Agent Stilinksi and Agent Hale work in separate branches of the FBI, Stiles in Intelligence, and Derek in the National Security. They get along like a dog and a cat: a big, grumpy cat and an overly-excited puppy. So, Stiles finds it best to just not get in his way. But when the biggest lead on the kidnapping group comes their way, not only does their teams decided to group up as a unit, they decide that in order to track down the alleged couple, Derek and Stiles should go undercover to a string of high-end events as a couple. A couple.
One month of discrete undercover work means that Derek and Stiles need to become Derek and Stiles, and Agent Lahey even suggest they live together to be able to seem believable (Stiles swears he’s going to get revenge). One month of fake hand-holding, fake terms of endearment, and fake hugs and kisses, and Derek learns that maybe Stiles isn’t so bad to be around, even if he is always spastic and leaving socks everywhere. And Stiles thinks Derek is actually kind of nice if you get him to open up, and he is an amazing cuddler.
And if, after they make the arrest and close the case, Stiles stills stays over at Derek’s, no one says anything.
(And Agent McCall definitely doesn’t say anything when he catches them in the conference room with flushed cheeks and messy hair. In fact, he just sends a mass text to Agents Martin, Argent, and Tate.)
It’s been a while, but this was my Sterek Secret Santa gift, a little mix of Criminal Minds AU and Sterek.
Feb ‘16. Fics that could use more love and appreciation i.e KUDOS & COMMENTS on this heart-filled holiday. All the fics on this list are pure gold! So shower them with love & Happy Valentine’s Day!
Read it, and you too shall see why this is fuckingggg awesome! Kudos Kudos!!:
Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentine’s Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.
But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopy… or maybe Valentine’s Day is not completely ruined.
Stiles and Derek have been friends with benefits for a while now, and Stiles is starting to want more. They have a date tonight, and Stiles is willing to try anything to show Derek just how great they would be together.
Every day at 2:15, Stiles comes into Derek’s bakery, buys a blueberry muffin and then whatever is the special for the day, and stays and flirts with him while he boxes up his items and rings him up.
And every day when the bell chimes signaling Stiles’s exit, Derek regrets not asking him out.
“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”
“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.
In which the pack thinks Stiles and Derek are dating, and are pretty confused as to why they both keep saying they’re not doing anything for Valentine’s Day. Which makes no sense, unless… they’re fighting. So the pack decides to take matters into their own hands.
Stiles shows up on Derek’s doorstep on Valentine’s Day with a pizza and some movies. A friendly movie night turns into something more. Basically, Stiles being Stiles, and Derek being Derek, while watching romantic movies in bed.
What’s V-Day without potential major character death??!:
For the request: “Oh! How about Stiles gives Derek a box of chocolates but Derek is allergic to chocolate but Stiles is unaware so when Derek doesn’t eat them Stiles is like come on dude it won’t kill you and it’s like Stiles, it really might.”
We had a nonny with two asks. One was Sterek are nervous about sleeping with each other. So here it is for your viewing pleasure. Fumbling bbs trying to do the do. – Anastasia
Stiles warns Derek four days in advance,
resulting in Derek unable to concentrate in any of his classes that Friday,
because all he can think about is his impending gay deflowering, which—jesus
fucking christ.
In which Derek and Stiles started dating a
short while ago and are ready to begin their sexual relationship. Maybe Derek’s
a little nervous.
(1/1 I 3,937 I
Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Berica, Isaac/Danny, Jydia I Phone Sex
Operator!Derek)
It was probably strange that Derek was so
affected by the unknown voice on the phone. At the very least, it was
unprofessional. He was paid to talk to at least a dozen men and women a day, to
get them off by using what fantasy they wished, in whatever position or role
they wanted him to play. That’s how it hard started with Stiles, but he was
so….different.
On their first call, he had been so nervous and
awkward, a virgin in every sense of the word – except for jerking off, because,
as Stiles had admitted the first time they spoke, he could probably win the
gold medal. Derek had urged him through easily, with a skill he had learn since
he joined ‘Mencalypse’ in his first year of college, and from that moment, it
was like Stiles had come out of his shell. He would call around the same time
every day, every two days and just…talk. Talking was clearly a talent of his,
Derek had figured that out when he babbled for five minutes about whether or
not he liked the idea of rimming. (It turned out that yes, he did).
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not
ready for. We can wait,” Derek said in what he hoped was a comforting and
non-judgemental tone.
“That’s really sweet and I love you even
more for saying that, but I don’t want to wait,” Stiles told him, meeting
his eyes with a serious look.
“Well I don’t see how sex is going to happen if you
don’t even want me to touch you, but I’m sure we can work on it,” Derek
babbled. “I haven’t been—” he grimaced at the word, “intimate
with anyone in a long time but there are other ways to show affection and we
don’t have to—wait. You love me?”
Derek has all kinds of assumptions about what a
gay relationship is like (he’s never been in one after all, and the Internet is
not his friend), but Stiles shows him that there’s no rule except one: what
makes you happy makes me happy.
OR
The one where Derek is nervous about having sex with Stiles,
and Stiles is the best boyfriend ever.
Stiles is a virgin and Derek has a big dick.
Derek trains him to take it.
Stiles hadn’t really realized it until they
were mashed up against his door, his thighs splayed, Derek’s hips fitted to
him. And then he turned slightly and ohmygod, there was Derek’s dick. Just
sitting right there, in his pants, pressed against Stiles. Derek Hale had a
dick. Derek Hale had a fucking big dick. Like anaconda proportions. Suddenly
Stiles was pulling away, nervous excitement twining with fear and plummeting
straight down into his stomach as Derek mouthed at his neck.
“I’m a virgin,” Stiles blurted out, and his voice did an
embarrassing little crack on the end like he was tripping through puberty and
falling face first on the other side.
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