#seik o

[leedongwook]

"Every time I close my eyes I feel like I could disappear, I could overflow an ocean with the cavalcade of all my tears. And I know I sound dramatic, but that's just how it feels. I'm holdin' to the notion that I'll find something real. I’ve been looking for somebody to tell me that I’m real."

For @seik-o​​

[smowkie]

ohohoho, how about sterek for the prompt generator with A13, B12 and C11?? but only if you feel in any way inspired by my random choice ♥ ;)

Hi! Thank you for the prompt =D I, uh, am not sure what happened, but I hope you like it! ♥

(prompt generator - A13, B12, C11 = Speaking against skin, Park, No reason at all)

(I forgot that this was asked to this blog, I meant to post it on @sterekshaven where I keep my fics, but I didn’t remember that until it was posted. Sorry for any confusion)

Gross ao3

744 words | Gen characters: Original Characters, Derek, Stiles tags: POV Outsider, Established Sterek, Grandparents Sterek, Aromantic Character, Asexual Character

Ellie was sitting leaned back over a picnic table, her elbows on the table and her head tilted to the sun, eyes closed as she enjoyed the soft breeze and listened to the sounds of the park. She was there with her brothers, Alec, 15 years old and a year younger than Ellie, and Seb, the baby, just five years old, as well as their grandpas.

Alec sighed heavily. "Why are our grandpas so gross?" he asked, and Ellie blinked her eyes open and looked at him.

"What the hell? They’re not gross."

"Heck," Alec corrected absentmindedly, and Ellie rolled her eyes, he was always so responsible. "They are though, look at them."

Ellie turned to look at where they were sitting closer to the playground watching Seb play with Sarah, Seb’s best friend from kindergarten. Stiles had his leg in that awkward angle, meaning it was a bad day for his knee, and he was leaned against Derek, his lips brushing his cheek as he spoke quietly. Ellie focused to hear what he was saying, but he was just talking about Seb and Sarah, so she turned back to Alec.

"They’re just sitting there, they’re not gross," she said.

Alec sighed again, like she was being unreasonable. "They’re so gross."

"Why?" Ellie asked, looking at them again. They really were just sitting there, looking happy and in love, there wasn’t anything gross about them.

"Ugh," Alec said. "You have Nat, you don’t understand."

Ellie frowned. "What does my girlfriend have to do with anything?"

"You’re always so romantic, it’s gross, you and mom and dad and them too," Alec said, gesturing to their grandpas.

"Weren’t you in love with Emily?" Ellie asked, and Alec looked at her, his eyes huge.

"What? No, ew, no," he said, sounding appalled. "I mean, she’s pretty and stuff I guess, and I like her, but not like that."

"Oh." Ellie frowned at their grandpas as she thought about it. Derek looked at her and tilted his head a little in question, but she lifted her shoulder in a small shrug and shook her head. Derek smiled before looking back at Seb, and Ellie looked at Alec. "Are you aromantic?"

"No?" Alec asked, then he frowned. "Am I?"

"You could be," Ellie said.

Their parents had talked about things like that a lot, taught them about different sexualities and gender and aromanticism and stuff, told them everything was good and that they’d love them no matter what. Ellie had never really understood why, she had known she liked girls very early and since her grandpas were in a gay relationship it hadn’t been anything she really thought about, it was just how it was. But she was starting to understand it when she sat there watching Alec think.

"But I sorta… want someone?" Alec said quietly.

"Okay?"

"But not like that. Like. Like, I don’t know, just not… that."

"Are you talking about anyone in particular now, or just the general someone?" Ellie asked.

"I’m not sure," Alec said. "Maybe?"

"Emily?" Ellie asked.

"I mean, she is pretty, and I like her, and I sorta… I don’t know. I want something, but I’m not in love with her, you know? I don’t want to do all that romantic stuff."

"What about the sexual stuff?" Ellie asked, and nearly regretted asking when she saw the absolute look of horror on Alec’s face.

"No," he breathed, then his eyes widened. "Oh."

"I mean, it sorta sounds like it, but you don’t have to know right now," Ellie said. "Talk to Mom about it, maybe?"

Alec nodded, a frown on his face. "Maybe," he said, then he groaned, "ugh, look at them."

Ellie looked at their grandpas again, just in time to see Derek pull away from Stiles, a slight furrow between his brows as he glanced at Ellie and Alec. He smiled at them though, turned to smile at Stiles too, took his hand, then frowned at his leg.

"No, it’s fine, Derek," Stiles started, but Derek still started to pull his pain.

"I think it’s nice," Ellie said softly. "They’ve been together for like 40 years, and they’re still so in love." She smiled at Alec, who was still looking at them. "I want that with Nat."

"Ugh," Alec said, but he smiled at her. "I mean, I know, I get that, and I hope you stay happy and whatever. It’s just…"

"Gross?" Ellie asked.

"So gross," Alec agreed.

[marjansmarwani]

haven't see any posts about it & thought i'd unload my thoughts in your inbox if that's ok? the scenes with carlos explaining why he didn't introduce tk as his boyfriend and tk acknowledging that carlos feels unsafe with his own parents hits different when contrasting it with the scene where carlos had no qualms about saying "and his boyfriend's a cop" to the bartender and then following it up with a "i like people to know you're mine" i mean-- ouch

You’re always welcome to drop your thoughts here! Especially when you’re so right - those scenes really did hit different in relation to each other. Which is why I really do like that they used those two different scenarios to bookend the episode. It gives so much more weight to Carlos’s fears since we know just how expressive he likes to be about their relationship in a situation where he feels safe/confident enough to do so.

Ouch is right, for sure.

[sterek]

wait a second.... sterek is the 3rd biggest ship on ao3?? where can i look that up omg that is total new information

yes it is! you can see the 2019 stats here, and it’s been 3rd for a long time. The top 3 ships have been the same for years, and sterek is there along with destiel (idk in which season castiel came in, but I’m pretty sure there’s been more than 10 years of them having scenes together) and johnlock which we all know has been around forever and is huge.

Go sterek! :)

Btw, Sterek currently has 58 185 works, lets try our best to reach 60k, yeah? Keep posting your stuff!

[sterekshaven]

non-sexual intimacy prompts? hell yeah :) i actually can't remember that i ever read a sterek massage fanfic so in case you want to do it, could i get massaging (number 16 on the list), please? no pressure, though! ♥

Thank you for the prompt!! I have a couple of fics where Stiles massages Derek in the bath (Pampering and Ridiculously romantic), but no proper massage fics, and since I usually have Stiles pampering Derek, I figured it was Stiles’ turn to be pampered for once =D I hope you like this fluff! =D ♥ (the Non-Sexual Intimacy prompt list)

Massage ao3 - pillowfort

1243 words | Gen characters: Stiles, Derek tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Massage, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Derek takes care of Stiles, Pampering

“Roll over,” Derek said as he put a small pink bottle on the nightstand.

Stiles furrowed his brows, confused, but did what Derek told him to and rolled to his stomach. “Okay?”

Derek climbed up on the bed to kneel next to Stiles. “Scoot over a little more.” Stiles awkwardly scooted closer to the middle of the bed, and Derek put a hand on his shoulder. “There.” He got the bottle from the nightstand and straddled Stiles’ butt, then Stiles heard the bottle click open and a moment later click closed.

“What are you doing?” Stiles asked.

He had just gotten home after three days and two nights away because of work, had only just showered before collapsing on their bed, tired and so glad to be home and with Derek again.

“Pampering you,” Derek said, his smile clear in his voice, and then he put his warm and slick hands on the back of Stiles’ shoulders.

“But that’s my thing,” Stiles grumbled, only to groan when Derek kneaded his stiff muscles. “Oh, that’s good.”

Derek laughed softly and leaned forward to press a kiss to his damp hair. “Not exclusively,” he said. “I should get to pamper you too sometimes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles groaned.

Derek was thorough. His hands were warm and firm, the scent of the massage oil mild and pleasant, and it felt like Derek kneaded every single muscle in Stiles’ body, several of which Stiles had no idea he even had. He started on his shoulders, slowly worked his way up the back of his neck before going down his back, stopped when he found knots or stiffer muscles.

“I might have to do this more often,” Derek said as he was working. “Are you always this stiff?”

“Hnng,” Stiles said, words were not a thing he could manage right then. He was in fucking heaven.

Derek laughed softly again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

When he reached Stiles’ lower back, Stiles was starting to get self-conscious about the sounds he was making, because he sorta sounded like he was in a bad porno with all the moaning and groaning.

“God, you are fucking divine,” Stiles moaned.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Derek said, and Stiles huffed out a laugh.

“Good, because fuck, you are so good at this, you can do this whenever you want.”

“I can hear that,” Derek said, his tone teasing, and Stiles’ cheeks heated up.

“Yeah, I’m actually trying not to sound like I’m in a bad porno.”

“I sorta like it,” Derek said, “shows I’m doing something right.”

“You’re doing everything right,” Stiles said, then he moaned when Derek found yet another muscle Stiles didn’t know he had.

“Good,” Derek said softly. A minute later he tugged at the waistband of Stiles’ underwear. “Can I take these off?”

“Kay,” Stiles said, and when Derek gripped them better he lifted his hips for him.

Derek climbed off him to pull the underwear off, then he straddled his thighs instead. He dug his thumbs into Stiles’ cheeks as he thoroughly massaged his butt, and Stiles thought it probably should feel sexual, but it wasn’t, not in the slightest.

He kept going down the back of his thighs, then he sat next to his legs as he massaged his calves. Stiles didn’t want to move ever again, he was so relaxed and comfortable and fucking euphoric with it.

“Wanna turn around so I can do the rest of you?”

Stiles blinked, then he groaned. “Yes, but I don’t wanna move.”

Derek laughed quietly, then he came up next to Stiles’ waist. He grabbed Stiles’ hip and shoulder, then he gently rolled him to his back, and Stiles laughed as he let Derek manhandle him to where and how he wanted him.

“Thanks,” he said when Derek was done. “You’re good at this pampering thing.”

Derek smiled and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips, then he started massaging Stiles’ chest. He didn’t do much on his stomach, mostly just stroked his warm and oil slick hands over him and lightly massaged him, then he went back up to do Stiles’ arm.

“I should do this to you someday soon,” Stiles said, his voice almost slurry with how relaxed and comfortable he was. ”S’nice.”

”It’s very nice,” Derek said softly, working his warm and strong hands down Stiles’ forearm.

He did his hand too, dug his thumb into the base of Stiles’ thumb, gently massaged his whole hand, down each finger, and when he was done he pecked Stiles on the lips again as he climbed over him to do his other arm.

Then he went down his thighs, thoroughly massaged them while straddling Stiles’ lower legs. He ended on his feet, did them as thoroughly as the rest of him, before coming up to sit next to Stiles, who smiled at him.

”That was nice, thank you,” Stiles said, and Derek looked smug as he raised his eyebrows.

”I’m not done yet,” he said, and Stiles furrowed his brows in confusion.

Derek got a little more oil on his hands, then he stroked his fingers over Stiles’ forehead, down his temples, and cupped his cheeks, and he smiled when Stiles groaned softly.

”God, I love you,” Stiles mumbled. ”You’re the best.”

When he had spread the oil on Stiles’ face, Derek started on his jaws, moved his thumbs in little circles against the muscles there, then slowly worked them in circles along his jawline to his chin. He massaged up his cheekbones next, gently but firmly in the little circular movements, lighter on his cheeks, then up to his temples. He stayed there for a moment, and Stiles’ eyes slipped shut, then Derek continued to his forehead. He stroked his brows until Stiles’ jaw was slack, then he ran his thumbs down the bridge of his nose before going back to his forehead to smooth his fingers over it.

He cupped Stiles’ jaws, leaned down to brush a kiss to his slack mouth, and Stiles smiled.

”I sorta want to do your head too, but oil and hair and showers and stuff,” Derek said.

”I don’t care, you can bathe me in olive oil for all I care,” Stiles said.

”Yeah?” Derek asked, and Stiles opened his eyes.

”That was rhetorical, please don’t.”

Derek laughed. ”I’m not gonna bathe you in olive oil.”

”Thanks,” Stiles said, smiling, ”I appreciate that.”

Derek leaned down for a kiss, then he bunched some pillows against the headboard next to Stiles’ head. He got the covers and pulled them over Stiles, then he sat leaned against the headboard right next to him, leaned over to grab him under his arms and tug him up against his chest.

Stiles scooted around a little to help, and when he had his head leaned on Derek’s chest he put his hands on his legs and sighed happily.

”This is nice,” he said. ”Everything is gonna be greasy, but it’s nice.”

”I’ll wash it tomorrow, it’s fine,” Derek said, then he carded his fingers through Stiles’ hair, got his hands in under his head and dug his fingers into his scalp, and Stiles groaned.

”God, you are spoiling me so hard,” he said.

”Mhm,” Derek said. ”You deserve it too, you know.”

Stiles just grunted, clumsily stroked Derek’s knee. He was half asleep it felt like.

”Love you,” he said. ”You’re the best.”

”Love you too,” Derek said.

[hoechyeahsteelatom]

wait a second, what make out scenes with superman does mehcad mean?? 👀 now i am intrigued 😂😂

There aren’t any, he was just being funny, sadly enough, I would have loved some make out scenes with James and Clark xD

[kaistrex]

Just found one of your shorter fics (part 1 of Sliding Doors) and it was super cute! ♥️ I look forward to read your other stories! 😘

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the rest just as much ^-^

[leedongwook]

“ ... it’s not your fault he’s dead. It’s mine. Look, there was nothing either one of us could’ve done for Devon. Some people just don’t want to be saved. A friend said that to me recently, and, um ... it helped.”