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Inspired by and may death find you alive by @renmackree 🍔🪦
Inspired by @renmackree 💜 A truly wonderful friend.
This came about from talking to Ren about her vacation and just speculating what the boys would get up to if they were there and I have been on a "let take care of Derek" kick so here they are getting cozy in a canoe.
Here are some process photos if you want them! (I started using Fresco on the second draft which is why the style changes slighty).
What's that? Big Derek? Um, yes.
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."
Another piece of art for thick!Derek. I was so inspired after reading @seaweed-water's fic crushed (which she wrote for the first piece of art) that I wanted to draw more of Derek in this size!
I haven't made fan art in years but Stiles felt Derek deserved a little special treat for fighting so hard.
Another addition to the care and treatment of Derek Hale. Stiles gives him a spa day!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Another podfic for @hedwig221b 💜