SterekLoverForever

you may think i know what im doing but you would be wrong

[sterekloverforever]

Moodboard for Chapter Two of Whatever He Wants

[sparassiss]

derek: what the duck? *duck *DUCK *FUCK i mean what the fuck stiles: sure you did, big guy

[puppyloveandpredators]

Sterek au meet cute where Stiles is a ups or Amazon delivery driver or something and every day he drives his route, delivering packages, and he knows literally every dog on the street, like he knows the one at the house with the rose bushes got bad hips but loves attention so he gotta go up the steps to pet her, the golden at the 2 storey house with the bikes in the driveway loves to sleep on the bench near the door and will roll over and potentially fall off to get tummy rubs, he knows that one pitbull with the massive head who looks terrifying but does full body wiggles he gets so excited when he sees Stiles van pull up, he knows em all.

One day Stiles gets a package to deliver to a big house on the outside of town that's rather quiet, never had to deliver anything to them before, but he pulls up, scanner in hand, package under his arm, and there's a massive... dog? A big black German shepherd maybe? Maybe a husky mix? Laying on the porch, right in front of the door. This isn't Stiles first rodeo (obviously), he knows not all dogs are friendly, so he approaches cautiously, announcing himself while still in safe fleeing distance of his van. The big black dog (?) lifts its head and watches him with an even gaze. It's not wagging, or looking any kind or specifically friendly, but it's also not growling or raising hackles, actually looks kinda relaxed. Just completely neutral. So he keeps talking. "hey big guy, I got a package for your house, just gotta drop it off, okay? Is that okay? Are you friendly? Please don't bite me, I like my insides as insides. You like my insides staying inside too, yeah? Not gunna eat me? We good?" The most he gets is an ear flick, but he's been getting closer the entire time.

This German shepherd maybe/husky/apparently part bear thing is huge, it almost looks like a wolf, but Stiles knows there's no wolves in California. Haven't been for decades. He drops the package next to the door, scans it, takes a photo for proof, steps back, and decides to test his luck. He reaches a hand out to let the dog (?) sniff him. The dog (?) doesn't. Stiles pets the dog (?) between the ears. "Good boy" and turns around to go back to his van. The dog (?) watches him go silently. Stiles gets back in he van and drives back down the road, back to the rest of town and the rest of his deliveries. Derek, still unmoved from his place on the porch, watches him go and thinks "I AM a good boy"

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @swlfangirl 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

“You’re back,” he said, sounding as surprised as he looked. “I didn’t think you would be.”

“Why not?” Stiles asked, confused and still half-asleep. He yawned as he rubbed both hands across his face again, and then froze at the next words out of Jeremy’s mouth.

“I figured you’d spend the weekend with your boyfriend.”

His what?

“My what?” he asked aloud.

“Your boyfriend,” Jeremy said, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “The angry, overprotective dude who came to get you? You could’ve just told us it was your boyfriend you know, you didn’t have to give us the song and dance ‘he’s my dad’s deputy’ routine. I kind of figured out you were lying about that in first year when you moved in with him for the summer.”

Stiles stared at him, completely flabbergasted about this entire situation.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

[timetosuitup]

Hellooo my bisexual icon Stiles who is feeling himself and is out and proud and sometimes when he’s going out with the girls he likes putting on eyeliner and glittery eyeshadow and lipgloss and messes his hair up all sexy and just fucking slays with every outfit. He looks so fucking yummy delicious and Derek has to watch him go with big, queer yearning eyes™️ and almost cries. But when Stiles comes back he’s Derek’s yummy delicious baby 100%

[sparassiss]

thinkin about soft married sterek again. they’re cuddled up together on the couch and stiles is on his back and derek is laying on his chest with his arms wrapped around stiles’ torso. his head is resting beneath stiles’ chin. derek’s wearing his maroon thumbhole sweater. they’re both breathing slowly and deeply and contentedly. they’re watching some documentary on tv while stiles rakes his fingers through derek’s hair. 

derek’s eyes start to drift shut and stiles leans down to kiss his forehead. he pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over them both, and derek snuggles even closer, tucking his head against stiles’ neck and burrowing in. stiles’ arms wrap tight around derek’s back and skull and he clutches his husband close. 

the night is quiet and the loft is silent except for the low sound of the tv and their soft breathing. stiles leans into derek, pulling him closer still and treasures the man in his arms and the comforting, warm weight on top of him. he doesn’t watch the tv anymore; his eyes are trained solely on the wolf and he can’t stop thinking about how perfect the night feels and how safe and content they are, how they’ve earned this, how he can give this to derek. 

he brushes derek’s cheek reverently with his thumb, stroking across his skin and his nose and his eyebrow and his lips and feels derek’s mouth spread into a small smile in his sleep, feeling and recognizing stiles’ touch against him, warm and familiar. he hugs stiles to him like a teddy bear and looks so peaceful and innocent as he lies there safe in stiles’ arms. 

stiles doesn’t close his eyes for fear of missing this, and just lays there, watching derek fondly, savoring the moment, utterly in love and so very grateful for the safety and security and peace they’ve finally been allowed. 

at long last he drifts off to sleep, completely content and happy with the love of his life resting in his arms.

[secretzofdarkness]

Established Sterek would be the most clingy and awkward couple to ever exist.

The poor pack now has to deal with double sarcasm, sass, irony and bad decisions.

They all would be in a pack meeting discussing their new fae enemy, just for Stiles and Derek to look at each other eyes for a whole minute without even blinking and then leave the room without explanation.

By the time the pack comes out with a plan and drives to the fae nest, the only thing left is fae black goo. A text to Stiles later and now they know why they left earlier.

"Sorry Scotty but it was takin 2 much and Derek and I were in the middle of a My Little Pony marathon. A few moody flies are not worthy ignoring Twilight Sparkle dude"

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine Stiles keeps a piece of sea glass with him at all times because it reminds him of Derek’s eyes.

[timetosuitup]

Derek: Do not call me cute. Don’t call me hot. Don’t even call me sexy. Call me what I wanna be called, which is—

Stiles: A LEGENDARY MASTER OF THE ARCANE

Derek: No. Derek.

Stiles: oh

Derek:

Stiles: anything else?

Derek: puppy boy :)

Stiles: oh my god

[physalislantern]

Have a peek at @wolfspurr and my project for the Sterek Reverse Quicky 2026 💕

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Stiles: “Derek and I are dating now.”

Erica: “Now? What the hell do you call what you two have been doing before now?”

[shieldofiron]

Stiles: Oh. Oh.

[saintsinterlude]

[oemorrow]

if any of you saw this on monday no you didn't

ANYWAY sterek (wip) wednesday

based on this meme

[sparassiss]

reasons why derek wears tight shirts:

the compression feels good and makes him feel held

he needs the support. emotionally but also like a bra

less fabric in the way if he has to run from something

someone told him he has to dress sexy and hot

reasons why stiles buys him oversized shirts and he learns to love them:

comfy.

nonrestrictive

feels like a hug

more fabric means cozy and the running-away thoughts are less prominent in his brain. he doesn't feel like he has to be as on-guard in them

stiles bought them for him so they smell good and stiles borrows them too (and they smell even better)

stiles still thinks he looks hot in them and they're extra good for cuddling. they're soft and loose and warm and he can move more easily. they're not restrictive like before. they mean safety

on that note, despite derek kind of hating himself in season one specifically, at least he wore soft henleys. like yeah the leather jacket did not seem cozy, and stiles likes to buy him fleece and warm sweaters later on, but derek could've been wearing itchy or stiff or plastic-y shirts. instead they were soft and worn and the fabric was gentle and that's something at least. the man just wants to feel cozy and it's nice that he let himself at least partially.

too bad stiles shrunk all his shirts accidentally in the wash and had to replace them all with a larger size. it was the only size in stock, sorry! major oopsie moment 🙈

[nixeleth]

Week Two Round-Up for the Sterek Reverse Quickie 2026

@sterekreversechallenges is back after another week of Sterek art and fic from the Sterek Reverse Quickie 2026! For week two, we have Stiles with wings, gothic humor, artist Stiles, romance novelist Stiles, fae Stiles, older Stiles, curses, Derek and Stiles transformed into fluffy animals, Derek and Stiles in pink panties, fluff, smut, versatile Sterek, various takes on mates. We have moodboards and digital drawings and manips. Dig in and enjoy!

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Marked (@cw0ffeefandomaddict, @eevylynnart):

Stiles has spent years keeping his secrets exactly that — secret. Layered shirts, careful angles, a very practiced talent for misdirection. Beacon Hills is complicated enough without adding shifter to the list of things nobody can know. He wasn't planning on Derek finding out. He definitely wasn't planning on what came after.

Betrothed (But Not to You): (@write-light, @1989dreamer):

The Hale family is very much alive, very much werewolves, and more than a little… weird. Stiles is a failing portrait artist hired by the mysterious Hales to paint their son's betrothal portrait. Neither Stiles nor Derek plan to fall in love, but things happen. Who is Derek betrothed to, anyway? And why is no one happy about it? Stiles just needs to paint Derek's portrait – how hard could it be?   A story by write_light, inspired by the artwork of the same name by klam.

Enough to Make Me Feel Supernatural (@nixeleth, @renmackree):

The problem with finding someone on Grindr wasn’t that he was demisexual—the problem was that fourteen years ago, Stiles had basically imprinted on one surly teenager over a "stolen" sandwich cookie, and he’d never really gotten over that. Honestly, it was like something out of one of his own romance novels, except without werewolves.

tagged (@seaweed-water, @asyndetonic):

Stiles, a graphic designer by day and graffiti artist by night, just wants to tag his love for Derek all over town. Derek would prefer to be tagged instead, iykwim 😏

Domination Conflagration (@definitivelydrivel, @sugareey-makes-stuff):

Stiles' first thought was oh fuck. Stiles' second thought was, why the hell is that rabbit glaring at me? FUCK was his third thought as the rabbit lunged.

In which Derek startles Stiles awake in the middle of the dream, resulting in Stiles' spark turning them into a rabbit and a cat respectively. Complicated questions of dominance follow, along with a resolution to said questions (and of course, smut!).

The Sun, The Moon, The Truth (Annabeth_Crestfallen_LeMorte, @sterekloverforever):

Two souls connected despite being polar opposites. One is sunshine, the other is the moon. While one enjoys the simple things in life, like gardening and watching the sunrise, the other enjoys living on the wild side, like riding motorcycles and howling at the moon. When they come together, they realize how the other completes them perfectly. They are yin and yang, the sun and moon, soul mates.

every kiss you give me (@srue-on-fire, @artemischarmed):

“Can you take this to Stiles? I forgot my notes upstairs.” Derek looked at the coffee like she’d handed him a live grenade. “I can’t.” Laura narrowed her eyes. “You can’t carry a coffee?” “I’m injured.” “You have one broken arm, not Victorian wasting disease.” Derek refused to dignify that with a response and walked away. Laura yelled after him, “You used to bring him cinnamon rolls voluntarily!” Yes, Laura. That was before Derek had admitted he wanted a beard burn on his thighs and she cackled like a hyena instead of protecting his virtues.

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Stay tuned for one more week of Sterek art and fic from this year's Quickie on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday!

[sparassiss]

sterek as squishmallows. inspired by random chats in the sterek book club discord. derek's doing a blep (he couldn't help it)