My personal favorite head canon is that any time the pack has interacted with other werewolves they all seem to stay away from stiles. At first, everyone thinks it's cause he's human. Maybe some old world prejudice. Then they start to hear the stories. About a wild man with a bat in a red hoodie. How the alpha of the Hale pack is the only reason all of their enemies aren't dead. Because if he wasn't holding onto Stiles' shoulder, anyone with a smart mouth might find themselves missing more than just a few teeth. And Stiles loves every single second of it
AHHHHH someone is speaking my language >:D
I absolutely love the idea of the rumored feral human in a red hoodie with a baseball bat. And then it turns out everyone thinks he’s dangerous because he’s always flailing around so damn much and hits people by accident lmao. The pack finds it hilarious, but to Stiles it's freaking awesome. He feels like Batman, just...with a bat. Bat-man. Ha ha. Get it??
"Yes, Stiles," Derek sighs. "We get it."
BUT I ALSO love when the rumors are actually true. When the Hale pack is actually very dark and scary, and Stiles is this unhinged character—maybe with elements of the Joker and Harley Quinn and Negan from The Walking Dead (no, I will never shut up about my Negan!Stiles fantasy. It lives rent free in my head, okay).
He will have people (preferably hunters) on their knees on the ground and just torture them for a few hours, whistling and playing mind games with them. “Oh what is that? I should beat the crap outta one of these guys?" he says, pointing his bat at them, a big, unsettling smile stretching across his face—completely deranged, of course. "Hah, sorry. It's the voices. They just won't shut up ever since that fucking demon fox.” Then he starts laughing like a maniac.
The alpha is very proud of him, and always rewards him for his hard work. *insert me laughing like a maniac*
The few intruders on Hale land who survive are deliberately sent back as a warning, with broken bones and pale faces distorted by fear. They all whisper about little Red. The wolves will kill you, but it's the human...and—and he never stops talking.
Derek is the only one who can control Stiles' chaos. Stiles rests his bat against some poor bastard's head, excited to hear the skull crack under the impact. Derek stops him with a motion of his hand.
"Not yet, sweetheart. He still hasn't told us how he got past the barrier into our territory."
"Aw," Stiles pouts. "Can I break his arm? Derek, please, please, please?"
Derek is nothing if not generous with his human beta. "One," he says, smiling as his baby's eyes light up and long fingers tap along the bat's handle.
"But which one?" Stiles asks, almost breathless. "Which one, Derek?"
"Dealer's choice," Derek says simply, watching as Stiles struggles to make up his mind. It's easy to see when he settles on a decision—his eyes going dark, beautiful smile curling on his lips. He looks over to Derek one last time, eyes searching for approval, and Derek nods once.
"Shh, shh—don't move," Stiles whispers to the whimpering man on the ground. "I want the sound to be right."
Stiles unknowingly marrying into a family of cannibals will be funny- because I can imagine him going to the hale family basement only finding a human (Hunter) tied up by one wrist, hes missing a leg and arm, begging for help because 'omg there's a human who can help me!' Only for Stiles to slowly back up and bump into Derek (whos literally about to beg for Stiles to understand-) only for Stiles to ask for stew of hearts not before giving Derek (whos stunned yet thinking of ways to make the stew perfect-) a soft kiss on the cheek and a playful pat on the chest before he gose upstairs-
Hii! Do you know any sterek kinda dark Fics where they’re kinda horrible to everyone but each other?
Yeah!
Blood For Blood by NotMyBestIdea
(1/1 I 342 I Mature)
Nothing is going to come between Derek and his revenge.
He'll bleed you 'til you're just bone and skin by ElisAttack
(1/1 I 2,236 I Explicit)
It's moments when Stiles feels the dull pull of the bruises on his hips, moments when he can't sleep on his stomach because the throbbing ache does nothing for a good night's sleep, it's those moments that make him feel worthless.
Makes him hate Derek with a passion that burns brighter than anything else he feels.
Or the one where Derek doesn't know his strength, but Stiles knows he deserves it.
32 Hours by cheshirecat101
(1/? I 2,725 I Teen)
Stiles has to make the 32 hour trip from California to Chicago, Illinois, in order to get to his new home for the next four years. But it seems that the (super)natural world is doing everything in its power to stop him.
Alpha by Nival_Vixen
(1/1 I 2,357 I Explicit)
Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.
No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs
(1/1 I 4,419 I Mature)
Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.
No one had called.
Mindset of a Killer by buftie
(1/3 I 7,363 I Explicit)
Troubled youths Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale meet in the counselor's office and form a haphazard relationship. They realize they share urges and desires they dare not speak to others - guns, knives, blood, and even murder. Soon the two are overwhelmed by their attempts to satiate their bloodlust and find themselves wanted criminals.
A Second Chance at Life by DaoOfGay
(4/? I 8,871 I Explicit)
Stiles held onto his bleeding chest as he watched the man who had taken everything from him walk away, as he laid there, on his last breath, he could swear there was a small tear running down Derek Hale's face.
But once he opened his eyes, he was back at the moment his life was destroyed- The moment he woke up on Derek Hale's bed, naked, and not remembering what happened the night prior.
This time he woke up before him. He packed his things and ran, ran as far away as he possibly could not looking back.
Unknowingly, that decision changed the future in a way he could never thought.
Full and Void by Hedwig221b
(2/2 I 23,286 I Explicit)
Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence.
Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.
Devil in the Details by Accidental_Ducky
(8/8 I 26,473 I Mature)
“So we’ll split up.”
“Baby,” Boyd says, taking her arm in a gentle hold,” that is the single whitest sentence to ever leave your mouth. Splitting up to search for a crazed murderer with no moral compass is a job better left to the police. I say we go upstairs, barricade the basement door closed and hangout in the lobby until help shows up.”
“Derek found a way to break out of a sealed chamber and you think shoving a desk in front of a wooden door will keep him from using our skin as lampshades?”
“I never should have let you watch American Horror Story. Our lives have just gone downhill since then.” Boyd runs a hand over his mouth, scratching absently at the stubble along his jaw before heaving out a sigh. “Fine, we’ll go look for Hale, but we’re sticking together. I’m not about to be the token black guy that gets butchered in some kind of cheesy nineties horror flick.
Title: a focused moment made
Pairing: Derek/OC
Fandom: Teen Wolf
For: @vixenofcourse
Rating: M
Warnings: darker!Derek, dub-con, under the inflluence!derek, semi-public sex
Notes: @vixenofcourse asked me ages ago to write a darker!Derek for her. It took me long enough but here we go. I haven’t watched Teen Wolf in ages so bare with me. It’s also clearly an AU.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.
There was something wrong with Derek. Something seriously wrong.
She needed to get away, somewhere crowded with a lot of people. Nothing too crowded that no one would notice if something happened, but enough to confuse him. To block her scent and help hide her. At least until she could call someone. She needed help. Stiles would know what to do. He was young, but the kid generally had good ideas. Especially when it came to stopping werewolves. Though, she doubted he’d appreciate being told that she was being hunted by an Alpha wolf because those assholes had done something to him.
She slipped past a couple of people. Maybe a coffee shop. Coffee beans were a strong scent. It might work.
An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. He covered her mouth to swallow her instinctive scream. She stopped herself quickly. She couldn’t draw attention to them. If someone got hurt or he got exposed, he’d never forgive her when he came back to his senses. None of them would. She needed to get them away from the street. She would go along with what he wanted if it kept them all safe.
“Did you really think that would even slow me down?” Derek’s voice whispered in her ear.
No. There wasn’t really a lot a girl could do against someone who was basically super-powered. She had to try though. As soon as he released his grip around her mouth, she spoke.
“Derek, let me go.”
“Can’t do that.” His nose pressed against the side of her throat and she heard him inhale deeply. “You smell so good.”
“Derek.”
He growled against her skin and she couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered at the sound. “So fucking good.”
“Don’t do this. This isn’t you.”
“It is,” he said. His voice was dark and she felt it rumble through his chest against her back. He pulled her away from the street, deeper into the alley. “Just not denying it anymore.”
She couldn’t stop the whimper that sounded as she felt his teeth graze her neck. “Derek, please.”
He nipped at the skin before she felt his lips soothe the mark. She shuddered automatically. It was not that she was not attracted to him, or that she never thought about it, but Derek never gave her any indication he was interested. Not like this.
“I can smell you,” his voice was low in her ear. The hand that was on her waist was now playing with the button other jeans. “I’ve always fucking smelt you, heard those little sounds you make when you stretch. How many times have you thought about me?”
God, he knew. If he wasn’t already gripping her hard enough to bruise, she’d pray the ground open up and swallow her whole.
“Derek, they did something to you.”
He ignored her. She tried to twist in his grip. She just needed space. She froze as soon as his hand went into her jeans, having successfully gotten past the buttons. “You taste as good as you smell?”
It felt unreal. His fingers pressed against her underwear before shoving them aside. He stroked her softly, a sharp contrast to the grip on her throat, before he pushed them in and found her clit.
She cried out sharply before he tightened his grip, cutting off her breath for a moment before he relaxed it.
“Shh,” he hushed. “You want them to hear you?” He nodded towards the street. They weren’t fully covered in darkness and despite there being a few boxes and garbage cans in the way, people would be able to see them if they looked. Her knees nearly buckled as he moved his finger against her. Heat bloomed low in her stomach. She wanted more even when she knew she shouldn’t. Not here. Not like this.
Derek pulled his fingers out of her jeans and he leaned forward over her shoulder before licking them. The moan he let slip was surprising. “Sweet. I knew it.” He kissed her cheek with a sharp smile.
She tried to ignore the way the sight of him cleaning his fingers of her made her feel. He looked like he couldn’t get enough. How many of her fantasies were like that? She shook the image out of her head.
“Come on,” she tried again. “We both know you don’t want this. Let’s get you home. Get help.”
He spun her in his grip and slammed her back against the alley wall. She yelped at the impact. Derek moved, covering her body with his. His chest pressed up against hers and she could feel him hard as he ground his hips against hers.
“This feel like I don’t want you?” he asked. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. His eyes were red.
She felt her breath stutter in her chest. “Derek.”
“You think it’s not torture not being able to fucking touch you? Or seeing you with everyone else and not fucking me,” he snarled before kissing her hard. He bit down on her lip and when she gasped at the feeling, deepened the kiss. His tongue swept across hers and for a moment she was certain he was trying to memorize her. His hand dug into her hair as his thumb brushed across her jaw.
He grabbed her thigh and hitched it up, moving it to rest on his hip while he pressed closer.
She wanted him closer. She was only human. He felt so good like this, even though she knew it wasn’t real. “Derek,” she breathed.
“Don’t ask me to stop,” he said. His mouth went to her neck, scraping his teeth against it. The scruff on his cheeks raised goosebumps all over her body. Her heart leapt into her throat. She didn’t want him to bite her. She had no desire to be turned. “If you scream, if they try and stop me, someone’s bleeding.” She didn’t know who he meant. This wasn’t Derek. Not really. The man who was so closed off would never chase her down and pull her into this alley. He wouldn’t threaten her...well, not like this. Still, she could enjoy it. Even if she knew she shouldn’t.
She grabbed the back of his head and dug her fingers into the hair there. He growled against her skin. She tried to pull him up, to direct him back to her lips. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
He kisses her hard, as though he was trying to possess her. It felt like he was trying to erase the memory of anyone else she’s kissed before. He broke the kiss first.
He moved back, just enough that there was room between them so he could yank down her pants and underwear.
“What?” she hissed. “There are people right there!”
“So don’t make noise. Turn around. I got you.”
“Derek--”
He turned her himself and pressed his chest against her back. “Wanted this another way but you ran.” She heard him inhale through his nose again, breathing her in. He ground his hips into her ass. She could feel how hard he was. It wasn’t enough to distract her from the fact that someone could see them.
He pushed on her back, bending her over. “So eager,” he murmured. She felt his fingers trail across her ass before finding her clit again. He moved to bend over her. “Such a needy thing.” He pulled back and for a moment she felt like she could breathe again. They shouldn’t be doing this.
Her thoughts froze as she felt his cock press into her. She shut her eyes tight as he filled her with a groan. His arm wrapped around her, holding her against him.
“So fucking good.” He pulled out before thrusting forwards again. She couldn’t help but cry out. The hand that was holding her covered her mouth again. She didn’t fight it. She used her hands to hold herself against the wall. “Mine,” she thought she heard him growl.
She wanted more. It was so close.
Derek reached under her shirt. His hands felt hot compared to the coolness of her skin. His hips snapped forward and his pace increased. It was by sheer will she was still standing and Derek holding her in place.
He pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He reached down and fingered her clit again. She was lost. She was thrown into an orgasm as fast as hard as the situation happened. She struggled to regain her breath.
Derek bent her back forward, pace quickening. His hips slapped against hers as he chased his release. The hand on her throat suddenly moved and her head was pulled to the side. Before she could even register what was happening, Derek’s mouth was on her neck, teeth breaking the skin. She tried not to scream as he came hard.
He pulled his teeth out first before moving fully out of her, licking her throat as he drew back. She stood up and touched her neck. She looked at her hand. There was blood. “What did you do?” she demanded.
Derek’s eyes met hers. They were softer, almost tender, and he moved forward towards her. She stumbled back against the wall. He leaned inward, rubbing his body all over her, hands clutching her hips, and he inhaled deeply before kissing her. “Told you. You’re mine.”
Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.
This is my somewhat darker exploration of what it means for Derek to not be human. Of the canon fact that Derek (and his mom) thinks he's a predator and what that could mean.
In writing this, I tried to... make Derek's perspective more pragmatic than anything else. Like, he's not being malicious but more doing what he needs to reach his desired goal. More... amoral than outright evil or bad.
I had a hard time with the tags for this. From a human perspective, Derek's behaviour and way of thinking is Bad and Wrong. From a born werewolf? Who knows? I did tag for abuse and manipulation as trigger warnings for the human audience who'll be reading the story. So, please, take care of yourselves and don't read this if these are triggers for you (or read this with some forewarning for possible triggers).
Heyyy, can we please get a dark!Derek tag update? (Preferably without dark!Stiles in the fics?)
i avoided everything with dark stiles
Reaching the Bottom of His Darkness by Keitmeg (8?? | 44,188 | NC17)
[“Your body,” Derek whispers in a silvery voice that makes Stiles’ entire body quiver with something, dare he say, exciting. “I need only think of it and I’m hard again.”]
In which seven college friends find themselves stranded after car trouble, little do they expect the horrors that follow when they fall victim to a brutal killer one by one.
Presenting you the horror comedy nobody asked for.
No More Lights by Anonymous (1/1 | 3,627 | NC17)
Derek claims his mate during the Werewolf Revolution.
Flames by DerekHaleGirl97 (2/2 | 2,706 | PG13)
Derek isn’t all right in the head. Or at least that’s what Stiles thought until he wakes up tied to a chair in the Hale House.
Daddy Dearest by GiaUrsula (3/3 | 4,207 | R
When Derek gets taken in for questioning at Beacon Hills Police station, he gets more than he bargains for when he notices the young deputy that looks startling familiar to a special someone from his past.
TOSKA by DarkInsanity (Stereklenidus) (1/1 | 19,353 | NC17)
“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.
This is what Stiles feels when he wakes up with Amnesia in a resistant camp. There are no zombies like we read in books or watch in movies. But A brute who calls himself the True Alpha and his followers have taken over Beacon Hills Dome usurping the mighty Demon Wolf.
