Anonymous asked for a rec of possessive!Derek fics so here you go!

As usual can you please make sure to check the tags and warnings before you read! 

Cat Farming in the Cascades (1/1 | 3,043 | Rated E)

Derek has no idea why, but Stiles has this really horrible, absolutely unconscious habit of fondling himself. All the time. In public, in private, it doesn’t matter.

Really, this is probably at least partially Derek’s fault. Because he didn’t somehow stop Stiles’ behavior back when he’d had the chance, and the kid apparently never learned not to touch himself in public. So now he’s doing it enough that random people are taking videos of him fondling his junk in his university classes. Oh god.

Take a Glorious Bite Out of the Whole World (1/1 | 5,472 | Rated E)

Stiles gets a tattoo when he turns eighteen. Derek notices. Quietly.


The tattoo is vein-like and strange, but it’s so very…right. It’s not necessarily a picture, but free-flowing lines that wind around his arm and dip and dance around his scars. It makes him feel free, makes him feel powerful.

He goes in for his second tattoo when he’s about to leave for school in Southern California.

It’s not so much of a second one as a continuation. He decides that, though the pattern isn’t of branches it acts like them, so he branches it down over his shoulder and down to the center of his back, kind of like draping a toga. At the center of his back the lines concentrate and sort of circle. He adds a splash of jade-shaded almond shapes and feels stronger somewhere deep inside.

He Gets Me High (1/1 | 11,562 | Rated E)

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right? 

Mirror, Mirror (2 works | 5,103 | Rated E)

Kink meme fill: Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek’s knot.

no aphrodisiac like loneliness (2 works | 19,705 | Rated E)

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

famous last words (6/6 | 16,957 | Rated E)

(No, he doesn’t belong in porn anonymous—it’s not an addiction. It isn’t, he swears.)

I Totally Planned on the Walk of Shame (1/1 | 14,960 | Rated E)

Stiles wiggled a bit to adjust the fit of his skinny jeans and winced slightly. There was a fine line between paint and pants and he was pretty sure that line had frowned at him in disapproval two sizes back. He popped a few breath mints and resisted the urge to run nervous hands through his hair lest he ruin all of Lydia’s hard work. Stiles took a deep breath, sent up a prayer, and stepped into line at Howl, the most underground of underground nightclubs that Beacon Hills had to offer.

Not that Beacon Hills had any other underground nightclubs but still, Stiles was there, ready to unleash his inner beast and walk on the wild side.

Jazz hands.

sleep on the floor, dream about me (1/1 | 4,887 | Rated E)

When she woke up in her room, everything smelled like puke and blood and Derek was leaning over her, palm pressed against her forehead.

“Well,” he said. “That was dramatic.”

“Yeah,” Stiles coughed and wished to stop breathing if only so she didn’t have to taste the inside of her mouth any longer. “Sorry about that.”

“Later on, when you’re able to really appreciate it, I will kill you for this.”

(K)Not Exactly According to Plan ( 2 works | 3,812 | Rated E)

Finding his mate is nothing like Derek expected.

He expected relief, a bone deep feeling of peace and contentment, whole hearted acceptance and soul freeing joy. Actually, given the last few years of Derek’s life saying he expected anything good is a bit of an overstatement. Derek had hoped though. He’d hoped that when he felt that connection, was overcome by that urge to touch and mark and claim, and finally found his mate it would be a new beginning, a sign of better things to come.

Instead he found Stiles –hahaha hell no you can’t know my first name-Stilinski and he’s the complete and total opposite of what Derek thought he wanted in a mate.

Control (1/1 | 3,953 | Not Rated)

Stiles, fed up with Derek’s I-Ruin-Fun attitude, skips out on the pack meeting. Meanwhile Derek, tired of pushing Stiles away, decides to let his wolf take control in order to secure his mate by his side. One-shot.

Discordant Chaos (1/1 | 3,148 | Rated E)

“Jesus, we really are some kind of fucked up, aren’t we, just completely toxic to each other.”

(Or the one where Derek and Stiles are assholes and Stiles gets Scott caught up in the middle of their shit. But it’s all good, because Scott’s an asshole, too.)

“We’re going clubbing!” (1/1 | 2,526 | PG-13)

“I’m sorry we’re doing what?!” Stiles was incredulous. They couldn’t be serious. Really they couldn’t be. Lydia and Erica were staring at him in amusement. They must be joking.

“Yes Stiles,” They replied in ominous harmony. “We’re going clubbing.”

“I’m looking at you and hearing clubbing but my head is saying no they can’t mean that. They can’t mean let’s take a group of adolescent werewolves, who can barely contain themselves on a good day! to a club, with people. Real people. But it’s okay. Because I know Derek would never agree to this.”

“Actually,” Lydia looked evil, with the current smirk she was sporting, “Actually he already did.”

The Hale Beast (1 works | 17,707 | Rated M)

Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation’s sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he’s the Sheriff’s son so those are the breaks. What he doesn’t expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.

He was alone with the Beast. His heart started pounding its way up into his throat. A burst of static came from his cell phone.
“Scott! Oh my god! He’s here! The Hale Beast is here with me and I’m alone and no one is here to witness when he kills me…to death!”

Obsession (1/1 | 2,399 | Rated M)

Derek gets hit by a witch’s curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek’s obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands? 

of course lydia understood that stiles wasn’t the only one to save her and that the pack was there too, but i think she also understood that without her emotional tether, without her anchor, she wouldn’t have been alive. i think stiles’ voice was all she heard or was connected to, so she knows that without stiles bringing her back, she would probably be dead. she’s looking at their hand hold because she knows it’s who she can hold on to, count on, love, she knows that stiles anchored her emotionally and saved her. 

Originally posted by simon-asher


Why are people mad at Lydia for saying stiles saved her, Stiles was the only one she saw out of the pack visit her, he came back for her even when she told him to go, he stayed for her not for anyone else, and that’s what she sees, that’s why she says he saved her he was the one who protected her body from the glass, he was the one that got her to wake up. so it’s not wrong of her to think he saved her, she simply stating what she saw. Why do haters say it doesn’t matter Who saves Lydia as long as she’s safe yet as soon as Lydia says stiles saved me it’s wrong and mean of her to say that.

Movie Poster AU: Transcendence 

“You want me to ask Sage, the girl who accused me of murdering one of my best friends, for help?” Stiles asked incredulously, running a hand through his hair at the thought. He was quickly growing more and more aware of the mental instability of the majority of the patients at Eichen House. Oliver really must have been mad to suggest that Stiles would ask for Sage’s help.

“She’s the only one that knows how to get out after they lock the doors.” Oliver leaned forward, Stiles mirrored his movements by taking a small step backwards. “Sage is the key to e v e r y t h i n g.”

Can you imagine Scott right now?

He witnessed his best friend losing the love his life. Just like he lost Allison.

For a minute there he not only felt the pain of Stile’s loss, but the loss of one of his bestfriends as well.

But this one came back, she didn’t pass away. They will still be able to talk to her, hold her and see her everyday. Watch her live.

And as relieving as that must be… it must still hurt.

Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”
“Of the muffin,” Stiles says, waving two halves of a muffin at him when Derek looks up. “And, seriously? Who likes the bottom half of the muffin?”
“Oh,” Derek says, feeling the back of his neck flush. “I thought you – never mind.”
“Wait, what?” Stiles says, parroting Derek’s words back at him. “You thought I wha – oh my God.”
“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek says reflexively, desperately hoping that’s not a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Just give me the muffin.”
“You thought I was choosing this leisurely breakfast to casually ask you about your bedroom preferences?!” Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up his forehead and his eyes stretch so wide Derek’s a little afraid they might fall out of his head.
“Are you that surprised?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow of his own and trying to recapture his calm.
“That you thought that?” Stiles asks and Derek nods a little, shrugs his shoulder. Stiles thinks for a moment then snorts. “Okay, fair point.

I’ve been out, I’ve been showing my face
I’ve been laughing, I’ve been drinking

Just enough to cover up the pain
To maintain the illusion

Little do you know, little do you know
All of the lights are on, but no one’s home

Nothings as it seems, seeing is believing
This is a magic show
Little do you know

Momma said now you know this ain’t the first time
And it won’t be the last, oh

Still I feel you’re the one that’s gonna break me
To the point of no turning back

Little do you know, little do you know
All of the lights are on, but no one’s home

Nothings as it seems, seeing is believing
This is a magic show
Little do you know

That I can’t stop thinking of you
It’s a lie and I wish it was true

You’re the only thing I wanna do
And I can’t stop thinking of you

Little do you know, little do you know
All of the lights are on, but no one’s home

Nothings as it seems, wish it was a dream
Wake me from this reality

Little do you know

“Did you notice that Derek always walks Stiles to his car, and then shuts the door for him?” Jackson says, because if there’s one thing that Lydia does better than being perfect, it’s gossiping.
Because it's you

A/N: Aw, happy Derek! This is what I hope Derek gets someday. Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it! I know I did. Lyrics are in italic and the song is “Die a Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett. (x)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

@noordinarymagic said: “I love your fics! Would you please write one for me? #21)“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Derek Hale to female human reader after she has him pull over during a strong thunderstorm. And she asks #37)“Wanna dance?” and #23)“Just once.” He finally gives in and slow dances with her in the rain to the song “Die a Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett that plays from his car stereo {is was her choice in music}. Oh and they are in an established relationship. Thanks!”


You could feel the thunder through the windows of the car, the low rumble oddly calming.

Derek was holding your hand on the middle console, like he always did, thumb tracing your knuckles back and forth absently, so gently, the radio playing softly in the background. You smiled when you realized his thumb moved in tandem with the windshield wipers.

He clutched your hand tightly as another clap of thunder sounded, further away this time, and you couldn’t contain your little snort.

He glanced at you with knit eyebrows, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “What?”

“I just think it’s kinda cute that you’re afraid of thunder.” Your ear to ear grin was going nowhere.

“I am not!” He protested, that darn smile trying so desperately to crawl up his face, cheeks tinting pink slightly. “It startled me, that’s all.”

“Right, sure.” You laughed loudly at the scowl he sent your way. After a few thunderless minutes, you got an idea. “Derek, pull over.”

He leaned forward, as if to get a better view of the sky through the sheet of water on his windshield, peering at the clouds skeptically. “It’s really coming down. Why do we need to pull over?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine. I know not to argue with that tone,” he released your hand and held his up in surrender, pulling off to the side, and putting on his hazard lights. “Now why are we doing this?”

You pushed play on your iPod plugged into the system, and opened your car door. “Because it’s raining, Derek, that’s why!”

“You hadn’t noticed already?” He asked sarcastically, his voice fading slightly as you got out of the car.

“Yes,” you were shouting over the sound of the downpour around you. “But I can’t feel it or smell it from in there!” You gestured to the passenger seat, flicking a few drops of water off your fingertips in the process.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” His tone was full of disbelief, but he looked at you in wonder, almost amusement.

You nodded your head, grinning ear to ear. “Duh.”

The song was barely audible above the din of the rainfall, so you reached in and turned it up.

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin’ rain
And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love

You spun in circles, face to the sky as you grinned, arms wide, feeling like a kid again. Opening your eyes and finding Derek staring at you with his own grin finally breaking free, you walked over to the car.

Holding your hand out as you stood a foot or so away from the car, you smirked at him. “Wanna dance?”

“I don’t-”

“Derek,” you stopped him, your tone resolute, but soft, waving your hand once for emphasis. “Just once.”

He still wore that smile, and you realized how much you loved it. He had crinkles around his eyes, and his forehead smoothed out, making him look so much younger, like he should, had life not taken away so much of his youth, making him grow up too fast. “Just once.” He said softly, holding up one finger, and slipping out of his leather jacket before hopping out of the car.

If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man yeah

He pulled you close, one arm around your waist, the other taking your hand and holding it out to the side like you had done this a thousand times before, and you looked up to him, your face starting to hurt from smiling so wide.

His green eyes stood out against the backdrop of grey around you, a stark and steady contrast to the rolling clouds behind him. They flashed bright blue for only a second, and it was as if a patch of sky had decided to show. You had to look up to see him properly, his head hung to look at you, shielding you from the rain. Drops of water fell off the ends of his hair, and landed on your forehead, making him grin, before he leaned his forehead against yours and started swaying to the song.

I don’t need no vacation, no fancy destination
Baby you’re my great escape
We could stay at home, listen to the radio
Or dance around the fireplace

“You had to choose this song,” he mused quietly, the smile evident in his tone.

“Well, it was playing when we first met, so, yes.”

“How long has it been now? Two, three years?” He chuckled when you lightly slapped his chest, the song now over, the two of you swaying to a silent beat. “I only ask because moments like this…. Moments with you…. Make me lose track of time.”

You smiled another painfully wide grin, your cheeks blushing as you lowered your eyes to your hand resting on his chest, the glittering engagement ring staring back at you. “Maybe it’s fate’s way of making up for all those missed years growing up.”

“Maybe,” he nodded gently, forehead still against yours, and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Or maybe it’s just because it’s you.”

Nothing can stop us

A/N: I decided to combine all of these, because they all seemed like the same story, just with different words. And their different dynamics seem to allow for the flow of a real argument. (Circles. Lol) No argument that “passionate” is ever cut and dry. They are about anything and everything that does not pertain to said thing that started argument. I hope you guys enjoy!

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon(s) said: “Female human reader (she’s his mate but he hasn’t told her that yet) x Derek Hale (They are about the same age) -“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.””

“A Derek Hale x female human reader please? Where they’re kind of together but he refuses to admit his feelings for her and she finally says 34.“if you love me, let me know before its to late”. He eventually admits he loves her with: 26.“when I’m with you, nothing else matters”, 29.“you feel a lot like home” , 28.“my life would suck without you”, and 25.“ I really want to kiss you”. Please and thank you!”

“Human female reader x Derek Hale please? Where she’s been hurt in past relationships (used as a substitute for the girl the guy wanted but could get but she didn’t find out until later) giving her some trust issues. She’s scared that Derek is going to find someone else. He tells her that it won’t happen and: 65.“Because I love you god damn it!” 33. “I’m never going to leave you” 36. “The sun could burn out, and the whole world could die, but I’d still be utterly in love with you”. Please???”


Why was it that arguments always went around in circles? No matter where you started, you always found yourself shouting about something stupid, like the cheese grater, or who did the dishes, or why you bought that shirt you bought three years ago.

“Derek, this is stupid! We are talking about anything and everything besides the problem.”

He looked at you, his chest rising and falling under his crossed arms as he huffed. After a moment he sighed, dragging his hand down his face, bringing it back up to his forehead and letting his head hang against his palm. “You’re right. What were we arguing about this time?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You almost laughed, but caught yourself. Crossing your own arms, you tried to steady your breathing. “We were talking about my fear of you leaving me. That all of this is too good to be true. How so many times before I thought I was in love, only to find out the guy was using me as his backup girl because the one he really wanted said no.”

He shook his head and chuckled darkly. “Well, they were idiots.”

“If you love me, let me know before it’s too late.” You kept your voice even, quiet, and unaffected.

He finally looked up to you, having been staring at the desk for the last half of the conversation. “‘If’ I love you? You really have to ask?”

You began to tear up, pulling your top lip between your teeth and biting down, an old habit. “Derek, I-” you sucked in a breath. “Just humor me a little, please?”

He looked at you for a long moment, his face stoic, making you shift your weight from foot to foot under his stare. Finally, the smallest of smiles turned up his lips, and only grew as he went on. “When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” He walked around the desk that separated you, and made his way slowly toward you. “You feel a lot like home.” He paused and grinned sardonically. “Which, knowing me, may not seem like that big or flattering of a compliment on the outside, but if you know me, and I think you do, you’ll know that admitting something feels like home, feels permanent, that it’s not something I take lightly.” He began to smile genuinely again, resuming his walk towards you. “My life would suck without you.”

“Oh, how eloquent,” you teased, your voice heavy with unshed tears, making him laugh as he closed the last few steps between you.

Pulling you close, cupping your cheek as he leaned down, ghosting his lips just over yours as he spoke, he grinned like a teenager. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Why?” You asked softly, feeling that bubbling feeling of fear that this would all slip through your fingers once again coming up.

“Because I love you, God damn it!” He said the words softly, but with a voice that left no room for argument, pushing you away gently, just enough to look at your face. “I’m never going to leave you.”

“What makes you so sure?” You questioned, letting a silent tear fall down your cheek.

He wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. “Because for one, unlike the other idiots you talked about, I see you for who you are, and I, for one, adore every bit of it. And secondly, when a wolf finds their mate, they don’t let go.”

“Their mate….” You trailed off, ending in more of a question than anything.

Derek nodded slowly. “The sun could burn out, and the whole world could die, but I’d still be utterly in love with you.” He began to smile again. “Nothing can stop this, no matter how strong. Nothing can stop us.”

You stared at him, the smile on your face stretching as wide at it could go.

Derek pulled you close, kissing you quickly, and you could feel a smile much like your own spread across his face. He pulled away, leaning your foreheads together, and his lips once again barely touching your own as he looked you right in the eye, your smile fading into a mischievous smirk. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck with a groan, and you could still feel his smile against your skin as he spoke.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”


I’m??? where did you get this from??? why must this show undermine every fucking character on this show to prop up Stiles??? when will this end???

“Nothing happened,” Derek says, before the sheriff can open his mouth. “You don’t have to worry about Stiles or—”
“Stiles is a 21-year-old man-child without the good sense god gave a rock, but I’m under no illusion that I can tell that boy what he can or cannot do after the high school career he’s had.” The sheriff leaves his hand on his arm, a steady weight. “I’m more worried about you, son.” He watches Derek’s face carefully. “Everything all right?”
Derek swallows hard. “Fine.”
“Right, well. It’s not that I don’t believe you, Derek, but—”
“I’m fine,” Derek says. “Really.” He’s not fine, there’s an ache in his chest that he can’t—won’t—define, but he’s not going to tell his secret father-in-law that.