CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF
I want you all to myself, you’re metaphorical gin and juice.
Tag: sterek
“me be quiet? me, huh? are you telling me what to do now? when your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend – the second one you’ve dated, by the way – has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?”
twoheartsonerose answered your post: Prompts?
sterek kissing? (in bed, or not. up to you.)
No new recs to reblog right now, so here’s a rec from the past from wolfrecs (November 2012).
an exultation of larks by llassah (E, 25k)
There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart. All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.
plus the ballad of the lost prince and the lonely werewolf shepherd a gift companion piece by bleep0bleep
* feel free to write a story to this*
“Stiles, tell me.”
“Okay Derek, I’m far from fine. Nothing is fine. You left. And since then I’ve felt everything BUT fine!”
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