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Demon AUs

devil don't take a break by whimsicalmeerkat @whimsicalmeerkat Rating: E Words: 24k (ongoing) Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Demons, Werewolves, Crack Treated Seriously, stiles has a tail, it is poorly behaved, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Demon Stiles Stilinski, Masturbation, Tail Kink, POV Multiple Summary:

Stiles would like to say he first realized his best friend had been turned into a werewolf because of his keen powers of observation and knowledge of both Scott and the supernatural world. He prefers for his lies to have a purpose though, so he’s forced to admit that he had no idea what had happened until the moment Scott said, “What the fuck, dude, are you wearing a Halloween costume? Why do you have a tail?” So, roughly 30 seconds ago. ~ Scott turns into a werewolf and finds out Stiles is a demon. He doesn’t take it well. The story proceeds from there.

9/10ths of the Law by tsukinofaerii Rating: T Words: 6.8k Tags: Demons, Supernatural Crossover Summary:

Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he's not a real boy at all.

Werewolf AUs

Salt Water Mixed With Air by ShanaStoryteller Rating: Not Rated Words: 5k Tags: Werewolf!Stiles, Sensory Overload, takes place bw se2 and se3 Summary:

Derek’s eyes are red, Peter’s are blue, his are gold, and Isaac is gone. He understands, of course he does, Scott's life has been completely turned head over heels, and considering that's kind of mostly Stiles's fault, it's not like he can blame Scott for it. So he needs the summer to get his shit together - Stiles has stuff to do too, that's fine. This is kind of a total lie, which is probably why when Peter crawls through his window three weeks in, he bursts out with, "Thank fuck, yes, okay, absolutely," instead of, you know, screaming and crying.

hold my hand (it's a long way down) by Chosenfire Rating: T Words: 3.5k Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mating Bond, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cuddling & Snuggling, Scenting, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Stiles Summary:

Derek has no intention of ever going back to Beacon Hills, but a call from Scott changes that. When he gets there, Derek finds something unexpected.

It's Good to Belong by Myulalie Rating: T Words: 48k Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Pack Beta Derek Hale, Pack Dynamics, Pack Building, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Summary:

Both Scott and Stiles get bitten on that fateful night in the preserve, and their choices differ from then on.

The Alpha to My Alpha by CupcakeGirlA Rating: T Words: 10k Tags: Violence, Alpha Problems, Canon like Violence, Alpha!Stiles, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski Summary:

“Derek will kill you. He’ll tear you limb from limb!” Stiles says, scrambling away from him. The Alpha ambles closer. “No, I don’t think he will,” the Alpha says. “I mean aside from killing a couple of hikers in his territory and doing him this favor, I haven’t really done anything to Hale. Once I’m gone he’ll probably be happy with the gift I’ve left for him.”

Eyes on Fire by Myulalie Rating: T Words: 27k Tags: Post-Season/Series 02 AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Cuddling & Snuggling, Minor Character Death, Mutual Pining, Meddling Peter Hale, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Recreational Drug Use, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, True Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Beta Peter Hale, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Good Peter Hale, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Healthy Relationships Summary:

When a rival pack goes after Scott and his friends, Stiles finds himself caught in the crossfire. With his subsequent turning to haunt him among other nightmares, Stiles has to learn how to control his new abilities and make something of a situation he never wanted for himself, much less with the tensions that linger in Beacon Hills since the awakening of the Nemeton. As he eventually figures out how to be a werewolf, he finally finds common ground with one Derek Hale, catching feelings as he goes. The unexpected alliance might be just what Beacon Hills needs to bring the established werewolf packs together once and for all.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine Rating: T Words: 54k Tags: stiles is a werewolf, alphas have more fun, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Depression, pack puppy pile, werewolf appropriate violence, oblivious boys, for the greater good, Mutual Pining Summary:

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.

Witch AUs

That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia Rating: E Words: 28k Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Practical Magic AU, Magic!Stiles, Single Parent Stiles, Exorcisms, Knotting Summary:

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle. You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night. (Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

household gods by yogurtgun Rating: G Words: 33k Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Werewolves, Witches, BAMF Stiles, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, John Wick is a werewolf, Wakes & Funerals, Family Drama, John Wick has to deal with witches and he's not happy, John Wick's bad bad no good week, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah, and i'm sorry about that Summary:

Helen's instructions were clear: the moment she was gone John was supposes to call her brother in law to help John deal with her loss. However, tied down with work, it's her nephew that makes his way east to New York. Noah’s son, the last time John saw him, was an anxious, jittery, fifteen-year-old who smelled of adderall, axe body spray, and hormones. The man who knocks on his doors that evening looks like him, except somewhere in the last three years Stiles had the time to hit a growth spur then have a truck reverse over him twice.

Red Witch by rootbeer Rating: T Words: 34k Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Hale Fire, Captivity, Prisoner Derek, prisoner Stiles, Red Witch, BAMF Stiles, BAMF Lydia Martin, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Warning: Kate Argent, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Derek Summary:

The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning. Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.

You Only Live Once...or Twice by WonderWolf Rating: E Words: 32k Tags: Alternate Universe, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Necromancer Stiles, Angst, Humor, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Bad Puns, Pining, Laura Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Touch-Starved, Oblivious Stiles, Sick Stiles, Full Shift Werewolves, Wolf Derek, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Casual Sex, Depressed Stiles, themes of depression, Heavy Angst, mixed with humor Summary:

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’. Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—” “I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.” Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.” (Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

and may death find you alive by Renmackree @renmackree Rating: E Words: 61k Tags: Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Necromancer Stiles Stilinski, Kyrkogrim Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Touch-Starved Derek Hale, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, magic is known, Minor Character Death, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Danny Māhealani/Jackson Whittemore, Tattooed Stiles Stilinski, Tattooed Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski Summary:

Necromancer Stiles Stilinski was hired by the small town of Beacon Hills to provide a voice to the dead. Kyrkogrim Derek Hale's soul purpose is to protect the dead from Necromancers like Stiles. Can the two of them find a way to work together to help the dead of Beacon Hills move on?

Derek’s chest glistened from his sweat, the fly of his pants open, exposing a sizable bulge underneath dark boxers. Stiles continued to circle, leaving light touches against Derek’s bare shoulders. he watched Derek’s hips jut up, silently begging for more than the teasing fingertips that lingered on his skin.

Stiles finally stopped between Derek’s spread legs, guiding Derek’s chin to look at him. “what do you want?” Stiles asked in a low tone. Derek’s hips stopped short of a thrust again, a quiet moan escaping his mouth, and the sound of rope fibers stretching against the tension.

“touch me,” Derek pleaded, his gorgeous green eyes wide and dilated. Stiles guided his thumb gently across Derek’s lips, softly pushing until Derek opened his mouth to suck. Stiles hummed, smirking down at his mate, “i will, i promise.”

when they first played around with ropes, Stiles was a little hesitant, fully worried that it’d be too traumatic for Derek. he had even told Derek that he didn’t mind being tied up instead, finding that it kind of turned him on too — his arms and hands bound as Derek fucked him senseless. but then Derek kept asking, assuring and reassuring Stiles that he’d be fine. Stiles finally asked why and Derek told him truthfully, “because i trust you, because i love you, because i know you love me too and you’d never hurt me — not like she did.”

since then, Stiles felt more confident tying Derek down. he’d practice and practice, studying knot techniques and aftercare tips. he’d look into the best kinds of ropes, the safest kinds of ropes. most of all, he always made sure he never went too far, crossing Derek’s boundaries or ruining his trust. plus, turns out he likes how pretty red rope looks against Derek’s body.

Derek let out a loud enough exhale through his nose, bringing Stiles back to the present. “be patient, puppy. i wanna take my time with you,” Stiles told him with a light chuckle. he sauntered over to their bedside table where everything was already prepared; towels, scissors, snacks and water, ointments (cause you never know - even though Derek can heal, rope burns are still a bitch), a few toys just in case, and body oils.

Stiles grabbed at one of the oils, returning back to Derek and hovering over him. he landed a few kisses against Derek’s lips before pulling away. he made his start rubbing at Derek’s shoulders again, lightly scratching his nails down Derek’s hairy chest. he moved further down, his fingertips grazing against spasming abs, stopping just at Derek’s pants. Stiles looked up at Derek, his eyes focused before saying, “remind me.” a breath escapes Derek before he responds, “stop and go.” “tell me,” Stiles requested. “go” Derek consented.

Stiles gave a few tugs of Derek’s slacks and underwear, just far enough to see his mate’s dick spring free. Stiles sheepishly smiled to himself at the sight, no clue as to why. he’d seen Derek naked about a thousand times at this point. he’d been around and on it so many times and yet it still kept Stiles awed and amazed. Derek’s dick was a little more than above average for sure, girthy, uncut, curved with a small amount of veins traveling up and down the shaft. it made Stiles’ mouth water every time, but tonight was made for different plans and Stiles knew he’d get to be face to face with it plenty of other times.

Derek’s hips jumped once more and Stiles narrowed his eyes up at him. “don’t rush me,” Stiles threatened, “otherwise, neither of us will get what we want.” “sorry,” Derek whispered. Stiles nodded, standing to kiss Derek at his forehead before reminding him about patience.

Stiles grabbed the oil from where he set it down, pumping a few dime sized drops and warming it in his hands. kneeling back between Derek’s legs, he reached out with a gentle touch to start, watching Derek’s body jolt at the sudden feeling. Stiles stroked in slow motions, letting Derek ease into his touch before upping the pace. one hand massaged at Derek’s balls, the other still working a steady speed.

Stiles kept his eyes on Derek the entire time, speaking sweet words to him as Derek’s body continued to twitch and writhe. “you’re so good, puppy,” Stiles told him, “fucking perfect for me.” the talking didn’t stop, and neither did the twist of Stiles’ hand. he placed pressure in points that drew out moans from Derek, his thumb swiping ever so firmly against the head of Derek’s cock, retracting foreskin to watch beads of precome drip down. soon enough, Stiles would speed up the movements, both hands now massaging and pulling at the length. Derek’s head would throw back, soft grunts and groans leaving his lips, quiet whimpers and moans that made Stiles’ own dick jump in his pants.

“please, please-“ Derek would faintly cry, his breath shaky, body trembling. “what do you want, baby?” Stiles asks again. when Derek doesn’t respond, only biting his lip and making more soft noises, Stiles orders Derek to look at him, hands abruptly stopping. Derek practically growls, his head snapping back up, eyes wide and pleading for relief. but Stiles wants Derek to use his words, wants to hear him clear and concise. “i want to come,” Derek finally responds. Stiles smiles, only teasing his hand at the base of Derek’s dick to say, “maybe try asking.”

Derek groans, his arms flexing against the ropes. “can i come?” Derek asks and Stiles tisks. “you can ask better than that, i know you can. let me hear you,” Stiles taunts. he does another light rub against the shaft, seeing Derek’s eyes flutter shut. Derek’s adam’s apple bobs, licking his lips before begging to come with lots of “please” and pretty eyes Stiles can’t say no to (at least not now; but he’s sure he’d derive much pleasure from telling Derek no someday and withholding). so Stiles strokes again, faster, with a little more pressure, watching Derek’s orgasm build up inside of him.

the chair creaks as Derek wriggles against it, soft breaths turning heavy, his eyes clenched shut but mouth open as expletives roll past his soft, pink lips. Derek’s shoulders stretch against the ropes, Stiles seeing hints of red marks fade in and out as Derek’s chest heaves. his whole body strains as ropes of Derek’s come land across Stiles’ own black shirt, the muscles in Derek’s thighs tensing almost with every pulse. Derek grunts as the last of it spills out of him, Stiles only stopping when he knows Derek’s overly sensitive, his body going slack against the chair. Stiles can’t help but to smile to himself, proud of his accomplishments of making Derek lose control in this way.

Stiles stands, wiping at the mess on his shirt with a single finger, sucking at the covered digit. he repeats the slow swipe of his shirt, this time feeding it to Derek, telling him how good he tastes. Derek moans around the finger just as Stiles slowly pulls it right back out. “you did so good, puppy,” Stiles whispers, leaning over to press his lips against Derek’s. he grabs at Derek’s chin, reinforcing the kiss with nips and tongue. Derek purrs into it, chasing after more with his own mouth when Stiles teasingly pulls back out and in with short pecks.

Derek groans as Stiles pulls back completely, going for the scissors and bottled water. he walks behind Derek, snipping intentionally at parts of the rope he wants to keep. Derek shakes his arms loose when he’s finally free from the ropes. “can you stand?” Stiles asks as he hands Derek the water, his eyes focused on where rope burns are fading back to Derek’s usual color. Derek stands easily as he grins behind his sips of water, now hovering over Stiles.

it’s like a sudden shift, a snap of the fingers when they’re done where Stiles remembers, ‘oh yeah, Derek’s the alpha here’. it’s still fun to roleplay as the dominant one from time to time, Stiles thinks, loving that Derek even allows this, wants this.

he smiles softly up at his mate, planting another kiss on Derek’s lips before leading them to their bed; Stiles giving himself the reminder to clean up that whole mess later. right now, he focuses back on Derek. he cleans Derek off with one of the wet towels, drying him off with the other after. Stiles strips from his own clothes, making a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself off before reemerging with clean sweats he had already on standby.

they dress and fall into the mattress, Derek pulling Stiles against his chest, inhaling at the nape of his neck. “okay?” Derek asks, his voice low and already full of sleep. Stiles smiles, wiggling his hips until he’s in his comfortable spoon position, “i’m great. you?” Derek answers by kissing the back of Stiles’ neck and squeezing him a little tighter in his arms.

Stiles hums, contented with Derek wrapped around him. he knows Derek asked him if he was okay because he didn’t come, but Stiles honestly felt great. truly feeling happy and satiated just from giving his mate pleasure just from his touch alone. and he knows Derek will make up for Stiles’ lack of orgasm sooner rather than later.

he wriggles lightly again in Derek’s arms, figuring the wolf was already sound asleep behind him. Stiles lets out a pleased sigh, his own eyes beginning to close.