sterek

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him. He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good. Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends? Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

A collection of Sterek Kinks (others will appear but Sterek is always the main) Some chapters are connected while some are not. I'll let you know which ones are in the notes at the start.

Stiles is born with red eyes.

After being kidnapped by Gerard, Stiles is left broken and beaten. That's when Derek finds him. Two months later, Scott realizes he might have let some things slide, and when he goes to visit Stiles, he's more than shocked to find his bed filled with werewolves. Sterek

Angels fucking wept and Stiles got nervous. The only reason a guy who looked like this and drove a car like this would be picking up a scrawny underage hooker was because he wanted to do to Stiles the sorts of things you couldn't ask a girlfriend or boyfriend for, or even a stranger in a bar. Nasty-bad wrong things. Things that only money handed over could make better, silence bought and paid for. Or maybe a dead hooker in a ditch who couldn't talk, no need to pay for the silence. But Stiles had his own methods for making sure that didn't happen. Stiles is a vampire. Derek's still the Alpha. And there's knotting.

Prompt: Can you write sterek with bestiality, derek and stiles own a dog and derek lets him fuck stiles? Prompt your own fics here: www.sunshineandsmut.tumblr.com

For the request "runaway!stiles x alpha!derek? Something along the lines of a broken Stiles runs away to Beacon Hills and is caught trespassing on Hale territory then Derek and his pack teach Stiles how to heal and love again and then sterek happens?" --- Derek regains his footing and stands over the man, who can’t be more than twenty. He has brown hair and what might be moles, but it’s hard to tell past the layer of blood and grime he’s covered in. At the very least, Derek’s sure they’ve never met before. The man looks up at him with wide eyes, his entire body trembling. “I’m Derek Hale,” Derek begins again, letting his eyes bleed red to make his point. “Alpha of the-” The man cuts him off once more, this time by passing out. From the looks of him, it’s a wonder it didn’t happen sooner.

When Peter Hale throws a party so his nephew can choose a suitably virginal teenager as a consort, he goes to extreme lengths to ensure the attendees remain eligible. The only reason Stiles accepted the invite is because he Peter Hale promised to remove the chastity belts at the end of the party and Stiles would really like control of his dick back. Stiles has absolutely no desire to be anyone's consort... until he meets Derek Hale and learns that he's almost as angry with Peter as Stiles is. He knows Derek is only choosing him to antagonise Peter, but he can live with that, especially if it means he gets to have lots of sex with a ridiculously hot werewolf. Note: The rape warning has nothing to do with the main Sterek relationship

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this. The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away. Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.

In a world where werewolves are a ruling class, Derek Hale is one of the least regarded of the alphas. If he's to hold his rank and get in a position to do some good, he can't afford to show weakness. Having human body slaves is a mark of status and so there are certain expectations of how he treats his slaves Stiles and Scott. When Sheriff Stilinski comes to Derek to beg for his son's freedom, he glimpses a world of deception and secrets where perception is everything. Things get even more complicated, when Derek finds himself falling for Stiles.

((I want to become more comfortable writing smut, so I'm practicing. )) For as long as he can remember Derek has needed to be strong. Be in charge, even when he didn't want to be. Then Stiles happened and somehow...he's getting taken care of while still being in charge. ((There are pictures and Gifs being used in this that leave nothing to the imagination. NSFW warning in major affect if you read this story.))

Derek Hale can read minds. If he could have chosen a mutant power for himself instead of being given one by random, genetic happenstance it's safe to say mind-reading would not have been his 1st, 2nd, or even 96th choice. Maybe if he'd gotten the power of invisibility he wouldn't be sitting in a senior Economics class next to a hyperactive kid with a buzz cut who won’t stop thinking about dicks.

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia after surgery. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It's what he's good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn't let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep. Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can't stop himself from caring. And he doesn't want to stop.

“Stiles tell me you understand” His mum pleaded. “You are not allowed to talk about your biological fathers with anyone except me. Not even John” She waited for him to nod his head before continuing “And you can't use your powers, okay. No matter how much you want to. The demons will find you, if you do. You can only use your powers in emergencies, when there are no other way out. Do you understand ?” Stiles nodded, willing to give his mother anything, if she would just be happy again. “Good. Now enough about stupid rules. John is at the police station, and Gabriel is coming to pick us up, so we can spend the entire day with your fathers. Sound fun?” She asked, smiling. Stiles nodded his head again, his own smile breaking out on his face. Or : Stiles is the nephilim son of Archangel Gabriel and Hunter Sam Winchester. Stiles is hunted by both demons and angels, but he will do everything in his power to keep his new pack safe. Still, keeping the secret is getting harder, and harder.Stiles just need a bit more time, but Derek has apparently never heard of personal space, that makes the secret harder to keep. And worse is that Stiles seem to react really funny to getting his personal space invaded.

Dean's trapped in Purgatory looking for his angel when a not so subtle kid in a red sweatshirt asks to team up. Dean takes Little Red Riding Hoodie underneath his wing as they try to escape. Or the one where Stiles bargains with a witch to get sent to purgatory to save Derek and finds Dean instead. They work together to find a way out of Purgatory as they each look for their "person".

The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be. He was weak. So weak. He walked away from the only person that felt like home. Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone. /// Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.

Stiles smells ridiculously good. Fuck Derek Hale's entire fucking life. "I was gonna make a crack about not letting a guy lick his way up my snail trail until he’s at least bought me dinner but I guess you took care of that, huh?”

Dean hunts down a werewolf in Beacon hills but it doesn’t go as he plans...

Stiles had wanted one for the longest, the longest time. He had already passed the assessment at the Werewolf Enslavement Regulations Enforcement Services. And okay, so maybe partly he wanted one because Lydia Martin hadn’t got one yet; well she had set her sights on buying Jackson, but Danny got there first and bought him from the Argents’ pet store. Lydia was pissed off, and she made sure everyone knew it. Not that Danny cared; he had Jackson, collared and on a short lead. August-10th: minor update to chapters 9 and 10September-08th: minor update to chapter 8

Derek just became the Alpha, and Stiles can't stop thinking about what being Alpha must have done to his cock. Stiles is certain he wants to find out, so at the pack meeting, he stares at it intently, basically drooling, and Derek smells his arousal. Overwhelmed, Derek fucks him into his next life. Really, that's it. Or Dirty-talking!Stiles and all the porn. There is no plot whatsoever.

It all started when Derek said he wasn't part of the pack... (Story is time lapsed, so it skips over events and so on. It is just a sneak peek for a story I'm making. Enjoy!~)

A month after Scott turns away from Stiles, a month of loneliness and being ignored and guilt and dark feelings, Stiles starts getting texts from Jackson. Jackson is coming back, and he wants to join the Pack. Then he finds out about Scott's actions and goes to Stiles to comfort him and help him get back to a stable place emotionally. When Derek returns, he sparks a connection that has long lain dormant. Jackson wants his life with Stiles and Derek. If he happens to kick Scott's ass and Theo's ass, well, that's just life, isn't it?Excerpt:To Stilinski: Scott wants to talk to you because he thinks everything will just magically be ok. I told him to go fuck himself. To Stilinski: He's coming to you after the meeting. To Jackson: Come over? To Stilinski: On my way.

Stiles is tortured by Gerard at the end of season 2, he doesn't realise that the events of that night will start a chain of events that will push him to his limits. With mysterious deaths plaguing the town, his dad barely speaking to him and Stiles reeling from Scott's betrayal, is he strong enough to make it through the events that will change him forever? Will the pack be there to catch him when he starts to fall? Or will he be alone and in more danger than he thought ever possible? The summary sucks because I can't write summaries, but hopefully you'll be willing to give it a read!

Stiles doesn’t want Derek to spend his birthday alone. So he whips up a mean batch of brownies, puts on his red hoodie, and goes over to the Big Bad Wolf's house with a picnic basket full of food. Because hey, growing Alphas need food. Good food. Specially on their birthday. Prequel to Mother Knows Best.

When one clawed finger sinks deep into Stiles' skin, he does his best not to scream out in agony. He manages to only allow a pained whimper to escape his pale, chapped lips. The pain is hot and raw, but he knows that if he lets himself scream, it could tip off whatever is hunting them. So, he grinds his teeth, and he lets Derek carve into him like he is a human etch-a-sketch. A fix-it fic of sorts. Takes place at the end of season 4.

Peter travels with various carnivals, showcasing a massive black wolf he parades as a man-eating beast. In his caravan he keeps Stiles, his most precious possession who is much more special than he may outwardly appear. Stiles feels a kinship with the creature through their mutual captivity, so when he makes his escape he frees the wolf as well. Like Stiles though, the wolf is also more than he appears.

It's a right of passage to hate your cousins, right? Because Stiles seriously despises the Winchester brothers. In fact, he's pretty sure he hated Dean Winchester before Stiles even knew how to talk. As such, it's safe to say that when he gets home from school to find that stupid Impala parked in his driveway, Stiles doesn't exactly get a warm, cozy feeling in his gut-- especially since the jackasses might actually be the hunters gunning for his boyfriend. Or, the one where Stiles is related to the Winchester brothers, who wanted to kill Derek before they found out he was banging their little cousin.

This is my entry for a 12 Days of Sterek on Tumblr. It starts out with Stiles stress-cooking and having too much food. It evolves to Derek's wolves seeing Stiles as more as Scott's human-walking-Wikipedia and actually seeing him as being a caring being who feeds them real food. It turns to actual friendship, and the caring Stiles is doing is not unseen by Derek...he just tried really hard to ignore it. Key word being tried. His wolf though...has other ideas. That was a few months ago. Christmas is almost here, the wolves are clingy and protective, Derek's freaking out because he's going to be an actual father, not just a pseudo one. And Stiles? Stiles is baking his famous gingerbread man(wolf) cookies, which Scott swears that taste like Stiles' best hugs when you bite into them.

Stiles was taken prisoner by a coven of witches. Now his only chance of getting home is if he learns how to control his own magic... and stops blowing stuff up by accident. With surging power inside him that he can't restrain, Stiles must deal with memories of the nogitsune, and fears that he might end up hurting those he cares about. Meanwhile, his family and friends don't even know if he's alive. His father desperately searches for answers, and Derek will do anything in his power to find Stiles, even if it means asking an Argent for help.

"Hybrid mutation. Human consumption heightens senses and raises body temperature. Prolonged use may cause skin to exude a scent which seems to mesmerize werewolves, rendering them helpless. Application to a werewolf will render them to a state of suggestibility. Control may be exerted by nearby humans. Studies suggest effects last several hours." In which Stiles is the one affected by wolfsbane.

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

"Stiles was away at college when the world went to shit. He was alone, afraid and so very, very confused. But more than anything, he was determined. He just had to get home. Had to find his dad, his pack. Had to make sure they were safe." When a rapid spreading virus breaks out, turning most of the population into mindless, undead killing machines, Stiles Stilinski has to fight his way back home. Because nothing, not even the freaking zombie apocalypse can stand between him and the people he loves.