There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one.
Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.
There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.
Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.
Scott McCall’s Pack for Werewolves Who Wanna Werewolf and Deal Drugs Good Too by badwolfbadwolf for Sharman
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
20 Sep 2014
Liam and Mason find Scott's bag of cash underneath his bed. Clearly this means Scott is a drug dealer. And, after thinking about it, Scott's actually pretty shady. And Stiles is always talking about his unnatural love for his aluminum bat which is probably just a metaphor for beating the heck out of someone.
And crap, no, he can’t get out. He’s Scott’s beta, and if that’s the type of stuff Scott’s pack is into, he’s into it, too.
Derek blindfolds Stiles and plays with him until he cries.
“Shhhh,” Derek murmured, hovering close but not close enough to touch. The breath tickled against Stiles’s sensitive skin and he huffed out a nervous laugh before swallowing and dipping his head forward.
“Can you be quiet for me, Stiles?”
“Can I be… Can I….” Stiles swallowed, unsure, desperate. “Yes, yes. Please, Derek. Please just touch me.”
Stiles knows what he should be doing, finding a good Dom and seeing a few dozen therapists. But that shit can wait, right now he's got a gang to infiltrate and a murderer to find. A murderer who killed his father.
Bookmarked by moonmint
20 Nov 2017