Posts tagged teen wolf
Posts tagged teen wolf
they all just… need to hug it out, alright.
dont worry derek, jackson is just as confused as you are about this whole ‘affectionate touching’ thing. AND IF YOU’RE WONDERING where erica is in all this, she’s in the back, most likely enjoying boyd and derek’s fine booty
teen wolf fanart is a marvel
Peter survives the fire instead of Laura, with all his psychopathic insanity and none of the wait-time of a coma. He takes 16-year-old Derek not to New York but into the wild, and turns him into a wild thing. Twists Derek up with his guilt and shame and grief, uses all the extensive tools at his disposal as Derek’s Alpha until Derek is the killer Peter wants him to be, happy to tear throats at the snap of Peter’s fingers.
They’re going to make quite the team, the two of them. The red in Peter’s eyes and the savage emptiness in Derek’s.
Lets play a who has more guilt and self-loathing game. I’ll go first.
these are just bodies
we have a purpose
and the gravity
pulling us from them to we
Y E A H!!!
Teen Wolf fandom, I do believe we need a high five.
jeff honey, you have the subtly of a brick to the face
Hohoho, candycanes guys! Four for you fandom, four for you! You go fandom! And none for Jeff Davis, bye!
i have to say i’m with the doctor on this one
All Stiles Stilinski needs is a back tattoo and some heather grey leggings.
rubdown is an internet hero.
He’s home from school after two months away. It’s just a long weekend, he drove up from Stanford (longest roadtrip ever) for the first time since he left, and he’s excited to see his dad and the couple of members of the pack who stuck close by too.
He gets in late and his dad gives him a hug but pretty soon heads up to bed. He has to work the next morning, unfortunately, but then he’ll be off the rest of Stiles’ visit. Stiles just hugs him extra tight and says not to worry about it. In the morning, he’ll get some laundry done and maybe go visit Scott while his dad’s at the station.
When he gets up, though, he doesn’t go to Scott’s. He’ll see Scott later.
Stiles isn’t sure what to expect when he gets to Derek’s place, if Derek will even let him in, if he’ll be alone (fuck that hurts to think about), if Derek will tell him to go to hell.
They didn’t leave things on the best of terms. Derek wanted him to go to Berkeley, stay closer. Stiles… needed the distance, for a lot of reasons. But it never meant he stopped loving Derek, no matter what Derek thinks.
Derek does open the door, and wordlessly, he steps aside, lets Stiles in. His apartment is still the same clean, stark lines and overly-modern furniture. Stiles thinks he just wanted to avoid anything and everything that might remind him of his family home anymore.
He takes a breath, trying to figure out what to say, but then Derek’s hands are on him, pushing him up against the wall and Stiles sighs with relief. This he can do, this he can handle. For once in his life, he doesn’t want to talk.
Derek’s mouth is sharp and hot against his, making demands that Stiles readily gives in to, winding his arms around Derek’s neck and letting Derek lift him up, his legs hooking around Derek’s hips.
For obvious reasons, Stiles isn’t even thinking about it when they finally make it into Derek’s bedroom. Derek drops him to his feet and they both start stripping, Stiles yanking his shirt up over his head and kicking his shoes off. He bends down to peel his socks off, and that’s when Derek must see it.
There’s a sharp intake of breath and before Stiles can react, Derek’s manhandling him onto the bed, pushing him down on his stomach and straddling his ass, his hands reverent as they map out the tattoo on Stiles’ left shoulder blade. Stiles’ own breath stutters, and his fingers dig into the white comforter beneath him.
“When?” asks Derek after a moment, voice rough.
“Right — right after I moved, the first weekend I was there,” admits Stiles.
Derek is quiet, but then he shifts and Stiles feels him bend low, then Derek’s damp breath ghosts over the tattoo. When his tongue slides, hot and slick over the hyper sensitive skin, Stiles’ hips jerk against the bed and he moans.
“Is this how your really feel?” Derek asks, laying kisses up Stiles’ spine to the nape of his neck.
“Yes,” Stiles whispers back, shivering.
Derek’s hands smooth down Stiles’ arms until his fingers wrap around Stiles’ wrists and press them to the bed, rocking down against Stiles’ ass. “Good.”
And yeah, IDEK. ACCIDENTAL ALMOST PORN?? In my head, the tattoo has some kind of significance to their relationship, but I didn’t want to specify exactly what that was because that sort of stuff is always best left to each individual’s imagination, you know? ANYWAY WHATEVER ENJOY AND STUFF.
please don’t go;