#crime boss stiles stilinski

[sapphireginger]

Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,821

Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Summary:

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

Created For: @anyfandomaubingo​ / Square Filled: 1940s AU

New York City, New York - 1947

Senator Stiles Stilinski, known to the darker side as Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos, stepped into the prestigious bar known as Hades Inferno. It was founded by a man named Hayes. It was an establishment only available to a select clientele. You had to be someone, and you had to know someone to get an in. Well, Stiles, Mieszko, was definitely someone and he knew someone. So, he had gotten an in ages ago from the owner himself. The owner was an older man whose looks were not to be trusted. He may have looked older, but he was the strongest man that Mieszko had ever met. His name was Zeno. He was an interesting, but private man.

Mieszko had often gotten a private look at the man's collection of books. He had spent hours reading mythology and lore books when he wasn't running his organization. The bar was a safe haven for the crime boss and that was where he found himself tonight.

✦•🥃•✦

Mieszko needed a drink. Yep. He needed to get sloshed and that was what he was doing. Not even an hour ago he caught his fiancé in bed, with one of his men—his now ex-fiancé’s bodyguard—named Jayme. He wanted to make them pay as soon as he saw them together, but he resisted—barely—and merely ordered them to leave. So, really, he didn��t physically do anything except kick them out. Well, he didn’t do anything physically to his ex-fiancé but to Jayme? Well, he was swimming with the fishes as they say. Mieszko smirked at that memory.

He stayed to make sure they both really did leave his home. He may or may not have also broken his ex's finger to get his ring back. Not that he needed to do such a thing but well it was only a finger. He could’ve broken her leg. It wasn't exactly surprising that she was cheating on him. They hadn't had sex in about as long as he found out they’ve been together. He couldn't help the fact that he worked a lot and therefore he didn’t always feel up to it. If she was in need of it, he didn't know as she never asked. He had all these plans and was going to share them with her after they got married. He was going to fucking bring her in on everything. 

Normally, Mieszko would be out on the floor dancing with a pretty girl or entertaining himself with a lovely young thing sitting on his lap, but tonight he just sipped his whiskey, in silence. His hand idly played with a lighter in his pocket as he sat in the shadows. The weight of his gun in his side holster and the knife on his belt grounded him. They reminded him of who and what he was. 

✦•🥃•✦

It was around midnight that a hand gently brushed against his upper arm to get his attention. A young lady with long raven curls and bright green eyes smiled at him. Her clothes weren't as fancy as the girls he had found alluring in the past, but it didn't matter to him. She was gorgeous, her clothes aside.

They got to talking and Mieszko was both surprised and not that they seemed to instantly click. It was more surprising to him that she wasn't shy. He was pleased that she hadn't shown any hesitance or fear in approaching him either. He knew the kind of aura he gave off and it pleased him to no end that she wasn’t deterred by it.

While they were not stumbling drunk, they were pretty buzzed. He left with her house phone number, although he considered asking for more. There was something about her that had him wanting to take her home and ravish her until all she remembers was his name. However, they just met, and he could be a patient man. Sometimes. Yes, he could be patient, especially when it was something he wanted, and he wanted her. He was sure he would hear from her soon.

✦•🥃•✦

He was right. They called each other quite a lot, though he couldn't always answer when she phoned him. He did try to pick up every time if he could. He wasn't ready for her to know everything just yet and couldn't risk answering during a meeting or when he was around his frenemies.

His quick answering of the phone and the almost smile on his face when he did, caused murmurs to go through his organization, spreading like wildfire. He didn't care as long as they minded their own business. They all knew what happened to Jayme. So, they kept their mouths shut. 

Mostly they were thrilled that he had his eye on someone again. Mieszko did indeed have his eye on someone. Her name was Persephone, and she made him feel much younger than his thirty years. For their first serious date they headed to a restaurant that Mieszko had a share of under his name. Not that she was aware of that of course.

Mieszko was a politician, a senator to be precise, and had to work all day to make sure everything was taken care of. That way he wouldn’t have to worry about it and could just enjoy their evening together. When he told her he would be working a little later than he planned, she suggested meeting him there. He agreed. 

✦•🥃•✦

When they arrived, she took his arm, curling her hand over his bicep that he may or may not have flexed to show off. As expected, the line was long, but he was Mr. Gajos. So, he was immediately taken to a table once the manager saw him. Dinner was wonderful and Mieszko was captivated by this young woman.

She was extremely smart, observant and drop dead gorgeous. She was very promising as a significant other. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was wearing a short lavender dress and black Mary Janes with her hair in a twisted shoulder braid. 

He himself was outfitted in a long sleeved, lavender button up with a black vest over it and a suit jacket over top of that. The suit jacket was now hanging on the back of his chair having found a home there halfway through their meal. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing toned forearms sporting a light dusting of dark hair. He had on black slacks that paired well with his shoes and tie. As they eat, he noticed her gaze raking over him over and over again. A primal part of him preened at the approval he saw in her eyes.

✦•🥃•✦

It had been a long time since he had been out with a pretty young thing. With his ex he was monogamous—or so he thought—for about a year at least. His ex was very demanding about where they went, what they wore, who saw them, how much they spent and—Speak of the she-devil and she shall appear. 

Sasha walked into the building and sashayed over to their table, apparently trying to hide the splint around her finger. She was wearing a blood red dress that gave Mieszko ideas that were not of a sexual nature. Mieszko had to take a drink to keep his smile from showing. 

As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

The look Sasha gave Persephone had him feeling protective and made his hackles rise. He was not expecting her to flirt but he also wouldn’t be shocked if she did. They’d had a conversation about their inclinations when it came to sex, when they got together.

Mieszko knew that Sasha being attracted to both men and women didn't necessarily mean that she would get flirty with his date. He had known for a while that she was into both men and women. He promised not to say anything to anyone, but he was tempted to out her right now. If he did, she would be shunned. The idea was very appealing to him and would serve her right.

However, the words she proceeded to seductively impart into Persephone’s ear were obscene. Mieszko hated how uncomfortable Persephone looked, though he also noticed a fire sparking in her eyes. He could feel the tension building and shivered at the want rising inside him. There was something about Persephone, something other and he couldn't wait to find out what it was, assuming she didn't decide they were better off as strangers.

✦•🥃•✦

It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.” 

She simply turned to look at him with a quirked brow and smirked. This side of her was what had originally drawn him in. It was different when it was being directed at him and when he knew what she was really like. “You never would stop calling me that.”

“It’s a nickname that���”

“That you gave me,” she sneered. “You couldn’t use just my name like everyone else. You just had to stick out like an eyesore.” She rolled her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder, popping her hip to the side, her arms crossed over her chest. That was another thing she did to gain attention. Her chest was average in size, and she loved pushing them up and out when crossing her arms. He internally rolled his eyes at her shallowness. Of course, he wasn't super deep either, but he had more to him than she did that was for sure. 

Mieszko was really tempted to point his gun between her eyes. The cold metal always felt good in his hand and his mind would be silent, his thoughts focused on his target and his target alone. When he held his gun, he was in control, cool, calm and collected. He was Mieczyslaw Gajos, and he was deadly.

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.” 

He froze, cold fury sweeping through him, as Sasha laughed cruelly. “Awwww. Looks like someone found a pretty little dolled up floozy to pay attention to them huh? How sweet!” she mocked him with a wink. Her eyes flicked to his date. “Well? You hate it, I’m sure. So, tell him. Tell him you hate it.”

Mieszko swallowed thickly, hating how he let her get away with this. He wasn't planning to waste any more time on her, but he would deal with her if he needed to. In fact, perhaps he would have her tongue. Here he was just trying to have a nice dinner with this young woman who was pretty much his ideal partner in every way and Sasha was sabotaging it. He should’ve gone with his first instinct when he found her with one of his men. If he had, Sasha would be dead, and he'd have Persephone home in his bed.

“Actually, it’s adorable,” Posy said, taking his hand under the table and giving it a squeeze. “Persephone is a family name passed down from generation to generation to the women deserving of it. My brother and my father used to call me Posy when I was growing up. When Mieszko started using it, I felt like the puzzle piece I had been missing fit perfectly. It clicked like he and I clicked,” Persephone said with a soft smile as she met his heated gaze with heat in her own eyes. 

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Mieszko blushed crimson, humiliation churning in his gut. He was the one who instilled fear in the hearts of men and women alike. He didn't care what they thought so long as they didn't get in his way, but for Sasha to throw around such blatant lies and slander, her intention of course to defame him, was where he drew a line. How was she getting to him? He was the Mieczyslaw Gajos, and she was just a little gold digging whore. The way she talked about his cock was ridiculous. He was definitely above average by quite a lot. 

Plenty of men and women had been unable to walk the next morning because of how good he fucked them. It was interesting that she used to crave being stuffed full by his cock only to decide that little Jayme—who was at least three inches shorter—could serve her better.

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more. 

Mieszko pretended to pay attention to her endless yammering, even as he subtly made eye contact with the manager who nodded his understanding. “Stop,” he said, voice low but firm. Really, it was a warning. She was lucky he hadn't done more than warn her, that she was even getting a warning, but it was a warning she of course refused heed. Either she didn't hear the warning disguised in his tone or she didn't care.

Her comments got even more cruel, cutting, biting and downright degrading. Everything he did or said while they were together and some things he didn’t were being laid out for Persephone and the rest of the establishment to hear. 

✦•🥃•✦

The other patrons had various expressions in their faces, ranging from annoyance, disgust, disapproval, and anger. Others exhibited an air of sympathy toward him and Posy. He even saw a few people who were looking at Sasha as if she was insane. Of course, the ones bearing an expression questioning her sanity were his men. They knew who and what he was. Sasha didn't have any idea and it was going to cost her, most likely she'd pay with her life. She would have found out who he was and what he did if they had gotten married, but Mieszko was really fucking glad they didn’t. 

He felt the desire to maim someone growing ever enticing. Persephone doesn’t deserve to be treated in such a way and that was the nail in Sasha's coffin. People just continued to stare at them. It made him furious, and his hand twitched as if to grab his gun or perhaps his knife. He did think her crimson dress would look even better bloody. 

As he went to stand to put an end to her tirade, he noticed Persephone making a fist, her knuckles white as snow from how hard she was clenching them. She was shaking and she looked pissed. Mieszko didn't want her getting even more upset. It was taking everything in him not to land a killing blow as it was.

It had been an amazing date before his ex had made an appearance. Posy made him feel like it was safe to love again. He had never loved Sasha. The last person he remembered loving was his mother and she had died not more than a decade ago. His mother would have loved Persephone, of that, he was sure. He was sad that he wouldn't be getting another date with her. Then again, he too would probably turn and run away from this if he were her or not, considering who he was and what he did.

He told his ex to back off and she towered over him easily since he remained seated. She wasn't as intimidating as she thought she was, but he did really wish he was standing. Instead of doing so however, he simply took another bite of his dinner. The meal was excellent, and he really needed to come again soon.

It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that. 

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her. 

She tried goading him and then Persephone has had enough. She shoved her chair back, standing from her seat. Mieszko noticed that Sasha flinched at Posy's actions. The room felt darker suddenly and the chill he felt resonated deep within him setting fire to his core. He had to subtly adjust himself and had eyes only for Posy as she said, “Hey! Listen up you evil manipulative disgusting bitch!” 

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched. 

Said woman smirked. “You better watch it! This man is a-fucking-mazing. He is everything that I have ever wanted. Just because you’re regretting something or missing daddy’s money doesn’t mean you get to waltz in here, act like a whiny bitchy whore and expect us to just sit here and take it.”

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized. 

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night. 

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away. 

They went home together, his place, and ended up in his bedroom, bare beneath the sheets. It was just as phenomenal as he had imagined it would be. She was stunning and he was going to find a way to make her his.

✦•🥃•✦

It was just after one in the morning when Mieszko tore himself away from watching the gorgeous woman as she slept. He slipped silently out of bed and changed back into his date outfit. Before leaving the room, he kissed her forehead, whispering a promise to come back to her.

"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

✦•🥃•✦

An hour later, his driver pulled up to what looked like a sweet innocent little home in the country, at least from the outside. He smirked evilly at such a naive thought. This home was the antithesis of innocent. It was perfect for what he had planned though. 

Downstairs, tied up with mascara stained cheeks was pretty little Sasha. Her eyes widened when she saw him and he couldn't help the scoff, hiding his amusement. The look she gave him was ridiculous and sad. She looked at him as though he would save her from what was to come. Of course, he would be doing no such thing. He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck as he rolled his shoulders. 

Amber eyes darkened as he stepped up to the table. “You know even though I have all the makings of the perfect surgeon, I prefer to use my anatomy knowledge for more personal projects.” His lips curled into a vicious smile, no sign of anything other than the darkness of his soul.

She flinched back from him as he approached her with a sharp scalpel in his hand. He traced the blade down her cheek and then down her throat. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, sweetheart. I’m so disappointed.”

She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her. 

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“Sorry for what? Hm?” he hummed, the blade resting at the column of her throat. He could practically see the skin bathed in crimson, but he had always been a patient man when it counted. It would pair beautifully with her dress when he did finally spill it. Perhaps if she had worn any other color, he wouldn't have been picturing this for hours.

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face. 

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

She looked at him as though he had betrayed her. Fuck that. “Let's discuss strike one. You earned your first strike when you stole my money. If you wanted or needed my money, all you had to do was come to me and ask for it.”

He nicked her other cheek near her jawline. “Then of course we have strike two. You earned your second strike when you slept with one of my men. If you were unsatisfied, you should have come to me. We both know how much you craved my cock and yet you went to him.”

The scalpel pressed against her jugular, and he loved the way she trembles with terror. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow without pressing further against the blade. “Last, we have strike three. You earned your third strike when you went after my girl. You’re the one who betrayed me. You spread your legs for him like a hussy and did so more than once, yet you the audacity to show up and cause a scene. I was surprised that Posy snapped back at you, but I was also thrilled.” He sent her a cruel grin., his smile all teeth and very much the predator he had always been. “She has more of a backbone than you’ve ever had.”

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat. 

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment. 

✦•🥃•✦

As her eyes grew hazy, he recounted her transgressions: the money she stole, the number of times she had sex with Jayme and then started needling at her confidence. He smirked as he told her what everyone must have thought of her tonight. He called her names and then humiliated her like she tried to humiliate him. He unlike her, knew exactly where to hit to break her.

When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing. 

“You would have had everything. I would have given you everything. You would have had me and now…” He trailed off, clicking his tongue and tsking at her. His lips were pulled into a pout. He knew how it made his mouth look even more tempting. He was amused how despite being close to death, she managed to lick her lips at the sight. “Now everything is what you lost, and now you have nothing. You are nothing.”

When his hand stroked her hair in a gesture of empty comfort, she pushed into the contact with a whimper. Then and only then, did he finally smile at her. She tried to smile back but couldn't and her face was almost ghostly white now. 

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said. 

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could. 

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation. 

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything. 

✦•🥃•✦

Long fingers without a speck of blood on them—despite blood being everywhere else—wrapped around her throat. His hand squeezed the pale column harder and tighter, most likely and hopefully leaving bruises behind. 

She didn't struggle, couldn't as she believed this was what she deserved. She smiled as the light was snuffed out of her eyes and the last of her tears slipped down her cheeks. Her expression was serene and peaceful. Mieszko did so love bringing people to this place of mind break. Between the body and the mind, he preferred to break the mind. It didn't take much to make them think what he wanted was what they wanted. It was an art that he had perfected as he easily rose to power. 

“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him. 

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees. 

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously. 

He had to adjust himself as he watched the cement pour, and the blood drain. He shivered as the water flooded the building and groaned at the fire that lit up his car windows when his driver drove away. The explosion nearly had him cumming then and there. He had sent a tip in to his contact in the government about a terrorist attack. After all, the scene would exhibit the signature of a well known terrorist group. Not that anyone needed to know that the terrorist group didn’t actually exist.

✦•🥃•✦

When he arrived back at his house, there was a light on. He stilled in the entryway, concerned that Persephone was awake and had and noticed his absence. So, he stilled, his ears alert for anything out of the ordinary. However, upon ascending the stairs, he found Posy still sound asleep though now she was lying on her back, the sheets leaving very little to the imagination. His eyes flicked to the side, and he sighed in relief. It was just the bathroom light illuminating the darkness of second floor.

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite. 

Mieszko knew she couldn't see or smell the blood on his hands and therefore, she couldn't possibly know what he had done but the soap suds trailing down his body gave him a sense of purification. The soap was washing the torture away, taking some of the stain on his soul away with it as it swirled down the drain.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again. 

She always knew when not to push him. She was incredibly smart, observant and calculating. Mieszko was sure that if he didn't tell her, she would figure it out on her own. It was another reason he was torn. He wanted to see her the moment understanding hit her, the moment the realization dawned on her face. He wanted to see her eyes alight with unconditional acceptance of who he was and what he did. Telling her now though, would enable him to gauge her emotions about things and deal with it if need be.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary. 

For now, he wouldn't make a decision about anything important in regard to this gorgeous woman. For now, he would give her all of himself—all of himself that he could give—and hoped that when she finally glimpsed the evil darkness of the devil under his mask, that she would embrace it, embrace him. He hoped that she would embrace all of it instead of fearing it and fearing him. By Zeus, he would be hers and all she had to do was be his.

[winchquinn]

Hi everyone! I took a break from taking on new roleplay partners, but now I’m open to taking on a few more!

I will give you:

An incredibly patient 30-year-old partner who likes to plot and chat

Plots that are a mix of romance/humor/angst/drama

Any balance of plot to nsfw that you want

Discord-based roleplays (add me there as winchquinn)

Please give me:

A partner who is 18+ and also likes to contribute to the plot & actually reads my pairings & AU ideas (though please feel free to suggest your own!!)

Characters that are over 18+

Lazy-lit posts (I used to go for novellas but I am craving 1-3 paragraph posts, more for intros)

Canon characters

What I’m craving more than anything is taking canon characters and shoving them into AUs, whether other fandoms or just other AU settings.

Pairings/Fandoms

My preferred character in italics. If neither is italicized, I’ll play either!

The Kingsman

• Eggsy Unwin / Harry Hart

Marvel

• Peter Parker / Tony Stark

• Peter Parker / Bucky Barnes

• Peter Parker / Wade Wilson

• Eddie Brock / Venom

• Tony Stark / Stephen Strange

• Loki / Thor

• Loki / Mobius

Sherlock (BBC)

• John Watson / Sherlock

Supernatural

• Dean Winchester / Castiel

• Dean Winchester / Sam Winchester

• Gabriel / Sam Winchester

• Dean Winchester / Castiel / Sam Winchester / Gabriel

Teen Wolf

• Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale

What We Do in the Shadows

• Guillermo De La Cruz / Nandor the Relentless

AU Settings

• The Hunger Games

• The Last of Us

• Harry Potter (where Hogwarts is university-age or they’re professors)

• Place them in one of the fandoms above

• Crime boss / undercover cop

• College roommates

• Creature / hunter

• Escort / client

• Famous / body guard

Word Bank

• Misunderstandings

• Jealousy/Possessiveness

• Enemies/rivals to lovers

• Unhealthy codependencies

• Near death experiences

• Sneaking around

[sterek-ao3feed]

Just A Game

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56714137

by Hedwig221b

“Don’t worry, kitten,” he smiled widely at Stiles who now stood with his fingers touching his abused lips. Derek couldn’t wait to feel them wrap around his dick. “I’ll be home soon. Get yourself ready for me.”

The gold on Stiles’ ring finger shined in the streetlights as he nodded. He sucked on his bloody lip — god, Stiles would never realize how much of a tease he was — and folded his arms around himself.

He would wait, Derek knew it. Even if they convicted him or if it took years, Stiles would wait.

He would never lie with another. He would never let anyone close.

Words: 1839, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Organized Crime, Mafia Boss Derek Hale, Possessive Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, Rated For Violence, Everybody Wants Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Relationship, Public Display of Affection, Werewolf Mates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56714137

[stereknation]

Howlin' For You by Lenore 

Summary: A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

Rating: Explicit 

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski 

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Mystery, Crimes & Criminals, First Time, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Protectiveness, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Not Werewolves, Case Fic, DramaAction/Adventure

Words: 33,050

Chapters: 1/1

[christinesficrecs]

Hi!! Do you have any fic recs where derek is completely head over heels for stiles from the very beginning?? Like completely in love and smitten ♡ it can be AUs or teen wolf universe ♡

Well, I might know a few. ❤️

Derek's Epic Love Story by arrowofcarnations | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale is good at getting what he wants. Unfortunately, what he wants now is Stiles Stilinski, who doesn't exactly seem to be in the mood for his shit.

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire | 46K | Explicit

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

Sidequest by bleep0bleep | 11.4K

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles' dad thinks Derek is Stiles' boyfriend. Well. It could be worse.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW | 5K

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

Put Out the Fire (but not the one in my heart) by omelet | 2.8K

Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

I Intend to be Independently Blue by Loz | 21.7K | Mature

Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn't been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he's been messing with this system, and doesn't even know. Also, there's a wendigo.

sing me a song, piano man by bleep0bleep | 2.2K

Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis | 3K

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell | 35.4K | Mature

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) by Nokomis 17.5K

Everyone falls magically in love with Stiles. Well, except for Derek, who is suspiciously immune.

Wet T-Shirts For Charity by LadyDrace | 2.4K

Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural | 4.3K | Explicit

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

[mostlikelyshutup]

tagged by @emily-prentits (listen i know you tagged me two days ago we're not talking about thank youuuuu)

last song: this is how a heart breaks by rob thomas and if i was listening to the rob thomas radio thats no one's business

fav color: green, we know it we love it, we mess with shades and still love every one

last book: i am 40% of the way through 77 shadow street by dean koontz and its so creepy but also very good

last movie: i have no clue but probably something with @horsetailcurlers2 the last one i though about watching was airplane! and the holiday (according to hulu is was monster inside which is a documentary about mckamy manor and i did not finish it bc mckamy manor freaks me the fuck out)

last tv show: once again probably with @horsetailcurlers2 and it was probably our weird 2006 show about a fruity family

sweet/savory/spicy: savory, too much sweet is bad bad bad and spicy i like but i cant handle bc im white

relationship status: single dears

last thing i searched: candle warmer, im looking for christmas gifts

current obsession: planning out gifts for my friends atm, i love being mischievous about bringing joy to my friends

looking forward to: the fact i get out early from work next wednesday

fav drink: rn? water, i love water so much yall, i also just found a bakery near my work with amazing hot chocolate

song playing 24/7: i havent been listening to music at work lately because ive been sitting with my team and dont want to miss what they say lmao, but i heard rob thomas on the train yesterday and have been loving it

current fav character: im back in a teen wolf phase, so my friend my bestie my little guy stiles stilinski is on the top of my mind

fun activity you would like to get into: listen dude i wanna bake and write and make art and im so so tired every single day

last video game: phone games count and it was exominer

last comic/graphic novel: school bus graveyard!!! so so good and i need to catch up, the one i have open on my laptop all the time is https://www.wildelifecomic.com/comic and you can see the trend i have in the media i enjoy

no pressure tagging: (once again jo tagged me two days ago and i havent been on here like at all so if youve done this sorry) @horsetailcurlers2 @crime-wives @knifebucket @coratatum @kidbabygodforsakenmess @secret-mafia-boss @shortangrybisexual @neatloaf and anyone else who wants to! tag me tag me tag me!!!!!

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Mob Mafia Syndicate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49623400 by Model_citizen Stiles visibly grimaces, shaking his head at the offer. “I don’t smoke. If I die, I’d rather not make it a slow and suffering one.” Derek eyes Stiles with mirth tugging at the corners of his lips. He looks him up and down and Stiles feels suddenly warm under his gaze. Stiles takes off his jacket, the man standing beside Derek doesn’t miss a beat and takes it from him, holding it in his own arms as he sits back down in his own respective seat. Derek leans back closer to Stiles, taking another puff and blowing it away. “I forgot. You’re the treasure of the Stilinski family.” Derek chuckles, taking in another puff, then a swig of his drink. “What is it that they call you? Scabi, scarb sca-” “Skarbie.” Stiles interrupts, annoyed as he looks down at his watch on his wrist. He has forty minutes left and he absolutely wants to gouge his eyes out right now. “Right.” Derek eyes Stiles, up and down, then downs his drink, slamming it on a table next to him. He doesn’t even ask, and another drink replaces the one he just finishes. Derek sees that Stiles’ hands are empty and waves at someone to get Stiles a drink. Words: 6489, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Talia Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Peter Hale, Kate Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Deucalion (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Italian Mafia, Polish Mafia, Polish Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Speaks Polish, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Attempted Kidnapping, Enemies to Lovers, fuck buddies, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Hate Sex, Organized Crime, morally dubious Noah Stilinski, Noah is called szef or boss, Noah’s nickname is ‘the sheriff’, Murder, Violence read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49623400

[ascottywrites]

Of Mafia Dons and Morally Grey Areas

a.k.a the Teen Wolf Mafia 

Howl by littlefrog1025 (Complete: 24/24| 121,377) --Sterek 

A wolf pack is surprisingly a lot like a mafia family...

Hand of the Devil by shiny_starlight (one-shot| 14,669) --Sterek 

For years, Hale and his family had escaped justice, but the day of reckoning had come. His comfortable life was about to come crashing down about his ears and Adrian was going to relish every single second of it.

Mob!AU. Derek is the head of the Hale Family, and Detective Adrian Harris is determined to bring him to justice, whatever means necessary.

Warning: Contains past!non-cannonical character death and non graphic description of injuries. Contains cannon character death.

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles (one-shot| 10,089) --Sterek

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth. The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles. Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles, Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal. He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Guns and Bow Ties by LunaRaven09040 (Complete: 21/21| 84,398) --Sterek 

The Hale Family Crime Syndicate is one of the most well known and dangerous in the world. Stiles has been obsessed with them since he was a kid, but after his mom died and he moved away, he forgot about them.

Now he is a detective, working out of Portland on run of the mill cases. When he gets a lead on the Hale Family, he is determined to chase it down.

Derek Hale is the enforcer and heir of the Hale Family, an ancient old werewolf pack with ties to every part of society there is. He is in charge of making problems disappear and ensuring they don't come back. But as an Alpha and heir to the family, he needs a mate. One that is loyal to his pack and everything they stand for.

Stiles can never be that, but he also never expected their world to be so complicated. Especially when it's wrapped up in his feelings and his past. Even the goddamn bow ties are involved.

[ezzydean]

“No offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey” - Stilinski family feels

some more shenanigans linked to this prompt

under a cut cause it’s just over 1k and has some grown up language in it

click here to read on my blog and not the dash

“No offense meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey.”

“You trusted me to marry your son and not actively murder his annoying ass.  But you don’t trust me to carve the turkey?”

“Yes.  That is one hundred percent correct, Jackson.”

Jackson stares at his father-in-law for a few seconds.  He doesn’t need to be a supernatural creature to know that Noah is completely serious right now.  Because Noah’s ‘serious face’ is almost exactly the same as Stiles’ ‘serious face’ and Jackson gets stuck seeing that face quite a bit actually.  Stiles is much more serious than most people give him credit for.

Jackson frowns.  “You may not have meant any offense but that hurts, Sheriff.”

“Don’t make that pouting face at me, son.”  Noah leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest.  "I raised Stiles, live with Chris, and am dating Peter.  That face hasn’t worked on me for years.  Plus, you know…”

Laughter rings out from the living room and Jackson rolls his eyes.

“Derek,” he and Noah say together.

Derek’s pouting face is a work of art and Jackson gives Noah credit for putting up with Derek and that face for so long.  Jackson is just about to say as much when Peter strolls into the kitchen.

“Noah.  Your son is hitting on me again.”

“You say that like it doesn’t feed your ego to be considered, what did he call you the other day?  DILF material?”

“Oh my God, Dad!”  Stiles stumbles into the kitchen.  “Never say that again.  That’s just.  No.  Bad Dad.  Bad Sheriff.”

“What’s that?”  Noah meets Jackson’s gaze and winks at him.  “You don’t think Peter is a DILF?”

Jackson rolls his eyes, presses a kiss to Stiles’ temple, and wanders off to find of the less chaotic members of this screwy family.  Not that he has a lot of options considering Derek and Boyd are in the living room with Erica, the rest of the girls are in the backyard, and Isaac and Danny are just finally pulling into the driveway.

Apparently his best option is to go sit in Noah’s office upstairs with Chris and hope for the best.  It’s not hiding if his step-father-in-law is doing it too, right?

-

“We really should have added a Stiles contingency plan when we discussed your employment package.”

Jordan looks up from his cribbage game with Chris and gives Peter a questioning look.

“I mean.  That sounds your oversight, Boss.”

“He’s not wrong, Peter,” Chris agrees.  “You’ve known Stiles for years.  You know the kind of shit he gets into.  I’m sure you knew better.”

“Yes, well.  I may have been slightly distracted when I was finalizing Jackson’s contract.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  Chris makes a shooing motion at Peter.  “Noah on his knees sucking your dick is a distracting thing.”

“I still maintain that he slipped and fell and my dick magnanimously caught him.”

“That is… way more information than I ever needed out of you.  I need to go bleach my brain.”

Jackson pushes away from the desk with a sigh.  He’s already lost the game anyway.  Chris is ten points away from finishing and judging by the two cards he’s put down he’s got more than enough points to fly across the finish line.

-

Stiles collapses onto the porch and snuggles against Jackson’s side until Jackson drops his arm over Stiles’ shoulder and pulls him even closer.

“Isaac and I were thinking—”

“Well that’s terrifying.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later, babe.”  

Stiles grins at him.  “Anyway.  We were thinking about taking on some different kinds of cases.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not ‘crime solving’ if I have to bail your asses out of jail every other week?”

“At least once more, Mr. Whittemore-Stilinski, as always.”

“Sap.”

“Says the man who busts me out of jail every other week.”

“I do wonder why sometimes.”

“You do it because you love me,” Stiles singsongs.

“Yeah, yeah.  Lord only knows why.”  Jackson lets out a long breath and shifts so he can look up at the starry sky.  “I’ve been told I have questionable taste before.”

“You have awesome taste.  You married me!”  Jackson snorts.  “Seriously!”  Stiles twists his face into an offended looking frown that has Jackson snickering before giving into the full blown laughter bubbling up in his chest when Stiles tries to keep a straight face.  And fails epically.

“You realize,” Jackson says when they calm down, “that we, and this entire family of ours, is a therapist’s wet dream.  Right?”

Stiles scoffs.  “What?”

“Your little crush on your dad’s boyfriend.”

“Like you wouldn’t drop to your knees for Derek in a heartbeat.”

“That is totally beside the point.”

“Except, you know, it’s not.  Face it, Jax.  With the exception of you I am totally into older dudes.”

“So.  Your dad’s husband and their boyfriend.”

“Yes.”

“So.  Much.  Therapy.  Needed.”

“Also yes.”

Jackson sighs.  “You—”

“If you say I have daddy issues I will not disagree with you per se but I may punch you in the dick.”

“Duly noted.”  Jackson looks up at the sky for a few breaths and once he feels Stiles relax against him he says, “You have daddy issues.”

Stiles goes completely still against his side and Jackson can practically feel the way Stiles’ emotions bubble up under his skin.

“Here comes the consequences of your actions, Jackson.”

Jackson pushes Stiles away from him and leaps to his feet.  “Come and get me,” he calls over his shoulder as Stiles launches off the porch after him.

-

Noah stares down at him and Jackson considers covering his face back up with the pillow.  Not that it would help anything.  But then at least he wouldn’t have to see Noah’s ‘are you serious right now’ look.

“Was it worth it?”

Jackson snorts and then winces at the pull of muscles.  “Totally worth it,” he answers honestly.  “Stiles is always worth it.  Even when he kicks my ass for being a dick.”

“You boys,” Noah says fondly.  He pats Jackson’s knee.  “Budge up and share the couch, son.”

Jackson falls back asleep to the sound of whatever game is on TV and Chris, Peter, and Stiles bickering in the kitchen as they clean up from dinner.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hii! do u know any fics where derek is wanted by the law and stiles is the fbi guy that has to arrest him??

Yeah!

Untitled Sterek White Collar AU by raimykeller

(1/1 I 543 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is an FBI agent in the white collar crimes division. Derek is a white collar criminal who becomes Agent Stiliniski's consultant in order to get out of prison. Shenanigans are bound to ensue.

Headline news by Nival_Vixen

(3/3 I 3,652 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles receives an anniversary present from Derek.

The Demonstration by surpriseknock

(5/11 I 11,748 I Explicit I Sterek)

FBI agent Stiles Stilinski is tasked to infiltrate a cult led by Derek Hale.

Getting in is easy enough, escaping with mind and body intact is a different story.

Bad Liar by Red_Flame_2000

(12/? I 14,461 I Explicit i Sterek)

In a world were there's no supernatural, you are labelled on your sixteen birthday with Alpha/Beta/Omega, and with that you are also labelled with Dom or Sub.

Stiles Stilinski is an Omega Sub FBI agent (who pretends for his own sake to be an Alpha), who's been in charge of the mission. Omega's are found death in alleys, with no evidence other then a triskelion Stiles has to find out who kills them. Add then Mob Boss Alpha Dom Derek Hale, who's back at Beacon Hills after fifteen years and all hell breaks loose.

Will Stiles find the killer or will he be the next victim?

This is the story behind one-shot: "Trust me darlin'.

An Introduction to Supernatural Entities by EucratesBrice

(8/? I 38,891 I Mature I Sterek)

The name proudly sitting atop the FBI's most wanted list for crimes of murder, espionage, treason, fraud, and the rest of the Penal Code is Derek Hale. He's the most elusive criminal, winding in and out of cities and countries before anyone can even catch a second glance of him. For nearly half of his life, Agent Whittemore has been desperately trying to track him and pin him down. Then Derek Hale strolls into a underfunded police station in Belleville, Kansas, and Jackson Whittemore is faced with the job of offering him immunity so that the notorious mafia boss can work as an asset with his tactical A- team. There's just one condition; Hale will only speak to one single FBI agent, Stiles Stilinski.

[sapphireginger]

Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing/Characters: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags/Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Word Count: 4,821

Bingo Square: @anyfandomdarkbingo​​ - Square: Symphorophilia

Summary:

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

New York City, New York - 1947

Senator Stiles Stilinski, known to the darker side as Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos, stepped into the prestigious bar known as Hades Inferno. It was founded by a man named Hayes. It was an establishment only available to a select clientele. You had to be someone, and you had to know someone to get an in. Well, Stiles, Mieszko, was definitely someone and he knew someone. So, he had gotten an in ages ago from the owner himself. The owner was an older man whose looks were not to be trusted. He may have looked older, but he was the strongest man that Mieszko had ever met. His name was Zeno. He was an interesting, but private man.

Mieszko had often gotten a private look at the man's collection of books. He had spent hours reading mythology and lore books when he wasn't running his organization. The bar was a safe haven for the crime boss and that was where he found himself tonight.

✦•🥃•✦

Mieszko needed a drink. Yep. He needed to get sloshed and that was what he was doing. Not even an hour ago he caught his fiancé in bed, with one of his men—his now ex-fiancé’s bodyguard—named Jayme. He wanted to make them pay as soon as he saw them together, but he resisted—barely—and merely ordered them to leave. So, really, he didn’t physically do anything except kick them out. Well, he didn’t do anything physically to his ex-fiancé but to Jayme? Well, he was swimming with the fishes as they say. Mieszko smirked at that memory.

He stayed to make sure they both really did leave his home. He may or may not have also broken his ex's finger to get his ring back. Not that he needed to do such a thing but well it was only a finger. He could’ve broken her leg. It wasn't exactly surprising that she was cheating on him. They hadn't had sex in about as long as he found out they’ve been together. He couldn't help the fact that he worked a lot and therefore he didn’t always feel up to it. If she was in need of it, he didn't know as she never asked. He had all these plans and was going to share them with her after they got married. He was going to fucking bring her in on everything. 

Normally, Mieszko would be out on the floor dancing with a pretty girl or entertaining himself with a lovely young thing sitting on his lap, but tonight he just sipped his whiskey, in silence. His hand idly played with a lighter in his pocket as he sat in the shadows. The weight of his gun in his side holster and the knife on his belt grounded him. They reminded him of who and what he was. 

✦•🥃•✦

It was around midnight that a hand gently brushed against his upper arm to get his attention. A young lady with long raven curls and bright green eyes smiled at him. Her clothes weren't as fancy as the girls he had found alluring in the past, but it didn't matter to him. She was gorgeous, her clothes aside.

They got to talking and Mieszko was both surprised and not that they seemed to instantly click. It was more surprising to him that she wasn't shy. He was pleased that she hadn't shown any hesitance or fear in approaching him either. He knew the kind of aura he gave off and it pleased him to no end that she wasn’t deterred by it.

While they were not stumbling drunk, they were pretty buzzed. He left with her house phone number, although he considered asking for more. There was something about her that had him wanting to take her home and ravish her until all she remembers was his name. However, they just met, and he could be a patient man. Sometimes. Yes, he could be patient, especially when it was something he wanted, and he wanted her. He was sure he would hear from her soon.

✦•🥃•✦

He was right. They called each other quite a lot, though he couldn't always answer when she phoned him. He did try to pick up every time if he could. He wasn't ready for her to know everything just yet and couldn't risk answering during a meeting or when he was around his frenemies.

His quick answering of the phone and the almost smile on his face when he did, caused murmurs to go through his organization, spreading like wildfire. He didn't care as long as they minded their own business. They all knew what happened to Jayme. So, they kept their mouths shut. 

Mostly they were thrilled that he had his eye on someone again. Mieszko did indeed have his eye on someone. Her name was Persephone, and she made him feel much younger than his thirty years. For their first serious date they headed to a restaurant that Mieszko had a share of under his name. Not that she was aware of that of course.

Mieszko was a politician, a senator to be precise, and had to work all day to make sure everything was taken care of. That way he wouldn’t have to worry about it and could just enjoy their evening together. When he told her he would be working a little later than he planned, she suggested meeting him there. He agreed. 

✦•🥃•✦

When they arrived, she took his arm, curling her hand over his bicep that he may or may not have flexed to show off. As expected, the line was long, but he was Mr. Gajos. So, he was immediately taken to a table once the manager saw him. Dinner was wonderful and Mieszko was captivated by this young woman.

She was extremely smart, observant and drop dead gorgeous. She was very promising as a significant other. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was wearing a short lavender dress and black Mary Janes with her hair in a twisted shoulder braid. 

He himself was outfitted in a long sleeved, lavender button up with a black vest over it and a suit jacket over top of that. The suit jacket was now hanging on the back of his chair having found a home there halfway through their meal. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing toned forearms sporting a light dusting of dark hair. He had on black slacks that paired well with his shoes and tie. As they eat, he noticed her gaze raking over him over and over again. A primal part of him preened at the approval he saw in her eyes.

✦•🥃•✦

It had been a long time since he had been out with a pretty young thing. With his ex he was monogamous—or so he thought—for about a year at least. His ex was very demanding about where they went, what they wore, who saw them, how much they spent and—Speak of the she-devil and she shall appear. 

Sasha walked into the building and sashayed over to their table, apparently trying to hide the splint around her finger. She was wearing a blood red dress that gave Mieszko ideas that were not of a sexual nature. Mieszko had to take a drink to keep his smile from showing. 

As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

The look Sasha gave Persephone had him feeling protective and made his hackles rise. He was not expecting her to flirt but he also wouldn’t be shocked if she did. They’d had a conversation about their inclinations when it came to sex, when they got together.

Mieszko knew that Sasha being attracted to both men and women didn't necessarily mean that she would get flirty with his date. He had known for a while that she was into both men and women. He promised not to say anything to anyone, but he was tempted to out her right now. If he did, she would be shunned. The idea was very appealing to him and would serve her right.

However, the words she proceeded to seductively impart into Persephone’s ear were obscene. Mieszko hated how uncomfortable Persephone looked, though he also noticed a fire sparking in her eyes. He could feel the tension building and shivered at the want rising inside him. There was something about Persephone, something other and he couldn't wait to find out what it was, assuming she didn't decide they were better off as strangers.

✦•🥃•✦

It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.” 

She simply turned to look at him with a quirked brow and smirked. This side of her was what had originally drawn him in. It was different when it was being directed at him and when he knew what she was really like. “You never would stop calling me that.”

“It’s a nickname that—”

“That you gave me,” she sneered. “You couldn’t use just my name like everyone else. You just had to stick out like an eyesore.” She rolled her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder, popping her hip to the side, her arms crossed over her chest. That was another thing she did to gain attention. Her chest was average in size, and she loved pushing them up and out when crossing her arms. He internally rolled his eyes at her shallowness. Of course, he wasn't super deep either, but he had more to him than she did that was for sure. 

Mieszko was really tempted to point his gun between her eyes. The cold metal always felt good in his hand and his mind would be silent, his thoughts focused on his target and his target alone. When he held his gun, he was in control, cool, calm and collected. He was Mieczyslaw Gajos, and he was deadly.

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.” 

He froze, cold fury sweeping through him, as Sasha laughed cruelly. “Awwww. Looks like someone found a pretty little dolled up floozy to pay attention to them huh? How sweet!” she mocked him with a wink. Her eyes flicked to his date. “Well? You hate it, I’m sure. So, tell him. Tell him you hate it.”

Mieszko swallowed thickly, hating how he let her get away with this. He wasn't planning to waste any more time on her, but he would deal with her if he needed to. In fact, perhaps he would have her tongue. Here he was just trying to have a nice dinner with this young woman who was pretty much his ideal partner in every way and Sasha was sabotaging it. He should’ve gone with his first instinct when he found her with one of his men. If he had, Sasha would be dead, and he'd have Persephone home in his bed.

“Actually, it’s adorable,” Posy said, taking his hand under the table and giving it a squeeze. “Persephone is a family name passed down from generation to generation to the women deserving of it. My brother and my father used to call me Posy when I was growing up. When Mieszko started using it, I felt like the puzzle piece I had been missing fit perfectly. It clicked like he and I clicked,” Persephone said with a soft smile as she met his heated gaze with heat in her own eyes. 

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Mieszko blushed crimson, humiliation churning in his gut. He was the one who instilled fear in the hearts of men and women alike. He didn't care what they thought so long as they didn't get in his way, but for Sasha to throw around such blatant lies and slander, her intention of course to defame him, was where he drew a line. How was she getting to him? He was the Mieczyslaw Gajos, and she was just a little gold digging whore. The way she talked about his cock was ridiculous. He was definitely above average by quite a lot. 

Plenty of men and women had been unable to walk the next morning because of how good he fucked them. It was interesting that she used to crave being stuffed full by his cock only to decide that little Jayme—who was at least three inches shorter—could serve her better.

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more. 

Mieszko pretended to pay attention to her endless yammering, even as he subtly made eye contact with the manager who nodded his understanding. “Stop,” he said, voice low but firm. Really, it was a warning. She was lucky he hadn't done more than warn her, that she was even getting a warning, but it was a warning she of course refused heed. Either she didn't hear the warning disguised in his tone or she didn't care.

Her comments got even more cruel, cutting, biting and downright degrading. Everything he did or said while they were together and some things he didn’t were being laid out for Persephone and the rest of the establishment to hear. 

✦•🥃•✦

The other patrons had various expressions in their faces, ranging from annoyance, disgust, disapproval, and anger. Others exhibited an air of sympathy toward him and Posy. He even saw a few people who were looking at Sasha as if she was insane. Of course, the ones bearing an expression questioning her sanity were his men. They knew who and what he was. Sasha didn't have any idea and it was going to cost her, most likely she'd pay with her life. She would have found out who he was and what he did if they had gotten married, but Mieszko was really fucking glad they didn’t. 

He felt the desire to maim someone growing ever enticing. Persephone doesn’t deserve to be treated in such a way and that was the nail in Sasha's coffin. People just continued to stare at them. It made him furious, and his hand twitched as if to grab his gun or perhaps his knife. He did think her crimson dress would look even better bloody. 

As he went to stand to put an end to her tirade, he noticed Persephone making a fist, her knuckles white as snow from how hard she was clenching them. She was shaking and she looked pissed. Mieszko didn't want her getting even more upset. It was taking everything in him not to land a killing blow as it was.

It had been an amazing date before his ex had made an appearance. Posy made him feel like it was safe to love again. He had never loved Sasha. The last person he remembered loving was his mother and she had died not more than a decade ago. His mother would have loved Persephone, of that, he was sure. He was sad that he wouldn't be getting another date with her. Then again, he too would probably turn and run away from this if he were her or not, considering who he was and what he did.

He told his ex to back off and she towered over him easily since he remained seated. She wasn't as intimidating as she thought she was, but he did really wish he was standing. Instead of doing so however, he simply took another bite of his dinner. The meal was excellent, and he really needed to come again soon.

It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that. 

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her. 

She tried goading him and then Persephone has had enough. She shoved her chair back, standing from her seat. Mieszko noticed that Sasha flinched at Posy's actions. The room felt darker suddenly and the chill he felt resonated deep within him setting fire to his core. He had to subtly adjust himself and had eyes only for Posy as she said, “Hey! Listen up you evil manipulative disgusting bitch!” 

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched. 

Said woman smirked. “You better watch it! This man is a-fucking-mazing. He is everything that I have ever wanted. Just because you’re regretting something or missing daddy’s money doesn’t mean you get to waltz in here, act like a whiny bitchy whore and expect us to just sit here and take it.”

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized. 

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night. 

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away. 

They went home together, his place, and ended up in his bedroom, bare beneath the sheets. It was just as phenomenal as he had imagined it would be. She was stunning and he was going to find a way to make her his.

✦•🥃•✦

It was just after one in the morning when Mieszko tore himself away from watching the gorgeous woman as she slept. He slipped silently out of bed and changed back into his date outfit. Before leaving the room, he kissed her forehead, whispering a promise to come back to her.

"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

✦•🥃•✦

An hour later, his driver pulled up to what looked like a sweet innocent little home in the country, at least from the outside. He smirked evilly at such a naive thought. This home was the antithesis of innocent. It was perfect for what he had planned though. 

Downstairs, tied up with mascara stained cheeks was pretty little Sasha. Her eyes widened when she saw him and he couldn't help the scoff, hiding his amusement. The look she gave him was ridiculous and sad. She looked at him as though he would save her from what was to come. Of course, he would be doing no such thing. He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck as he rolled his shoulders. 

Amber eyes darkened as he stepped up to the table. “You know even though I have all the makings of the perfect surgeon, I prefer to use my anatomy knowledge for more  personal  projects.” His lips curled into a vicious smile, no sign of anything other than the darkness of his soul.

She flinched back from him as he approached her with a sharp scalpel in his hand. He traced the blade down her cheek and then down her throat. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, sweetheart. I’m so disappointed.”

She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her. 

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“Sorry for what? Hm?” he hummed, the blade resting at the column of her throat. He could practically see the skin bathed in crimson, but he had always been a patient man when it counted. It would pair beautifully with her dress when he did finally spill it. Perhaps if she had worn any other color, he wouldn't have been picturing this for hours.

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face. 

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

She looked at him as though he had betrayed her. Fuck that. “Let's discuss strike one. You earned your first strike when you stole my money. If you wanted or needed my money, all you had to do was come to me and ask for it.”

He nicked her other cheek near her jawline. “Then of course we have strike two. You earned your second strike when you slept with one of my men. If you were unsatisfied, you should have come to me. We both know how much you craved my cock and yet you went to him.”

The scalpel pressed against her jugular, and he loved the way she trembles with terror. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow without pressing further against the blade. “Last, we have strike three. You earned your third strike when you went after my girl. You’re the one who betrayed me. You spread your legs for him like a hussy and did so more than once, yet you the audacity to show up and cause a scene. I was surprised that Posy snapped back at you, but I was also thrilled.” He sent her a cruel grin., his smile all teeth and very much the predator he had always been. “She has more of a backbone than you’ve ever had.”

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat. 

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment. 

✦•🥃•✦

As her eyes grew hazy, he recounted her transgressions: the money she stole, the number of times she had sex with Jayme and then started needling at her confidence. He smirked as he told her what everyone must have thought of her tonight. He called her names and then humiliated her like she tried to humiliate him. He unlike her, knew exactly where to hit to break her.

When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing. 

“You would have had everything. I would have given you everything. You would have had me and now…” He trailed off, clicking his tongue and tsking at her. His lips were pulled into a pout. He knew how it made his mouth look even more tempting. He was amused how despite being close to death, she managed to lick her lips at the sight. “Now everything is what you lost, and now you have nothing. You are nothing.”

When his hand stroked her hair in a gesture of empty comfort, she pushed into the contact with a whimper. Then and only then, did he finally smile at her. She tried to smile back but couldn't and her face was almost ghostly white now. 

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said. 

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could. 

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation. 

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything. 

✦•🥃•✦

Long fingers without a speck of blood on them—despite blood being everywhere else—wrapped around her throat. His hand squeezed the pale column harder and tighter, most likely and hopefully leaving bruises behind. 

She didn't struggle, couldn't as she believed this was what she deserved. She smiled as the light was snuffed out of her eyes and the last of her tears slipped down her cheeks. Her expression was serene and peaceful. Mieszko did so love bringing people to this place of mind break. Between the body and the mind, he preferred to break the mind. It didn't take much to make them think what he wanted was what they wanted. It was an art that he had perfected as he easily rose to power. 

“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him. 

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees. 

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously. 

He had to adjust himself as he watched the cement pour, and the blood drain. He shivered as the water flooded the building and groaned at the fire that lit up his car windows when his driver drove away. The explosion nearly had him cumming then and there. He had sent a tip in to his contact in the government about a terrorist attack. After all, the scene would exhibit the signature of a well known terrorist group. Not that anyone needed to know that the terrorist group didn’t actually exist.

✦•🥃•✦

When he arrived back at his house, there was a light on. He stilled in the entryway, concerned that Persephone was awake and had and noticed his absence. So, he stilled, his ears alert for anything out of the ordinary. However, upon ascending the stairs, he found Posy still sound asleep though now she was lying on her back, the sheets leaving very little to the imagination. His eyes flicked to the side, and he sighed in relief. It was just the bathroom light illuminating the darkness of second floor.

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite. 

Mieszko knew she couldn't see or smell the blood on his hands and therefore, she couldn't possibly know what he had done but the soap suds trailing down his body gave him a sense of purification. The soap was washing the torture away, taking some of the stain on his soul away with it as it swirled down the drain.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again. 

She always knew when not to push him. She was incredibly smart, observant and calculating. Mieszko was sure that if he didn't tell her, she would figure it out on her own. It was another reason he was torn. He wanted to see her the moment understanding hit her, the moment the realization dawned on her face. He wanted to see her eyes alight with unconditional acceptance of who he was and what he did. Telling her now though, would enable him to gauge her emotions about things and deal with it if need be.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary. 

For now, he wouldn't make a decision about anything important in regard to this gorgeous woman. For now, he would give her all of himself—all of himself that he could give—and hoped that when she finally glimpsed the evil darkness of the devil under his mask, that she would embrace it, embrace him. He hoped that she would embrace all of it instead of fearing it and fearing him. By Zeus, he would be hers and all she had to do was be his.

[sterekficrecs]

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Derek Hale is a small town detective working on a string of murders when his boss decides to turn to the FBI for help. They send their newest, and most eager, consultant-22 year old, Stiles Stilinski.

Derek’s pissed. He’s been working on this case for months and the last thing he needs is some clumsy kid coming in and messing everything up.

Stiles is looking to crack his first case, but the stubborn ass of a detective-who Stiles is also pretty sure only became a detective in the first place because he got lost on his way to a modeling gig-is doing everything in his power to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Cue the sarcastic remarks and innaproprate boners (“seriously, you two? This is a crime scene!”)

For @isthatbloodonhisshirt , who convinced me to take the leap and make a gifset based on one of my own ideas. I love you infinitely, Ten!

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Theo Raeken, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Laura Hale Additional Tags: I beg you not to tar and feather me, I also implore you to read the notes and tags, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, stockholm syndrome kinda, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Kidnapping, and yeah, Organized Crime, Domestic Violence?, im trying to tag every thing 🥺, Secret Relationship Summary:

It becomes clear after that first week that Derek is a glorified fucking babysitter for a mentally damaged and emotionally stunted omega. He had signed on to be a bodyguard and an enforcer - that’s his fucking pedigree. He does the dirty work. He buries the fucking bodies. He beats people who don’t pay his boss on time and he does it with glee, enjoys the feeling of bloody knuckles and he likes to fight. That’s what he does.

Now, he spends the vast majority of his time following around a head case. It’s almost demoralizing.

[christinesficrecs]

Law enforcement Sterek 💜

Unmapped by Jerakeen | 11.3K | Explicit

Stiles can never leave a good mystery alone.

Uncover the Endless Hours by BarlowGirl | 15K | Mature

The one where Stiles is a cop and Derek doesn't sleep.

The Road to Self-Actualization Is Littered with F-Bombs by blue_fjords | 24.8K | Mature

It's Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he's got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples' retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It's the world's most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Pack Up; Don't Stray by the_deep_magic | 55.2K | Explicit 

Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

Noteworthy by DLanaDHZ | 12.3K

Stiles and Derek share a desk at the station but work different shifts. Stiles is messy and Derek is very neat, which seems to work out fine... until the day the first passive aggressive sticky note is left on the desk telling Stiles to clean up. One note turns into two turns into two hundred as both officers become increasingly interested in their desk partner.

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz | 31.6K | Explicit

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Just Act Normal by zosofi | 78.6K | Explicit 

If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.

Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.

Howlin' For You by Lenore | 33K | Explicit

A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

Hostage in Love by allyarra | 6K

The one where Derek is a SWAT officer and Stiles is the newest hostage negotiator.

Glazed and Confused by wishingonalightningbolt | 13.7K | Explicit

Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he's been fairly lucky, since he's never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while.

And then all of that changes.

gave your smile to me by Sarageek16 | 4.7K

In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.

Fucked Up People (Cling Together) by linksofmemories_archive | 15K

“Can we stop at a non-fast food restaurant?” Stiles asked. “Like a place where we sit down and they take our order and then bring us the food?”

“Sounds like a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“I know,” Derek said. “I was kidding.”

flint & tinder by grimm | 43.5K | Explicit

Casting spells, chasing monsters, wooing your coworkers and fucking them in their offices - it's all in a day's work for Stiles Stilinski.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleepobleep | 32.8K | Explicit

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."

Deputy Derek Hale, Alpha by eldee | 12.6K | Explicit

Deputy Derek Hale has recently become an alpha, and that changes things for him. Now that he's back after a leave of absence, he's hoping to get what he and Stiles had almost-started back on track. The thing is, it seems Stiles is going through some changes of his own and Derek's not sure how he fits.

Darling It Is No Joke by thehoyden | 13.2K | Explicit

The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

CSI: Beacon Hills by Jerakeen | 8.2K

Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn't have a crime lab, because they simply didn't need one. Those were the days.

Cherrybomb by the_deep_magic | 13.1K | Explicit

Stiles is yanked up to his feet so fast that his world spins and his shoulder aches and he’s a second from screaming police brutality! when he gets a good look at the cop’s face.

Holy shit. Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.

Ain't Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found | 51K | Mature

Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

[mostlikelyshutup]

10 characters, 10 fandoms

Rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms and tag ten people :D

tagged by @emily-prentits (i love this but also my brain is mush so im def gonna miss some or not be able to think of ten lmao) (actually i realized these are all men so im gonna do two and the second is just my favorite woman) (if its already a woman im doing another woman)

steve harrington (stranger things) (woman: robin buckley)

stiles stilinski (teen wolf) (woman: allison argent)

jason todd (batman) (woman: cassandra cain)

arya stark (or sansa tbh i love her as well) (game of thrones) (i know i said women but i love gendry so much its bonkers, hes a girl to me)

eliot waugh (the magicians) (julia wicker)

sam mcdonald (ginger snaps) (ginger snaps fitzgerald)

ezekiel jones (the librarians) (i love cassie so much and also eve i love them both i cannot choose)

zuko (atla) (katara, toph, suki, im not choosing) (oh my god i keep thinking of women from this show and i love them all like wtf) (this show is perfect though so maybe i shouldnt be surprised)

percy jackson (pjo) (clarisse la rue)

crystal palace surname von hoverkraft (dbda) (jenny the butcher)

taggies: @horsetailcurlers2 @crime-wives @knifebucket @coratatum @shortangrybisexual @secret-mafia-boss @knifebucket @kidbabygodforsakenmess and anyone else i forgot ive done four of these in a row after like twelve hours in boston doing stupid work

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

A Second Chance at Life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49719034 by DaoOfGay 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. Words: 2796, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 65 of (Maybe) One Shots Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Claudia Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Accidental Drug Use, Dubious Consent, Time Travel, Second Chances, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Boss Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Pregnant Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Misunderstandings, Organized Crime, Stiles Stilinski Needs a Hug, Protective Stiles Stilinski, Past Dubious Consent Between Kate Argent and Derek Hale, Drugged Sex, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Bad Parent Claudia Stilinski, Enemies to Lovers, Lonely Stiles Stilinski, Partner Betrayal, Single Parent Stiles Stilinski, not really enemies, Possessive Derek Hale, Forced Marriage read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49719034