a divine move

It's me! | 35+ | she/they | AO3: squishyowlbear | a long time fan fic reader & new podficcer currently obsessed with sterek and tw (and a bit of heated rivalry)

[squishyowlbear]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another podfic for @hedwig221b 💜

[squishyowlbear]

Happy Pink Undies Sunday! Here, have some age gap!Sterek with a peek at those pink boxers.

[timetosuitup]

Thinking about Derek and papa Hale and how Derek would probably always need his dad to scare away the monsters under his bed. Little Derek, terrified, wolfed out and crying, asking for his dad. His kind, loyal, human dad, who didn’t have claws or fangs but was so brave and strong and safe.

[felix-darkwood]

Derek|Stiles

[steelart]

yesterday? blorbo stuff. today? blorbo stuff. tomorrow? you'll never guess

[puppyloveandpredators]

[dereks-henley]

“you’re derek hale..”

[gregthetrain]

i’ve had this for a while and i don’t think i’m gonna color it so if you wanna give it a go just send me a link to your colored version n.n 

[puppyloveandpredators]

@elle-sure-yaps-alot

heard it was your birthday

happy birthday

[squishyowlbear]

Happy Pink Undies Sunday! Individual images under the cut.

Beautiful ficlet by @renmackree that was inspired by the art! 😭 💜

"It tickles," Derek murmured softly as he felt the brush against his skin. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but he loved the way Stiles' fingers twitched when he interrupted his concentration. It was just enough to make Stiles remember Derek was the one he was painting, but not enough to pull him out of the focus completely.

"Suck it up big guy, I'm almost done."

Derek smiled softly at the nickname. It wasn't the most romantic of their names, but it was the familiar one. "But you told me not to move. I can't suck anything."

That made the fingers on his thigh twitch even more. He smiled again as Stiles began painting another broad swipe over his stomach, the bristles of the brush course but delicate. Stiles was always delicate with his art—brush, pencils, chalk, ink, pen, tattoos—whatever medium it was. It was one of the only things delicate about him.

The soft silence of the loft was comforting as Stiles continued, Derek thinking about the warm leg between his thighs and the comforting heartbeat of his mate. Derek took a slow, easy breath and smiled again. "I love you, moon."

"I love you too, wolf," Stiles said, Derek feeling the hand stop painting for a second and then lips on his. Warm, comforting, and tasting like the chocolate chip pancakes Derek had made this morning. "Now hold still or I'll be doing this all day."

"As long as you're touching me, that's alright with me."

[mrkgrl]

[puppyloveandpredators]

POV you're a hunter who fucked around too close to the sun and now you find out

[eros-cosmic]

nearing the end of my teen wolf watch and sharing my doodles of stiles would be a pleasure for the community 🫶

[squishyowlbear]

Inspired by and may death find you alive by @renmackree 🍔🪦

[oemorrow]

erica reyes I mourn what you could've been every day

anyway derek the size of konig cod modern warfare ii beam GO

[puppyloveandpredators]

Swings

Both

Ways

violently.

[puppyloveandpredators]

PINK

UNDIES

SUNDAY