Sterek's Valentine

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[otpdisaster]

Your OTP having to chaperone their child’s school valentine’s day party. The children are given a fun activity to write down “what they think love is” on a paper heart to pin on the wall. Your OTP decides take a peek at what their child wrote. Both can’t help but smile when they see “Love is… Person A and B.”

[kiti-the-warrior-poet]

I finished my fic for this prompt!  

Read it on AO3 here

[stereks-valentine]

Hello all!

We have another prompt! We know that Valentine’s is over, but these prompts are too good to ignore!

Big thanks to @not-as-straight-as-i-appear !

[nerdyfangirl57]

(I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind but here goes nothing @stereks-valentine and @not-as-straight-as-i-appear)

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Stiles can’t believe this. Not only did Scott get into that stupid fraternity despite all of Stiles’ warnings that it was a bad idea but now he was in jail because those dumb frat guys told all the pledges to deface the statue of the school’s founder and all the pledges got arrested!

Scott McCall, biggest puppy of all time, is behind bars and Stiles is the one that has to march into the campus police station and get him out.

Scott’s usually the one doing the bailing out, this is just weird.

When Stiles arrives at the campus police station he instantly finds Scott looking down at the floor like he was responsible for a kitten’s death.

It broke Stiles’ heart to see him like this, even if he was an idiot for not listening to his advice.

When is Scott going to understand that Stiles is always right? It’s not that hard.

“Am I allowed to say ‘I told you so’ now?”

Scott’s head snapped up and his eyes brightened at the sight of his friend. “Stiles!”

“Yep, that’s me, your best friend Stiles who is about to save your stupid ass from rotting in jail.”

Scott glares at him, but it just looks like a very prominent pout. Scott is about as ferocious as a butterfly.

Stiles turns and goes in search of a deputy who can get Scott out of there. It shouldn’t take more than a minute considering how small the campus police station is.

When Stiles finally finds a cop the air is taken right out of him. Someone fuck him with a pop tart that guy is fucking gorgeous!

He has tan skin and black hair that looks super soft and eyes like Stiles has never seen before and the body of a Greek god and, fuck, look at that sexy stubble.

Stiles is seriously tempted to climb the guy like a tree but he snaps out of it. First things first, get Scott out of jail, and then he can get ravished by Mr. Sex on a Stick. Multiple times. In many positions. Every. Single. Day.

Then someone coughs and Stiles realizes he’s been staring at the scowling beauty for an embarrassing amount of time.

“Oh, I, uh, just came by to get my friend out of here. He was arrested for being around those frat boys who tried to defaced the statue but he didn’t do anything. He didn’t even touch that statue because he’s the definition of a puppy and is way too sweet to deface anything! So, can you just, like, let him out?”

“No.”

“Cool, so I’ll just stay here while you- wait. What?! What do you mean ‘no’?!”

Sir Sexy McScowls glares at him -a much more imtidating glare than Scott’s- before saying, “I mean no, as in, not going to happen. He broke the law, he stays here.”

“Broke the- OK first of all you clearly don’t know Scott if you think he’s even capable of even thinking about breaking the law, the guy doesn’t even take more than one candy when he’s out trick or treating and you think he’s capable of breaking the law? You’re insane!”

“I’d be more insane if I just took your word for it and let him out.” The guy deadpanned.

Stiles is not impressed.

“Do you have cameras that show the statue and would have recorded this whole incident?”

“Yes.”

“Then look at them!” Stiles shouted. “How much do you want to bet that Scott had nothing to do with this and was probably off to the side trying to convince those idiots not to do this?”

Sexy stubble narrows his eyes at the challenge, “What do you have in mind?”

“Just one.” Stiles announces.

“Just one dollar?”

“No, just one date.” He clarifies as a smirk tugs on his lips. “If Scott is innocent you have to go on a date with me.”

Mr. Sex Personified simply scowls but nods his head nonetheless.

They go on more than one date.

“You know,” Stiles says one night while working on a paper with Derek reading a book beside him on the bed. “We should thank Scott for being such a sickenly nice person.”

“Why?”

“Because if it wasn’t for that then we would have never started dating.” Stiles explained as if he was speaking to a toddler.

Derek’s lips tug downward into a small frown at Stiles’ words. “We would have started dating anyway.”

“Huh? But it was because of Scott’s unyielding morality that I won the bet.”

Derek shrugs as he continues to read his book, “I was going to ask you out anyway.”

Stiles kisses him and Derek doesn’t get a chance to finish his book until the next day.

[stereks-valentine]

Hello all!

We have another prompt! We know that Valentine’s is over, but these prompts are too good to ignore!

Big thanks to @not-as-straight-as-i-appear !

[stereks-valentine]

Hi! I participated in the matchmaking event and I loved it so much! The person I was matched with is amazing and we've been texting each other everyday since we were matched. We're even working on a sterek fic together now where I write and he does the art for it so I just wanted to say thank you so much for matching us up! It was a truly incredible experience

Ahhh this makes me so happy!! :D this is awesome, I'm so so glad it worked out! I absolutely cannot wait to see what you guys make, share a link when you're done pretty please❤

[stereks-valentine]

Hey everyone! It’s been a little while, we know, but there have been many things to do since Valentine’s Day. Nonetheless we haven’t forgotten about this blog or any of you!

Here’s a big thank you to every of our followers and everyone who participated and sent a sweet ask ❤ This project was pretty short notice but still turned out a success in our eyes.

The only thing we don’t have any information about is how Cupid’s Matchmaker turned out so we would love it if anyone who took part in that could tell us how it worked out! Tell us all about it!

We’re thinking about repeating this event next year if it’s desired so leave us some feedback, about the blog in general, things we could add or change, and any of your thoughts really.

We hope everyone has a great weekend, and long live sterek! 😄❤

[stereks-valentine]

Roses are red, Violets are blue, “Don’t be such a sourwolf” Always meant “I love you”

A poem written by @halesheart , dedicated to @vyxynheartssterek & @game-cake .

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! ❤

[stereks-valentine]

Art by @game-cake btw!

[dailyderekstiles]

Happy Valentine’s day, everyone! ♥ In honor of today, I thought the best way to celebrate would be with tons of cute, fluffy Sterek fics that are Valentine’s Day themed! 

If there are new fics posted throughout the next couple of days, I will also add those to this list and reblog it once it’s been updated!

These fics will all be completed, varying in length and genres, and will include warnings if necessary. 

Keep reading

[jaicxe]

Title: Valentine’s Day

Author: phenomabombs

Words: 1913

Warnings: none

He was nervous, Derek could tell. He wasn’t sure what gave it away. Maybe it was the fact the young boy’s heart was beating rapidly, stuttering every so often. Or maybe is was the slick shine of sweat over his creamy forehead. Derek’s eyes lowered and his mouth dried out, feeling as if someone stuffed cotton into his mouth. 

Stiles was nude, legs spread, ready to be taken. Derek’s heart soared. He wanted to be taken by him. 

Derek let his eyes move away from his boyfriend and felt his face twitch as a smile threatened to break free. The room’s lighting was dimmed, the only source of light being the candles placed around the room in clumps. A rosy aroma filled the air. He didn’t quite know where it was coming from, but he didn’t mind. The combination made Stiles look almost ethereal.

“Please don’t leave me laying here.” Stiles finally said, his voice wavering. “I already feel like an idiot.” 

Derek laughed and slowly pulled off his shirt, keeping his eyes locked with Stile’s coffee-colored ones. Keeping his face utterly stoic, he ran a hand down his chest, inching closer and closer to the button of his jeans. He heard Stiles gulp and almost felt his composure crack, but years of practice allowed him to succeed.

His hand slipped into his jeans and he gripped his cock, surprised at how it was already hardening. But how could it not when his angel was waiting for him like… that. 

Derek palmed himself and slowly worked his jeans over his hips, until they were able to drop down without assistance. He was glad he decided to go commando today; boxers would have proven to be a burden. He faintly heard Stiles gasped but paid no mind, stroking himself slowly, sensually. 

He allowed himself to moan, struggling to keep himself from moving too fast. There was something erotic to masturbating in front of his boyfriend, and he loved it.

Finally, he lowered his hand and kicked off his shoes. His mouth watered as he took in Stiles: his rock hard cock, his shaky breaths, his slim, sweaty body. It was utterly beautiful. 

Stiles stared up at him, his eyes hooded with lust. He gulped and parted his lips, releasing a shaky moan.

That was the final straw for Derek. With a loud growl, he crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over Stiles. His eyes flashed back and forth between the vibrant crimson alphas bore and his standard color. He faintly heard Stiles’ breath hitch as he leaned down, capturing Stiles’ mouth with his.

It wasn’t a forceful kiss, no. It was slow and sensual, despite the fact Derek wanted to dominate Stiles completely. But God forbid he scare him. Their mouths danced together for a few more moments until Derek broke the kiss. He pulled back, his lips plump and flushed, matching Stiles. 

Derek just smirked at him as he grabbed the lube once more. His cock had hardened once again. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his member and rubbed it evenly down his shaft, running his thumb over the tip every so often. Stiles swallowed and watched him closely, his lips parted and his skin flushed.

Keeping their eyes eyes locked together, Derek grabbed Stiles’ firm thighs and spread them even further apart, his mouth watering and his eyes glowing red. He pressed a tender kiss to his inner thigh, smirking as he heard Stiles’ breath hitch in surprise before a breathy moan escaped. Derek continued to litter kisses on the insides of his thighs, smiling with an air of accomplishment as faint bruises began to appear.

“Why’d you stop?” Stiles asked softly, craning his neck to look down at Derek.

Derek raised an eyebrow and looked up, a knowing smile on his face. Instead of responding like a civilized person, the grip he had on Stiles’ thighs tightened and he flipped him over. Stiles released a surprised shout and gave Derek a foul look, frowning. Derek paid no mind to him though. His hands firmly grabbed Stiles’ asscheeks and he parted them. He felt Stiles’ shiver as he leaned forward, giving his crack a generous lick.

Stiles gasped loudly. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice sounding somewhat frantic.

Derek pulled back and frowned. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked quietly, keeping his eyes locked on his target. He heard and smelled Stiles’ confliction: his increased heart rate, his fear mingled with the scent of his arousal. Finally, Stiles’ swallowed and shook his head.

“No.” With that, Derek dove back in, his tongue prodding at the ring of muscle before moving to explore the rest of his crack. Stiles was mess of moans, enjoying this far too much. Finally, Derek pulled away, causing Stiles to whine with disappointment. “Why’d you stop?” He asked.

“Lube?” Stiles froze and reached above his head, grabbing the small container of lube he bought the day before. He began to hand it to him before he paused, an idea sparking in his mind.

“W-wait. I want to do something for you.” Immediately, a frown engulfed Derek’s features, causing Stiles to release a breathy giggle. Derek was frowning for two reason; first, whenever Stiles wanted to do something for him, it was usually bad and second, Stiles was actually stuttering.

Intrigued, Derek nodded, watching Stiles as he got to his knees and turned around. He crawled forward and bent over, letting his ass protrude into the air. Slowly, Stiles reached forward and gently grabbed Derek’s member, giving it two gracious pumps before he took him into his mouth.

Derek gasped as he was suddenly engulfed in warmth. His hand made its way into Stiles’ hair and he clutched it, forgetting to be gentle. He felt Stiles flinch and he loosened his grip, murmuring a small “sorry”. Derek stared down at him, his lips parted his surprise as he watched Stiles bob with ease.

“Have you been practicing?” He asked quietly, his words more of a groan than a normal tone of voice. Stiles’ vibrated in response, the vibrations sending hot bolts of pleasure straight into Derek’s bloodstream. Derek hissed and threw his head back, feeling himself growing close with each passing bob. “I’m close.” He warned. Stiles pulled back and began pumping, looking up at Stiles with an extremely innocent look. With a quiet groan, Derek pumped a few streams out, which, much to his embarrassment, landed on Stiles’ face and torso.

Stiles released him and cocked his head, running his tongue around his lips to gather some of Derek’s essence into his mouth. He swallowed and shrugged. “Not bad.” He murmured. Derek snorted and pushed him down using his shoulders.

“Lube?” He asked quietly. Stiles frowned and handed it to him, wondering how the hell Derek was going to fuck him while he was soft. Much to his surprise, Derek didn’t apply the lube to his cock; no, he applied it to his fingers.

“What are you doing?” He asked curiously. Stiles had watched porn before hand to see what to expect. No one used lube on their hand… or dick for a matter of fact. Instantly, Stiles frowned and Derek heard his heart spike.

“Relax.” Derek said gently and spread Stiles’ legs once again. “I need to prep you so I don’t hurt you later.” Stiles relaxed and nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. Derek was rather large. Derek got to his knees to get a better angle and slowly slipped a single digit into Stiles.

Stiles first thought was to get away. The feeling was extremely uncomfortable and it showed on his face. Derek didn’t move, watching his face to see when it was okay to add a second finger. Eventually, Stiles nodded and Derek added the second finger gently.

Slowly, Derek began working his fingers, spreading them and fingering Stiles at the same time. Over time, the feeling started to become more pleasurable and Stiles began making small noises of pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets tightly until his knuckles lost color. This went on until Derek was satisfied with his work and he pulled his fingers out. Stiles groaned with frustration and glared at Derek with accusing eyes. 

Derek just smirked at him as he grabbed the lube once more. His cock had hardened once again. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his member and rubbed it evenly down his shaft, running his thumb over the tip every so often. Stiles swallowed and watched him closely, his lips parted and his skin flushed. Derek positioned himself at Stiles’ entrance and wetted his lips. Slowly, he slid the tip in. 

And holy shit. That shit hurt. Stiles cringed, instantly causing Derek to stop. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He murmured huskily, wanting to just ravage him and claim what was his. Stiles swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, before nodding. Derek slid forward once again, only stopping when Stiles made a small squeak of pain that made his chest hurt. 

“We don’t have to do this.” Derek said softly, leaning forward to kiss the few tears that slipped out of Stiles eyes. “We can just, uh, cuddle. Yeah, cuddling sounds good.” Stiles laughed slightly and shook his head. 

“No, I want to do this. Nothing is more romantic than having your first be on Valentine’s Day.” He whispered. Derek frowned and nodded. 

“Tell me when I can move.” He murmured. Stiles gave him the affirmative and he slid forward another several inches. Derek was surprised that Stiles didn’t stop him again. With a small sigh, he waited, letting Stiles adjust to his length and thickness. 

Stiles had never felt so full before in his entire life. It was a peculiar feeling, really. He wiggled his hips, smirking to himself when he heard Derek’s breath catch in his throat. “I’m ready.” He whispered and looked up at Derek with a small smile.

With a tender kiss to Stiles’ forehead, Derek began to roll his hips, focusing on pleasing Stiles. Stiles’ face screwed up at the odd sensation, trying to get used to the feeling. Derek switched his angle and thrusted forward. Stiles gasped and arched his back, digging his nails into Derek’s forearms. 

“R-right there. Oh my god, right there!” Stiles moaned. Derek growled, his teeth elongating past his lips. He continued to rut his hips against Stiles, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, mingled with the sound of Stiles’ moans and his own growls. Derek groaned and leaned down, carefully pressing his lips to Stiles’.

Stiles writhed with pleasure, feeling like a mess. Derek wrapped his hand around Stiles’ cock and slowly stroked it, assisting him to his peak. “I’m… I’m…” Stiles arched his back with one last cry and came all over Derek’s hand a stomach. He fell back limply and shuddered, breathing hard, feeling spent.

 Derek’s thrusts became more and more ragged before he thrusted deep and released himself deep inside Stiles. He swallowed and pulled out slowly, falling down besides Stiles. Instantly, Stiles curled up against him, his nose tickling his chest. 

“Sorry.” Derek murmured, reaching up to brush a stray hair away from Stiles’ face. Stiles’ smiled before bursting into tears. Alarmed, Derek sat up and began looking him over frantically. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He demanded to know, his thumbs brushing the tears again. 

Stiles laughed and shook his head. “No. It’s just… it’s just… I love you so much.” It felt like a giant weight was lifted off of Stiles’ chest. Fuck, did he love Derek. His own sourwolf. 

Derek paused and let a smile grace his features as he laid back down besides Stiles. “I love you too.” He whispered and captured his lips in a steamy kiss.

[lsw8059]

Siempre van a ser la ship de mi corazón <3

Serie: Teen wolf. Pareja: Sterek

[master-nikoli]

Stiles blinked in surprise the second he felt the familiar sensation of kisses landing against his jaw, his senses all sputtering out responses all at once, the click of the seatbelt and the scratch of Derek’s beard and the soft press of his lips, it was like a little firework going off in Stiles’ head and despite the initial shock he quickly found himself practically boiling over with happiness

It felt surreal in some way, Derek Hale suddenly tackling him with kisses for no apparent reason when just a week ago Stiles was sure he’d be shirked off if he even tried holding Derek’s hand, maybe it was the surrealness that brought on the little fit of giggles that accompanied the wide grin spreading over his face

(Or maybe it was Derek’s beard tickling him but who knows?)

He turned his face to catch Derek’s lips in his own, preening and happy, feeling suddenly settled again, grounded and calmer and back to normal, the nerves and scattered thoughts were gone and all that existed again was Derek and their bond and the connection between them

He pulled back after a few long seconds to check the light, relieved that it was still red as he pressed his forehead against Derek’s, he almost asked what that little spontaneous flurry was for but…

But he knew better

Instead he cupped Derek’s cheek, smiling warmly at him and stroking his thumb against his face, just under his eye, smoothing down his beard, still sort of amazed at just how calm and centered he suddenly felt again

“Thank you,” he said softly, licking his lips and thrilling at the faintest taste of his mate that lingered on them

“I need that sometimes…. thank you,”

[haletheking]

He’d fixed it. He’d… they’d been shaking apart and he’d fixed it.

All of Derek’s tension released in a rough shiver, his body going practically nerveless while his fingers clung into the loose fabric of his Alpha’s shirt. He could literally taste the change in Stiles’ scent off the air, hear the slight settle in his heartbeat in ways no human would be able to pick up on. But it was the smile that really lit Derek up, that soft laugh and the fond expression, almost wondering.

Derek had done that. Done something right. Without any hints or prompting, he’d just… he’d followed his instincts and made it better.

He realized he was smiling and catted into the caress of Stiles’ hand, hiding the curved lips in a lingering kiss against his palm. He let his tongue flick out, a quick tease against the web of Stiles’ fingers before he leaned back, sitting half-sideways against the seat to let his gaze linger on Stiles. There was something warm bubbling in his chest that was more than pride and the aftermath of mild pleasure.

The telltale sound of wheels slowing caught the edge of his focus.

“Light’s turning green,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off Stiles, and on cue, it did.

[jmnssi]

how it should have happened.

[girlmeetssterek]

Why isn’t this at a thousand notes already?

[runningwithwildwolves-blog]

[stileshale]

stiles waiting in the parking lot because he maybe sort of had a possible coffee date with derek  and derek’s late because he was trying to talk himself out of going  because he’s still not sure about what this will end up as  but he thinks fuck it and heads out  knowing he’s late and hoping stiles will still be there  and so just when stiles is about to give up and go home  he looks up from texting scott  and sees derek and thinks he’s imagining things  but then they go for coffee  and it’s a lil awkward at first  but then stiles makes a snarky remark about derek deciding what shade of black shirt he should wear  and after that everything kind of falls into place  [x]

[annoyinglycute]

“You know I’m not…good with…this stuff, so here”

Cause Derek is an awkward nerd!

[ask-haleinski]

What are your plans for Valentine's Day?

[only1sterek]

Sterek Valentine Verses

Stiles

Roses are red Violets are blue You might be a sourwolf But I still love you

Derek

Roses are red Violets are blue I’m going to rip your throat out with my teeth And I love you too

Poetry isn’t Derek’s strong suit!

[ask-haleinski]

What habits do each of you have that annoys the other?

[cloudyskiesandcurlyfries]

Yoda Only One For Me

read on ao3:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9649367

Stiles was sure it had to be a prank. There was no way that someone actually meant to leave a heart shaped note under his door.

‘You make me smile’

It was simple and cute and definitely wasn’t meant for Stiles. He had a few friends in his dorm building but he mostly kept to himself. It was hard being thousands of miles away from home and his heavy course-load made for little socializing time. His only real friend was his neighbor Derek.

Derek was a freshman from California too and they were both in the same Tuesday and Thursday morning biology lecture.

Derek was a bit closed off at first but after a full semester of college, Stiles had managed to get Derek to open up a bit and they’d become quick friends.

About 5 minutes after becoming friends though, Stiles started to develop feelings for Derek because of course he did. Just his luck that he finally makes one friend and then he goes and falls in love with the guy.

Stiles put the note back on his desk when there was a knock on his door.

He opened it to find Derek standing there.

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