the things i like to bite

just head over paws in love with Stiles and Derek. side blog for my little obsession with teen wolf.

[sixohsixoheightfourtwo]

The Ultimate Sterek Supercut - on vimeo

[nieyao]

you’re not gonna believe the gas station i drove by today

[nieyao]

[nieyao]

@hamsahandprint hands ownership of this post to you

[nieyao]

STOP BEING FUNNIER THAN ME ON MY OWN POST

[devildoll]

Employee of the month 62 months and counting:

[ashleystilinski131]

[lonelyreaper]

Part 12 - ?

"My Name is Derek Hale" by @isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) on AO3

“What day is it?” Derek demanded.

“What?”

“The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still.

When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.”

“That’s impossible,” Derek whispered.

“Not really, it comes around every seven days.”

“This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.

-

Derek stuck in a time loop is 100% funnier than Stiles being stuck.

The universe really likes to find new and interesting ways to screw with him (or is it the universe this time?)

And having the story being told from the point of view of the one NOT STUCK!? Genius. We don't see that often.

And to this beautiful fic, there's of course also the beautiful ongoing comic by @melioristicbeast

My cover definitely didn't make justice to the beauty of this fic or the comic, but I DID make it just as a fun idea.

I MIGHT try to redo it (I'm not very satisfied with the result), but for now, here it is.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

DUDE WHAT?! THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL! What do you mean it doesn't do it justice?! This is so fucking dope! You chose such a good shot for Derek in this! The colour scheme and the way you laid it out is awesome, I love this! <3<3<3<3<3<3

I love that it's like a legit book cover, with Stiles on the back like that. Dude this is really cool, thank you so much!!! <3<3<3 (And the stinger you added, 100000/10, best stinger ever holy shit, you're amazing!)

Okay but can't get over how perfect that Derek shot is for this, literally best decision, this is amazing, you did such a good job, THANK YOU!!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

(Would you be cool with me adding it to the fic and linking back to you? I like sharing other people's artistic talents <3 All good if not, just figured I'd ask <3)

[amyjake-archive-deactivated2017]

You know, like I’d broken your sacred rule and that’s it, there’s no going back.

[raisesomehale]

single dad Derek Hale in his forties starting to date Stiles, only-a-few-years-older-than-his-own-son, Stilinski

and Eli haaaaaates him.

he hates that not only did he and Stiles go to the same high school, but that their timing there actually overlapped at one point before Stiles graduated, because he’s that close in age to Eli.

he hates that his dad ditches him on one of their weekends together to take Stiles out for his twenty-first birthday (as if the implication of that aren’t bad enough) and yeah sure his dad promises to make up for it but the noises the two make that wake him up when they get home, long past midnight, can never be forgiven.

he hates the long, disgusting kissing and the always touching and the constantly ogling each other and the way people mistake him and Stiles for brothers ‘out with their dad’ when he relents and lets them drag him out on the town.

And he hates. hates. how Stiles is so unapologetically unashamed about it all.

obviously, the two of them do not get along.

not for a lack of trying on Stiles’ part, but they’re just really too close in age for any genuine reconciliation to be possible. (Okay maybe it’s more Eli being the immovable object in the scenario but he is sticking to his principles, dammit.)

Eli tried everything to get Stiles out of their lives.

Telling his dad how he feels (“You just need to get to know him, he can be kind of an acquired taste.”) Laying booby traps to deter Stiles from wanting to stay over (the nair in the shampoo bottle may have been a little far… but that one only came back to bite him in the ass when Stiles had to get a buzzcut after and his dad could not keep his hands off of him.) He even considered asking to stay at his mom’s full time, but their custody agreement doesn’t allow for it.

Eli hates everything.

and it is definitely not a secret how Eli feels, but by now, Stiles has just. stopped trying to tiptoe around Eli. Oh no. Now, it’s like he actively tries to annoy him.

Extra PDA

Extra weekend sleepovers

And the time Stiles comes over wearing this, Eli walked to his moms.

[renmackree]

[forgedfires]

super sketchy vampire!stiles for sterek bingo because vampire stiles will always be my weaknesssss

 click for higher res please!

[puppyloveandpredators]

There's something so poetic about a guy who's so connected to the moon being with a guy with a map of the night sky on his skin

[wishingonao3]

The first time Stiles says "I love you" to Derek, the timing is sort of bad. It's the kind of timing you see in movies and TV, in what might be called the throes of passion.

It just seems like there’s no perfect time to say that sort of thing. And Stiles has been holding out, waiting for a moment that feels right, a moment where he can say it without being terrified of Derek’s reaction. He’s been waiting, biting his tongue and keeping it down—

But it’s all he’s thinking when Derek sinks onto his cock that night, their foreheads tipped together, huffing hot breath against each other in lieu of kissing, hands digging into flesh and muscle. The only thing his brain can process is Derek, the naked and muscular form on top of him, warm skin dusted with dark body hair. And not just the visuals—no, Stiles is obsessed by the whole experience, every sense clogged with his lover. Derek’s scent, all woodsy and manly (like the section of Bath and Body Works geared toward protecting the fragile masculinities of dudes who think using lotion makes you gay). The feeling of Derek's skin, muscles, his whole body, his hole slick and tight around Stiles' cock. The taste of him, his sweat, his mouth. And the way he fucking sounds, panting breath and back-of-the-throat moans, little noises he just can't help but make as he angles himself to get Stiles right where he wants him.

Stiles loves watching him. All the time but especially like this, when he’s so—gone. When he’s all instinct, all pleasure, just a series of nerve endings chasing a high, almost more animalistic than when he’s a literal animal. There’s no greater joy in Stiles’ life, no indulge he takes more seriously, than watching Derek bounce on his cock. The expression on his face is so determined—but Stiles knows in a few minutes it’ll be weak with how good he feels, broken in pleasure.

They started in the shower tonight, slippery hands groping skin. Stiles fingered him for ages, until he was moaning desperate pleas into the hot spray. The whole time, Stiles has been so focused on Derek, on making him feel good, on giving him what he needs. Now, for the first time all night, Stiles is thinking about himself. About the thundering feeling in his chest that he can’t ignore.

God—he’s so fucking in love. In love. He fucking loves this man, this stupidly perfect werewolf with a truckload of trauma and the weight of the world on his shoulders—he loves Derek so fucking much that it feels like his skin must be glowing with it, bright and obvious. It must be clear on his face, in his gaze—Derek must know, right?

Derek’s nose is right up against his, a tentative brush, an invitation to kiss. Stiles accepts that invitation, hands firm on Derek’s hips, holding on for dear life. Maybe kissing will make the feeling better, will stop the words from bubbling up—

“Fuck,” Derek groans against his lips, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You,” Stiles says stupidly, breathlessly. “You feel—I wanna—I have to—”

“Yeah,” Derek sighs encouragingly; his hips do this evil thing as he rides Stiles’ cock, a thing that makes both of them moan. “M’close, you can—you can come.”

Christ, Stiles wasn’t even thinking about finishing, but now that Derek’s said it he feels perilously close to the edge. “Not yet,” Stiles gasps out. “I can—I can wait for you.”

Derek chuckles lowly, a sound that seems to vibrate straight through him, all the way to Stiles’ dick. “Don’t wanna wait,” he exhales, one hand twisting on his own cock. “Wanna feel you come inside me.”

“Derek.”

“Yeah, c’mon, give it to me.”

Stiles wants to give him everything. Not just sex and orgasms but fucking everything. Comfort, happiness, a life where he isn’t always looking over his shoulder, a life where his dreams are sweet instead of terrifying. Stiles would give him the world if he could.

Derek kisses him hard, fiercely, teeth and tongue and panting breath. And Stiles can feel him tighten, feel his body tense as his orgasm shudders through him, and it’s the greatest relief in the world, the feeling of Derek’s pleasure. It’s like there’s a hook in Stiles’ guts, pulling him along after his lover—he can’t do anything to stop it, helplessly tugged along into his climax. And he can hear it, knows it’s coming out of his own mouth, even though he can’t control it—

“I love you—fuck fuck fuck, I love you, Der—ohmygod—” Stiles gasps and shudders and clings to Derek through his orgasm, skin tight, face hot with embarrassment. The sparkly, fuzzy feeling starts to fade and Stiles winces as he hides his face in Derek’s chest. Oh, man. He really just did that—just said it like that, holy fuck, what an idiot.

Big, warm hands take hold of his face, tilting his head just so. And Derek’s lips are soft on his, sweet.

“I love you,” Derek mutters, tilting their foreheads together again. “I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

Stiles’ heart thumps happily in his chest. “Yeah, well—you just really inspire me, I guess.”

“Say it again.”

Stiles laughs, hands flexing on Derek’s hips. “Why don’t you make me?”

(It’s actually harder to stop Stiles from saying it, once he has permission. Derek doesn’t seem to mind.)

[elvishness-deactivated20191104]

Derek and his puppies.

[haletostilinski]

 #ANNOYED SCOTT #KANIMA JACKSON #BOW IN HER HAIR ERICA #CLINGY BABY ISAAC #DISTANT BOYD #THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE ON THE INTERNET

[wanna-bee]

[wishingonao3]

“What happened here?”

It takes Derek a second to process the question. More than a second, actually. Because he has no fucking clue what happened here. All he knows is that he went from shouting at Stiles about his recklessness to -

Well. There was some kissing, after the shouting. And then there was the hurried, embarrassingly desperate rush to Derek’s bed. Jesus.

“I don’t know,” Derek admits, staring at the ceiling.

If he had to try to explain it, he’d probably say that it was…inevitable. Now that they’re both back in Beacon Hills, they’ve been spending a lot of time together and maybe they’ve fallen back into their old patterns. Where they bicker and snark at each other but actually rely on each other more than anyone else. And Derek hasn’t actually had a date in a while, or anything resembling one. Not to mention the almost-tangible sexual tension between the two of them over the past… Well. Forever.

He sort of wants to ask if Stiles is okay. If they’re okay, their friendship, their pack relationship. Derek’s never tried to have a platonic pack relationship with a guy who sucked his dick. But the words are caught in his chest, his throat; he can still see it, in his mind’s eye, the way Stiles had grinned when they were finally naked, the way his eyes had darkened and his tongue had slipped between his lips to make his mouth look all wet and lush. Fuck. Just thinking about it is making his skin all tight again, making blood rush south.

He should ask Stiles’ opinion. On exactly what happened. How they went from bickering to foreplay to mutual orgasms. He cares a little more about what happens next, though.

“Nobody taught you how to separate colors, huh?” Stiles asks with a laugh in his voice, and Derek frowns at the confusing shift in topic.

“What?” he asks as he shoves himself up on his elbows, finally looking up at where Stiles is standing by the foot of the bed. He’s poised against Derek’s dresser, still naked, rifling through his underwear drawer. Holding a pair of pink boxers. “Oh,” Derek exhales. “Is that - that’s what you meant.”

Stiles smirks as he waves the boxers in Derek’s direction. “Yeah. Didn’t picture you as a pink underwear kinda guy. Honestly, I’m surprised you had white underwear to turn pink.”

“It was an accident, obviously.”

“The purchasing of white underwear?”

Derek sighs as he collapses onto his back again. The ceiling fans whirls and whirls without a care, disinterested. “One of Eli’s sweaters got into the whites pile last week. Bunch of his socks are pink now too.”

“Very cute. I bet Miss Pearl loves that.”

Eli’s first-grade teacher, the heroine of their household lately. Eli worships her almost as much as he does Stiles, which is really saying something.

“I’m gonna wear these,” Stiles tells him as he steps into the pink shorts. “Since my underwear got torn by an impatient werewolf.”

Derek winces. “Shit, really?”

“It’s cool,” Stiles laughs. “Definitely worth it. Next time you wanna rip something off me, I’ll wear my cheapest rags.”

Derek’s heart beat a little faster. “Next time?”

“Well, you know.” Stiles’ smile is a little hesitant - shy, maybe - as he dresses. Jeans over pink boxers. Shirt over naked shoulders. “Now that we’ve crossed the line, seems like it might happen again. But I get it if - well. I know Eli’s your priority, so.”

Eli is his priority. But Stiles is pretty special to him too. And Derek doesn’t want to have just the one memory, the one rushed encounter. He wants…more. He wants to take his time. He wants to memorize the feeling of Stiles’ skin under his hands, the taste of him, the musical thumping of his heart. Now that he’s given into his urges, he doesn’t want to stop.

“The next time,” Derek says, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels, “can be right now, if you want.”

Stiles beams. “You just want your pink undies back.”

“They look better on you.”

“I think you’re supposed to say something about them looking better on your floor.”

“Pretend I said that, then.”

He laughs, bright and loud, and kneels on the mattress, crawling his way back up to Derek. His honey-colored eyes examine Derek’s face in fast movements, leaning in slowly enough that Derek could protest the offer of a kiss. But he doesn’t. He accepts Stiles’ mouth eagerly, in fact.

“You think Auntie Cora will wanna keep him a little longer today?” Stiles asks between kisses.

“She owes me,” Derek says.

“Sunday in bed it is, then. C’mon, Der. Rip the pink undies off. With your teeth.”

[redshood]

Stiles ‘so done with you and your shit’ Stilinski.

[secretzofdarkness]

Sterek is special because even though Derek is the one who was raised by wolves and whose teeth and nails change under the moonlight, it is Stiles who is more prone to lose control and go completely savage.

[inkandgasoline]

And he's judging YOU right back--

Finally got this one finished--after a thumb injury and Procreate deciding to yeet my entire brush library (which was definitely worse).

He's got such a baby face here, but I dig it

(Don't repost, don't feed to any AI, and ask first if you'd like to share off site. Thxxx)

[kaciart]

I ship it so hard.

[doctorscienceknowsfandom]

The ship the WHOLE fandom can get behind.

Does it have a pairing name yet?

[thewinterotter]

Is it possible to have a pairing name when you don’t even know a character’s first name? You end up with stuff like Sherissa. :D

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