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[batwynn]

Stiles is not managing the hypocrisy well rn.

(Full page over on Patreon)

[hedwig221b]

PREDATORS

sterek | explicit | 74k | ao3 | playlist

Tags: Alpha Derek, Everybody wants Stiles, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Blood and Gore, Murder, Mpreg (not the focus), Possessive Behavior

Summary: He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles.

And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

[sterekcraptrash]

sketch dump

this time the one that got turned into stone was stiles and derek’s just floating around i guess 

[inter-st]

[mikereads]

Stiles and Derek resting and celebrating fall.

[gruulsmillionkudos]

When Rome's in Ruins (We are the Lions) by Kedreeva

Words: 209,089 | Chapters: 14/14 | Teen Wolf | Sterek

Humankind has turned arena battles between supernatural creatures into its largest form of entertainment. Stiles Stilinski is a well-known warden who comes to arena-fighter Derek Hale to make him an offer.

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Teen Wolf (TV) Season 2, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Stiles Stilinski, Gerald Argent is a dick, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath, Rescue, pain leaching, Jealousy, Jealous Derek Hale, Falling In Love, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale is alpha, Protectiveness, Protective Derek Hale, Protective Stiles Stilinski, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleeping Together, Eventual Happy Ending, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Stiles getting kidnapped by Gerald, Derek getting protective and getting him away.

[distractedducky]

OK... legit questions. how is there not an Ocean's 11 Teen Wolf AU.

Like what the hell!! it writes itself...

The way I see it

Stiles - Ocean

Scott - Rusty

Liam- Linus

Issac - Frank

Erica or Allison depending on how you want to play it - Yen

Danny - Livingston

Lidia - basher

Peter Hale - Ruben

Deaton or the sheriff - Saul

Jackson and Milia/Allison/kira (however you want that energy to fly) - the brothers or in this case brother and sister

Get Bobby in there as the bruiser

and you got yourself a party

If you are wondering who we are robing, oh it's the Agrgent's baby

with Derek as our Julia Roberts and former husband of one Stiles.

you could mix it up a bit if you want to make it a Scott Allison fic or Kira fic but we all know Scott and Stiles are the big two.

I can't write a heist but i will straight up pay someone for this!!

[feelsforsterek]

↪ the bite is a gift

[shipcestuous]

I secretly wish Derek and Casey from life with Derek were blood related lmao it would be a better ship

We're so greedy, lol.

I'm sure there was a very intentional mission to explore stepsibling relationships, but I can't help but with for this, too.

[weirdlybeans]

TW: blood, eyestrain, and gore?

Finally, I finished it! Anyways, this is fanart for one of my favorite writer, @masterwords, based on this fic, the night is young.

This would have been out sooner, but I saw @masterwords post about her Halloween party event and I decided to finish it for this event. So, I hope you enjoy it!

[batwynn]

A Little Red Riding Hood and Wolf au request.

[hedwig221b]

Angel, Ignited

sterek | E | 38k | ao3

tags: Historical, Established Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Spark Stiles, Alpha Derek, Possessive Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between sterek or either of them, Implied/Referenced Incest, Evil Gerard Argent, Murder

Summary:

He was a fool to tell himself he wasn’t thinking of Derek. How could the moon not think of its sun? How, when the light of it — the sight of him — made him yearn to live?

Stiles loved him before. Between their shared breath, upon their touch, after the tender words and giddy smiles, Stiles thought he knew what love was.

He was a fool.

This was love. This was how it felt.

Annihilative. Mournful.

Take all the air from his throat, he would still ask for Derek first.

[u-friend-or-ufo]

Woody! You little scamp! They're wearing their own complementary colours like Puella Magi Madoka Magica or some other magical girl anime. And they have to say a catchphrase to transform. "Roll Up!" Something like that...

[themetaphorgirl]

Psolc prompt - spencer and hotch having a heart to heart about their shitty home lifes.

So this went in a direction that I didn't expect, but I made myself real sad, oops!!

tw for parental abuse

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The funny thing about trauma was that it spilled out when you least expected it.

Hotch liked to think that he’d handled it well. Not that he’d ever gotten to go to therapy or anything, but he’d learned to deal with it. To pack it up in a neat labeled box and set it to the back of his mind, everpresent but out of sight on a daily basis.

Sometimes, though, the lid would rattle and the box would shake open no matter how tightly he packed it up or how far he pushed it back.

He’d never been a deep sleeper, but even a coma patient would have woken from the sound. Someone was yelling and banging on the thin walls of the hall, fists threatening to break through drywall and plaster.

His heart leapt into his throat, no longer beating. Sean, his sleep-addled brain thought wildly. Sean, I have to get Sean.

His baby brother slept down the hall from him. He needed to move fast enough to grab him out of his crib and run to the bathroom. That was always the plan, to hide in the bathroom and lock the door, hiding behind the shower curtain with the fan running to block out the sound of his father screaming. The muscle memory surged in his body, the rapidfire beat of his heart and the cold sweat running down his temples, the ache in his thighs as he crouched himself small and the pressure of Sean’s warm sleeping weight in his arms. 

I have to get him first, I have to get to him first before Dad-

He was out of bed and stumbling to the door when his rational thought caught up to his wild memories. Dad isn’t here, he remembered. Neither is Sean. You’re at school. You’re at school, you moron, you’re fine.

Bile rose in his throat and he fought it down as he opened the door to his room, squinting in the light of the hallway. “What the hell is going on?” he said, hoping his voice sounded firm and authoritative instead of scared and shaking. Half a dozen doors had opened,the other boys in the hall trying to find the source of the commotion.

“I’m looking for Mitchell!” a broad shouldered kid he vaguely recognized from his English class said. “He fucking took my laptop charger and I need it back! I gotta paper due in like five hours!”

Hotch dragged a hand over his face, breathing slow and deep to keep from throwing up. “Mitchell isn’t on this floor, he’s on fifth,” he said. “And that’s no reason to throw a temper tantrum like that during quiet hours. Shut up and go back to your room, and maybe I won’t talk to your RA about this.”

“But-”

“Keep it up, and I’ll talk to Gideon too,” Hotch snapped. “Out. No.”

The kid swore, kicking at the tattered hallway carpet, and trudged away, muttering under his breath. Hotch took another slow, deep breath. “Everybody back to bed, it’s fine,” he said.

He waited for the doors to close one by one, willing his hands to stop shaking and his knees not to wobble. You’re fucking fine, he told himself sternly. That was just some dumbass teenager, not…not him.

He forced himself to walk a circuit down the hall, checking to see that the boys under his watch were settling back down. His heart was still beating far too fast, making him dizzy. He made his strides purposeful, his mouth in a grim line. It was fine. He was in charge. Everyone was safe.

He passed by Derek and Spencer’s room and the door was still open. “Go back to bed, Derek,” he said.

Derek glanced over his shoulder, then back to him. “He’s scared,” he said in a low voice. “I was about to take him to you anyways.”

Hotch reached over Derek’s shoulder and tapped the door open. The light from the hallway slanted into the room, casting shadows over Spencer’s bed and catching his wide hazel eyes in the glow. Even in the dimnness he could see the hunch of the younger boy’s shoulders, the shake in his slight frame, the way his small hands clutched at his heaving chest.

Fight or flight, and he’d choose flight, Hotch thought.

“It’s all right, Bug,” he said. Spencer shrank back. “No, no, it’s me. It’s Aaron. Everything’s fine, it was just a big kid from another floor mad about somebody borrowing his laptop charger. It’s okay.”

A flashback rose in his mind unbidden, of throwing the door to Sean’s nursery open and seeing those big blue eyes, their mother’s eyes, staring up at him in fear as their father shouted and shattered glass in the kitchen below. Hotch swayed a little on his feet, nearly bumping into Derek, and then in a split second he pushed past him, crossing to Spencer’s side of the room in a few quick strides.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, and when he picked up Spencer he remembered picking up Sean, clutching him to his chest and trying to get a good grip on him before he had to run. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

He grabbed Spencer’s blanket and draped it over his head like a protective cloak before carrying him down the hall to his room. Spencer wrapped his arms tight around his neck, burying his face in his shoulder. Hotch could feel his heart thumping wildly against his chest, even fast than his own.

He carried him into his room, closed the door, and switched on the nightstand lamp before settling down on the bed with Spencer on his lap. “You’re okay, Bug,” he murmured. “You’re okay.” He rocked him a little bit. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I’ll make sure of it.”

Spencer clutched the front of his sleep shirt in a death grip, his face pressed into his chest. Hotch adjusted to cradle him better, making sure his blanket was tight and snug around him. “She did that sometimes,” he said, his voice small and soft and wheezing. “When…when she was really…really sick. She would yell and break things and chase after me and-”

Spencer’s voice broke off and Hotch hugged him tighter, pressing his hand to the back of his head. “I know,” he soothed. “I know, baby. But you’re safe now. I’m right here with you. We’re both safer than we’ve ever been.”

He held him close, rocking his slight weight against his chest. It took more than an hour before Spencer dropped into exhausted sleep, his hands loosening their death grip on his shirt. Hotch rested his cheek against his soft hair and stared at the wall in a daze until the first hint of morning light began to peek through the blinds, drifting somewhere between the cozy safe reality of his own bed and the memory of a little boy hiding in the cold ceramic of a drained bathtub, holding his breath until his vision blurred.

[evsipepsi]

STEREK TOP 5

ok, it's difficult but I wanna try and tell you my top 5 sterek fic :) (I have 230 sterek bookmarks so... let's see

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] (17698 words): firefighter AU in which Derek and stiles know each other but at the same time they don't!! very sweet

The Scientific Method (5947 words): Stiles is helping the pack with some experiments, enters Derek. Lol super cute Derek

Love Comes in Spurts (26238 words): AU in which Derek is a porn actor and Scott's brother, enters Stiles and his college experience while being Derek and Scott's roommate

I See Good Things in Your Future (4199 words): The "Fair of Mysticism" is in town, and Madam Sabina insists on giving Stiles and Derek a psychic reading. Together.

Kiss it Better, Kiss it Back Together (3427): Stiles is cursed by a witch to forget the person he loves the most so everyone thinks it's Lydia but it's not and the only way to get the memories back is through a kiss