Forgot to post this here too!!
I’ve Got A Sure Thing | +11000 word | PG-13 | Derek/Stiles
I accidentally wrote mpreg. And werefox!Stiles. And babyfic.
“You pain-drained me,” Stiles says on a gasp, like how dare he do that without permission, is that even allowed, and then, “do it again.”
“Stiles, I can't—”
“Do it again now, Hale,” he reaches out, twists a fist in the front of Derek’s shirt and yanks him over until they’re nose-to-nose, “or I swear I will gut you a million times and laugh while you scramble to get all your insides back in before you heal.”
Derek frowns at him. His eyes flash blue – blue, what the hell? Derek better not be a murderer, that would be so disappointing – but Stiles doesn’t let go, he can hear the tiny tears in the fabric he’s making along the shoulder seams. Their noses bump, Derek’s eyebrows are telling him to back off, but Stiles knows he can’t do anything here, Stiles is having a baby, that sort of trumps everything.