Derek knew the moment he’d first seen Stiles, that he was it, as Kira liked to call it. His slim waist, his hips, his long neck and sharp face; that first day after watching him for hours he lay in bed, unable to sleep, with Stiles’ lips and eyes and his small fake smile not leaving his mind. He thought about Stiles all the time. Woke up and fell asleep thinking of him. The entire focus of his being shifted and centered on Stiles. Derek sometimes was baffled with himself, surprised that he was capable of feeling so much about another being. He was obsessed. He was fucking in love.
Read it here: Untouchable
PREDATORS
Tags: Alpha Derek, Everybody wants Stiles, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Blood and Gore, Murder, Mpreg (not the focus), Possessive Behavior
Summary: He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles.
And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.
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!
Stiles has cancer. And these are his five stages of acceptance. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.
Each stage has a sketch, but my English is too bad to translate it all...
But I can throw it all off in my native language and you can try to read with a translator ahaha
Rewrite The Stars (63,625 words) by Winchesterek (@sterekbros) Art by @kelestialart For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Danny Māhealani/Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Are Siblings, Roman Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Gladiator Derek Hale, Slavery, Arranged Marriage, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Barebacking, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fisting, People As Property, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Holy Roman Empire, Knotting, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Semi-Public Sex, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Adoption, Breeding Kink, Surprise Knotting, Mating Bites, Birth, compulsory hetero sex, Sex Toys, Gay Sex, Slave Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski
Summary: When Stiles receives his first gladiators as a gift from his father and becomes a Lanista, there is one who captures his attention above the others…one whose eyes gleam with hate, pride, and desire. Sold into slavery to avenge his family, Derek can barely conceal his contempt toward his new Dominus. Derek has a plan: kill Stiles and end the lineage of the Roman family that burned his family. For his plan to succeed, he must make a show of respect and obedience—even when called on to service his master’s desires. Derek is shocked to learn that in the confines of his quarters, Stiles doesn’t want to dominate his slave but to be taken by him. Even when Stiles learns of Derek’s plans for revenge, he knows he can’t live without him.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Shawn Mendes — Stitches
Okay, this is in Russian, but I hope you can read it with a translator. it will be better than I translate incorrectly, and so you will be able to understand the essence through several meanings of the original words.
У Стайлза рак. И это его пять стадий принятия.
Гнев.
Это плата за осознание, верно?
Стайлза разрывает уже столько времени, что он забывает о часах. О днях. Чтобы осознать до конца потребовалось уйма времени.
Осознать не просто, что оно есть, но и то, насколько это велико и смертельно.
И это он заслужил после всего? После того, что пережил? Даже не успев поступить и стать крутым агентом ФБР?
Дерек с первого этажа слышит, как разбивается стакан. Это уже третий за вечер. Он не чувствует сильного запаха крови, поэтому стоит на месте, как вкопанный. Ему тоже до чёртиков страшно.
Вопль. Затишье.
Шериф встаёт со стула, но Хейл делает шаг в сторону лестницы первым, тормозя все попытки.
— Я схожу к нему, — шёпот сухой и хриплый. Дерек заходит в комнату без стука, но осторожно, перед этим давая знать скрипом досок о своём присутствии. Стайлз сидит на кровати, сгорбившись и уставившись в снимки, словно они расскажут ему, как всё решить. Как справиться с этим. Как справиться с чувством вины перед отцом за очередные больничные счета, и как справиться с этим огромным страхом перед смертью и предстоящими страданиями.
Дерек тихонько обходит кусочки стекла, а в следующую секунду под ним мягко проминается матрас.
Он осторожно кладёт руку на спину, ощущая от Стайлза стойкий аромат ярости и боли. Хотелось бы ему, конечно, суметь забрать эту боль себе… Но, к сожалению, она явно не физическая. До тех пор, пока вспышка мигрени не застаёт Стайлза врасплох.
Отпускает моментально. Стилински поворачивает голову, заглядывает через плечо и замечает черные венки на чужой крепкой руке.
— Я рядом, — еле слышно отзывается Дерек, придвигаясь ближе. И Стайлз сам тянется к нему в объятия, чтобы сжать пальцы на плечах оборотня до побеления костяшек, до красных следов на коже, будто это поможет.
Хейл терпеливо принимает это, а гнев в чужом запахе медленно сменяется на всепоглощающее отчаяние.
TREASURE | sterek | 71k | Explicit - AO3
Angst, beautiful soft and insecure Stiles, possessive and protective alpha Derek, the sweetest baby Eli, courting, murder
Summary:
“I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.
𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙?
It's been ages, it's been eons
Among the grief and meshwork, I've sought answers
I've gotten used to being alone, but I want so much to bring back a world
Where you and I can both be found
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.
Read on AO3.