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🎃👻Inktober Day 14!! 👻🎃

Medieval!Steter commission for @lostwithoutmyanchor  🤗

💖Thank you very much for commission me!! 💖

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sweetness on one side, violence on the other

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izzy boi

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You asked; I delivered. Have some silly Steddyhands - feat. some amazing 'Draw The Squad' poses from Roxy's Refs on FB and croxovergoddess on tumblr! Wow, I'm so glad that these middle-aged men retired to run an inn together and everyone is alive and happy

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The evening before Stiles gets his neck tattoo, Peter catches him outside on the stoop of the building they are currently renting from.

The sun is already setting, staining the sky and Stiles in a pink and orange hue. It's easy to see that he's deep in thought, eyes rough from staying out all night, the stink of the bars he'd been to. Peter can still smell the alcohol on his clothes, see the inebriated flush on his skin, hear the heavy breathing as it puffs against his fingers.

The cigarette is halfway ashed by now, but Stiles isn't bringing it to his lips, letting it slowly burn away as he gets lost somewhere Peter can't follow.

He won't disturb him. In fact, Peter won't leave him until Stiles comes back. So he sits on the stoop and waits, watching the sunset until the sky is a deep purple. The stars are visible when Stiles drops the cigarette, smashing it against the concrete with his shoe, and he turns to give Peter a small smile.

Peter reaches out then and slides the beanie from Stiles' head to run his fingers through the short hair. The buzz is growing out quickly in such a short amount of time. He wonders if Stiles will ask him to help shave it again before moving on to another town and renting another place for a few weeks.

"Hi," Stiles sighs, leaning against Peter as fingers scratch at his scalp.

It's warm where Stiles' arm presses against his thigh, a chill from the night air already surrounding them, ready to threaten them with a cold that will seep into their clothing. Peter huffs and runs his hand down the back of Stiles' neck. "Hello." He replies before standing and tugging Stiles back inside.

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When Stiles is doing all the work he can have a little romance. As a treat.

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Sorry for putting this rat bastard man on your dash but MAG 193 had me by the throat until I painted this I took the opportunity to give him a weed tie because im a fiend Check me out on Instagram and maybe I’ll do Jon next

Wedding ring version under the cut for the LonelyEyes stans out there 👀

Weiterlesen

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and so, gerard keay ended.

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.. / … . . / -.– — ..-

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a bit older, a bit alpha… :}

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Real talk though... instead of sheriff stilinski, what about pastor stilinski? Stiles goes to every sermon, squirms in the pews during prayer, but it doesn’t sit right. He keeps on the charade for years. He wants to believe, but his mom is dead and his dad (the respected man he is) is now an alcoholic.

Then him and Scott find a body, and there’s werewolves. Amongst all the chaos he still has to be the perfect kid, and it’s tiring him out. They kill a hot were gone crazy—he still shivers when he remembers how close Peter’s fangs were to his wrist—but he comes back, sane and hotter than ever.

Peter later tells him he could smell the want on him. It makes him blush. They kiss finally, and all thoughts of being Daddy’s good little boy transformed in meaning, but not in power. He skips church for the first time that Sunday, but he’s still praying—and oh, does Peter love to grant his boy’s prayers.

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Is the steter fandom still alive? If so PLEASE give this a like & reblog so I can follow u

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Drabble 2: : “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Prompts are only inspiration and the drabble itself may not agree with the prompt in either exact words or mood. To me, a drabble is exactly 100 words. I’m using Google Docs to count. 

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Peter absently stroked his hands over Stiles’ back, eyes half closed as he enjoyed a truly fantastic afterglow. His skin had yet to reach that unfortunate but inevitable tacky stage, and Stiles was pleasantly heavy and warm where he sprawled across Peter’s chest. The scent of them together made his wolf rumble in pleasure.

“You good?” Stiles asked. They’ve been doing this long enough for Peter to hear the edge of insecurity under the casual tone.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Peter murmured. “One of these days you’ll figure it out, and God help me then.”

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Here is my contribution to the steter secret santa 2020!

Happy Holidays @obsessedbutonline

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Steter secret Santa gift for @bluebrownskies I hope you like it!

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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So I drew what is probably the horniest thing I've ever drawn. Which is shocking I know, considering I have written some smutty smutty fanfiction in the past.

Anyway, here is some horny steter fanart for you to enjoy.

It's just a sketch but since my initial urge to draw it has fizzled out rn this is what you get. Maybe in the future I'll do some line work or even color, who knows.