I've had a fic stuck in my head that I haven't read in years. Derek is running from hunters. Gets hit by a car and ends up in the hospital. Scott is an Alpha Dr and stiles is the Sherriff. Derek gets better and eventually moves in with stiles. Kate comes back and tries to take Derek again. I know Theo crashes a car somewhere in there. Bless you for your skill and help 💖
Hi @abalphalove! @nerdherderette says it's this deleted fic. @christinesficrecs had it in their dropbox.
day 31: abo/heatsex for @pray-for-sound and @lostcol
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, E, 3k
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Stiles is jamming the nozzle back onto the gas pump when he hears it, a low, threatening growl. He looks around and finds a dark haired man boxed into his black Camaro by two tall, beautiful women. He blows it off as stupid flirting between stupidly beautiful people, but then the man growls again. Something makes him stop and listen, and what he hears, and smells, makes his skin crawl.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wow, it’s been a long damn time since I posted anything, hasn’t it...
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Words: 14,495
Rating: Mature
Content Notes: Threats of rape/noncon, discussions of rape/noncon, sexual harassment, and a nonconsensually induced heat. Also Talia is a bad parent in this, sorry...
Summary: Stiles is finally old enough to participate in the annual Beacon Hills Mating Run, and he could not be more thrilled! Okay, maybe he could be more thrilled if all his friends didn't know exactly who they were chasing or who they wanted chasing them, but still, this was his chance to finally join them in the world of coupled bliss.
This is Derek's seventh mating run, and he was just hoping to lay a scent trail too convoluted for any alpha to follow and hole up in his chosen cave until the night is over.
AKA a mating run AU with alpha Stiles and omega Derek, since it's pretty much always the other way around for these two.
Derek tensed as he felt two heavy hands clap down on his shoulders. “Hello, Derek,” Aiden smirked from his right.
“Strawberry moon is full in four nights,” Ethan smirked from Derek’s left.
“You been thinking about what you’re doing with that sweet ass this year?” Aidan slid his hand down Derek’s back to grab a handful of his ass.
Derek breathed deeply in and out through his nose in an attempt to stay calm. He dropped the steaks he had been choosing between back into the bin and said, “The same thing I always do,” not looking at either twin.
“We figured you were gonna say something like that.” Ethan slid his hand across Derek’s shoulder until he was squeezing the back of Derek’s neck. Derek took another deep breath and kept his fangs under wraps by sheer force of will.
“You know you’re a hot commodity, this year more than ever. You’ve got to know that Deucalion's going to chase you again, and I don’t know if you’ve talked to Ennis lately but he’s raring for another chance at you, too.”
“I wasn’t impressed by their attempts before and I doubt this year will change anything,” Derek said through his teeth, trying to twist out of the twins’ hold on him.
“Maybe not if they were working alone.” Ethan tightened his grip on Derek’s neck and pulled Derek closer. “But I’m sure you’ve figured out that Kali and the two of us also want a piece of you, so we’ve all made a bit of a deal. We all work together to catch you, and we all get a piece of you on the full moon. Deucalion and Kali are still hashing out who gets to make the official claim on you after that.”
“It’s probably going to end up in a timeshare, if you know what I mean,” Aiden chuckled. “We have a different deal to offer you, though.”
“If you let us catch you by ourselves,” Ethan continued, “then we don’t have any reason to involve anyone else, yeah?”
“We already know your family doesn’t like us, so there’s no way they’re accepting any offer we make on you.” Aiden’s hand groped up Derek’s back.
“So all you have to do is put out until the Thunder Moon is full and our claim is up. No dealing with Deucalion or Kali or both for the rest of your life.”
“Even you can’t say that’s not a good deal,” Aiden smiled, pressing himself closer to Derek. “What do you say, hm?”
Derek tried to take another calming breath, but air was whistling in and out of his lungs at a furious rate. He turned his head to look Aiden square in the eyes and said, “Fuck. You.”
hey you amazing human beings, can i get an update on omega!derek tag? xx
Heck yeah you can! Here’s a few - Jeep
Rusty Spoons by Poison_Love_Words (38,182 | 12/? | E)
Stiles is beyond reluctant to leave his new omega mate for a meeting with the Lupine . It doesn't help that Derek is making it very tempting to ignore the summons and stay home with him. Add to that some freaky dreams Stiles has been having, and he's about ready to cancel the whole thing. Good thing his beta, Scott, will watch out for Derek and Stiles can go make nice with the scary werewolf leader.
Once he is away things seem fine, other than Derek not returning his calls. That's okay since he's making up for it with some steamy texts. Although, Stiles has a nagging feeling all is not right. One that only grows as he returns home to a situation he could have never imagined.
Knot So Typical by KnottheWolf (4,545 | 1/2 | M)
Sure, Derek has a boyfriend. But he keeps it a secret, not because he's embarrassed he's dating an older Alpha man, but because he knows the moment his sisters find out it'll be hell.
Welcome to Supes! by maybaby34 (30,637 | 11/12 | E)
“That’s the bouncer?” Derek asked, incredulously.
Laura laughed at his expression. “Hey, looks can be deceiving. All the time I’ve been coming here, it’s always been pretty peaceful. I also have a suspicion that everybody keeps the peace because they’re afraid that Stiles will talk them to death if they step out of line.”
Derek shrugged. Who was he to judge? He could scent Stiles from where he was and he smelled human.
“Just think about it though, a human bouncer in a supernatural bar?”
Laura smirked. Derek had the distinct feeling she knew something that he didn’t know. “I’m just sayin’, don’t underestimate him.” she said, cryptically.
Energy's Taking Control by RedRidingStiles (5,164 | 1/1 | E)
“Do you think we could fake our own deaths and run away to Mexico? I have family down there, we could totally do it.” Derek says as he turns his gaze back to the other omega, listening to the coach blow his whistle to end practice.
“Derek, whatever you do, don’t turn around,” Isaac whispers as his eyes go wide. Derek frowns, not listening as Isaac tells him not to look and curses viciously when he does.
“What the fuck! Fuck he should be illegal, I should call his dad and get him arrested for attempted murder, he can’t just do that!” Derek hisses as he feels slick start to soak his underwear. Stiles had stripped off his shirt as the team huddled together, wiping his face with the under armor to rid himself of the sweat that had built on his brow. There were moles dotting his creamy skin that Derek wanted to trace with his tongue, the lean muscle of the sweaty boy’s body doing awful things to Derek’s self-control.
Self-Acceptance by halcyon1993 (6,250 | 1/? | E)
Ashamed of his omega status, Derek has pretended to be an alpha ever since he presented. He looks the part, so no one ever questions it—until a loudmouthed alpha teenager asks to court him and discovers the truth.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, mentions of past: - Relationship, Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Kate Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Laura Hale, Chris Argent, Braeden (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Deputy Haigh
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Omega Derek Hale, Alpha Stiles, Elements of slavery, Food Issues, Starvation/Malnutrition, Masturbation with sex toys, Sex-related trauma, mentions of torture, Derek POV, Implied Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, mentions of rape/non-con, Found Family, Mating Cycles/In Heat
Summary:
All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.
Remembered Perks of Being a Wallflower and my mind went wondering.
Imagine Derek and Stiles get together in highschool. But Derek's three years older, so eventually has to go to college and that's when he gets pregnant.
He is 19 and in sophomore year and Stiles is in senior year, and there might have been suggestions and suspicions that Derek maybe, probably cheated and got pregnant by another college student, because him and Stiles have only slept, like, once in their time as boyfriends. And everyone knows some omegas tend to let loose once they step into college.
Besides, Derek had been complaining to Stiles about this alpha named Kate Argent who has been bugging him and giving him really bad predatory juju.
Derek is hurt that people could think that way about him.
Not like having to tell his younger boyfriend about the pregnancy, or having to tell his parents that he got knocked up after having sex that one time, or having to face all the judgments and hardships of being a young, unmated, pregnant omega was hard enough.
He also has to face the heartbreaking judgement and second-guessing of the people he loved the most and thought knew him the most.
Explicit | 1,910 words | bottom!derek + alpha!Stiles | archive of our own
Summary: The summer internships for alphas at Stilinski Multinational begin, but an Omega named Derek tries to sneak himself into the program, despite not being an alpha. The head boss in change takes notice.
“Welcome to your first day here in the fiery pit of Stilinski Multinational, interns.” Stiles announced, standing arrogantly before a room that was filled to the brim with fifteen bright-faced new summer interns.
Stilinski Multinational specialized in the development of products for the grand werewolf community of the country. The company tasked itself with designing and manufacturing a litany of werewolf products —everything from heat-suppressant medication for blossoming omegas to alcohol that could get even the most powerful alpha drunk off their own ass.
“Consider yourselves extremely lucky. Out of the hundreds and hundreds of internship applicants, you were the lucky fifteen that made the cut.” Stiles chuckled. “There were betas and omegas clamoring for these spots, but they weren’t alphas like the bunch of you.”
Stiles continued through the orientation speech, proudly boasting about the success of his company and how grateful the new alpha interns ought to be for a shot to work at one of the most influential and powerful companies to ever mark the face of the Earth. He drank in the crowd’s applause that followed each of his comments.
Once the speech reached its finish, Stiles led the interns into one last applause. He watched the interns briskly gather up their belongings and file themselves out of the conference room so that they could settle into the cubicles for the rest of the summer. None of them looked particularly enthralled, but none of them looked as though they were ready to run for the exit.
However, as the hoard of fresh alphas walked out of the room, Stiles found himself particularly captivated by one of the interns. There was a man —bearded, with bright green eyes, styled black hair, and a muscular physique that seemed to bulge enticingly through the formal business attire that he was wearing. There was something different about him; something that had captivated Stiles’ attention during the orientation.
Stiles retired to his office and eagerly started to look through the stack of intern applications that had been accepted for the summer internship. He flipped through each of them, casually glancing at the tiny portrait photograph of each applicant that was paper-clipped to the top corner of their application. And eventually, Stiles got to the application for the man who had caught his attention.
Derek Hale. Thirty-three years old. Born in Beacon Hills, California. Alpha….
Everything appeared to checkout. However, Stiles wasn’t quite so sure. There was something about Derek that was different—something that clearly hadn’t been noticed by the company’s panel of application attendants, who had been in-charge of conducting interviews and vetting processes. So, Stiles had his assistant fetch Derek from wherever his summer cubicle was located.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Derek asked, timidly stepping half of his body into the expanse of Stiles’ luxurious office.
“Absolutely.” Stiles called out, motioning with his hand for Derek to spill fully into the office. “Please, shut the door behind you and take a seat.”
Stiles watched closely as Derek followed the directions that had been laid out. He watched how Derek closed the door quietly and then took a seat in one of the two chairs that were placed in front of Stiles’ large office desk for guests. Stiles also took notice at the way that Derek shifted around in the chair and didn’t cross his legs, the way Derek’s eyes glistened bright with water, and how Derek seemed unwilling to speak without being spoken to first.
“First, let me just welcome you to Stilinski Multinational.” Stiles opened, standing up from his chair. He straightened his tie and then walked around to the front of his desk — directly in front of where Derek was seated. “You caught my attention in crowd during orientation…do you have any idea as to why that might be the case, Mr. Hale?”
“No.” Derek responded quickly, seemingly evasive on the subject.
Stiles grabbed Derek’s internship application file from atop the desk, waving it innocently in the air. He cleared his throat. “It says here that you graduated from Beacon Hills University…you’re thirty-three years old…born and raised here in our beautiful city of Beacon Hills…but then we get down to your werewolf status.”
“Alpha?”
“Exactly.” Stiles replied, setting Derek’s application back down. “Except, you’re not an alpha, are you?”
“I am!” Derek defended boldly.
Stiles crossed his arms. “See, I’m an alpha. The people who work in my company are alphas. The interns that were selected from the hundreds and hundreds of applications that we received are all alphas. I know an alpha when I see one…and you, Derek…are not an alpha.”
“You…can’t tell the difference.”
“Alphas are different. We walk different, talk different, express ourselves different. But more notably, we smell different. We smell like power and precision and certainty.” Stiles explained. “But do you want to know what you smell like? Like desperation, uncertainty, submissiveness, and that gorgeous brand of omega slick that I can smell soaking deep into the fabric of the chair you’re sitting on.”
Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands nervously. “I didn’t want to lie…I just wanted to see what it was like to work here—under an alpha.”
“Now, I hope you don’t expect me to just let you stick around—muddying up the air with your pungently sweet omega scent. Alphas are chosen for internships here at my company because alphas are imbued with natural leadership instincts.” Stiles leaned forward. “What does an omega have to offer?”
“I can work just as hard.” Derek explained, rubbing his sweaty palms against the meat of his own thighs—staring up into the searing red of Stiles’ alpha eyes.
“Don’t set yourself up for failure, Mr. Hale.” Stiles scoffed. “An alpha’s talents are unmatched by wolves of lower statues. But that’s not to say that omegas have no uses whatsoever. What are your qualifications? What can you provide to this company?”
The two remained relatively still for a moment, letting the contrasting hues of their werewolf eyes stay connected. And then Derek lurched forward, grappling his fingers onto the sturdy brushed-silver buckle of Stiles’ belt. He unfastened it as quickly as he could, eventually going as far as to tug Stiles’ pants down far enough so that the rigid hardness of his alpha cock was unmistakably visible.
“I can please you.” Derek said, stroking a tight grip around Stiles’ bare cock. “Alphas don’t lay with other alphas, but omegas are not bound to any such rule.”
“Remind me again as to the reason why omegas aren’t restricted from pleasuring alphas.” Stiles suggested, slipping his fingers into the strands of Derek’s soft hair. And as Derek eagerly took the alpha’s length into his mouth, Stiles groaned out. “Ah, now I remember…”
The blowjob was squeeze from the fruit of a sinful heaven. Derek’s lips were soft and his tongue was wicked. Derek took the cock right down to the hilt without an issue. After all, omegas weren’t known for having active gag-reflexes…and Derek was no exception. In fact, he messily slobbered down on Stiles’ massive cock, working his mouth down around every inch, whilst using his hands to stroke and squeeze at the alpha’s shaft.
Regardless of how good it felt, a blowjob wasn’t what Stiles really had in mind when he called Derek into his office. A mouth was nice, sure. Derek’s mouth, in particular, was more than nice. However, Derek was an omega. By nature, he was a living, breathing receptacle for an alpha dick—and had one of the nicest asses to show for it.
“You have a wicked tongue, Hale.” Stiles complemented, tugging Derek off of his cock by the strands of his hair. “But I’m interested in what you have going on below the belt.”
Stiles quickly hoisted Derek up into his arms with a loud grunt, spinning the two of them around, and then laying Derek down atop the corner-edge of his desk. He shucked down Derek’s trousers and boxers, instinctively sucking in the heavy scent of arousal. Stiles felt his skin flush hot and his cock twitch expectantly.
Derek groaned out —spreading his hairy thighs and kicking his legs up into the air. His tanned skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and his eyes refused to dull away from the piercing icy flare of an omega’s blue. As Stiles readied himself, Derek reached down with his hand to prod around at his own hole — shoving two of his fingers into where he was dripping wet.
Stiles grasped one of his hands around his hard cock, prodding it teasingly against Derek’s slick hole. He thrust forward quickly, feeding his dominance into the tight heat of Derek’s inner walls. Stiles could feel Derek’s body completely submit under his touch. It was in his nature.
The desk underneath Derek’s body rattled loudly whilst Stiles pounded into him. Stiles found the level of Derek’s slutty willingness to be extremely enticing. He watched Derek’s broad chest heave with rapid breaths. Stiles took great pleasure in all of the whimpers and moans that he was able to squeeze out of Derek’s body.
Derek kept his body limp under Stiles’ thrusts —entirely addicted to the feeling of Stiles’ large cock carving itself deep into his body. Each and every time that Stiles rammed his large alpha cock into his prostate, Derek felt a bolt of static fizzle its way throughout his body. He watched as his own hardened cock wobbled around in the air and oozed copious amounts of sticky pre-cum, which leaked down his thick shaft.
The squelch of Derek’s wetness seemed to amp up Stiles’ performance. It encouraged him. It pushed him into a rougher and quicker pace, which devastated Derek’s body and mind. But it didn’t matter, because the only thing Stiles genuinely cared about was unloading the fullness of his balls into the depths of the hot omega hole under him.
“Now, you can do better than that, omega.” Stiles huffed, grabbing onto the meat of Derek’s spread thighs.
Derek clenched down onto Stiles’ cock, giving his alpha boss a much tighter sleeve to continue fucking into. Whilst Stiles let out a delighted groan, Derek wildly stroked at his own cock —eagerly chasing an orgasm. Sure, as an omega, he was supposed to put the pleasure of the alpha before his own, but the feeling of Stiles’ cock getting slammed into his prostate was too much.
At once, Derek’s eyes fluttered shut and his steady breathing faltered. He gripped his fist tighter around his erect cock and stroked himself to completion, feeling hot splatters of cum patter down onto the sweat-drenched heat of his bare torso. All the while, Stiles took the abrupt orgasm as initiative to thrust faster.
Stiles roared, flashing his eyes bright red. He stared down to where his cock pounded in and out of Derek’s wet hole, taking great pleasure in the feeling of his girth squeeze into warm tightness. It didn’t take Stiles long before he felt himself orgasm—spilling his alpha cum lewdly into the body of his newest intern. Even as he orgasmed, Stiles’ rhythm refused to falter. It remained controlled and brutal.
“Precious omega—” Stiles breathed, ending his thrusts. He dragged his thumb though the sticky mess of Derek’s release that had settled into the ridges of the omega’s abs. “I have a feeling you’ll gain a great of deal of experience from this internship.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Kate Argent, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Past Relationship(s), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Everyone is a Werewolf, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hand Jobs, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Consent Issues, but only between kate and derek, stiles and derek have enthusiastic consent, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mating Cycles/In Heat, christmas party's are the devil, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Omega Derek Hale, Bottom Derek Hale, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Hale/Top Stiles Stilinski, Extremely Dubious Consent, between kate and derek only
Summary:
Derek needs a date for his company Christmas party to prove to his ex-alpha, Kate, that he is over her. With the help of Issac, Boyd, and Erica (mainly Erica) they find Stiles, the company psychologist and unassuming Alpha. Fake loves turns real when chemistry abounds but will their budding romance survive Kate's psychotic tendencies?
This was a piece written for the Sterek Big Bang 2016.
Kate is a kind of psycho-Alpha who has messed Derek, an omega, up coz he doesnt conform to Omega-stereotypes. He manages to split from her, but then his company is going to have a shared Xmas party with hers and he is freaking out about seeing her.
Some workmates introduce him to Stiles, an alpha, who also defies some of its stereotypes, who agrees to pretend to be Dereks new partner for the party.
Shockingly enough the lads are rather attracted to each other. :D
Prepare for Kate being a loon and Derek having real issues with her. Very angsty, but the sterek stuff is all good.
