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For Chastity or Insanity by orphan_account (1/1 | 1,344 | NC17)

yup

Prompt! Brothers 2 by Cyberrat (1/1 | 2,026 | NC17)

coming right up (have you looked through our shotiles tag?)

Daddy Love by secretfangirl18 (32/32 | 71,171 | NC17)

Derek is 29 and Stiles is 11. Derek adopted Stiles from an orphanage when he was 8. Their love for each other will always burn bright.

biology 101 by PrincezzShell101 (8/? | 4,424 | NC17)

In a world where Omegas are basically breeding machines, Derek’s class gets a hands-on experience.

Tell Me You Love Me, I’ll Take The Pain Away by ohhitsanna (1/1 | 8,211 | PG13)

“Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” Derek whips his head around to see none other than his young Mate, Stiles Stilinski, bounding as gracefully as a baby deer towards him. His awkward and too-big-for-him limbs tripping him up slightly as he hurries over. Stiles small body crashes into him and it shouldn’t have made Derek topple over, but he knows what joy it brings to Stiles when he pretends Stiles is stronger than him. Derek falls on to the grass with a thud, Stiles landing directly on top of him, giggling in a way only a five year old wolf could. “Alpha.” Stiles hums, rubbing his small face into Derek’s neck.

Derek rumbles in response, his arms immediately wrapping around the slender child and hold him as he rubs his scent into the boy’s hair. It’s been much too long since they’d last seen each other and he can’t help but want to erase everyone else’s scent from the boy. Stiles giggles as Derek flips them over, caging in Stiles small frame and rubbing up against his body. “Mine.” Derek growls as he continues his scenting. “My Mate.”

Prompt! Pups by Cyberrat (1/1 | 842 | NC17)

sure thing

2 + 1 = 3 by LittleRedLinski (1/1 | 4,766 | NC-17)

Stiles needs a babysitter for the weekend. It's not his fault he goes into his first heat.

I'm Not Renowned for My Restraint by stilesanderek (1/1 | 2,220 | NC-17)

Derek is mid-sip of his drink when Stiles blurts out, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Derek splutters, covering his henley with Coke. He pauses, examines Stiles’ face, which is all too serious, and ponders how to respond. Finally, he elects to go with the obvious, “Stiles, you’re twelve.”

“And?” Stiles inquires, disbelief coloring his features. “We’ve done lots of things, I would even say almost everything, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

“And you have a twelve-year-old body. You’re small. I can’t fuck you— I’d break you.” Derek is completely serious. No matter how many times Derek has wanted to fuck him, dreamed of it, jerked off thinking about it, he can’t.

Or in which Stiles wears panties in order to seduce Derek into fucking him.