It always makes my eye twitch to see fanart with a proportion that’s just off, like the heads too long or one finger is curving weird
but then again I think about my own drawings
One word prompt: bruises.
Thanks Anon! So this one is shorter than the others. Not edited, but I’ll look through once more. I just hope it makes sense. I’m super tired, but once my brain started I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.
btw its literally 2:45 in the morning and I didn’t get much sleep last night, so please excuse all errors until I can fix them tomorrow :)
Stiles likes it when Derek throws him into walls.
So much so that he never questions Scott’s inability to have a conversation when Allison’s around. He never asks his friend if he’s had some kind brain injury because he knows. When Derek gets up in his face, when Derek touches him its all he can do to not collapse onto in a puddle of what used to look a lot like Stiles.
He would never tell any of his friends, let alone Derek, but he likes it when it hurts. He likes it when the alpha holds him there, mind-blowing strength in his arms, lips inches away from his skin. He likes it because he can feel the unreal heat of the wolf’s breath mixed in with his own and it sends goosebumps down his back. He likes it because he knows Derek can smell his arousal. He can smell it and yet never says a word.
Stiles likes being shoved up against hard walls until he can feel his chest and his shoulder blades bruising under the weight of all that super-human muscle. He likes it because later, much later, when he’s at home alone in his bed he can apply pressure to that same spot and he’s transported back to that moment. When Derek was so close he could just lift up and their lips would be touching.
No one questions that extra time Stiles forgot to shut up and Derek slammed him into a tree, extra hard for good measure. That yelp could have been for pain just as much as it could have been for the stimulation of the bruises and warmth and Derek. They just kept walking. But Derek was still there.
All over his skin.
And he might have just moaned that out loud because Derek is looking at him like he’s the most fascinating bug in the world and he wants to squish the teen under his foot.
Damn him and his mesmerizing pale green eyes.
And damn he needs to check his mouth because Derek’s mouth lifts up at the corner in a sly smile and then there’s a knee in between Stiles’s thighs and its just enough pressure and he can’t breathe.
But then there’s a hand over his mouth and another at his left clavicle and its pressing down and oh god that’s where the worse of the bruising is. And before he can stop himself, Stiles’s is moaning into the alpha’s hand.
Derek leans in and Stile’s can feel the rough hairs on the older man’s chin scrape across his shoulder. “Are you drunk?”
Stiles shakes his head, unable to form words. They would have been lost in the hand on his mouth anyway.
Then his lips form something that feels suspiciously like ‘are you’ but Stiles can’t hear anything over his heartbeat in his ears.
And then Derek is gone. When Stiles gets his breath back, when he can’t feel the bruises anymore, when he can finally open his eyes. Derek is no where to be found. Stiles sighs, something weary dragging him down.
That was too much.
Stiles didn’t see Derek for nearly a week, and after that only intermittently. He didn’t mind though. Whenever he did see Derek, the wolf always managed to give him another bruise. Another reminder. Stiles doesn’t know whether he knew what was going on or not. But he knew one thing for sure, he honestly didn’t care.
Whenever he needed to he just put his fingers to the spot that Derek had left. Right over his heart. That glorious bruise that shoved him right back to that moment, his back against the tree, Derek’s lips at his neck and Derek’s smell all around him. And that was all he ever needed.
dragonssleepinfire asked you: Your word for this prompt is - horse
When I saw this one I initially started freaking out cause omg wtf can you write about “horse” but then the greatest idea just came to me! Thanks dragonssleepinfire!
wow I literally started this a week ago…
also under a cut because 1) it makes it rebloggable…if people even like it and 2) there may be light porn. Also cheesy and noncanonicallyadorable!Derek and the end is very cracky.
“You’re going horseback riding?”
word prompt for Sterek. How about picnic?
I like that. Picnic doesn’t sound too hard. Ok, this one’s next
wow ok so this one took forever. But I like it and I hope the Sterek fandom does too. Thank you Casness for the prompt! I really appreciate it. Not beta’d of course, I just hope it makes sense…I’ll probably be editing for the next two days lol I see a typo as I’m writing this!
It wasn’t a picnic. Stiles had to keep telling himself that. It wasn’t. It was a day out, a bonding experience for the pack, time spent with his friends…and Derek. On a blanket, in the woods, with sandwiches and soda and ok fuck it maybe it was a picnic.
But just because it was a picnic didn’t mean it had to be romantic. Unless of course you’re Scott and Allison who could make a dirty motel room feel like a honeymoon suit if they wanted to. Scott and Allison who had fairy dust coming out their asses and Alan Menken was probably writing their very own Disney musical as they spoke. They were making out for Christ’s sake! In the middle of the forest surrounded by sprawling betas.
And Danny. Stiles forgot why Danny was there again, probably because he had a bad case of ‘my best friend can’t shut the fuck up about his new werewolf powers’ and came because he and Stiles kind of had the same problem.
So this is where they were, Allison and Scott having their magical romantic picnic date on a blanket amongst the crisp trees of Northern California. Stiles and Danny having to share said blanket with the couple in the least awkward way possible, which was still majorly awkward. While Erica, Isaac, Jackson, and Lydia tried to rip each other’s throats out. For practice.
Stiles was never letting Derek pick the pack bonding session again. What’s wrong with paintball
let it be said that Stiles vehemently suggested paintball? Even cliff diving would have been better than being poked in the ass by sticks while slowly realizing you’re literally the most useless person in the pack.
“So they’re all…werewolves?” Danny asked pulling Stiles out of his own head and obviously trying to break the tension that was threatening to snap their backs in two. Stiles tossed him a smile for trying and nodded before turning back to Erica and Lydia trying to claw each other to pieces. It was fascinating in a ‘I really hope one of them doesn’t die’ kind of way.
“Yep, except for Allison of course. But don’t let that fool you; she’s the most dangerous one here.” Stiles sighed. He winced as what he could only assume the first blood of the day was spilled. Lydia screeched something about her jacket before going at Erica with the scariest glare Stile’s had ever seen, and that’s coming from the receiving end of nearly ever Derek glare ever given.
That’s when Danny signed the death warrant on his friendship with Jackson. ”Allison?” he asked incredulously.
Suddenly an arrow hit the tree directly behind Jackson with a solid thunk. Everyone stopped and for a moment, no one moved. The wind seemed to stop, if only for a millisecond.
Jesus it’s like she’s Mulan or something. Stiles had to stop himself from bowing to her greatness.
“What the FUCK, Allison?!” Jackson demanded when he finally remembered how to breathe.
Or Merida, isn’t she the first princess who can shoot a bow and arrow. Yeah Allison was Merida. Except not Scottish. Or a ginger.
“Danny didn’t believe I was dangerous,” Allison grinned flexing her fingers menacingly. The same ones that had produced the arrow that narrowly missed Jackson’s perfectly sculpted jaw line.
Lydia snickered and the betas turned to their alpha.
“Scott can you-“
But Jackson was silenced by the alpha’s hand and a growl rising in his throat. Derek turned to the blanket and the four teens eyeing him curiously. Danny and Stiles leaned to each side fear thick in the air around each of them, so that Derek had a direct line to glare at the hunter’s daughter.
The alpha growled. “Allison…”
Scott put a protective arm over her shoulder.
All was quiet.
“Do that again.”
A chorus of “What?!“s and “DEREK“s erupted from the wolves, even Scott chimed in. But when faced with Derek’s glare the betas bowed their heads, backing away in submission and the rest of them shut their mouths quick. It was unsettling to watch.
Allison grinned and pulled her quiver from nowhere. She began placing another arrow on her bow when Stiles spoke up.
“Derek! You can’t be serious,” the only voice of reason in a floundering pack of followers. He stood, leaving Danny to grimace at the wolf and his scary archer girlfriend. “She’ll kill them.”
“I can take her,” Erica growled stepping up to Derek’s side.
Derek smirked, “You heard her.” He looked around Stiles, “Allison,” he called. She looked up. “Didn’t you say you missed your father’s training to come to this?”
“Well, yeah, my dad was pretty pissed but he let me cause school comes first.”
“You want to train together?” This time he was looking at Scott.
Since the werewolves in this pack seemed to be denser than he thought Stile’s scoffed “you want them to train against each other? Hunter and wolves? You want to kill your werebabies?”
Something clicked and the smell of understanding filled the air.
“Yeah” Danny piped up “and you can protect me at all cost like a big game of monkey in the middle…or something.” Everyone stared at him blankly; most of them had forgotten he was even there.
“What?” he asked after a few moments of silence. “You think I’m going to leave? Now? When everything is just starting to get interesting. No way.”
Stiles felt a connection with the only other nonlethal human in the pack, but he had to admit Danny was not ready for this. “I think you should go home before you hurt yourself.”
Derek ignored Stiles, “Danny, I think that’s a great idea,” agreed the alpha, his eyes going dark. The rest of the pack could smell his anticipation; Stiles could see it in his smile.
“Yeah, split up into teams and try not to get killed,” Stiles muttered jokingly. He heard someone cough out a laugh behind Derek, but without super special wolfy powers he couldn’t tell who it was.
Then with a voice of authority that didn’t leave room for discussion Derek made a sweeping motion to his pack, “you heard him!”Stiles stared at the older man as if he were insane, shuffling sounds could be heard all around him but he couldn’t look anywhere but Derek’s face.
“Lydia, you’re in charge.” Lydia smirked at the rest of the wolves. “No one gets seriously hurt. Am I clear?” The betas nodded and Scott, Allison and Jackson exchanged glances. “And I don’t want to see you back here until sundown!”
Erica, Isaac and Jackson (who said the only reason he was on the beta’s team was to make it equal) called ‘team Wolf.’
Very inventive thought Stiles with a laugh.
Jackson took his best friend’s hand and the four of them disappeared into the woods. Meanwhile Allison, Scott and Lydia were discussing strategy. They soon formed a plan of attack and disappeared as well.
“Well…” Derek muttered. “They’re gone.” He sighed, relaxing finally now that he didn’t have to watch his pack constantly.
Stiles stared at him, eyes wide. You did this for me.
Derek began to make a slow path to the human, if Stiles was anyone else he would say the wolf had an adorable grin plastered on his face. But he wasn’t so he didn’t say anything.
Both of them smiling now, Stiles couldn’t contain himself, “if I weren’t myself, because if I said it you might tear me a new one, I would say that you look like a proud alpha right now.” Derek cocked his head to the side at Stiles’s knowing smile. “Derek, are you a proud wolf pack daddy?”
Derek ignored the comment in favor of putting his hands on the younger boy’s hips. He kissed Stiles, it was deep and filthy and just the way the alpha liked it. “My pack is a damn fine pack,” he whispered into Stiles’s mouth, breath hot. The smell of arousal spiked in the air, mixed with a scent of anticipation and hesitation.
“Something wrong?” He asked licking a stripe from Stiles’s clavicle to his jaw line and smiling when he felt the shorter boy shiver.
Stiles shook his head as if he could pour the fog of lust out his ear instead of his mouth. He moaned as Derek started working on his neck, biting and licking his way over all Stiles’s sensitive spots. Stiles is not ashamed to say he whimpered at the onslaught of sensation.
“Can they hear us?” he managed, finally.
Stiles felt the lips on his neck turn up into a smile. “No, Stiles.” Stiles felt a fire in his stomach when his alpha said his name. In a voice that was rough and gritty and all hopped up on lust. Suddenly Stiles felt power. An alpha werewolf wanted him. ”They can’t hear us.”
With the hesitation gone Stiles was suddenly lying on his back, a powerful alpha hovering over him faster than the human eye could even comprehend.
Later, when the pack had finally come back with twigs in their hair and smiles on their faces, they had all gone out for pizza. Alpha’s treat. The betas
and Jacksonrecounted the story of how they heroically defeated the hunters and kept Danny safe, all without taking any serious injury.
Allison raised her eyebrows, “yeah? Well I bet my arrow says otherwise!” The wolves burst into laughter as Isaac turned red.
“Oh no not Isaac!” Stiles gasped. As he listened to the story his phone started to buzz. He opened it up and found a text message from a blocked number.
smells like mommy and daddy had some fun while the kids were out playing. about time. btw you two are totally cute together.
Later that night, after everyone had gotten home safely. Stiles felt a wave of happiness wash over him. This was HIS pack. HIS alpha. He had never felt more a part of anything in his life.
And that was definitely the best picnic ever.
prompt: secret smile
Ok since someone else gave me ‘smile’ and technically ‘secret smile’ is two words, I’m just going to take ‘secret’. I like it better anyways
First sterek prompt done, not beta’d and kind of fluffy, I guess. I like writing Stiles because he and I share that trait of letting our mouths get away with us.
It’s no secret that Allison and Scott are still dating. The whole school knows, it’s even popular gossip how blind their parents must be not to see it in the teacher’s lounge.
Who do they think they’re fooling when they sit back to back at lunch and talk to each other, smiling like love-struck teenagers? And in English? What are they, 8? Newsflash, people can see you when you hold hands with your
Sometimes Stiles thinks all of it is just Scott being an attention whore about the whole thing. Scott has never been the top of anything, never been popular or on anyone’s radar. It’s no secret that his asthma had prevented him from doing sports and severely damaged his self-confidence. Stiles thinks the fact that it was so well known is a reason his best friend has become a sensation seemingly overnight. He doesn’t blame Scott, if Stiles were in his situation he’d probably do the same.
What is a secret is something Scott’s manages to keep from everyone, despite being in the spotlight. Something that gave him that extra confidence boost to let him be all that Stiles knew him to be, to get Allison, to get on first line in lacrosse, to go up against hunters and alphas and protect and fight for the people he loves. The fact that Peter Hale ripped his humanity from him that night Stiles dragged him into the forest looking for that corpse.
The biggest secret of all, Stile’s thinks, is his own. Something even Scott doesn’t know. And it has nothing to do with being a werewolf…well sort of.
Stiles looks up from his phone, from the text he’d written weeks ago but can’t send…at least not yet. It sits in his draft box, like a little reminder of what he’s doing. It’s a send all and he knows the moment he sends it everyone will know for sure. Then this will be real. He knows he’s fooling himself but he likes to think that as long as he doesn’t send it this can be a fantasy, a dream.
He looks at the wreckage of the Hale house, his stomach churning with what he will never admit to calling butterflies. He knows he should really tell his friends. He knows that their freaky super sensitive werewolf senses can probably smell it on him. His skin must reek of it-
“You could worry yourself to death staring at my house in the cold.”
“JESUS Derek,” Stiles nearly hits his head on the roof of his jeep he jumps so high. He dropped his phone; it falls to the seat and then slips under it with a small thud. “Could you give a guy some warning?!” He almost shouts, but there’s a quirk at the corner of his mouth.
Derek laughs and a second later he’s sitting next to Stiles in the jeep. “Come here.” He reaches his arm out and maneuvers Stiles across the seat to snuggle comfortably into his side. “Better?”
That’s when Stiles suddenly realizes exactly how cold it actually is. Its evening and the sun is clearly going down as evidence by the bright orange glow to everything around them. There are goosebumps on his forearms and he was shivering. Derek rubbed his arms softly with his hands that felt like clothes irons and Stiles leaned against a solid, heat-radiating torso that could only be described as washboard.
Stiles lets out a sigh, closing his eyes and relaxing for the first time that day, feeling like he could sit there against his-
“Your phone is buzzing,” Derek whispers, breath hot just behind Stiles’s ear. Stiles can almost hear the alpha’s grin when a shiver ripples down his back.
“Are you going to answer it?”
Stiles says just above a breath, “out of sight out of mind.”
“What was that?” Stiles knows full well Derek could hear him, he smiles. Derek does that for his benefit and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Stiles opens his eyes and looks up at the older man, still draped in his arms. He wraps an arm around Derek’s neck and pulls him close, a smile on his lips. “Can’t I keep you a secret for a just a little bit longer?”
Derek’s lips wipe the smile right off his secret boyfriend’s face.