the petting zoo

agentotter:

maichan808:

prompt: shaving/body hair removal
I played around with a more painterly approach for this, but little did I know how frustrating it is to fake!paint in Photoshop. I THINK I’LL STICK TO MY TRUSTY PENCILS FOR THE TIME BEING.

And thank you so much to the lovely niablackcat for writing this beautiful ficlet to go with this painting:

It almost gets to be too much here in their tiny apartment, as Derek sits on the edge of a tub that has no business being in such a closet-sized bathroom. Here, between Stiles’ arms, with his long fingers encircling Derek’s neck, the straight blade quickly reveals patches of pink-dark skin.

“That’s it,” Stiles murmurs, hot breaths painting the steamy, frameless mirror in front of them.

Everything looks old and battered in the cramped reflection –just like their souls– as Derek sometimes likes to think. But neither of them minds at all, because this space is theirs in a way nothing else out there will ever be.

I seriously want this to be a trend. Really. Can we trope the shit out of this now? Here, have another one:

“I have to admit, I’m kind of torn by this whole thing,” Derek says. His body doesn’t seem to be torn, though; it’s acting more or less under its own direction, knees edging a little further apart to give Stiles a more comfortable space between his thighs, head tilting to allow better access to his throat.

Stiles isn’t even listening. He says, “Mmm?” and licks his lips, intent on his task. He wraps one broad hand around the curve of Derek’s chin, tilts Derek’s head a little, and then moves in again, carefully dragging his blade against Derek’s throat.

Derek waits until Stiles pauses to clean off the razor in the sink, and then he says, “On the one hand, I really feel like I should take your entire collection of wolf behavior books out back and burn them.”

Stiles’ lips also curl up slowly in a smirk, and his eyes flicker up to Derek’s for a warm, familiar look that lingers like a touch. “And on the other hand?” he prompts.

“On the other hand, I’m kind of reaping the benefits of your obsession with wolf courtship,” Derek says.

“Don’t pretend you’re not into it,” Stiles says. “Mutual grooming is my new favorite.”

Derek doesn’t pretend he’s not into it. His body shivers a little under Stiles’ hands, but not because he’s cold. He’s warm, beyond warm. He reaches out, slips his fingers beneath the waistband of Stiles’ boxers, presses his thumbs into the hollows of Stiles’ hips.

Stiles hums under his breath. The razor scrapes, slow and careful, under the curve of Derek’s jaw. The shower head drips. Stiles smells like sleep and minty toothpaste and fabric softener.

He holds a blade to Derek’s throat and Derek sighs, closes his eyes, breathes it in.

filed under: unfortunate things to read while studying at school

Tagged: derekstilesshavingcomment-like fic

Source: maichan808

frecklesandflies:

Stiles got wounded in fight and isn’t able to walk, barely staying conscious. Derek has to carry him around the battlefield while trying to defend them both at the same time.  Despite Stiles’ condition he’s eager to help, but his hand is shaking and it’s hard to aim.

Tagged: why is this excitig to mederekstilesfanart

Source: frecklesandflies

And here I had been thinking Dylan O’Brien was the star of The Internship… :-p

blamemarcel:

thirty one frames, seventy eight layers and four hours later, I can’t really be bothered fixing everything that’s wrong with this.

shapeshifter fox!stiles, because that kind of thing makes me happy.

Source: blamemarcel