A Blind Engagement
Lady Stiles, Omega of Beacon prepares for his political marriage to the Alpha Hale
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✨*Beams Bride Stiles into your brain* @hedwig221b
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A Blind Engagement
Lady Stiles, Omega of Beacon prepares for his political marriage to the Alpha Hale
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✨*Beams Bride Stiles into your brain* @hedwig221b
if any of you saw this on monday no you didn't
ANYWAY sterek (wip) wednesday
based on this meme
DIVINE
sterek | E | 7,3k | ao3
Tags: Historical; Alternate Universe – Medieval; Kidnapping; Paganism; Evil Gerard Argent; Non-Consensual Touching; Threats of Rape/Non-Con; no actual non-con; Creepy Gerard Argent; Full Shift Werewolves; Sех in Full Shift Werewolf Form (Teen Wolf); Dubious Consent; Somnophilia; consent is dubious bc Stiles is asleep; Boypussy Stiles Stilinski; Knotting; Voyeurism; as in derek's pack of wolves watches them; Implied Future Mpreg; I make it sound like it's all smut when it's not; Blood and Violence; Murder; Pack Alpha Derek Hale; Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
TOP 12 TEEN WOLF SHIPS (as voted by my followers) 10. Erica Reyes & Vernon Boyd → “I only had one friend.”
historical setting and scenting being so intimate for werewolves...
Derek catches Stiles' hand as he walks past and presses Stiles' wrist to his nose. Stiles looks away, all red because it's so scandalous and inappropriate, and he wants it so bad... Stiles jumps the minute he hears someone's steps, but Derek doesn't let go, and his touch lingers in deep yearning. At last, he lets Stiles' fingers slip from his, but he looks at it as if Stiles tore Derek's heart away
Yeah his ass is not listening
i wanted to draw some meaningless cute fluffy sterek cuddle and look what happened to it *sob-sob*
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derek has glorious arms and wrists and things and oops, this got done before bed
Hey staff I don’t want to fuckingbe forced to interact with every ad that takes up the entire screen and makes it impossible to scroll without opening some random fucking ad link. I’m gonna kill myself if you don’t figure it out
Stiles Stilinski - S01E01 - Wolf Moon
Every Stiles Scene Ever
please someone help derek
been watching dateline all day and this particular episode that i haven’t been paying attention to 1000% has me wanting Stiles leaving his drug dealing, mob tied husband and finding Derek who appears to be a seemingly nice and normal guy.
Derek who’s sweet, funny, adorable in his glasses, great in bed, and owns a cutesy little shop. but when Stiles’ ex husband starts showing up again, he becomes suspicious of Derek who asks Stiles if he wants him to “take care of it.”
Stiles had at first scoffed, looked at Derek in complete confusion because, “what do you mean take care of it? what are you gonna do?” like sure, Derek’s got a great body, but Stiles has never seen Derek get in a fight. he’s never even seen Derek do so much as raise his voice or squash a bug.
Derek gives a nonchalant shrug and says, “don’t worry about it; i’m just gonna talk to them, is all.”
and when Derek comes back to Stiles’ apartment a day later, he tells Stiles that the talk went well and he won’t have to worry about his ex again. Stiles still doesn’t know what Derek means… until a week later Stiles watches the news and sees his ex is “missing.”
:3 and once again, that’s all i got. that’s the extent of my brain power.
Erica ambushed Derek with a hairbrush for a microphone
Erica: quick! What's your favourite thing about Stiles? Go!
There were so many things he could've said. His tenacity. His sense of humour. His loyalty. His companionship. His ability to make every day feel less like the end of the world. Instead what Derek had said was...
Derek: uh- his ass
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THIEF
sterek | E | 35,6k | ao3
Tags: Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Alpha & Emissary Relationships, Bad Pack Alpha Rafael McCall, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Mild Gore, Near Death Experiences, Unhealthy Relationships in a non-romantic sense, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Rafael McCall's Pack, Stiles is Rafael's emissary, Magic, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Good Peter Hale, Werewolf Politics, Praise Kink, the non-sexual kind
Summary:
There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.