If he thought Derek would be angry or embarrassed at Stiles finding a trunk full of quality BDSM gear in his closet, he’d have been wrong. “I used to do it professionally, in New York,” Derek says easily, and Stiles—Stiles doesn’t know how to process that. Because he’s seventeen and has eyes and an unfortunately vivid imagination, and if he lets it go there he’s not going to get any use out of any body part except his dick for several hours.

Feel You Breathing by sugareey

(3/3 I 8,400)

Derek: So, you need a distraction.

Stiles: Maybe Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that. Stiles: ;D

[Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]

Melt Me Slowly Down by maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 20,307)

The last thing Stiles expects when he walks into Lydia’s exclusive S&M club is to rescue a sub who’s obviously been mistreated for a long time. His name is Derek, and when he awkwardly reaches out, asking Stiles to be his Dom, the urge to shield Derek from more pain is too strong for Stiles to resist. But Derek is still recovering from his past and learning how to set boundaries, so they have to take things slow.

Incredibly Gifted Fakers by Fortem

(21/? I 76,596)

Stiles desperately needs a new scene partner and Derek desperately needs a job. They may just be able to help each other out, if they remember that this is all supposed to be acting.

Yoda Said It Best by OKDeanna

(21/21 I 99,128)

Derek Hale knows he as a problem. Contrary to what some might believe, he isn’t stupid. He knows the Jeep has meaning to him, real meaning. The kind of meaning that he doesn’t want to think about, let alone stop and have to analyze. Except… his son keeps pushing him about it, prodding at him, and then before Derek knows it, Stiles is back in Beacon Hills, driving the one thing in the world Derek wishes he never had to set eyes on again. If Derek isn’t careful, he could open himself up to a fall, and that would affect more than just his son but also his own traitorous heart. Because with Stiles back, Derek finally has hope again, and its making him want the things he knows better than to ever crave: a home, a future, a life—love.

Domestication by Arver7, Moit

(37/37 I 280,892)

Derek and Stiles are heat partners, but neither realises how invested the other one is. When Stiles winds up pregnant, their relationship gets more serious, even if neither of them knows how to handle it.