#sterek fic rec

[hedwig221b]

DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | sterek | ao3

Tags: Derek is the Deity of Sex, Stiles is the Virgin Sacrifice, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Free Use, everybody’s consenting to everything, and Derek doesn’t share, Possessive Derek

Summary:

Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.

He was the most beautiful being Stiles had ever seen. As was probably expected, considering he was the god of sexual desire.

[sterek-exchange]

2024 Valentine's Exchange Round-up!

constellations in the dark by Winchesterek for EvanesDust

to forever by EvanesDust for Winchesterek

Sometimes It Takes a Misunderstanding To Know Where You Stand by gryvon for Renmackree

The Meddling Plans of Lydia Martin (Or How Derek Hale Stopped Being a Martyr) by justanotherbusyfangirl for alikatastic

Inevitable Us by thinkingaboutelephants for StaciNadia

Small Town Logic by Renmackree for justanotherbusyfangirl

A Touch of Pain by Goddess47 for HadrianPeverellBlack

Weirder Things by Renmackree for TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving

You're Good by eevylynn for L_Grae

Burning For You by MadMim for thinkingaboutelephants

Parallel Hearts by L_Grae for trinipedia

A Happy Accident by alikatastic for eevylynn

This time I won't be afraid to try by trinipedia for Issay

It was to get to you by trinipedia for gryvon

Valentine's Day Wooing by StaciNadia for MadMim

Ink and Flowers and Love by TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving for malectarlos

Halfway House for Mystical Misfits by HiddenInOrbit for WeAreTheLuckyOnes

Will you be my date? by HadrianPeverellBlack for Goddess47

The Best Day by alikatastic for MelodramaticSalad

shadows searching for light by WeAreTheLuckyOnes for HiddenInOrbit

A Favor For A Favor by MelodramaticSalad for Alaidiem

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete by malectarlos for pseudofoucault333

Thank you to everyone that participated in this round of @sterek-exchange! Our next exchange will be for Summer! Hope to see everyone again then!

[sterekeverlasting]

Welcome to the second edition of Sterek Everlasting, a fanmade magazine featuring fics and art from the talented Sterek community. If you're a diehard Sterek shipper, then you're in the right place.

Thank you to the writers and artists who helped bring this publication to life once again. We couldn’t have done this without you!

You can read the magazine online here and can download the PDF file to read here.

- Dori (@evanesdust) & Liam (@sterekbros)

Featured fics: you and i remain the same by EvanesDust and Winchesterek E | WIP | idiots in love | getting together | mpreg

Bourbon Flavored Kisses by Halevetica NR | 4.6k | misunderstandings | first kiss | human AU

then now and always by raisesomehale T | 13.6k | future fic | mutual pining | second chances

[thotpuppy]

ThotPuppy's Historical-themed Sterek Fic Recs

I know lots of folks have already done one of these! BUT! This is one of my favorite tropes, so... here are some of my faves! As a note, these largely range from ~vaguely medieval~ to incredibly well-researched SPECIFIC 'Medieval' to ~general regency ish~ to VERY Regency to various points in between. I am also aware of some as of yet unwritten but ~coming soon/eventually~ Pirate, Wild West, 1920s, and of course Medieval pieces coming out, so I MAY have to post an updated version in a year or so lol

Also... have one that's not here? PLEASE send it to me! Especially Medieval Fantasy. It's my FAVORITE and I KNOW there are more that I don't have/don't have saved and I'm very interested!

Golden Boy by trilliath Rated E, Complete, 127k+

A Most (Im)Proper Proposal by Welsh_Woman Rated E, Complete, 200k+

Entente by Siria Rated E, Complete, 44k+

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse Rated E, Complete, 115k+

Foolish devouring things, build your castle in me by LunaCanisLupus_22 Rated E, Complete, 23k+

The Consort's Tourney by Lalaith_Quetzalli Rated T, Complete, 12k+

The Wolf in the Tower by exclamation Rated M, Complete, 57k+

Propriety and Pursuit by JenyaKeefe Rated E, Complete, 27k+

The Wrong Hale by Dextrous_Sinistrous Rated E, Complete, 77k+

The White Hart of Winter by DarkAthena Rated E, Complete, 65k+

The Marriage Contract by Palendrome Rated E, Complete, 12k+

The Omega Servant and the Alpha King by EmeraldTrident Rated E, Complete, 2.4k+

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex Rated E, Complete, 109k+

I Made a Vow Out to the Dark by WhoGeek Rated T, Complete, 22k+

I'm Not Asking Questions, I'm Taking My Chances by keldjinfae Rated E, Complete, 80k+

Here are a few that I haven't had a chance to read yet, but the mere concepts have me in a chokehold:

Kingdoms Fall by Gia279 Rated M, Complete, 74k+

A Pauper's Prince (Revised) by Welsh_Woman Rated E, Complete, 83k+

A Wolf's Heart by Palendrome Rated E, Complete, 22k

Tangled Crowns by Halevetica Not Rated, WIP, 37k+

A Winter's Knight by changez Rated E, Complete, 5.5k+

I Won't Be Alone For The Rest Of My Life by blackorchids Rated G, Complete, 1.4k+

And lastly, would I really be that bitch if I didn't rec my own?

Triskelion Reign: the Shepherd, the Lamb, and the Wolf Rated E, WIP, 47k+

Tagging authors (i know of on here) so they know we out here loving and appreciating them! @Athenadark , @outtoshatter, @halevetica, @changez4sterek, @lalaithquetzallicaresi, you all write lovely works and I appreciate your efforts <3

[taleah-bonnick]

more sterek fic recs - all completed

finally, some more sterek! enjoy :)

quiet perfection by hyperlittlenori - this is one of my favourite sterek fics ever, it's honestly one of the softest things i've ever read and it has me grinning from ear to ear every single time i read it. it's an AU with a deaf derek and a sign speaking stiles. they meet for the first time at the station and are instantly enamoured with each other. all i want is for this fic to become a series, i just want more of them.

chasing slumber by hyperlittlenori - another fic by this author! this is some of the most intense sterek smut i've ever read in my life, i literally forgot to breathe during it. the boys use sex to cope but it's a lot healthier than it sounds, i swear. there's also a lot of fluff, i love this one so much. this authors writing is immaculate.

from love not lust by hyperlittlenori - another one, i know! this one is just really simple and sweet. the boys fall in love through book annotations and it's so extremely soft. asexual derek is beautiful.

deaton's dream beans by thenerdnextdoor - a coffeeshop/bookstore AU! derek is a brooding hermit who owns a bookstore and stiles is an obnoxious but adorable barista who's trying to start a war with a rival coffee shop. this is such a fun story, with a tiny bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff. also, background thiam! i've read this multiple times, it's just so silly.

i ain't scared of your teeth by antisepticdork - stiles gets attacked by harpies, derek gets growly about it, they fall in like. this one is very much a 'monster of the week' fic, very chill and a bit goofy.

we've written volumes (in blood and scars and ink) by notthequiettype - stiles gets attacked by the alpha pack and derek nurses him back to health with a whole lotta werewolf healing mojo. solid banter, minor smut and a lot of fluff.

you saw me standing alone by orphan account - so obviously i like fics where stiles gets hurt and derek plays the sexy nurse, because here's another one! this is such a sweet fic, and the smut at the end is A+, slutty bottom derek is one of my favourite flavours of derek. he mewls, guys. mewls.

this is ridiculous by zosofi - a pining derek, a bloodthirsty, virgin killing unicorn and an oblivious, virginal stiles stilinski. this fic is so goofy and i love it.

warm shadows by stilinskisparkles - stiles gets hurt after another kidnapping and derek offers to help him out while he heals. a zero angst fic with some great banter and an evil peter hale thrown into the mix. these boys are so in love i wanna scream.

hear it in the silence by elisela - post season six fic where stiles and derek are best friends. stiles drags derek along on an impromptu road trip to escape the pressure of college and they realise they're in love along the way. such a romantic fic with top tier healthy communication, it's just a really beautiful story about falling in love with your best friend.

click here for part one of my sterek fic recs!

[seanchaidh7]

A Wolf's Heart

By PalenDrome

Derek is forced to flee Beacon Hills when he becomes the last remaining Hale alpha.

He vows to come back for his mate. But when he does, he discovers that Stiles is newly engaged and their mate bond is broken.

@nerdherderette my partner in crime for the Sterek Reverse Bang!

[teencopandthesourwolf]

14 year old lil’ freak derek for @poebin’s cute af RAISED BY WOLVES (LOVED BY HIM) fic bc omg how could i not? everybody stop what you’re doing and go read it rn! or, y’know. at least mark it for later xp

tiny excerpt and textless version below the cut:

"But then Stiles’ brain flashes back to when he’d first noticed Derek, when they were both fourteen, and Derek had gone through an interesting phase of wearing a black hoodie with wolf ears.”

[undercoverbastard]

Judging a Derek by His Cover

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use.

+.+.+

OR: a fic from the vaults, inspired by modern-day royalty au, derek’s penchant for being sought after just for his looks, and im not sure what else was going on in my brain at the time tbh

Word Count: 4387

———

“I have to get ready,” Derek said, pushing himself up and out of the bed. He sighed, sitting on the edge, staring at his hands a bit blankly. He wished he could freeze time - stay in moments like these. These moments are stolen in between chores and tasks, family and staff. He didn’t want to have to leave.

“Oh?” Stiles asked, stretching out lazily, tucking his hands behind his head. “What’s on the agenda today, sir prince?”

The tone was teasing but it made Derek cringe. Another reminder. He didn’t hate his position or his family or his people or any of it - he loved Beacon and his family was amazing and he adored being able to be a part of what made all of it. But, his position - his title - came with limitations. Expectations.

“Some gathering,” Derek mumbled, ducking his head a bit lower, “my mom says it’s in celebration of the peace treaties - ten years this week. But…”

“But…?” Stiles prompted, moving to curl behind Derek, his chin resting on a pillow as he gazed up at the other’s face. Derek cut his eyes to the side, letting the slightest of smiles curve across his lips before it fell off again. That was another one of Stiles’ talents - his ability to make Derek laugh and smile, no matter the day or its events.

“But,” Derek gathered a deep breath, “she’s been hinting at… socializing, at dating. She keeps bringing up names and countries and heirs and… I don’t know. She keeps mentioning Braeden and just…”

Stiles moved away, crawling up to a sitting position himself. Derek cast a look back at the other, waiting for some sort of response. It took a minute, Stiles facing away from him and seemingly fiddling with his shirt and hair. When he turned back he had a wide grin, cheeky and teasing.

“Oh you’ll do fine, Der, who could ever resist you? Huh?” Stiles said, giving him a nod of appreciation. It made Derek’s throat dry up, a reminder creeping in.

“Resist me…” Derek repeated a bit dumbly, staring now to the side of Stiles’ head, looking unseeingly out the window on the opposite side of the room. He heard Stiles give a huff of laughter, saw the shaking of his head from his peripheral.

“Obviously,” Stiles scoffed, “they’d have to be blind!” And that’s when Derek’s blood ran a bit cold, color draining from his face ever so slightly. “Anyways, I should - uh- get going. Let you get ready for the party and all that.”

Stiles stood up, fingers carding through his hair before tugging at and smoothing down his shirt. They’d laid lazily in the spare room for hours, taking turns carding fingers through one another’s hair, biting lingering kisses into one another’s lips, straddling each other’s laps as they got lost in the quietness disturbed only by soft groans and gasps. It had been bliss, those couple hours together. It was one of the only times Derek didn’t feel like he was on display or out of place to some degree. It felt right. Comfortable.

Staying quiet, Derek watched as Stiles stood up, slipping his shoes back on and fretting over his clothes again. He was always busy, mind and body in constant motion even if it didn’t make sense. It used to infuriate Derek when Stiles first began working in the library - he could never focus with the other’s mumbles and murmurs and humming and moving. It was chaotic in the smallest of ways. Now, though, he felt restless if Stiles didn’t move - his skin felt prickled if the younger man stayed still too long, a wrongness about it.

Before Stiles could open the door and sneak a look outside before he darted out, Derek asked, “Why didn’t you?”

Stiles paused, looking at the other in confusion and a half tilt of his head. “Why… why didn’t you resist me or - turn me down? Why?” Derek elaborated. His voice held steady and sounded normal but his heart was lodged in his throat and the tips of his fingers felt numb.

The question at least gave Stiles pause. He stepped back closer in the room, an incredulous look on his face once his mind seemed to catch up. He began waving, hands exaggeratedly emphasizing the length of Derek’s form still sitting on the bed before he gave an answering huff.

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Derek always spoke in an even manner, known for being a bit brasher in his tone than others but fairly neutral and even overall - it was a mark of the Hale family, after all. To be balanced in all ways. He couldn’t risk being too nice or too rude. He may toe the line of overly curt and brash but he was never outright cold with his words. But even he could hear it - the change in his voice. It was exceptionally vague - not a hint of brashness. He was as even as his mother in her political discussions - unreadable.

Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use. Even the soft touch to Derek’s shoulder as he stepped out slid off with just a single step, allowing the steadily growing wall between them to commence.

Derek tried not to think about it. Shoved the thoughts out of his mind as he left the mostly empty hall and trailed back to his own room. He shouldn’t have thought Stiles would be interested in anything else besides his looks. It was, after all, his saving grace. After Kate’s stunt years back, most people averted their eyes - unable to meet Derek’s. It lingered with some, but it only took a year or two at most before he was once more a display.

Giggling visitors from other countries bashfully complimented him on how handsome he was, eyes raking up and down his body at parties and celebrations. Tabloids posted dozens of photos whenever he left the palace - endless remarks of his looks and how well clothes fit him and how others were sure the good looks didn’t stop at just his face pouring from every media outlet in the country and even in others.

He was used to it. He smiled his practiced smile, knew when to bow his head and murmur thanks. He was used to the squeezes to his bicep when being requested to dance and the lingering eyes of his partners. But that was it. Even Kate had said so when she still played the part of smitten girlfriend.

She’d tease him for his quiet nature and his lack of ability to feed into normal conversations. He could talk policy as needed and he had a plethora of books surrounding philosophers, history, and even art at his disposal - but they were drab topics outside of negotiations and proper business. And even if the analysis of Picasso’s The Old Guitarist was one Derek found interesting and showed the necessity of the arts and their value to civilizations old and new, Kate didn’t want to hear about it. Besides, even with his most impassioned topics on the table he still was a man of few words. Part of that came from being the son of the reigning Queen of Beacon, another part came from Kate’s backhanded nature.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Derek earned his keep with his looks. He was a nice face to look at and a figure that harnessed desire. Either no one cared what else he might be able to offer or his lack of personality drove them back to their distanced gazes. Just because Stiles could quote at least one line from every book Derek has ever picked up since he started working in the library and just because Stiles had enough words for five people let alone a conversation of two didn’t mean he wouldn’t be the same.

It was to be expected.

+.+.+

Several hours later found Derek in one of his more casual attires but one fit for a prince nonetheless. The party and celebration were not one for hosting political affairs - they were for rejoicing. Sure, it was shared amongst several other visiting countries, and the sprawling room and subsequent halls were filled with faces far and wide, but none of them came to talk about further negotiations, treaties, or trade options. They all came to eat, dance, and laugh - embracing the decade’s worth of peace since King Christopher took his father’s place in Silvenia and ended the wars and trade blocks.

Derek stood off to the side, doing his best to obscure himself as much as possible in the throng of people. He’d eaten, he’d talked to his family, and he’d even danced with several people. He had done his share, he thought. This was meant to be enjoyed, and he enjoyed being alone.

He couldn’t, however, forever hide from Braeden. He’d seen his mother walking with her, laughing. His mother’s eyes seemed to search the crowd, trying to find him, and he did his best to slink away before she caught a whiff of his location. He’d done a good job so far, but he knew it was a fruitless endeavor to try and avoid her all night. It had only been two hours and the celebration would more than likely go well into the night. His mother would find him eventually.

Musing the odds of success if he were to try and slink away to his room or possibly to the gardens for a couple of hours to avoid detection a bit longer, Derek zoned out momentarily - unaware of his surroundings. He acknowledged the movement of others, the change in music, but it was all background noise in his mind. Which is why it was the perfect time for him to be found.

Just not by his mother, it seemed.

“Derek?” Stiles asked, gently laying a hand on his arm, eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “You okay?”

Shaking himself out of his clouded thoughts, Derek nodded and went to pull away from Stiles’ touch - planning to test out his garden escape. He should’ve been looking out for the man. After all, Stiles has been a regular attendee of nearly all the Hale family’s gatherings and parties for over 10 years. His father was now the Head of Palace Guards and his mother had once overseen the library he now worked in. Stiles’ presence was all but guaranteed between his two parents both working in the palace on a daily basis. Derek had just distantly hoped he wouldn’t approach him here - similar to all previous events.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me asking for a dance, would you?” Stiles asked, his eyebrows now unscrunched, one raised in question as he held out his hand. Derek stared for a moment, bewildered.

In all the years Stiles had attended these gatherings, he’d never once asked to dance with Derek - he rarely spoke to him. He’d danced with Cora once or twice, the two having been closer as kids since they were the same age and Cora deciding Stiles was the perfect partner for her scheming ploys. But even now in recent times, since Derek and Stiles had begun their… whatever it was between them, he had never asked. It had been nearly a year of sneaking into hidden library corners, empty guest rooms, and ducking into stable stalls - stealing kisses, fingers unbuttoning shirts, hands roaming skin. In that same time over a handful of parties, political events, and other such gatherings had come to pass of all different magnitudes and Stiles had all but avoided Derek.

Cautiously, Derek put down the drink in his hand and laid the other in Stiles’ open palm. He let the other pull him seamlessly into the throng of moving bodies. The music wasn’t slow enough for proper dance steps but it wasn’t fast enough to deter other couples from swaying and moving across the floor together. Blessedly, Stiles moved into the crowd and guided one of Derek’s hands to his waist, clasping the other in his hand while Stiles laid his second hand on Derek’s shoulder.

No one really led in this dance, but Stiles letting him control the speed and direction was a godsend as he was sure to stumble if he had to follow. Derek was sure he had Cora to thank for that, as he recalled his younger sister demanding to be the lead and making a young, 11-year-old Stiles learn to follow in all their dance numbers. He recalls hiding smirks and laughs behind his hand and drinks, watching the two kids stumble about when Stiles accidentally went to lead them and Cora stubbornly refused to follow.

He pushed those memories aside, trying to remove the fond film he’s learned to lay over all the memories with Stiles in them. He doesn’t know when he’d begun to do it, but it was harder than he’d expected to try and stop it.

“You left kinda fast earlier,” Stiles finally murmured, voice low as his eyes danced around the room. They got a couple of second glances, those who knew of Stiles’ position a bit surprised to find the two dancing together. Sure, he danced with Cora over the years, but that was largely when they were kids and it was cute - something for the adults to coo over and take pictures of.

“Yes,” Derek answered simply. He didn’t know what Stiles wanted and he preferred to keep his cards close to his chest. Stiles huffed at the minimal response, a fond eye roll following it shortly after.

“Okay, thanks for that,” Stiles teased, “what I meant is why? Did- did I say something to upset you? Did something happen - are you okay?”

Even in shorter sentences, Stiles still somehow rambled. His tempo was a bit too fast, his tone of voice wavering and pitching in odd places, teeth biting at his lips as he came up with a dozen more thoughts - his face mirroring his reaction to each one in live action. Derek quelled the amusement he found in the mannerisms.

“Just wanted to leave.”

At this, Stiles seemed to stutter in movement, feet delayed and causing the two to stumble momentarily. Both of Derek’s hands moved to hold him at the waist, righting him before he could fall while Stiles’ hands both gripped Derek’s shoulders to help anchor himself. They found themselves closer together, the stance becoming a bit more personal and intimate than before.

“Leave… me?” Stiles whispered quietly, looking over Derek’s shoulder. Derek stayed quiet, unsure how to answer without giving too much away. “Is it because of what I said? That I’m attracted to you? Did that upset you?” It was Derek’s turn to bring a stutter to their movements, going rigid. He thankfully composed himself much quicker, only setting them off by a step at most that was easily regained.

“I don’t have an issue with you finding me attractive, Stiles,” Derek sighed, “like you said, who isn’t.”

It wasn’t a question. But he couldn’t control the bite that came out with the last two words, a bit of a sarcastic drawl underlining his words. At this, Stiles snapped his eyes to the side, looking questioningly at his dance partner. Derek didn’t explain any further, instead avoiding direct eye contact as best he could while still dancing.

“Is that…” Stiles’ words faltered, dying off. Even without looking at his face, Derek could see his thoughts play out. He swear he could hear the gears grinding in his head as he raced through all possible questions, answers, scenarios, and each of their meanings in a span of a few seconds. It would never cease to impress and exasperate Derek how Stiles thought just as quickly as he spoke - often one blending into the other without filter or regard for how his words came out.

“Der,” Stiles said, his voice suddenly a bit louder and demanding. Derek just raised his eyebrows in response, gaze still not meeting Stiles’. The younger boy huffed, hides sliding up from Derek’s shoulders to grip either side of his face and force Derek to look at him before he continued speaking. “What I said was true. I don’t know any sane person who would turn you down, but - that’s not the only reason I’m attracted to you. You know that, right? You have to know that.”

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat, giving a partial shrug to try and show his indifference on the matter. It seemed to be the wrong response, however, when Stiles growled out low in frustration, his fingers digging in a bit more into Derek’s skin and demanding his attention.

“You have to know,” he said, incredulous. “You think - what? All this time I just wanted some casual… fling? That I just saw a pretty face and that was all it took? A pretty face and I spend hours sneaking away from my work, hiding from my dad, skirting around guards?”

Stiles paused, but not long enough for Derek to actually respond. He shook his head as if in disbelief before continuing, “Is that it? You thought I just wanted to fuck around with you? Jesus Christ, how shallow do you think I am? Better yet! How stupid?! If I just wanted someone for their looks why would I go after a prince? A prince, Derek. I know we’re evolved and all but I’m sure your mom would still approve a hanging or beheading or some other medieval offing of me, fuck.”

Derek couldn’t help but crack a wry grin at Stiles’ vomit of words, head ducking down slightly as he tamped down on his laughter. The idea of his mother not only approving but requesting a beheading seemed comical - the woman was terse and poised, levelheaded beyond compare, but she was also the same woman who cried over Animal Planet at 9 PM on a Tuesday after seeing a crocodile eat a baby zebra. She blubbered about ‘the poor baby’ for half an hour, squeezing Cora into a smushed hug against her chest and all but breaking Derek’s bones as she held his hand. It was a hilarious thought, all things considered.

Stiles’ noise of exasperation broke him from his daddling thoughts, surprising Derek. Another thing Stiles was good at; even without trying, he got Derek lost in his own rambling thoughts - Stiles’ jabber and ranting offering endless avenues of thought and consideration, even if absurd. It was a nice change of pace, having something to ponder and get lost in. Something that was entertaining and not all too important that demanded his full focus or response all at once.

“Derek, I am about to make a damn fool of myself and if someone overhears this and then sees you walk away from me I think I’ll be forced to exile myself but, Jesus fuck , here it goes,” Stiles let out a long breath, eyes closing briefly before reopening and settling on Derek as if he were a target. “I am in-fucking-love with you. I love how you speak with your eyebrows and eye rolls better than any person can with words. I love how you obsessively read fucking historical books and pour over goddamn poetry and art journals. I love how you get spaced out when we talk about centuries-old plays and hundred-year-old paintings as if you can’t comprehend what they mean and are stunned by their mere existence. I love how you talk and sound like you’re thinking of murdering me and then just- laugh! And god, your laugh - I still can’t figure out if it’s your smile or your laugh that’s my favorite. And, fuck- I just… I can’t think of a single thing I don’t obsessively think about when it comes to you. And of course, of course, you’re fucking beautiful - work of art, walking god, all the usuals - but I… I just love being with you.”

They stopped dancing, coming to a halt in the middle of the mass of people. Derek is sure the song changed, people who still lingered a bit further away now going through similar steps and movements he couldn’t be bothered to recall or put a name to. He also knew they were being watched - hell, he’s sure half a dozen people caught at least half of that spiel, with Stiles’ voice raising in tone and pitch and volume like crazy throughout as if he couldn’t control it.

He felt a bit punch drunk, in a way. He didn’t know if he should be embarrassed that Stiles caught him wistfully zoning out over paintings or if he should laugh at the fact that Stiles has somehow done what not even his family has by being able to read and understand his responses just by facial expressions alone. It felt like a weight had been removed from his shoulders but his stomach felt heavy, stirring with nerves.

“You love me?” he finally asked. Stiles groaned, smacking his head against the curve of his own arm that rested against Derek’s shoulder. He was muttering and cursing quietly.

“I only repeated it about a hundred times but, yes. Yes - I love you. I am in love with you, I will figure out all the euphemisms to say it and learn it in as many languages as I can. Hell, I’ll do it old school - find a fucking boombox and sta-”

Stiles’ remaining rant cut off as Derek pulled his chin up, pressing a harsh kiss against the other’s lips. It wasn’t soft or biting, just… hard. Solid. Reassuring. Stiles helped quell the bruising press of lips by softly dragging a thumb over Derek’s cheek, the gesture making the kiss soften until they both were pulling away. Stiles looked awestruck, eyes dancing and sliding side to side to take in the room before ultimately landing once more on Derek’s face, a pleased grin taking over his face as their eyes met.

“I’ve been stupidly in love with you ever since you began singing that awful song when I tried to explain what a Blue Period was and then I kept humming it all week because it was stuck in my head,” Derek offered as an explanation for his actions. Stiles paused, eyebrows pulled together in consideration for a second before he broke out into loud laughter, probably remembering the exact scene from two years prior. If no one saw them before they surely had garnered enough people’s attention by now.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since you told Harris off for making me cry during the Polka,” Stiles grinned. It was Derek’s turn to bark out a laugh, louder than he had laughed in a while. He remembered that, it was 8 years ago - when Stiles and Cora were still learning various dances. Cora had to learn for the sake of her title and appearance, Stiles was just the poor culprit she wrangled into the mess and who could barely keep time with the three-step beat, leading to lots of stumbling and Harris berating him before Derek growled out a retort about being so pathetic to bully a child.

Derek remembered it as a scarring experience, Stiles refusing to dance for two weeks after. Stiles, however, decided it was the moment in which he’d fall in love with a then-angry, overly private 16-year-old that barely even spoke to him. Derek wasn’t sure which moment of realization was more absurd between them.

“You were thirteen !”

“And I was in love!”

It got quiet between the two, both of them just grinning at the other. Neither bothered to realize just how quiet it had gotten, or how much space had been carved out around them during their conversation. They were lost in their own world, ignorant to the rest of the room around them.

It wasn’t until a minute or two passed when a cleared throat caught their attention, making them realize the quieter atmosphere and their center stage set up among the crowd. Talia - Queen Talia - stood beside them, a knowing smirk on her face as she regarded them with a raised eyebrow, hands clasped in front of her.

Stiles gave a half-choked squawk in realization while Derek bowed his head, his cheeks heating in embarrassment. They separated abruptly, standing side by side to face Talia head-on.

“So,” Talia broke the silence, “I don’t think I’ll be introducing you to Braeden anytime soon. Seeing as you already have a boyfriend, hm?”

Stiles choked again, some mangled word dying in his throat, while Derek simply looked up at his mom with a deer-in-the-headlights look. When she gave a pointed tilt of her head, eyes shooting to Stiles as the younger man seemed paralyzed on the spot, Derek knew she was encouraging him to confirm. To say something .

“Yes,” he finally managed to pull out, his hand reaching out to grasp Stiles’ and squeezing it in question. When he got an immediate squeeze in response, he gave his mother a wide, genuine smile. “I’m dating Stiles.”

With that, Talia seemed pleased. She clapped her hands, announced that further celebration was to commence, and then left them as they were. It was oddly anti-climatic, the room returning to its usual activity and volume as before - only sneaky side glances were thrown their way in curiosity. It was easy for Derek to pull Stiles back to the outskirts of the room, however, the two of them were unable to stop glancing at each other and sharing smiles.

[sterekbros]

for the rest of our lives (1958 words) by Winchesterek Rating: Explicit Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Knotting, Barebacking, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Slice of Life Series: Part 6 of Laughter Lines For: @sterekweekly momentous and @sterekfests theme sweater weather. And @warmandfluffybingocards square morning cuddles.

Stiles shivered as the cool air licked at his skin, a smile spreading across his lips as he felt the heat against his side. He rolled over and snuggled into it, firm muscles and soft hair reminding him that he was with Derek and they had come back to Virginia. They’d spent a year traveling the world and Stiles hadn't returned yet to the FBI. At this point, he thought he never would. They’d found a nice place in rural Virginia just in case he decided to try to go back to work, but it hadn't even occurred to Stiles to call his boss and ask for his job back. His leave was long over and he was sure someone else had his job by now. It was a momentous decision.

His fingers trailed along Derek’s chest, tracing absent symbols against his skin. They’d grown so much together over the last year; their matebond was stronger than it ever had been before. There was a strength and surety he could feel in the bond, like their love was a rock that couldn't be broken, no matter what people thought of them.

Stiles smiled and turned his face to press kisses against Derek’s chest, feeling when Derek started to wake because the arm wrapped around Stiles curled more around him and Derek’s fingers started running along his back lazily.

“Good morning,” he breathed against Derek’s skin. Derek grumbled and Stiles chuckled, teasing his tongue over Derek’s nipple.

“You’re a menace,” Derek said with a gasp, his hand moving to cup the back of Stiles’ head. Stiles grinned, giving Derek’s nipple one more teasing suck before he turned up to capture Derek’s lips in a kiss.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning up just enough on his elbow to give Derek a more thorough kiss.

“Hey,” Derek replied, brushing his nose against Stiles’.

Stiles knew it was one of the things they did and he wasn't sure how they’d gotten started with the whole ‘hey’ ‘hey’ echoed response, but Stiles loved it. It was something so simple and intimate, like a secret all their own.

“How’d you sleep?” Stiles asked, just studying Derek like he’d never be able to get enough of him. And he never would. Stiles knew that.

“Perfect, with you in my arms,” Derek replied with a smile spreading across his lips.

Stiles laughed and smacked Derek in the chest. “You’re such a sap!”

“What, it’s true!” Derek added with a laugh of his own, grabbing Stiles’ hand on his chest.

Derek captured Stiles’ lips in another kiss, even as Stiles was still laughing into the kiss. But he wrapped his arms around Derek and rolled over onto his back, dragging Derek on top of him.

“I love you,” Stiles said softly, his fingers threading through Derek’s hair.

“I love you too, so much,” Derek replied, kissing Stiles again, deeper this time.

Stiles moaned softly, spreading his thighs to make room for Derek between them. He could already feel Derek’s dick pressing against his hip, hard and demanding, Stiles’ cock already half-hard itself. He hooked his calf around the back of Derek’s thigh as Derek rocked against him.

“Why did we sleep with clothes on?” Derek muttered against Stiles’ lips, his hands already moving to push at the waist of Stiles’ sweatpants.

“Because it’s getting cooler and I move around too much at night to sleep naked,” Stiles replied with a chuckle. “I get cold when I roll away from you.”

Plus, Stiles was used to sleeping with his clothes on. It was something he’d picked up over the last twenty years, always ready to fight… always reaching for his gun, which was something that was hard for him to break over the last year during their travels.

“No clothes,” Derek growled as he pushed Stiles’ sweatpants the rest of the way down so Stiles could kick them away. “We’ll raise the heat.”

Stiles was laughing softly still as they continued to kiss.

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles breathed, his hands moving to push Derek’s sweatpants off his hips, working them down until he could use his long legs to strip Derek out of them. Derek broke their kiss long enough to yank Stiles’ shirt off and then crushed their lips together again.

Stiles moaned, rolling his hips against Derek, chasing the friction he badly needed as he felt Derek’s dick slide against his. He broke from the kiss, tilting his chin up and Derek wasted no time in dropping kisses and bites to his neck that shot straight to Stiles’ dick.

God, when Derek left marks on his neck it made his dick ache and leak, even though he already had a matebond. Having everyone being able to see that he belonged to Derek did things to Stiles. He loved it and he knew that Derek did too.

“Mmm, fuck,” Stiles breathed. “Get the lube. Need to feel you inside of me.”

Derek nipped at his neck and gave a disapproving sound at having to move away, which was normal, but Stiles managed not to chuckle as Derek withdrew and shifted over to grab the nightstand drawer. He yanked it open and fished out the lube, handing it to Stiles.

Stiles grinned and gripped the lube bottle, flipping the cap and squirted some into his hand before pressing it between them and gripping Derek’s dick. Derek groaned, dropping his face against Stiles’ shoulder as Stiles slicked him up.

“Stretch me on your cock,” Stiles breathed against Derek’s ear and Derek couldn’t do anything but nod as Stiles pressed Derek’s dick between his asscheeks and rubbed his sensitive cockhead over his hole.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Derek teased, catching Stiles’ mouth in a kiss.

“At least it’ll be a good death,” Stiles joked back and gasped as Derek pressed forward, forcing his way into Stiles’ body.

“Fuck,” Stiles gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids fluttered closed. His head dropped back against the bed, his body arching against Derek and taking him deeper until Derek bottomed out and they both let out desperate sounds. “God, I love it when you do that, making me open for you. You feel so damn good.”

“Mine,” Derek growled, punctuating it with a thrust of his hips and his mouth dropping to Stiles’ neck as Stiles turned his head. Derek scraped his teeth over Stiles’ mating bite, which caused Stiles to groan as he wrapped his legs around Derek.

“Yours,” Stiles breathed, letting himself go as he felt Derek through their matebond. A wash of warmth and love and desire that echoed his own. He threaded his fingers through Derek’s hair, cupping the back of his head as Derek worried his mark. “God, Derek. All yours. Always.”

He felt Derek’s fangs teasing his neck and god, Stiles wanted Derek to bite him and renew their bond, but first, he wanted —

“Fuck me,” Stiles begged, his nails digging into Derek’s shoulder as he clawed at him with blunt nails. When Derek pulled out and thrust back into him, Stiles moaned as Derek nailed his prostate.

And god, when Derek started moving in earnest, Stiles couldn't do more than take it as Derek’s hips pistoned perfectly, fucking him hard. Stiles’ toes curled, his long legs squeezing tighter around Derek.

“Derek, fuck—Derek—” Stiles gripped Derek’s hair and pulled him up into a kiss. Stiles kissed him thoroughly as they rocked together, Derek’s fang knicking his lips and tongue but Stiles didn't care. He loved it when Derek shifted for him because it meant that Derek was sharing all of himself with Stiles. That he trusted and loved him enough to do that.

“Stiles—” Derek slurred through his fangs, pressing his forehead against Stiles’, like he was struggling for control.

“I’ve got you,” Stiles panted, kissing Derek again. “Flip us.”

Derek nodded, holding onto Stiles as he shifted and rolled onto his back, gripping Stiles’ hips firmly.

Stiles grinned down at Derek, settling on him until Derek’s dick was pressing deep inside of him, stretching him in the best ways. Derek’s cock felt so much thicker when Stiles rode him.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re shifted.” Stiles kissed Derek, Derek’s arm wrapping around him and holding him close. Stiles could taste his blood on Derek’s lips and tongue, the metallic tang reminding him how sharp Derek’s fangs were and it only made his dick harder. “I need you to knot me.”

“You know I won't ever turn down that request,” Derek replied, thrusting his hips up, showing how much he didn't mind. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stiles replied softly, kissing Derek again as they started to move, Stiles easily rising and falling on Derek’s cock, the muscles in his thighs tense, his hands moving to brace himself against the headboard.

Stiles whimpered and Derek groaned under him as they moved in tandem until Derek’s hands gripped Stiles’ hips so hard that he knew he’d have bruises in a few hours. He whined as Derek held him still, fucking up into him, skin slapping together with the force of his thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck—I’m gonna, oh fuck—Derek, knot me,” Stiles begged, lips parted with desperate, needy sounds escaping as he fought for control. He didn't want to come until Derek was knotted inside of him, but god, he was so close.

Derek yanked Stiles down onto his cock and ground against him, Stiles’ hands dropping to Derek’s chest, his hips rolling and grinding with Derek’s until he felt Derek’s dick start to swell.

“God, Stiles. Gonna knot you up and fill you until you’re leaking,” Derek panted, a rumble coming out of him that Stiles always swore was a purr. And it was always so fucking hot.

Stiles captured Derek’s lips in a desperate kiss, needing more as Derek’s knot swelled until they were locked together. It was always so overwhelming in the best ways as Derek’s knot stretched him impossibly full, pressing against his prostate until Stiles tensed above him.

And then he was coming, white and hot between them, painting Derek’s chest and stomach with his come.

Stiles’ toes curled as his ass squeezed Derek’s knot, fluttering and milking him through his own orgasm as Stiles felt Derek’s knot pulsing come into him over and over again. His dick jerked weakly, blurting more come onto Derek as he thought about how if things were different, Derek could get him pregnant like this and god Stiles wanted that when he felt like this. Perfect and whole and swimming in Derek’s pleasure like an unending loop through their bond.

He kissed Derek without coordination, rubbing their lips together and pressing their foreheads together as he felt Derek’s arms wrapped around him, his mate’s hands running up and down his back in soothing strokes.

“Never gonna get used to that,” Derek panted, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You’re amazing.”

Stiles laughed, but it sounded more like a drunk giggle.

“Mmmm, same to you,” Stiles replied with a lazy kiss. “I love you so much, more than anything.”

“You’re my everything,” Derek said softly, holding Stiles flush against him despite the sticky mess between them. Stiles didn't care. It marked Derek as his and he loved that anyone with a supernatural nose would know that Derek was his by scent alone.

“I know what you mean.” Stiles nuzzled against Derek’s neck, breathing in deeply and letting his scent wash over him.

Everything was perfect, if even for a moment, in a small town in Virginia where no one could take away their happiness. And Stiles would do anything to keep it that way, living the rest of his days with Derek right here, wrapped in each other's arms.

[wolfmadefromash]

You ever notice how much the Hale family is centered around the entire plot and base for the show yet we never really get the back story? There literally wouldn’t be a show without the Hales and the Argents. We got a family history lesson for the Argents, seeing and learning their origin. But not the Hales. We never met the family lost in the fire that sparked the whole series. We met Talia, briefly, Laura for 3 seconds, and of course Peter and Cora. But Derek himself said in season 1 that there were 11 people that died in the fire (10, because he assumed Cora had also died) and we only met 1 of this people. He also said that there were people who were perfectly ordinary in his family that died in the fire, yet in the movie he implies that all Hales ARE werewolves. I assume the ordinary family members maybe married into the family? Or it’s a plot hole to be ignored. Anyway…

The entire show could have been leagues better had Jeff Davis explored plot points he literally opened up. We don’t know all that really happened, the true actions of Kate and her manipulation of Derek, we never see that. That key moment, is the entire foundation for the show. If Kate doesn’t manipulate Derek, there is no fire. If there is no fire then Peter does plot his revenge, starting with killing his own niece to become Alpha. If Peter doesn’t become the Alpha, then Scott doesn’t get bit. Why have this monumental thing that is the undisputed core of the show but never detail it, never show it? Not even give it a mini series spinoff? And I don’t even want to talk about Derek gaining the ability to fully shift into a wolf only for us to see it ONCE and it never be talked about again. The show (and movie) as much as I love it, could have been so much better had there been at least a split focus between Scott and the Hales.

[hedwig221b]

Loud Love

sterek | T | 5k | ao3

established relationship, alpha Derek, alpha mate Stiles, 5+1, POV outsider, possessive behaviour, PDA

Summary: There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world.

Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.

for @kittenstiles

[sterek-exchange]

Summer 2023 Sterek Exchange Round-up

the hale pack shares three braincells by @dyke-yoonji for @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes

The Rental Boyfriend by @evanesdust for @sterekbros

You and I Collide by @sterekbros for @evanesdust

Just Like His Father by @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes for @thinkingaboutelephants

Dude, Why Didn't You Tell Me Your Cousin Is Hot by @randomfanfic-er for @evadne01

When the Teacher Met the Agent by @dreamlandforever for @mintonarel

Beacon Hell by @arsenicalikat for @eevylynn

Where We Belong by @dreamlandforever for @arsenicalikat 

Why Can’t This Be Love? by @dreamlandforever for @mintonarel 

the summer we fell in love and slayed a dragon by @thinkingaboutelephants for @zwatchtowerz

The Wedding Date by @goddess47 for @jld71

Tomorrow could be another day by @zwatchtowerz for @peujeune

If the stars could speak I might understand by @peujeune for @dreamlandforever

for all those pages thumbed by @peujeune for @randomfanfic-er

my heart's on fire (and so is the building over there, fuck-) by @fixation-central for @goddess47

Love And Coffee by @jld71 for @fixation-central

The spark in you by @evadne01 for @dyke-yoonji

Thank you to everyone that participated this round! There are 17 wonderful fics to read from this round. Our next exchange for the Fall opens up September 23rd. Sign-up information will be posted on that date so check back for more then!

[sterekeverlasting]

Welcome to the spring edition of Sterek Everlasting, a fanmade magazine featuring our debut fic together! We’ve spent the last five months collaborating and hope you enjoy the world we’ve created.

Thank you to everyone who helped put this together. We couldn't have done this without you!

You can read the magazine online here and can download the PDF file to read here. - Dori (@evanesdust) & Liam (@sterekbros)

@thebigbangblogproject @sterekevents @teenwolffandomevents

[taleah-bonnick]

sterek fic recs - all completed

i struggle big time when it comes to finding good sterek fic recs, so i thought i'd make a list of some of the soft fics i've found along the way.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - i've gone back to this one multiple times. it's got pack mum stiles, awesome character development for derek, their romantic relationship comes together naturally, and you even get jackson and stiles as best friends, which is one of my favourite tropes in teen wolf fan fiction. their relationship had so much potential to be fucking awesome and the writers just brushed over it, so i adore that fan fic writers love to build on it.

something more by kaistrex (weishen) - i actually really loved this one, the characterization is near perfect and it was so fucking romantic? the way their whole relationship comes to be is just so sweet and stiles makes it so simple and easy for derek, there's no pushing, no yelling, barely any angst. it's just a really wholesome fic which is honestly my favourite kind. i like the easy love kind of stories.

five times stiles woke up in derek's bed unexpectedly, and the one time it was on purpose by isthatbloodonhshsirt (wasterella) - this one is just super cheeky and soft; stiles keeps getting into rough situations and wakes up in derek's bed after every one. it's a whole lot of sweet fluff and stiles being insanely oblivious. good for when you want an easy and fun sterek read. i also recommend going through the entirety of this authors works, they have some really great fics, such as five time stiles fell out of a window and the one time he jumped and it's not pretend when it's real.

dysfunctional domesticity by yodasyoyo - a short and sweet christmas one shot, it's absolutely adorable and derek is a cheeky shit, i absolutely loved this one. i typically prefer longer fics, but i do enjoy a good one shot to get a quick fix of the ship i'm after.

gracious in defeat by yodasyoyo - another one from this author, i do recommend going through their works as well, they have some really sweet stories. this one is a soft one about stiles going to stay with derek to try and escape the hell that is being trapped in beacon hills. there is so much domestic bliss in this story, it felt so pretty to read, if that makes sense. there is a small bit of angst, but it gets resolved pretty quickly. i'd definitely read this more than once. derek is so vulnerable in this fic, and the characterization was great.

click here for part two of my sterek fic recs!

[loversdeath]

Plss, I need more Sterek fic recs! Lay em on me!

Please no mpreg, puppy piles (the pack being close is alright ofc! I just dont like that mushy, out of character, puppy pile thing), ooooor major character death hehe

[teencopandthesourwolf]

you should go read THIS GORGEOUSLY ANGSTY STILES POV STEREK FIC by the brilliant @shealynn88 bc it's beautiful and you absolutely don't want to miss it!