DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | Sterek | Ao3

Cut the bullshit. What really made you change your mind? You. You did, Eddie.

worst superheroes ever.

Halloween Batman & Robin Costume Mishap AU!

worst superheroes ever. by jadore_hale (WIP| 1/5 | 8,408 | Mature)

“Well, that was a total fail,” Stiles laughed, brushing the dirt off his bruised knees as he caught his breath. “Yeah, it was,” Batman admitted while panting, inhaling deep lungfuls of air. “This just proves that the power of young love can never be outrun,” Stiles laughed, then looked over at Batman. “So, wanna have sex?” Batman shrugged. “Yeah, sure. I guess.” Who knew having a one-night stand with a stranger at a Halloween party disguised in costumes would turn out to be such a disaster?

Happy Halloween. This is a super duper old Sterek drawer fic!

Like this Forever | 97K | E | A/B/O | Mpreg

written by winchesterek (@sterekbros) and @evanesdust as part of our @sterekeverlasting fanzine first edition. you can check out the magazine here.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Boss/Employee Relationship, Getting Together, Mpreg, Top Derek/Bottom Stiles

Stiles is Derek's personal assistant at Hale Incorporated, and they fall in love.

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THINKING ABOUT Y-O-U 

You and I Collide | 13.6k | E | Fluff | Kidfic

Tags: Nanny Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Barista Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, No Kate Argent, Claiming, Bites, Marking, Scent Marking, Mating Bites, Adoption

The one where Barista Stiles propositions Alpha Derek to be the nanny for his kids, especially since Derek went through so many candidates that Stiles thought there weren’t any more for him to interview.

“Hey,” Stiles said carefully, smiling when those eyes he wanted to lose himself in looked up at him.

“I figured you needed a pick me up after that last one.” He handed him the cup and when Mr. Honey-Almondmilk-Flat-White-with-Whipcream took the drink, Stiles sat across from him in the cushy chair he usually took his break in.

The dude sniffed it and then took a sip. “You know my order…”

“Well, yeah. You’ve been ordering it for like, the last week when you’ve been in here.” Stiles smiled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m Stiles.”

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Take Me Away From Here | sterek | E | 33k | Ao3

Tags: Historical, Wolf Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Non-Traditional ABO, Omegas are separate species, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Wants Stiles, Possessive Derek, Feral Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Captivity, Hurt Stiles

Summary: Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf.

The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable.

If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him.

He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

CRIMSON

sterek | E | 6k | ao3

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek, Possessive Derek, Dark Derek, Everybody Wants Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Background Character Death, Eventual Smut, Derek is unhinged and obsessed, but what else is new, Blood

Summary:

Stiles stared at Derek without breathing.

At the tiny droplets of crimson hidden in his beard, at his gentle but intense eyes, at his mouth smeared with blood. He felt the taste of it on his tongue.

Derek held his promise.

He would always hold it. There was nothing Stiles could do or say to stop him. This was it. Stiles married him, mated with him for the rest of his life. Derek killed and he would undoubtedly kill again.

for @homemadesterekpie and @goddessofsteel based on this post

Your love made sounds Like the sounds of the ocean...

Baby, how do you sleep when you l i e to me?

former lover!au

happy birthday to wonderful @goddessofsteel 🎉💕 hope this makes you smile today!

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Stiles woke up with a jolt. Opening his bleary eyes, he licked his lips and looked around, thoroughly confused as to where he was.

Then his gaze fell onto Derek.

The man was fully dressed. He was currently putting on his watch but kept his eyes on Stiles. A small amused smile lightened his face, and Stiles immediately wanted to hide from it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” said Derek.

Stiles blinked at him.

Derek chuckled, walked up to the bed and sat down beside him. He cupped Stiles’ face and gave him a light kiss on the lips, before letting him go with a small flick on his chin.

“Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair and sat up. The covers fell to his lap, and Derek’s eyes immediately slipped down his body.

Stiles didn’t try to cover himself, though his gaze did make him want to squirm.

“I’ve booked this room till three,” said Derek, watching him. “It’s all yours. The mini-bar is paid for, and there’s a nice jacuzzi.”

Stiles’ gaze slid down Derek’s clothes. “And you?”

“As much as I would like to spend time in your company, I have to go.”

Oh.

That’s how it ends, then.

“Okay,” said Stiles, because what else could he say. They were nobody to each other. He could’ve demanded his attention and put on more charm to keep him close, but Stiles was too worn out from yesterday to do anything.

Some of the disappointment must’ve slipped through, though, because Derek smiled again. He caressed Stiles’ cheek with a finger, watching his own movements.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” he said.

Stiles stared at him.

What does that mean? Was there supposed to be a “but”?

“Me, too,” Stiles croaked, unsure of what was happening.

Derek seemed pleased. His hand traveled down Stiles’ neck with his thumb tracing the prominent veins and eventually fell down on Stiles’ covered thigh. The man seemed to have trouble keeping his hands off him.

“Want more?” he asked eventually and arched an eyebrow.

Hell, yeah.

Stiles squeezed his lips together to keep a smile in but wasn’t sure he was successful. A fiercely warm jolt of excitement sent shivers down his body.

“Yeah,” he said, keeping what he really wanted to say (fuck yes, please, please, please I have to get my mouth on your dick and feel a beard burn on my thighs) to himself.

Derek’s pleased and somewhat relieved grin was beautiful. He caught Stiles’ hand and kissed the back of it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, then.” The man was literally glowing. Stiles fought a laugh at how easy all of it was.

“Awesome,” came out of Stiles’ mouth and he quickly shut it, but Derek, thankfully, laughed.

“I gotta go.” He kissed Stiles in the corner of his lips and stood up. “I’ll text you. Take your time and relax, okay, baby?”

And all these fucking nicknames… Stiles had never been called that before, but he found himself liking it.

“I will.”

Derek left, after tearing his gaze away from Stiles’ body and saying goodbye one more time. Stiles fell back on the bed with the silliest grin and stretched, sighing in pleasure.

He was going to have so much fucking fun.