Yes, Stiles. I'm gonna punch through the wall.
Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this?
That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co -
still thinking abt this lana pic as sterek…. derek’s big warm hands cupping stiles face.. the hold on his wrist.. looking up at him and pouting… jesus christ
Here's my fic for @syr-monthly’s april event, with tender sterek falling asleep & spooning illustrated by @jojorice 🥰💛
Feat. red string of fate, magic, & huddling for warmth~
(Shower her art with love here!)
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Summary:
Stiles’ world crashes down around him when he learns his spark’s affinity, and he tries his best to keep it from affecting the people around him, especially Derek. As time passes, though, he finds himself lost and tired, but even worse is that Derek doesn't look better off despite his efforts—can they find their way back to each other?
A story of the best intentions gone awry, warmth in the darkness, and coming home. 🔥✨
Summary: A witch casts a spell, turning Derek feral and leaving him the equivalent of a frightened puppy. Stiles is the only one he trusts to protect him and of course, Stiles is only too happy to help. (Which has nothing to do with all these feelings he's suddenly having, okay? Derek's just a really cute werewolf puppy.)
Poor, feral Derek. I love the way he clings to Stiles in this. And then when he snaps out of it... A very good fic.
started ignoring bad friend scott fics since im kinda over them now but ny god. sometimes those fics just hit the spot with the good derek characterization/comforting stiles
need derek to push stiles against the camaro in broad daylight and just kiss him senseless and hands going down to his thighs like he’s one second closer to hauling stiles up and carrying him like hes gonna fuck him against the camaro . and he does this EVERYDAY
need derek to be such a whore when it comes to stiles like omfg that man is running his hands all over stiles’ body and kissing him dirty like they’re at some club and whole time they’re at the grocery and some dude was staring at stiles
need derek to be such a whore when it comes to stiles like omfg that man is running his hands all over stiles’ body and kissing him dirty like they’re at some club and whole time they’re at the grocery and some dude was staring at stiles
I consider the knife in my grip again, and how it might feel meeting some soft, vulnerable part of him: the fleshy crook of his knee, the inside of his thigh. Somewhere painful but not fatal—a wound that would keep him from hungering after me.