#nikaaa

[gaykeithbilance]

im feeling rlly brave and rlly reckless should i open a new email behind my parents backs they currently have access to all my password and accounts but i just want one thing for myself but im scared what if they find out what do i do aaaaah -nika

i would love to here from you more but please stay safe!! <3

[sunbeamfrog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKA!!!

As you know, your birthday is the 19th of February, and me, being the ass I am, decided to give you lots of feels WAY too late during the day. So here we are, cuddly sterek and all the feels and I was squealing whenever you replied after I sent you teaser snaps - It was all so, so incredibly glorious, honestly I should’ve recorderd it all bwahahaha

Anywayy, I did say I was gonna update the description on DA, but why not here too?

It had been raining all morning and Derek loved every minute of it. He’d woken early to the light snores of Stiles beside him, and as he decided he wouldn’t wake him, he also decided to go for a run. 

The morning hit him brightly. He felt the cool air on his nude skin, the sun peaking through the trees surrounding their little house... It felt magical in that moment, and so he shifted and ran. He ran and ran for what felt like hours. The tug on his fur, the rush of blood through his bones and the burning beneath his paws - so vivid. Derek grinned. He felt alive.

Stiles, on the other hand, was having a fantastic dream about sleeping. It was so good, in fact, that he slept even harder. That only changed when he felt the soft touch of plush lips against his neck. “Mmm, tickly”, he mumbled in his sleep. Derek breathed a laugh, and Stiles felt the hairs on his neck rise. “Mm Derek stop, I’m sleeping”. Derek smirked and ran his hands along Stiles’ back with light pressure before finally settling on his shoulders. There he massaged Stiles while he kissed at his man’s neck, whispering very sexy things like “I’ll make you pancakes with bacon if you turn around and kiss me” and “I’ll vacuum the house today”. It was a hard choice, Stiles admits.

“Fiiiiine”, Stiles whined and opened an eye to look at Derek. He was still partly in wolf form, he noted. His ears a little sharp and his a-little-more-than toothy smile. “Is your tail out?” Stiles asked amusedly and Derek eyes grew dark. “Because if it is I need you to wag it for me. Like, I’m gonna die if you don’t. This is deadly, a deadly disease in which I need werewolf wagging.” “You’re an idiot, Stiles.” Stiles giggles. “Yeah, but you love me. And you will wag for me, Derek. One day.”