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Rank Has Its Privileges | trashbaby1918
Rumlow/Winter Soldier non con petplay at the Hydra Trash Meme.

Brock takes the soldier back to his office and shuts the door behind him. He doesn't sit down, but steps closer, putting himself directly in the soldier's personal space. God, he can smell arousal in the soldier's sweat. He ought to be gagging for it. The soldier doesn't move, but his expression softens at the closeness, just short of the physical contact he craves.

'Do you want me to touch you?' Brock asks generously.

'Yes, sir,' the soldier says, his voice rough with more than just disuse.
hydratrashmeme  hydra.trash.party  fic  non-con  catws  petplay  brock.rumlow/winter.soldier 
december 2014
hydratrashmeme | Kiss With a Fist
Not sure how on topic this is, mod's discretion, but inspired by the Striketeam/Steve fantasies prompt earlier: it's got to be really hard to be adequately roughed up post-serum. Cap's increased pain tolerance and healing factor would counteract the efforts of most humans, and look how excited he got when Batroc appeared to pose a challenge. But when the Winter Solider shows up, all Steve knows is that here finally is someone as fast as him, as strong as him, and with an interesting arm that could probably throw him around a fair bit and keep him in place. Cue dirty, guilty fantasising about being at the mercy of the masked assassin.
hydra.trash.party  steve.rogers  catws  hydratrashmeme  winter.solder  metal.arm 
november 2014
Galactic Meringue — Steve doesn’t really get online dating. He doesn’t...
He mentions the dating website in passing (Nat, she asked me if my eagle was bald, I don’t even know what that means) and Nat makes a face like she was electrocuted and blurts out DO YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE A DATING PROFILE SHOW ME I NEED TO SEE IT.

It’s the most words she’s strung together in a week, and combined with her expression, Steve doesn’t dare deny her this small pleasure, so he grabs his tablet and loads up the page.

Nat’s face flits between moderate approval, confusion, pride, frustration, fear, and finally Steve, this is a mess, let me fix this for you.

Steve leaves her with a slice of zucchini bread, tea, and a blanket, while she mutters things about ‘compatibility’ and ‘matches’ and ‘camera angles’.
fic  catws  steve/sam  steve&natasha 
may 2014
Till human voices wake us: Wintershield - you look like you're in pain.
"You look like you’re in pain," Steve says, pitching his voice low and soothing.

Bucky does not make a sound. He hasn’t made a sound in the two hours since he slipped through Steve’s window and installed himself between the couch and the wall next to it — a spot that offers him an unobstructed eye-line to all the windows and doorways in the room.

He’s clearly injured, curled in on himself in quiet anguish, and he is terrified. It must have taken a lot, for him to come here. It must mean that some part of him knows that Steve will keep him safe.
fic  catws  bucky/steve  winter.soldier  hurt/comfort  injuries  blood  tumblr.fic 
may 2014
I could totally spit on you from up here. — Oh no, I'm trash.
Below is appalling CA:TWS smut. I suggest not reading it. In hindsight, I would have suggested not writing it, but it’s too late for that now.

DECEMBER 16TH, 1991
fic  alexander.pierce/winter.soldier  non-con  rape  don't.read.this  don't.look.at.me  catws  tumblr.fic 
may 2014
astolat | Umbrella
“I don’t know,” Sam said, looking at him, his eyes warm and amused. “You make a pretty good umbrella.”

Under the shield, his voice sounded different, deeper; an echo maybe. Steve cleared his throat. “I’m okay. Are you getting wet?”

“Hm,” Sam said, thoughtfully. “My back, a bit. Better get a little closer.”
fic  catws  steve/sam  tumblr.fic 
may 2014
a few notes on foxfire - subnivean - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
- she once heard herself described as, “some kind of Asian,” by a classmate.
fic  teen.wolf  gen  kira.yukimura 
may 2014
Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film - eleveninches, Febricant, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, tigrrmilk - Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]
Starting almost immediately after the conclusion of the War, with Charles Vidor’s Captain America (1946), Hollywood became the site of America’s Captain America fervor, although notably, it was not until 1974’s Heartbreak on the Western Front – not accidentally, one might imagine, the same year that Nixon resigned as a result of the Watergate scandal – that what I shall refer to as the Captain America machine truly picked up speed. The Captain America machine has churned out pictures regularly since, and as I shall investigate in each chapter of this book, these films situate “Steve Rogers” not so much in the 1940s but instead in their own particular historical moments: we see the post-Vietnam conservatism of the Reagan era on full display in Captain America and the Red Skull (1982), the rise of the Moral Majority in The Song of Steven Rogers (1989), and the dominance of the Hollywood blockbuster taking shape in Sylvester Stallone’s nonsensical Jurassic Park rip-off Maximum Retribution (1995). These Captains America are romantic heroes, neo-con action stars, or, in the one memorable case, Jesus analogues. (Captain America has also been memoralized in adult film on numerous occasions, perhaps most notably by Dirk Diggler in the late 1970s; for more on this subject, see Chapter 4.)
fic  catws  captain.america  bucky/steve  meta 
may 2014
casspeach - jibblyuniverse: "Your job is to protect the...
"Well, if you’d let me vet these men—"

"We tried that! We tried it, and you vetoed every single one of them." Bucky says, pulling his seatbelt on with extreme prejudice, and sitting back hard in his seat like the petulant teenager he no longer is. But dammit Steve just hits every one of his buttons, every time.

"Well, you have shitty taste in men," Steve says as he pulls away from the kerb.
fic  captain.america  au:bodyguard  steve.rogers  bucky.barnes  political  animals 
may 2014
You know nothing.
Bucky’s heart thumps hard in his chest, and when the girl sits down across from him and pulls out a book, all he can do is stare, because abruptly she’s the most amazing thing in the world: a person who’s made herself whole.
fic  gen  tumblr.fic  catws  winter.soldier  bucky.barnes 
may 2014
That Kind Of Day - Neery - Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]
It was the guy from the news, the Winter Soldier guy, the one who'd shot up all those cars on the highway overpass. He wasn't wearing the mask or the combat gear now, but he had that unmistakable metal hand sticking out of the sleeve of his hoodie. He was pointing the gun straight at her chest.

"Close the door. Lock it," he said. He was surprisingly soft-spoken for a cybernetically enhanced killer, but then you probably didn't need to yell at people much when you were holding a giant gun in their face.
fic  gen  catws  winter.soldier  captain.america  bucky.barnes  steve.rogers  outsider.pov 
may 2014
Ruby Nye's Fanfic Journal - Birdwatching (Captain America: The Winter Soldier, PG-13)
"All right, Wilson, are you working on figuring out my type or something?" Sam should know it by now. "You could just ask Natasha, she thinks she knows."

"She told me to ask you myself," is the eyebrow-raising reply. "Just trying to get an idea of what you like, man
fic  catws  captain.america  steve/sam 
may 2014
ysabetwordsmith | Story: "Going Down"
This is a missing scene which explains why 10 double-agents thought it would somehow be a good idea to ambush Captain America in an elevator.
fic  gen  catws  captain.america 
may 2014
Ruby Nye's Fanfic Journal - Eight Days a Week (Captain America: The First Avenger, NC-17)
The bead of sweat swells on Steve's neck, dangling from fine golden hair. Bucky wants, rather goddamn badly, to lick it off, to drag Steve's shirt down his shoulders and kiss the soft skinned furrow of his spine as Steve shakes under his mouth, to push Steve up on the table and swallow him down while jerking off, God, that'd be heaven for a sinner. He takes another gulp of beer, flicking his tongue across the bottle's mouth like he'd like to lick Steve's, willing Steve to feel the weight of his stare, to relent, to melt. It's been eight days and Steve gets surprisingly randy for such a skinny little fella. Bucky would know.

But Steve's stubbornness is stronger than his natural urges, or Bucky's, or anything else in creation. Bucky takes another bubbly-bitter sip and remembers that stupid fight, eight days ago in this same room, Steve waving a notice of yet another recruiting center at him, bright-faced as he said, "Bucky, we can go enlist together!"
fic  captain.america  bucky/steve 
april 2014
Bucky And Mister Rogers - impertinence - Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
In the morning - he doesn't tell Steve what he does in the morning. Because in the morning, he watches PBS.

It makes sense, in a way. Kids' shows are supposed to teach you how to be a person. Bucky doesn't know how to be a person. So he watches a lot of Sesame Street, even though he can count, and old Mister Rogers, even though the puppets are, frankly, a little creepy. He watches them, and he sits as memories come. Sometimes the memories are good, home cooking and Steve sitting at the table across from him. Sometimes they're scary - falling off a cliff. Other times they send him to the bathroom, vomiting because pushing his own hair back reminds him suddenly of choking someone, under orders that were alone in an empty mind.

So, the kids' shows. He thinks he knows how to deal with kids. Not because they're simple, but because they invent all kinds of scary things. And some of the things that freak them out also freak Bucky out. Being alone in a crowded place, talking to people he doesn't know. Mister Rogers might be a little too cuddly, but he's good at talking people down. And Bucky needs to be talked down sometimes.
gen  captain.america  catws  winter.soldier  bucky.barnes  steve.rogers  mr.rogers 
april 2014
I Wanna Take Down The Walls With You - drunktuesdays, llassah - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
“Slow down,” Derek says softly, puts his fingers under Stiles’s chin, tilts his head up so they’re looking at each other. “This isn’t-- what’s wrong? What do you need?”

It’s times like this he regrets Derek getting in touch with his feelings. “I was pretty happy with your dick in my mouth, big guy,” he says. He swallows some of the built up spit and precome, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Derek’s not letting up on the eye contact.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  lactation  knotting  domesticity  established.relationship 
april 2014
on each others' teams
Stiles is mostly over this conversation; he’s been in porn for almost five years, now, in front of the camera for the last two, and he’s comfortable with the idea that a hefty majority of the werewolf-adjacent world has seen his D in action. Somehow, though, Derek saying it, Derek Hale, pale-eyed and serious, his shirt undone a button too low from where the PA tugged it open trying to take off his mic, just undoes him. He wants Derek to have seen him, to have jerked off to him, maybe, to want him, but probably that’s not what Derek means at all. Probably he watched it with the same aloof reserve he’s projecting even now, feeling sorry for Stiles, who likes to get fucked hard, and for the wolves who think they need to prove something by giving him what he wants.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  au:sex.work  tumblr.fic 
april 2014
on each others' teams
“You like the clothes, huh,” Stiles breathes.

"You’ve got me," Derek says. "That’s exactly what I like."
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  magic  future.fic  tumblr.fic 
april 2014
Ruby Nye - A Haze of Fire (Captain America: The Winter Soldier, hard R)
Steve stops in the doorway and just looks as Sam breathing in the warm lamplight, the easy lift and fall of his chest, the arch of mustache over his slightly parted lips; Steve keeps looking, and thinks about nothing except that he should draw Sam in blended colors, the rich siennas and umbers he'd use to shade the swells of muscle in Sam's shoulder and arm, the rise of his cheekbone and curve of his head set off by the fluffy pillow.
fic  catws  captain.america  winter.soldier  steve/sam 
april 2014
on the worn-out heels of kerouac
brooklyn 99 gang host a seder DON'T ASK WHY JUST GO FOR IT
fic  gen  brooklyn.99  seder  passover  tumblr.fic 
april 2014
Saucery - badwrong and depraved
I WANT AN AU IN WHICH STILES IS THE SON OF THE KING/CHIEFTAIN AND IT IS CONSIDERED TRADITION FOR EVERY MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY TO HAVE THEIR VERY OWN TAME WEREWOLVES FROM BIRTH, LIKE, THEIR VERY OWN LIFELONG FURRY BODYGUARDS

THE WEREWOLVES ARE TRAPPED IN THEIR WOLF BODIES BY MAGICAL COLLARS THAT ALSO FORCE THEM TO BE OBEDIENT TO AND PROTECTIVE OF THE PERSON THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO GUARD

ANYWAY, PRINCE STILES IS BORN AND IS DEREK IS IMMEDIATELY “ASSIGNED” TO HIM
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  wolf!derek  au:royalty  magic  tumblr.fic 
april 2014
lodestone - llassah - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
“We could…we could be something, couldn’t we?” Stiles murmurs, eyes slipping shut. Derek looks at the IV line in his arm, the bandages covering his chest, his leg. His hand, pale against the hospital sheets, palm up. Derek waits until he’s sure Stiles is asleep before he responds.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  pining 
april 2014
Nesting - DevilDoll
One day Derek’s making his morning smoothie and he realizes all their knives kind of suck, a mis-matched jumble with warped wooden handles, and most of the tips are broken off and Derek is 99% sure the big one is the same one Stiles once used to stab a succubus in the face. He spends the morning online looking up knives and reading reviews and stuff, and he’s about to order a whole set off Amazon when he reads something about “handle heft” and he realizes he probably needs to hold a knife in his hand before he buys it, handle heft is obviously important, so he deletes the knives from his cart and wanders over to the mall, and finds himself in Williams-Sonoma.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  established.relationship  domesticity  future.fic  tumblr.fic 
march 2014
This Journey Without a Map: Why Is Lesbian Romance So Unpopular When Compared to Gay or Straight Romance?
A lot of people say romance readers are straight women so of course they are naturally going to be more interested in books with hot men. I think that is the easiest, least complicated, least threatening way of looking at the issue though.

I also don't really buy it, never have.

What i really think is that women have a hard time thinking about women; about female bodies, female sexuality and female characters in general.

Our society tells us female sexuality is dirty, wrong and shameful. Always. It tells us the female body is only ever not shameful or acceptably sexual when a man is looking at it. When a woman looks at herself, she is conditioned to only see the flaws, only see the ways she isn't attractive, only feel ashamed.
meta 
february 2014
Contested
Stiles Stilinski walks into Derek’s office at Lahey & Hale at 7:30pm on Friday night, slumps into the visitor’s chair like a moody teenager and says, “I need an attorney. I’m filing for divorce.”
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  tumblr.fic 
february 2014
we are the greatest pretenders
Derek knows who he is because everyone knows who the Sheriff’s kid is. But he shows up looking like a nervous little bird or something as he walks on the sidewalk with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, past the windows pretending he’s not looking at the displays, that he doesn’t pause for a second when he gets to the door before he shakes himself and rounds the corner out of sight. Derek’s learned through experience to spot the difference between the ones who come in because their friends dared them to or because of some morbid curiosity, like they’ve got a headlamp beaming Gay Bookstore! Deviance! right into their eyes and making them take a wrong turn; and the ones who come into the store (or don’t, equal amounts of the time) because they want to feel like it’s not just them, that they’re not alone, that they can see themselves in stories.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  au  tumblr.fic 
february 2014
Derek Hale has a good day (sort of fic)
2600 words of Derek having a good day. And yes, someone holds the door for him, his hair product’s on sale, he buys a ripe avocado, and someone says bless you when he sneezes. So it’s a good day. Inspired by countless beautiful posts, from countless beautiful people. Rated M for jerking off.
fic  teen.wolf  derek.hale  tumblr.fic 
february 2014
But Not With Haste - uraneia - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
It's been years since Derek escaped from the hunters who killed his family and bound him in his human form. He travels solo, never staying in one place, keeping under the radar--until a skinny, smart-mouthed kid stows away in the back of his truck.

Four months ago Stiles's first kiss put his best friend in a coma. His dad gave him a couple hundred bucks and a hug and told him to run. By the time Stiles witnesses the cage fighter known as Wolverine take out a shotgun and its wielder with his bare hands, he's got a plan. He knows there's a school in New York for kids like him. All he has to do is get there.



OR, in which Derek is the werewolf version of Wolverine and Stiles is Rogue and the plot of X-Men progresses accordingly, with a few notable deviations.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  au 
january 2014
crimsonclad: Tyler and Dylan play Know Your...
Oh man, so, what if, for some reason Stiles is invited to go on The Newlywed Game (or some new hipster version). And he and Derek are dating, but he figures Derek would rather get stabbed multiple times than do it, so he doesn’t even ask him. He asks Scott instead, because Scott is his bro, and it will be awesome, and probably there will be cool snacks and whatever. He mentions it to Derek, who just rolls his eyes.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  tumblr.fic 
january 2014
These Mortal Lullabies - Anonymous - Dead Poets Society (1989) [Archive of Our Own]
"I would do anything," he says. Outside, wind stirs the trees. "Anything to bring him back."

The flashlight goes dead in his hand.

"Quite a promise to make on the winter solstice," says a voice from the shadows.
fic  dead.poets.society  neal/todd  orpheus  fixit 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - Thirty-five Pounds, for YAGKYAS
Nate padded around to the edge of the pool, getting to the diving edge to make his initial plunge, when the angle of the other swimmer cut out of the water and Nate saw his face.

Brad. It was definitely Brad in the pool, his long arms and legs slicing through the water and barely making a splash. Nate could make out the cut of his entire six foot plus frame dappled under the water, and he couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through him. Brad looked beautiful, not that Nate needed to be thinking those thoughts or even considering his still-attached Sergeant until he was safely on another continent. And really, Nate shouldn't think of him even then.
fic  generation.kill  colbert/fick 
december 2013
Moves in the Field - Anonymous - The Cutting Edge (1992) [Archive of Our Own]
Walter Dorsey was getting his ass kicked at hockey by a girl.

Sure, the girl was an Olympic figure skating champion, and she had the advantage of being on the same team as his little brother, also an Olympic champion and still an incredible hockey player even with the missing eighteen degrees of peripheral vision. But Walter was still getting his ass kicked by a girl.
fic  the.cutting.edge  doug/kate  otp 
december 2013
Wedding Night - Anonymous - Sound of Music (1965) [Archive of Our Own]
There was a light supper waiting for them in the room, and Georg fixed them both plates as Maria wandered through their suite. Finally, she took the plates from his hand, set them down and kissed him.

He'd never expected her to make the first move. He didn't have time to wonder if it was her way of overcoming shyness. The simple kiss roused him and he pulled her closer, finding patches of skin at her neck and hands to stroke and touch and connect with. She moved against him fluidly, as she had when they danced. She might not know the steps to this one, but she was both willing and eager to learn.
fic  sound.of.music  georg/maria 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - Semper Meminerit, for YAGKYAS
There were a couple of cat-calls, an "oorah" or two, some scattered claps. Nate tucked his hands in his pockets and rocked forward. "As a token of my appreciation, I've gotten you all something. There's one for everyone; I'll be mailing one to those who are in country or elsewhere." He nodded towards the box, and Walt carefully opened the flaps and started pulling out the smaller navy boxes, handing them out until everyone there had one. As if on command they all opened them at once.
fic  generation.kill  gen  nate.fick 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - You Make it Real, for YAGKYAS
Walt stares into his dinner and says, “I think I met someone, Mama.”

“Get yourself a war bride?” his mother asks, smiling at him with that nostalgia she carries for when the family was so much larger. Walt’s the first only child in four generations. “Your great-uncle, my Uncle Earl, he met your Great-Aunt Bertie in the first world war.”
fic  generation.kill  hasser/person 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - Home is Where Your Fine Ass Is, for YAGKYAS
Ray surprises Walt with things when he comes back from tours and training. Once it was a whole bag of nothing but cherry Starbursts (Walt’s favorite). Once it was his old beater of a pick-up getting a full detail job like it was a brand new car (though it hadn’t been for a solid fifteen years). Once it was a limo, stocked with Miller Lite, and all they did was drive around and drink shit beer and go through the drive-thru at McDonald’s for the laugh (and a couple of bags of fries). Walt had been certain at the time that nothing would top the limo night.

And then Ray meets him at the airport with the deed to a fucking house.
fic  generation.kill  hasser/person  established.relationship 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - Just Another Day in the Life, for YAGKYAS
Iraq has stuck with Evan in strange ways. He has no problem traveling, no problem standing by his stance of cutting military spending, but he can't say things like "2007" anymore because it'd get too mangled on comms. His mother has informed him if he doesn't stop saying "fow-er," she will disown him.
fic  generation.kill  future.fic  fick/person 
december 2013
You Ain't Generation Kill, You Ain't Shit - That Blessed Arrangement, That Dream Within a Dream, for Dira Sudis
Around the second pot of coffee, after Brad had downed greasy eggs and Nate had grimaced and passed on eating, the hangover had started to recede and reality was rushing in to take its place. The marriage license sat damningly on the kitchen table, slightly creased.


"We probably took a cab back here," Brad said, reaching for the coffee pot for a refill.


"I think I can remember the stupid rings," Nate said suddenly. "I have no idea what happened to mine, but I put yours on your pinkie because that was the only finger it fit on."
fic  generation.kill  colbert/fick  woke.up.married 
december 2013
left with a vague unease wrt dickskin — AHAHAHAHA HOW ABOUT WITH THE ACTUAL ASK: GIVE ME SOME FAKE DATING / FAKE MARRIAGE / MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE SHENANIGANS, FOR LO: I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED!
"Wedding Week," Stiles says with a dramatic flourish, "is this week where all the restaurants in Beacon Hills offer free dinners to engaged couples to show off their catering options."

"Okay," Derek says, after a pause. "And this is important how?"

Stiles opens his mouth, points inside. “Tacoooooos,” he sings out, and then without another word, grabs Derek’s arm and drags him into the restaurant.
fic  teen.wolf  stiles/derek  pretend.relationship  tumblr.fic 
december 2013
Ho, Ho, Ho, Who Wouldn't Go? - Arineat - teen wolf - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]
He watched in quiet amazement as this tough-as-nails, badass former-alpha werewolf stepped down from his throne, descended the steps, and knelt down before the little boy with a gentle smile. “Hello, Sammy, I’m Santa Claus. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Sammy peered at the hand Derek offered him for a long moment before timidly sliding his own into it and giving it a tentative shake. Something about the sight of Derek’s large hand practically swallowing up Sammy’s tiny fingers made Stiles’ heart swell in his chest.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  future.fic  christmas 
december 2013
Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn - khasael - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
"Derek?" Stiles breathes, unable to help the question. The hedgehog stops, turns its head towards him, and makes a little squeaking, snuffling sound. And then, remarkably, it nods.

For the second time tonight, Stiles has no words.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  magic  animal.transformation  hedgehog 
december 2013
(My Heart Told My Head) This Time No - dogeared - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Derek hadn't thought about it for a long, long time, but the summer he was thirteen, he'd helped his dad tear down and rebuild their front porch. He'd learned how to read a plan and use a saw and a plane, learned how much it hurt to have a splinter jam up under his thumbnail, even if the pain only lasted a few seconds. He remembers loving how soft newly-sanded wood felt, and the smell of sawdust, and that it was something for just the two of them.

The things he didn't know about building a house, he asked about—mostly at the family-owned hardware store downtown, where they told him how to mix concrete for the foundation, how to chop and store wood. It was pretty much the only time he ever came into town at all except to stock up on food at the supermarket.
teen.wolf  stiles/derek  fic  post-3A  build.something 
december 2013
Spend a Lifetime - PercyByssheShelley - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I want a million AUs with this premise: Laura went up against Peter and won. //

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be sleeping down here,” Derek said. He hovered in the doorway, torn between helping him up and escaping back to his own room.

“Trust me, I know I’m not supposed to be sleeping down here. I was supposed to be sharing a room with Scott. But then Scott wanted to bring his girlfriend Allison. She brought her friend Lydia. And then of course Lydia has to bring her boyfriend Jackson. And Jackson had to bring his friend Danny, to ‘dilute the loser ratio’,” he wiggled his fingers in air quotes. “Which leaves me rooming with Danny. Something I was entirely in favor of. But then five minutes after we arrive he has a meet cute with an Australian surf god in the bathroom, and I’m in sexile. Even though I’ve been planning this trip since I was fifteen.” He rubbed his eyes. “And you didn’t need to know any of that.”

Derek’s eyes flicked to the communal kitchen’s door. “I just wanted some toast.”
teen.wolf  stiles/derek  au 
december 2013
A Change in Appetite - sinsense - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
"You want to take me out on a date," Stiles says blankly.

"Yes," she says, with exaggerated patience. "Do you want to go steady?"

And, well. Stiles should probably say no. She’s a sex demon, which has never been on his list of desirable qualities in a mate. That’s more Derek’s speed. There’s the whole “possibly draining your life force” thing. He’ll have to lie to his friends, yet again.

But she’s so beautiful. And she wants him, little old Stiles Stilinski.

Really, there's only one answer Stiles can possibly give.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  stiles/ofc 
december 2013
we all want to explain ourselves, fic: Derek/Stiles, You & Me Will Be Fine.
Derek’s lying on his back, his head tipped away from Stiles, looking at Lila as she crouches on the floor. She’s only wearing a diaper, her little baby butt almost touching the ground as she looks at Derek, smiling a gummy smile at him. Her hands are on Derek’s partially shifted face, patting and touching and pulling at his sideburns.

When she gets closer, her mouth rubs all over Derek, and Stiles can tell — he knows because he knows Derek — that Derek is loving this, that it’s bringing all his wolfy instincts to the fore because their little girl is scent marking him.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  kidfic  tumblr.fic 
december 2013
left with a vague unease wrt dickskin — wgat if you wrote establiish ed raaltiationship fic wheree derek CAUGHT INTTHE SNOW. very cold so shiver
“I’m not freaking out,” Stiles says into the phone, high-pitched and frantic. “I’m getting my bat and my—”

“Can you get a hoodie?”

There’s dead silence, which is what Derek was kind of hoping for.

“A hoodie?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, finally giving up, and letting his teeth chatter freely. “Maybe two?”
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  established.relationship  cold  snow  tumblr.fic 
december 2013
you in that dress (my thoughts I confess) - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Derek Hale is the hot guy in color guard.

He's the only guy in color guard.

Laura Hale, his twin sister, is the color guard captain, and she's equally hot and kind of scary, but in a different way from how Lydia Martin the head cheerleader is hot and scary. Lydia Martin gets higher grades than Stiles in math; Laura looks like she might disembowel Stiles with a flag if he looks at her the wrong way. Or at Derek the wrong way. So—Stiles doesn't. Mostly.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  au 
december 2013
never seen a man with so much dimension - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV), Enchanted Forest Chronicles - Patricia Wrede [Archive of Our Own]
"You again," the dragon said.

"We've never met," Stiles said, because that was the sort of person he was: unable to resist picking arguments over petty details with dragons. This one was easily twice his size, with fearsome claws, broad wings, and shining scales that were a pale, opalescent green. "I'm Prince Stiles of Beacon, by the way."

The dragon arched an eyelid the way a human would raise an eyebrow. "Lydia has mentioned you, yes. You're very persistent."
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  au  enchanted.forest.chronicles 
december 2013
gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat - verity - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
For Hanukkah dinner with Lydia's parents and her bubbe, Stiles is wearing dark jeans, a navy cashmere v-neck sweater over a gray t-shirt, and beneath those, a pair of lace panties that are Barbie Doll fuchsia.

Lydia laid out his outfit on the chair next to the bed last night. "If you make it through dinner with my family," she said, "I'll make it worth your while."
teen.wolf  fic  lydia/stiles  bdsm  kink  hanukkah 
december 2013
The Quiet Season - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
In May, just before exams starts, he gets a text from an unknown number. It says, Coming home soon, please check on loft. It's not signed, but then, it doesn't need to be.

Stiles texts back, Who is this? and goes to check on Derek's loft.

There's some water damage, and the power's out. The air smells like a serious mold problem. There's not a single stick of unbroken furniture in the whole place.

On the way back to his house, Stiles texts back, You need to move.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  post-3A 
december 2013
With Fronds Like These - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
At the end of the day, Stiles didn’t really mind having extra appendages. They were useful, after all. Scott had once attempted to outlaw the use of tentacles in the playing of video games, but Stiles had reasoned that between Stiles’ extra arms and Scott’s werewolfy reflexes, they were pretty even. No, the extra limbs weren't a problem.

The problem was the way they looked. Stiles’ tentacles weren’t quite the muscular, anaconda-like tentacles that some had. His suckers weren’t very big either, just grippy purple things that ranged from quarter-sized discs to tiny sensitive bumps. The overall effect was embarrassingly delicate: weak, pink tendrils that he wore wrapped around his biceps under his shirtsleeves.
teen.wolf  stiles/derek  fic  au  tentacles 
december 2013
swingsetindecember: the wolf who didn’t want to... -
"Daaaaaddy," Mikey said. "Wolves don’t ride tractors. What is wrong with you?"

"Sure, they do."

"You’ve never rided a tractor," Mikey said. "Aunt Laura says you’re allergic to honest labor."
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  au  kidfic  tumblr.fic 
december 2013
Gift Shop - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
"Don't forget to take a picture with Santa, Derek," Cora said, smirking at him. Dad put his foot on Derek's, stopping him from kicking Cora under the table.

"I'm grabbing the first Charlie Brown tree I see," Derek warned them, taking the car keys. No, he would go out of his way to get a Charlie Brown tree, just to make sure they never sent him on this errand again. Two foot tall, scraggly branches, half-dead. Laura would cry. Christmas would be ruined.

"Whatever you think best, honey," Mom said, patting his arm.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  au  christmas  live.hale.family 
december 2013
the aphrodisiac powers of gastropods - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
"I'm Stiles," he says, all but shoveling snails into his face.

The waiter seems to twitch from the inside. "Derek."

They eat in silence for all of five minutes until Stiles leans forward, probably getting some snail juice on the front of his blazer, Lydia be damned. "You wanna get out of here?"
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  au 
december 2013
Support Systems - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Saturdays, Stiles belongs to the pack. That's mostly fine. John eats all kinds of crap on Saturdays now, and if it takes some extra cleaning and a quick trip out to the dumpster behind the supermarket after, well, that's the price of indulgence in these dark times. If Stiles can run with werewolves and risk life and limb for reasons he's still only willing to ominously hint at, John can have a goddamn cheeseburger for lunch now and then without getting undue grief about it.
teen.wolf  fic  stiles/derek  pov:sheriff  john.stilinski 
december 2013
alexander.pierce/winter.soldier animal.transformation animals au au:bodyguard au:royalty au:sex.work bdsm blood brock.rumlow/winter.soldier brooklyn.99 bucky.barnes bucky/steve build.something captain.america catws christmas colbert/fick cold dead.poets.society deaged derek.hale domesticity don't.look.at.me don't.read.this doug/kate enchanted.forest.chronicles established.relationship fic fick/person fixit future.fic gen generation.kill georg/maria hanukkah hasser/person hedgehog hurt/comfort hydra.trash.party hydratrashmeme injuries john.stilinski kidfic kink kira.yukimura knotting lactation live.hale.family lydia/stiles magic meta metal.arm mr.rogers nate.fick neal/todd non-con orpheus otp outsider.pov passover petplay pining political post-3a pov:sheriff pretend.relationship rape seder snow sound.of.music steve&natasha steve.rogers steve/sam stiles/derek stiles/ofc teen.wolf tentacles the.cutting.edge tumblr.fic winter.solder winter.soldier woke.up.married wolf!derek

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