Stiles And Derek Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I see. Well, we should get you all cleaned up and head home. Come on, love." He offered me his arm like a gentleman, treating me with more respect and care than my own husband ever had. "Now wait just a minute," Stiles stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. "I don't know who you think you are, but—" Derek's fist connected with Stiles' jaw before he could finish the sentence. Stiles went down hard, and Annalise screamed. "I'm the man whose wife you were just watching get humiliated for your entertainment," Derek said calmly, flexing his knuckles. "And I suggest you stop coveting what doesn't belong to you before I decide to make this a real problem."

Stiles ranted slowly and licked his lips when he swallowed hard. The silence was uncomfortable and he felt ridiculous for spilling his guts and wished he had a time machine. Derrick was still and tense in front of him when he glanced up at him through his lashes. “Derrick , can you talk or even more?” he pleaded. “I didn't know you wanted all of that.” “Neither did I! I think thinking of you cheating brought it on. I got a little paranoid,” he admitted with a shrug. “You want all that? You want the romance, the...declarations?” he said with an awkward gesture.

Paul hissed and Lily punched his thigh under the desk. Earlier that morning, Stacey had received a good morning and can’t wait to see you in school text from Derick, which she just responded with just a smiley emoji, but they had both been busy and hadn’t crossed paths since. “But I thought we agreed to be more—” “Forget it. I miss you, little bird,” Derick whispered in her ear, cutting her off. Her cheeks warmed instantly. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Stacey’s breath hitched as heat rolled through her, though her eyes stayed wide with confusion.

"Derek does have a love interest. I promised to help him get the girl if did me one tiny favor. Of course, he agreed. Eagerly." Stacey's jaw was hanging off the floor. "Derek likes someone? Like a boy?" "No. A girl." "What?" She shrieked. "But everyone thought he's gay." "He's definitely not." "This should be on the news." "That's completely unnecessary. Anyway," I said, changing the subject. "We should change." "Change?" Stacey turned to me, gazing at me strangely. "Yes. Change." I confirmed, unbuckling my seat belt and then reaching out for the huge bag in the back seat.

After what he said, I expected Derek to talk back but that moment never came. Derek’s bloodlust disappeared and the melancholy air surrounded us. What’s going on? Why are these two suddenly being so calm? Am I missing something? I looked at Derek’s back while he let out a sigh out of frustration. “I already have enough enemies. You’re not trying to go against me, are you?” “I'm not. It’s just fun making you jealous.” He snickers. Derek must have had enough with talking that he angrily yanked his shirt before they both disappeared from my room through the window. I couldn’t even step up and just stood there dumbfounded. Okay. What the hell just happened? ~*~

“Ugh, another one?“ Derek whines softly in a way that makes my ears ring. “You better get me a new one.“ My insides curl with disgust at the sound of his moan and at the sight of Oliver, the Alpha prince of the Flaming Wolves Clan and my 4 years boyfriend on his knees between his Beta's legs. My breath dies in my throat so completely I think I might actually stop existing for a second. Derek tangles his hand in Oliver’s dark brown hair, “Come on, I'm so hard from watching you run around on the field in those hot pants.“ “So impatient,” Oliver chuckles deeply before reaching to remove Derek's dick from his underwear. Usually my bashfulness and lack of experience will have me turn away from th

Where the fuck did they come from? “That’s not what your ma said last night when I shagged her,” one of them said, proving my point. Shagged her. Fuck, Derek was not going to be satisfied until he migrated the whole fucking Ireland to the US. “Shut the fuck up, Stiles,” the one in charge snapped.

Stiles invites with extreme, deep respect. Three minutes later, my frame sits comfortably inside the club's most luxurious leather chairs, sipping fine moonstone tea from a cup. "Alpha Derek, my heart wanted to deeply apologize for my previous offense against your name," Stiles says softly, bowing his head. Both Cora and Lydia are completely shocked by the Crescent Ridge boss's submissive attitude toward a simple healer. Cora remembers how my hands had brutally beaten Liam before, yet here was the great Stiles, apologizing instead of seeking bloody revenge for his allies. She cannot help but wonder if her mind had indeed totally misjudged the young doctor she had always looked down on in the