SINCE YOU ASKED: Can you do Semi-Established Relationship Sterek and "You smell like a wet dog" were Derek reveals he's a werewolf?
I tried… I’m not sure where this went. *Throws some fluff and feels at you and runs away*
Stiles had no idea why he had thought getting caught in the rain would be romantic. In movies if always looked so sweet and it almost always lead to hot sex, but in reality it was cold and by the time he and Derek made it to the beach house they were renting Stiles was pretty miserable.
Derek hadn’t even tried to kiss him. This was their first trip as a, well not as boyfriends, but as whatever they were now, and Derek had been weird the entire time.
Not that it was surprising, Derek always acted a little weird around the full moon. Stiles had is own theories on why, but he wasn’t going to ask him, he knew that Derek would tell him when he was ready.
They both stripped off their wet clothes in the entryway of the house. Stiles grabbed their clothes and made his way to the small laundry room to toss the clothes into the dryer.
“You smell like wet dog,” Stiles said with a smirk in his voice. He turned around to see Derek standing in his still wet boxer briefs in the doorway.
Derek’s eyes went a little wide at the comment and then he shook his head softly, his voice easy as he said, “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“Oh nothing,” Stiles said with a little smile, leaning against the dryer, the sound of their clothes tumbling filled the quiet.
“Stiles,” Derek said, stepping forward, caging him against the dryer, “Ask.”
“Say it,” Stiles said, leaning forward and kissing Derek’s neck, his hands on Derek’s hips, “If I already figured it out and I’m still here, you can just say it.”
“This feels like a scene from Twilight,” Derek said, laughing against Stiles’ temple.
“Wrong powers,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s jaw, “Wrong genetic makeup. So say it. I’m not running away.”
“Stiles,” Derek said with a sigh, “I’m a werewolf.”
“I know,” Stiles said, leaning back so he could kiss Derek’s lips, “I’ve known since English 101 freshman year.”
“Why didn’t you say anything,” Derek said, resting his forehead against Stiles’.
“Why didn’t you,” Stiles countered with a smile. He saw it reflected on Derek’s face, “I mean Scott’s a werewolf, you know he’s my best friend. You should have figured I knew about werewolves.”
“Scott never mentioned that you knew,” Derek said, “I don’t assume anything.”
“I’m the one who figured out that Scott was a werewolf,” Stiles said with a laugh, “But I’m glad you told me, I wouldn’t be able to date a guy who wasn’t honest with me about who he is.”
“So we’re dating now huh?” Derek asked with a smile.
“It looks like it, yeah,” Stiles said kissing Derek again and again.
“I can live with that,” Derek said after a moment, kissing Stiles back.
“No take backs,” Stiles singsonged, ducking under Derek’s arm and running toward the stairs, “Now come on wolfman, show me what you’re made of.”
Derek’s eyes flashed blue and he chases after Stiles, tackling him onto the bed with a dull thump.
Maybe the rain wasn’t as romantic as the movies made it seem, but Stiles didn’t really mind anymore.
I know this is a bit vague (sorry!) but would you please write a oneshot where Derek discovers the Reader is his anchor and soulmate and he doesn’t know how to tell her. But he suddenly becomes even more possessive and protective of her which the reader notices and so she asks him? Thanks!
“Hey, (Y/N)? Do you, maybe, want to go to dinner with me?” Derek asked. He had been following you around a lot lately and was currently following you around your apartment as you were throwing clothes and shoes, trying to get ready.
“When, Derek?” You asked as you threw another shoe behind you, Derek cautiously dodging it.
“Tonight?” He suggested and you giggled.
“I can’t tonight, have you heard a thing I’ve told you the past hour?” You laughed, “I’m going out with Stiles and Scott tonight.
“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
“Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”
“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”
“Der,” I groaned, tugging on his hair as his lips attacked my neck, surely leaving bruises. I felt him smile against my neck, as I tilted my head, giving him more access. After a few more minutes of him attacking my neck, I finally managed to shove him away from me, he just stared at me with a confused look.
I ran a hand down his chest, before following the path with my tongue. Dereks’ skin erupted into goosebumps, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I felt his eyes on me, as I moved closer to the band of his boxers.
Flickering my eyes up at Derek, I smirked and pulled his boxers down, exposing more skin, digging my teeth into the skin, marking a purple mark. A growl came from Derek, and I saw him digging his nails into his thighs. Before I could do anything else, he janked his boxers down and stepped out of them as his cock slapped his stomach. I wrapped a hand around him, rubbing some precum along him, while my other hand rested on his ass. I couldn’t help but squeeze it, earning a raised eyebrow from Derek, but I just grinned. I ran my tongue over the tip, before taking him in my mouth, with my hand pumping the rest I couldn’t. A moan came from me, causing Dereks’ hips to involuntarily bucked, and I fought the urge to gag when he hit the back of my throat.
I hollowed my cheeks, running my tongue over whatever it could reach, bobbing my head up and down. Derek, eventually, took my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and started thrusting himself into my mouth. I looked up at Derek through my eyelashes, and his eyes were screwed shut, and I knew he was going to cum any minute. No later did he let out a low groan, and I felt his cock twitch. He released his load down my throat, making sure not to pull out until he was fully done shooting, and I quickly swallowed the salty substance. I licked my lips, catching any spare substance. Derek gripped my arms, and pulled me up, bringing me into a kiss. He moved his hands to my ass, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gave my ass a firm squeeze, earning a low moan from myself. He took the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, and started to massage mine with his. Although, Derek was the first to break the kiss, to unclasp my bra and threw it somewhere in his room.
“Too many clothes,” I heard him grumble, before reattaching his lips to my neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses. I felt myself being walked backwards until I hit the edge of Dereks’ bed, where he laid me down and crawled on top, still leaving wet kisses, but now making his way down my chest.
“Derek,” I moaned, grabbing a fist full of hair as he gave a tug on each of my nipples. He continued kissing down till he met the line of my purple cheeky lace panties.
“These are my favorite,” He smirked, looking up at me, “but they have to go now.”
He grabbed the lace line where my panties began with his teeth, and slowly began dragging them down my legs. I shivered when his teeth gazed my inner thighs.When my panties were fully off, I brought Derek up and back into a kiss, running my hands through his hair and nibbling at his bottom lip, earning a small growl. His hand cups my cheeks, but they slowly drift down to my breasts. Derek palms my breast, kneading the soft flesh, moaning as Derek moved his lips across my jaw.
I moan loudly, as Derek found my favorite spot on my neck. I felt him smile against my skin, as he continues to lick and nip it the area. As his mouth moves down, he parted my knees to get in between them. A dull aching throb came from my cunt as the wave of air hit it.
I gripped the sheet as soon as Derek parted my folds, and attacked me with a lick.
“God, I love the way you taste,” moaned Derek, and I whimpered as his tongue flicked over my clit. My nerves are drove into a frenzy as his stubble rubbed against my sensitive skin. Another moan slipped out as Derek slipped in two fingers.
“Der!” I arched my back, grabbing his hair roughly, earning a groan from Derek, as he continued to assault my clit with his wonderful tongue and fingers, “Almost there.”
Derek has hooked his fingers just right, so he’s hitting my sweet spot repeatedly. I let out a little whine, roughly pulling at Dereks’ hair as my oragasm ripped through me. I laid there panting as Derek pulled himself up, and kissed me deeply. I giggled, as I tasted myself on him. He pulled away, burying himself into my neck and groaning as our phones went off. He rolled onto the other side of the bed, handing me my phone as he grabbed his. I quickly opened the text from my brother, Stiles.
Having a pack meeting @ Dereks’ in 10
“Pack meeting?” I asked, looking at Derek amused as he looked annoyed.
“I forgot I told Scott he could have it here,” He replied, gruffly. I turned on my side, and leaned my weight on my elbow.
“Raincheck I guess?” I pouted, straddling Derek, whose hands immediately held onto my hips.
“I’m afraid so,” He sat up, and wrapped his arms around me, in turn, I wrapped mine around his neck. I placed a kiss on his neck, before jumping off of him and trying to find my clothes.
The meeting didn’t last long, as there wasn’t much supernatural activity going on. Now everyone (Derek, Scott, Stiles, Kira, Cora, Malia, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Ethan, Aiden and Peter) still sat around in the loft just talking to each other, but I could see Derek was getting annoyed, I know all he wanted to do was finish what we started earlier.
“Calm down, sourwolf,” I murmured to Derek, whose lap I was currently sitting on being as there wasn’t any more empty seats, “We’ll finish later.”
All I got was a grunt in return, and I rolled my eyes, turning back to finish my conversation with Cora, until she asked a question that startled me.
“So when did you and Derek begin dating again?” The room went silent at her question, all attention directed to us and Dereks’ grip on my waist tightened. Only Cora and Peter knew that Derek and I dated in high school.
“Say what?” Stiles jaw dropped as did most of the room.
“Thanks, Cora,” Derek growled, making her roll her eyes and throw her hands up in mock-surrender.
“Sorry, I didn’t know that they didn’t know!”
“It’s okay, Cora,” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it, “We’re just friends.”
“Just friends my ass,” Peter snorted, and I narrowed my eyes at the man.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Friends don’t get each other off,” He smirked as I turned red, and my brothers jaw dropped even further.
“WHAT??” Stiles roared quite angry, and I bit my lip, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?”
“Stiles, I’m almost 24, I didn’t think I had to inform my little brother of my sex life or who I dated,” I scoffed, “Plus you had met him a couple times when you were younger, I’m surprised you didn’t remember him.”
With that, Stiles blushed and shut his mouth, as Scott snickered at his expression.
“Why did you guys break up in the first place?” asked Lydia, raising her eyebrows.
“Long distance was never our strongest suit,” Derek answered, placing his hand on my thigh. I laid my hand on top of his, and he laced our fingers together.
“Well, you guys are in the same town now, yeah?” Lydia pressed further, “So why aren’t you guys together together?”
“I -” I stopped to think, “I really don’t know. Derek?”
“No idea,” He replied, as I turned my head to look at him. When I looked at him, he grabbed my face and brought me into a kiss. I turned to straddle him fully, and kissed back just as hungry, ignoring the cheers from the group, and the angry protest from my little brother.
“Never again,” I whispered, once we finally pulled away, “Don’t let me go, again.”
“I won’t,” Derek said, before he stood up with me in his arms, and started heading toward his room, “I’d leave if I were you. We have some unfinished business to attend too.”
As Dereks’ bedroom door shut, I couldn’t help but giggle, hearing Stiles groan in disgust.
Maybe appearing out of nowhere in Stiles’ room wasn’t his best decision. But after calling him and not getting any answer, he felt restless. What if something happened to him? What if there was a threat he didn’t know about? What if a rogue werewolf attacked? Or something natural and human that he can stop nor prevent like a crash or a fire or…? So he asked Scott, wich just gave place to a bit more of a panic after getting just a simple text with lack of information just saying ‘Stiles’ house’.
So it was actually Scott’s fault for not being more clear.
And his not so good judgement at the moment of taking decisions based on his over-thinking panic.
Was this actually a bad decision? The lanky body sprawled on the bed could tell otherwise if it wasn’t for the excent of clothes and the giggles that filled the place. That without having in mind the smell of chemicals and endorphine and also a bit of blood. Derek scrunched his nose; tooth removal wasn’t exactly what he expected.
“Who are you?”, the slurring voice of Stiles followed by a bony finger trying to point at him but doing vague circles in the air. “You’re hot!”, long and bad coordinated limbs trying to arrange his body in what tried to be a sexy pose. He obviously hadn’t succeeded; his body contorted to a side trying to maintain stability with his legs rearranged in a strange semi-open way.
Derek tried really hard not to laugh at that sight; Stiles was gonna be mortified by this until the end of times. “I’m Derek. Derek Hale.”
“Well, Derek Hale..”. Was he drooling? A slurping noise confirmed that indeed Stiles was drooling all over his own bed. “… you must have cleaned your pants with Windex, cause I can see my self in them latter tonight.” Derek saw him squint his eyes a couple of times before blinking really slowly while trying to smirk. Was he…? Yes, Stiles was trying to wink. And no, he hadn’t succeed in that either.
Forgotten the way his boyfriend was gonna feel embarrased for life, Derek gave place to a fit of laughter, making him bend down on himself and put his arms around on his own stomach in what felt like a disarming shake of muscles. Derek couldn’t remember when was the last time that he felt his lungs burn and his stomach pain in such a healthy way, in such a non-mortal way. He couldn’t remember but it wasn’t weird that Stiles was the one who would make him laugh again.
Taking big breaths and trying to calm down. “You– you realize–
we are already dating!”, Derek look up
with his face flushed at Stiles again, who was smiling widely with puffy cheeks splattered in moles and a bit of drool still falling from his swollen lower lip. He rolled his eyes fondly after calming down, walking towards de bed and sitting on the edge. Was it weird if he found Stiles somehow adorable in the actual mess he was being?
Stiles smile got a bit wider, like if he knew. He most certainly knew, the witty bastard.
Hello lovely! I was wondering if I could get a Derek Hale Imagine where the female reader finds out he is a werewolf and at first she’s scares but then he shows her that he would never hurt her? If you can thank you! Warning:Maybe a little swearing but l’m not sure yet.:) Note:Sorry for waiting but l hope that this is what you wanted so if you like it please let me know..:)) Me and Derek were walking back from the movie theatre holding our hands together .It was a beautiful and warm night,in one moment everything was perfect and then in the next suddenly some guy appeared in front of us and it seemed like he knew Derek in person same goes for Derek ‘Go behind me Y/N’l looked at him confused ‘What’s going on Derek?” “Please just do it.’ I didn’t want to argue so l did what he said and just then when l was wondering what would happen next l saw that this guy had his eyes glowing blue and he had fangs.Freaking fangs and claws,l looked at Derek and he looked the same but his eyes were red..And just then they runned toward eachother and l let out a scream OH SHIT.The guy gave up and disappeared,l stood on the pavement trying to figure it out what the hell just happened.Derek walked to me and tried to put his hand on my shoulder but l took a step back and l could see guilt growing on his face ‘Please Y/N let me explain.’ l let out a sarcastic laugh ‘I think i’m gonna go home,alone.’l turned around and left not letting him explain,l was to angry,actually no l was just scared.l guess. Some days passed and l finally got the stupid courage to come and talk with Derek,i knocked on his door and seconds after he opened the door,God how l missed that face on the other side he looked surpriesed ‘Can l come in?’ He nodded and moved away from the door letting me in ‘l didn’t know that you would come here.’ l looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed ‘Why wouldn’t l?’ ‘ l thought that you’re mad at me?!’ ‘l was never mad,actually l was just scared l guess.’He looked at me confused ‘Scared?But l would never hurt you.’ l came closer to him ‘Yeah l know,l realized that and you don’t know how sorry l am for acting that way,so l’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me ever again and l also want you to know that l really love you.I walked next to him ready to walk out but he grabbed me by my hand and turned me around instantly l put my hand on his neck and our faces were really close ‘l missed you so much Y/N soooo much,you have no idea.’He leaned his forhead on mine ‘God how l love you.’He kissed me and l swear l felt like l would fly.
Hey loves, your blog is SPECTACULAR!!! Thank you from the bottom fo all we Sterek shippers hearts<3 I was just wondering if you knew of any FICs in which Derek was effected by the gohstriders in S6...Like a Sterek version of that whole storyline?
I’m not sure if these are Derek being effected by the ghost riders. But this is sterek with the ghost riders plot. - Anastasia
Stiles stared at the monitor and succumbed to the urge to just… breathe.
He’d never believed in that trope about people not realizing they had been holding their breath. Stiles was an expert at holding his breath and making wishes for impossible things. It was forcing himself to breathe again that was the problem.