#sterek everywhere

[halinski]

My new phone hehe xD

[sterek-todaytomorrowforever]

Let's prove everyone that we are right and they are wrong. ;) Actually i dont hate the stydia fandom only stalia i dont know why

[whatthehellbells]

Every fucking time that I'm making a gifset and I see this scene again, the only thing I can think is Derek and Stiles bickering about who has the bigger penis.

Like Derek being all cocky about packing nine inches and Stiles like " I don't believe you dude, let's wip it out and see who is bigger" 

My headcanon? Derek is thicker Stiles is longer. Both of them are very surprised and happy about it, Derek even more because he is a size queen.

Sadly Peter and Scott aren't.

[whatthehellbells]

Everyone has a secret locked

But can they keep it?

Oh, no, they can't

Secret - Maroon 5

This is literally my treat yourself. Yesterday was my birthday, so I did something with my otp and one of my favorite songs to give myself.

[corayukimura]

Dec 24: New Holiday Traditions

Today was actually Lexi's day but she was suffering from writer's block and I'm just sorry because you guys are missing out on some really great Janny that I'm sure she can write for you guys for another day. On another note, I was totally supposed to upload this like two hours ago but it didn't happen because I was playing Cards Against Humanity. Anyways, here's my Sterek, hope you guys enjoy! 

“It was the night before Christmas and the whole loft was quiet except for--”

“Stiles shut up, I don’t want to hear this story of yours and I doubt anyone else does either.”

“Hey, don’t hate Derek. Just because you don’t have the sweet, sweet storytelling skills like I do doesn’t mean you can shut me up whenever.”

Derek raised an (absolutely perfect) eyebrow (seriously, how are his eyebrows so great). “Oh yeah?”

“Oh ye-mmmhff!” Derek pulled Stiles into a hard kiss, his hand curling around Stiles’ neck and thus, very effectively silencing Stiles. As Stiles started to relax into the kiss, eyes slipping closed, Derek smirked and quickly pulled away, leaving Stiles to pout at him before he promptly opened his mouth once again, as if to recommence his story. Derek threw a pleading look over at Erica, who was seated comfortably in Boyd’s lap and looked ready to listen to Stiles’ story, who grumbled before patting Boyd’s knee and climbing off.

“Stiles, I think it’s time we headed out anyways, maybe you can tell us that story another time? I’m sure it’s great. Like, embarrassingly so, but we’re gonna head out. Merry Christmas you guys! And try to keep it in your pants when we’re all over, will ya?”

Stiles leans in to kiss Erica on the cheek before trying to jump onto Boyd’s back for an impromptu piggy-back ride. Derek always wondered how Boyd could always be so stoic and stone-faced, but--oh, there’s that rare smile.

It’s probably just the holiday spirit anyways.

xxxxx

  As Stiles strolled back into the kitchen, he snuck up behind Derek (just kidding, it’s literally impossible to sneak up on Derek but he vows to do it one day) and grabbed Derek’s ass. And while it’s not easy for people to sneak up on Derek, apparently he’s gotten to a level of comfortability with Stiles that he just lets it happen.

So when Stiles just went ahead and grabbed his junk, Derek jumped up. Because that’s the logical response. The hard-on he gets is most definitely not.

“Stiles, what the fuck?”

As Stiles plastered himself to the front of Derek, grinding his thigh in between Derek’s legs, Stiles let out a ridiculously inappropriate moan (especially for the kitchen, oh my goodness).

“Mmmm, I was thinking that if you aren’t up for story time, what about some other kind of time? It can be a new tradition…”

“Stiles, a new tradition, nngg… would require…”

Stiles pulled his mouth off from where he was working his way down towards Derek’s hardening erection and raising an eyebrow questioningly, “What exactly does it require, hm?”

Derek growled before he dragged Stiles up into a rough kiss that was all teeth and biting and--

“Bed, now.”

“I am totally, completely, 100% on board with that idea, yeah let’s do th--”

“Stiles. Shut. Up”

“Yup, yeah, doing that.”

  xxxx

  When they woke up tangled in each other’s limbs the next morning, Derek’s arms automatically wrapped around Stiles’ middle. As Stiles’ started to stir, Derek shoved his nose into the crook of Stiles’ neck, revelling in the scent of mate.

“Mmm, so...what were you saying about what a new tradition would require?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Fine. You can have your new tradition. Despite the fact that Christmas sex is nothing new for us.”

Stiles laughed, throwing his head back. “Actually, sweetheart, it was Christmas Eve sex. So I’d like to think we’re starting a new trend.”

Derek will probably never understand why he loves this loser. But, he does. And he has absolutely no regrets about it.

[corayukimura]

Dec 16: Making Cookies

K this fic was short (just like i wanted) and got sexual rly fast (completely unintentional) so I just stopped and everyone else is asleep so it is thus completely unbeta’d and this is my life I should never write fics why are they always so sexual also I totally accidentally deleted this so I'm reposting because I'm terrible oh my god

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Stiles, you can’t make cookies wrong.”

“Nuh-uh. Of course you can. And you’re most definitely making them wrong. Wrong, so, so wrong.”

“Stiles, you literally cannot make cookies wrong if you follow the recipe. Look, I’m following the recipe!”

Derek threw his hands up in exasperation as Stiles shot him an unamused look.

“Fine. Tell me what I’m doing wrong, Cookie Jesus.”

“Seriously? Literally. Everything.”

“Do you even know what that word means? Stiles, I am following the goddamn recipe.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, fuck the recipe. Some things can’t be learned from a book, like love, or how to sing in tune, or how to make cookies.”

“Stiles, you can’t say that and then expect us to follow all of your shitty plans that involve every single one of us barely skimming by.”

Stiles was currently giving Derek some serious side-eye right about now.

“Okay, first of all. my plans are great. Like bomb-diggity. Second of all? It’s been like five years Derek. Five. And I have seriously matured since then. Like, I can call myself a grown-ass adult. So you can suck it.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Yeah that’s right!”

“Stiles what the fuck are you doing to the dough.”

“Kneading it, asshole. You can’t just pound it into the table. You have to caress it.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

What appalled Derek was that Stiles was, in fact, “caressing” the dough. Although to Derek it looked more like some sort of obscene sexual ritual involving his hands and lots of chocolate chips. It was doing this to Derek. Things that were completely inappropriate.

And by the looks of it, Stiles knew. He had this shit-eating grin on, his eyes sparkling as his winked at Derek as he continued to “caress” (stop using that word because that just killed my boner Stiles) the dough.

Derek flicked some of the cookie dough on the fingers at Stiles, some of it hitting his check. Derek smirked.

“Hey!”

“Alright Stiles, I think I can do it myself now.”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help? Because I think you need my help.”

Derek rolled his eyes and decided a different tactic was needed.

  So Derek wraps his arms around Stiles and puts his hands right over Stiles’, grinning as he feels Stiles tense up, desire and arousal replacing his normal, earthy, chocolate-y scent.

As Derek kneads his hands over the dough along with Stiles’, he runs his nose along the shell of Stiles’ ears and whispers, “I think I’ve got the hang of this. Anything else you want to show me?”

Stiles fucking shudders, leaning back into Derek’s body and grinding his ass back into Derek’s boner. Their hands completely stop moving in the sticky dough as Derek sucks a hickey into the back of Stiles’ neck. Stiles tips his head back, exposing the pale length of this neck and lets out a soft moan. Turning his head, Stiles kisses Derek like he’s dying before grabbing one of Derek’s cookie-dough-covered fingers and slipping it into his mouth and sucks.

  Needless to say, the cookie dough never made it to the oven.

[corayukimura]

Dec 8: Decorating the Tree

unbeta-ed and super late, sorry sorry sorry i'm just hoping there arent too many mistakes my fics always end up way too long ugh. anyways, enjoy!

Derek stares blankly back at Stiles, who has his hands cocked on his hips, looking back expectantly. Derek’s gaze slides back to the tree that Stiles has lugged into the loft, surprised that someone so gangly could have hefted so much weight. It was a big tree; a huge, 9 ft fir beauty that was just laying there in his loft.

“Are you gonna help or are you just gonna gape all day? Trust me, I know I’m that hot, but still. So…”

Derek growled. “Stiles, what the fuck. Why the hell do you have a tree, and why is it in my house?”

He glares at Stiles and Stiles continues to stand there, with his eyebrows raised. “It’s almost Christmas, sourwolf. Now put those eyebrows away and help me get this tree set up. I gotta go get all the ornaments and shit.”

Turning on his heel, Stiles ran down to his jeep as Derek’s eyebrows stayed furrowed. Derek shook his head and ran a hand over his face, listening to the soft sounds of Stiles shuffling through his messy jeep.

As he looked down at the tree, Derek couldn’t help but think: And then there were two.

By the time Stiles returned, Derek had fit the tree into its stand and was sitting cross-legged, glaring up at the tree as if it had personally offended him in some way. Stiles peeked his head out from behind the three huge boxes of decorations and ornaments that were currently threatening to topple over. As he carefully set the boxes down, he gave Derek a long look before he clapped his hands together.

“C’mon, we got a lot of work to do if we want to get all these ornaments on. And we should probably put lights around the loft for the Christmas party.”

When Derek turns back to look at him, it was like Derek had returned to the scary murder suspect with the permanent frown plastered on his face like the first few years Stiles knew him. In fact, Stiles knew all of Derek’s qualms about celebrating Christmas. Especially putting up a Christmas tree. It was the source of why Derek never really hung out with the pack, why he still kept his distance at times. Because even though Derek wasn’t the same person that Scott and Stiles stumbled upon in high school, he was still withdrawn.

It wasn’t even that though; Derek always had something against specifically putting up a Christmas tree.

And Stiles got it. He did, really. Because he’d give anything to go back to when he was nine years old, laughing with his mom as they picked out their favorite ornaments to put onto their small Christmas tree as his dad took pictures with a huge smile on his face. But she was gone now and he was still here. Just like Derek with his family.

But Stiles has also learned that sometimes the best way to forget the past pains of old memories is to make and enjoy the new memories.

“Don’t make that face at me Mr. Grumpy Eyebrows. You know why I’m here. We’re getting this tree up and that’s final.”

Grumbling as he got up to his feet, Derek replied, “Fine. But don’t expect me to be happy about it. And don’t even think about throwing some sort of Christmas party in the loft. It’s my loft.”

Stiles smirked. As if Derek would even mind. “Whatever you say Der-bear. Of course, I would never!”

xxxxxx

They had already gotten through the first two boxes and were in the process of rifling through the third when Stiles came upon a treasure that he had almost forgotten about. He looked up at Derek’s back, where Derek was currently hooking a small picture frame of Scott and Stiles that was taken back in elementary school.

“Oh my gosh, Derek, guess what I found!”

Stiles held out his palm and in the center was a fist-sized ceramic howling wolf. The bluish-gray paint was chipping in some places and part of the left ear was missing as if it was bitten off, but Stiles distinctly remembers this wolf. Derek plopped down next to him as Stiles continued to examine the small wolf.

“What is that?”

“It’s a wolf, duh.”

“...I meant…uh…”

“I knew what you meant.”

They sat in silence as Stiles let the wave of nostalgia pass over him, while Derek peered curiously at it (Stiles thought he looked kind of funny because he still looked like he wanted to be angry).

xxxxx

Derek watched as Stiles chewed on his lower lip. He wanted to reach out and make him stop. (He kind of wanted to kiss Stiles too but those feelings were repressed for a reason oh my god.) He glances up when Stiles heaves a sigh.

“My mom made it for me when I was 8. It was the last Christmas before...before she got sick. She always made these little trinkets for me but this one was my favorite. I guess you could say that I had something of a wolf phase when I was younger.” Stiles chuckled, keeping his eyes on his hands as they stroked the little wolf.

Now, Derek was never that great with feelings. Even with Cora and Laura, he was rough around the edges at best. Then, after Kate, all of his feelings were fucked up, so much that he couldn’t ever imagine building a pack again, being a part of something again. And with Stiles, their relationship never had any sort of label or explanation; they weren’t exactly friends except they kind of were. They’ve saved each other’s asses on more than a few occasions, and Stiles was the only one who could (and would) keep up with Derek’s sarcastic banter. And Stiles had come over with a huge ass tree just so he could have company over the holidays instead of “brooding in the shadows all alone like a creeperwolf all year round” (as Stiles had so eloquently put it).

So, Derek tentatively reaches out a hand and awkwardly pats Stiles’ shoulder before closing his hand over Stiles’ and giving them a little squeeze, deftly grabbing the little wolf and hanging it up right in the center-front of the tree, where there were surprisingly few ornaments hung up (or maybe Derek just conveniently turned the tree a bit, but those are details). And maybe it was the holidays or the close proximity or the unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that Derek’s heart fluttered just a little bit when the corners of Stiles' mouth quirked up just the tiniest bit and he looked up at Derek with wide and shining eyes.

xxxxx

Stiles and Derek stood shoulder to shoulder as they looked up at the blinking lights that led up to the bright star at the top of the tree (Stiles definitely enjoyed himself when Derek carried Stiles on his shoulders so that he could reach the top). Stiles wasn’t so sure who reached out first but his hand ended up tightly clutched in Derek’s, and looked up to meet Derek’s intense gaze.

And then Derek’s lips were on his and his brain short-circuited, only focused on the pair of warm lips pressing on his. Stiles brought his arms around Derek’s neck as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, never breaking the kiss. His mouth opened greedily as Derek nipped at his bottom lip, his tongue curling into the wet heat of Derek’s mouth. When they broke apart for air, they were both breathing hard.

Stiles smirked. “Aren’t you glad I brought you a tree?”

Derek growls.

Stiles has no regrets.

[dylanocreys]

ei, olá! sempre quis ler uma fanfic sterek mas nunca achei alguma grande e acabada pra ler, você poderia me indicar alguma, por favor? :3

Hey! Primeiro desculpa pela demora, eu fiquei tão feliz quando vi essa ask só que acabei esquecendo de responder. Mas enfim. E é claro! Propagar fanfic Sterek é meu passatempo preferido, haha. Eu não leio nenhuma em português, mas posso te indicar algumas ótimas em inglês.

A minha favorita de todas até hoje e bem famosa no fandom é DILF. Não é tãããooo longa assim (30k+ words) mas é muito boa então vale a pena. Kindergarten Teacher!Stiles & Dad!Derek. Com direito a Kid!Scott e Kid!Jackson.

Umas maiores que eu já li e gostei bastante:

Gravity’s Got Nothing On You, 80k+ words, Fake/Pretend Relationship.

Stiles’s Story Time, 125k+ words, Librarian!Stiles & Dad!Derek. Bônus pra Kid!Scott e Kid!Allison fofíssimos também.

No Homo, 84k+ words, College!AU.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life, 48k+ words, High School!AU.

E pra acabar uma outra personal favorite: Fly A Little Faster, 30k+ words, Time Travel!AU. É genial, de verdade.

Aqui no Tumblr mesmo tem um monte de blog dedicado a fanfic Sterek separando tudo por várias tags. Se você quiser mais além dessas pode dar uma olhada na tag 100k+ na Sterek Library e no werewolf wagon, que são alguns dos meus blogs preferidos, ou pode vir aqui me perguntar de novo que eu tento ser mais eficiente na hora de responder, hehe. (✿◠‿◠)

Boa leitura, Anônimo (a)! ♡