#top!stiles

I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 6540 words. Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn't be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn't fallen apart.

One Night Pancakes by literaryoblivion. Explicit. 5643 words. Derek loves his kids. He does. But… every once in a while he needs a break from them. It’s natural. It’s totally fine. He needs some “me” time occasionally. It’s allowed, okay?At least this is what he keeps telling himself when he drops the kids and their overnight bags off at his older sister Laura’s house.

Nine Times Out of Ten by lielabell. Explicit. 4613 words. Part 2 of the Mating Habbits series. Nine times out of ten, Stiles is the one being pushed back on the bed with his head tilted back to expose his neck. Nine times out of ten, Stiles’s legs are the ones that are spread, his hands are the ones that grip the sheets. Nine times out of ten, Stiles gasps and moans and arches up into Derek’s touch, Stiles’s thighs grip at Derek’s hips; Stiles’s feet lock together behind Derek’s back. Nine times out of ten, Stiles takes and takes and takes and loves every single second of it. But the tenth time … The tenth time is different.

Take my Twist with a Shout by toomuchgawking. Explicit. 2889 words. Derek thinks that Stiles might enjoy topping the first time they have sex. Stiles is a little blindsided by how much he agrees.

Anatomy of a Werewolf by idyll. Explicit. 1533 words. Written for a prompt by descendingspiral on Tumblr, who asked for: Stiles needs to focus on studying for his Anatomy class. Derek volunteers his body.

Bank Windows by Moonbeam. Explicit. 2236 words. All human banking AU smut. Derek is a bank manager and Stiles is an irate customer. Best way to solve the problem? Sex against a window!

First Snow by Moonbeam. Explicit. 26341 words. In the future Stiles and Derek finally get together. One night Stiles wakes Derek up because it is snowing, they spend the following week enjoying the snow like Stiles did with his mum as Derek and Stiles try to move further in their relationship as the past keeps coming back to make it harder.

Melting in your vice dreams by hito. Explicit. 7445 words. Written last month for derekstiles. Scott and Stiles accidentally discover Derek’s secret New York career in porn.

I’m betting this wasn’t beta tested by dancinbutterfly. Explicit. 7870 words. Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter’s actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.

Hyper heart alone by hito. Explicit. 34570 words. When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stiles’ father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence. Well, Stiles isn’t sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isn’t really willing to call it anything else, either.

The ETA from you to me by Rawren (Deshonanana). Explicit. 105038 words. In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.

Hypothetically: Wolfsbane by JenNova. Explicit. 7086 words. “So,” Stiles says, resting his elbows on his knees and settling his chin in his hands. “Hypothetical then: one of you guys gets dosed with some sex wolfsbane – how do we deal with it?”

I’ll just entertain myself by entanglednow. Explicit. 2942 words. Stiles is really bad at sitting still once he’s got an idea in his head.

Muérdago by starbolin. Explicit. 17674 words. “Mistletoe was often considered a pest that kills trees and devalues natural habitats, but was recently recognized as an ecological keystone species, an organism that has a disproportionately pervasive influence over its community. In Norse myth, an arrow made of mistletoe was the only thing that was able to kill the god Balder. The goddess Frigg had asked all other things to vow not to hurt Balder, but she had ignored the mistletoe because it seemed too small to be dangerous.”

Happy Endings by kototyph. Explicit. 2761 words. Stiles is a masseur, and very good at what he does. Derek was not expecting this.

Hypothetically: Potion by JenNova. Explicit. Sex Pollen. 9415 words. “Potion,” Stiles says, his eyes clearing as he focuses on Derek. “In a cup.”

This Time With Feeling by Crimson1. Explicit. 36132 words. “Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back. Eventual slash and smut, set post season 2, semi-AU.

Won’t You Be My Mate? by Unloyal_Olio. 6228 words. Derek could just ask, but he’s not very good at that. Better to demonstrate.

Oh What These Headlights Have Seen by pterawaters. Explicit.2820 words. Derek’s boss is spoiled, demanding, and far too attractive. Or, the one where Derek is a mechanic and Stiles owns lots of cars.

Not Enough Postage by ecarian. Explicit. 5247 words. Derek doesn’t know how to ask for things in bed.

A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly & knight_tracer. Explicit. 16314 words. When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. (A podfic/fanfic collaboration)

You Make My Heart Beat (Faster) by lady_ragnell. Explicit. 2611 words. Stiles listens to Derek’s heart. Warnings: light medical kink, brief references to violence and past character death.

The Skies Above Are Blue by Trelkez  Mature. . AU. 95258 words. Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

It’s a break, not a vacation by dancinbutterfly. Explicit. Sequel to A Californian Werewolf In New York. WIP. 4296 words. The anniversary of the fire sneaks up on Derek. So he follows his instinct and leaves Manhattan to get to the one thing he really needs to survive the worst week of the year, Stiles. Unfortunately, that puts him in Beacon Hills - the worst place he could possibly be at the worst possible time. Yeah, Derek didn’t really think this through.

Exceeds Expectations by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 1411 words. Stiles had had greater let downs in his life…But losing his virginity to Derek Hale was still ranked atop a decently long list.

The Way I feel by elisera. Explicit. 10332 words. “Okay, go away,” Stiles says loudly to make sure that Scott and Erica can hear him over Derek’s growling. His hands are so slick with blood, he keeps fumbling his keys, barely managing to unlock the Jeep and get out his emergency duffel. “Leave him the fuck alone for a bit.”“We’ll go and take care of the corpse,” Scott says, taking the duffel out of his hands and unzipping it for him. He holds out a towel to Stiles, looks him up and down. “You’re sure you’re fine?”“It’s not my blood,” Stiles snaps, wiping down his hands, arms. Fuck, even his face and throat are slick with it and he really, really wants it off. Derek keeps circling them, eyes fixed on Stiles and his body’s still trying to shift back onto four feet, the bones and muscles bulging outwards against his skin and Stiles has no idea why Derek’s freaking out this badly.

Hunger by bigboobedcanuck. Explicit. 2918 words. There are no vampires in Beacon Hills. Until now. “Let him go.” Derek manages to keep his voice steady, although he’s aiming for cold and detached. “I’m the one you want. He’s just a human. What can he do for you?”

Thank you for my sex life by wearing_tearing. Explicit. 6630 words. Later that week when Stiles gifts Scott with the biggest chocolate cake he can find - the words thank you for my sex life written across it - he can’t help but think that maybe he should listen to Scott more often.

Like Falling by wearing_tearing. Mature. 13191 words. In which Laura kills herself on the five-year anniversary of the Hale fire, Stiles convinces Derek to take him on a road trip, some things feel like falling, and everyone gets more than they bargained for.

Not Your Typical Alpha by halcyon1993 9904 words.  Derek is an unusual alpha. He doesn't want some omega to hang off his knot but to hang off of someone else's. The only problem is that no other alpha is willing. Until the new dildo he orders is mistakenly delivered to his neighbour.

Track My Every Movement by derekstilinski. Explicit. 6660 words. Derek has had a lot of problems with his past, especially centered around sex. Over the years, Stiles has helped him through so much, and this is a big test of everything they’ve worked on.

Now Your Smile Comes Over in Your Voice by talktowater. Explicit. 19021 words. Part two of Love Comes in Spurts series.

What you do to me by verity. Explicit. 1566 words. The first time they had sex, it was the full moon, and things went very quickly from Derek talking to Stiles as Stiles flipped through the grimoire that Derek had brought down to Davis to Stiles rimming Derek on the bed, cupping his balls until Derek came all over the sheets, half wolfed-out, dick untouched, and deeply confused.

Jinx Removing by DevilDoll. Explicit. 6271 words. "Derek wished he would sit down or take his jacket off or something; anything that would indicate he was going to stay for more than a few minutes.“ This is an alternate universe version of the apartment scene in my story Love, Like a Sentence of Death.

I Wish That I Could See You Soon by talktowater. Explicit. 23606 words. Derek Hale is one half of indie duo Girls and the Dogs. He spent his late teens drinking and fucking his way around small clubs over the world, but now he is sober, sick of touring, and has rules. Or one rule at least. No hook ups on tour. When the guy with the impossibly tight t-shirt who calls himself Stiles follows him back to his bus one night after a show in London, he’s in no danger of breaking his rules because as Stiles quite categorically states, he is straight. Right… good luck with that Derek…

The Great Pretender by talktowater. Explicit. 45275 words. Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

Absence Makes the Dick Grow Fonder by tylerfucklin. Explicit. 4191 words. Stiles frowned, “…do you want to hang up?” This time, Stiles could hear the hitch in Derek’s breath, and it was enough to give him the courage to ask, “do you want me to tell you what I’m doing?” “what are you doing?” Derek croaked lowly. There was the sound of a door closing on the other line, followed by the creak of bed springs. “Fucking into my hand,” Stiles blurted with a groan, his body getting hot just thinking about Derek lying on his bed back in Beacon Hills and touching himself, “thinking of you.”

All the Way to the Bone by otter. Explicit. 6514 words. Stiles wanted Derek to be happy, and he wanted Derek to be safe, and these things were as obvious and visible as the tattoos on Stiles’ skin, the shapes that Derek could trace now with his fingers without even looking.

DTF by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 2156 words. It’s nearly midnight when Derek gets the text, phone buzzing against the mattress beside him. Horny: DTF?

Navigating This Space Between Us by Omni. 9641 words.  Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he's even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles...

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us by queerly_it_is. Explicit. 12381 words. Derek doesn’t get why he likes it so much. It’s just not – he hadn’t expected to need this. Not from Stiles. Not from anyone, ever. He doesn’t do this. Except he does, now. Because it’s for Stiles, and Derek – fuck, he likes it too.

with metal on our tongues (we’ll be dressed in rags) by Rena. Explicit. 18848 words. Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult. AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.

Dwells Amidst Your Walls by the_ragnarok. Explicit. 11441 words. Scott accidentally sells Stiles’ virginity on Craigslist. (Derek wins.)

Peer Pressure by betp. Teen and Up Audiences. 1615 words. Stiles squirms under the weight of Chris’ arm. "Can you let me go now? I have shit to do." "He has shit to do,” Chris tells the group, grinning. “Very busy, very popular. Can’t even answer a simple question, he’s too good for that. I hope he knows what we do to kids who’re too good to talk to us. In which Chris is fancied some kind of maligned star in Sterek’s union, and is thwarted by being above the influence.

All The Things I Learned by JenNova. Explicit. 2642 words. Kate Argent taught Derek two things. Never trust anyone outside his own species. Sex is power.

If I Had A Wish (Or Even A Choice) by ladyblahblah. Explicit. 3892 words. Stiles has a preference for written porn. He also has a thing for Derek’s voice. So when Derek finds his erotica collection, this is clearly either the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. 

What You Think You Know, You Don't by Brego_Mellon_Nin. Explicit. 4501 words. Derek is in the kitchen when he hears the teasing start up again. He can feel his wolf roaring under his skin, wanting to defend their mate, but he stays put. Stiles has asked him to let it go, so he will.

The Pickup Line I Deserve by hannah_baker. 4227 words. Derek Hale has a type: tall, lanky, pale, brunette, passive. Stiles Stilinski is nearly all of those things - but not quite.Or, The Time Derek Hale's One Night Stand Was More Than He Bargained For.

Just Act Normal by zosofi. Explicit. 78677 words. If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right. Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.

My Regrets Are Few series by secondstar. Mature-Explicit. Around 7000 words total. There was no way that Stiles was rolling over for Derek Hale, absolutely no way. He didn’t care if he was the Alpha, because Stiles was no werewolf.

You Don’t See Straight by annber. Explicit..174981 words. Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC’s.

Oh, The Places We’ll Go Series by KeriArentikai. Explicit. 18934 words.The five friends sat at a table in the student union building, laughing over their fast-food lunches."Okay," said Jackson, "which prof would you bang?""Hale," Erica, Isaac and Stiles all said together. No one was surprised at their answer.

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi. Explicit. 84031 words. The one where the Hale fire never happened, Laura is a nosy sister, Derek is desperate, and Stiles is the only one that can help.

Stick Around by siny. Explicit. 9245 words. Stiles and Derek are always arguing about stupid silly things, but it gets worse every time Stiles gets hurt. or The first time that Derek admits that he loves Stiles. Will Stiles ever admit that he loves him back?

Stolen by Firenation. Explicit. 99099 words. Derek first meets Stiles when he’s fifteen years old, just after the fire, and realises that he’s his mate. You can picture the kind of joy that follows.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn. Explicit. 149179 words..This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves. Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles. Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

First Date by Onlymystory. Mature. 15125 words. Stiles has Danny set him up with a date. But Derek’s reaction ensures the night ends very differently.

Shaken and Stirred series by secondstar. Explicit. 15350 words. Stiles is the voice in his ear and the man in the glasses behind the computer screen. At the end of the day, he’s the only one Agent Eta trusts.

The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by Omni. Explicit. 9902 words. Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

Bubbles by always_addicted. Explicit. 58195 words. Stiles knew he was in trouble the minute his father sat next to him with *that* look on his face. But he didn’t expect the words “Governor Hale’s son” and “arranged marriage” to come spilling out of the Sheriff’s mouth. But really, he should’ve known it would be bad. He just couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9. Explicit. 49734 words. Stiles is sent to prison, and guess who his cellmate is?

Your Majesty by grimm. Explicit. 22291 words. It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right? Based off a prompt asking for Stiles as a cam boy and Derek lusting after his hot virgin bod.

You Set My Soul Alight by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 5135 words. Derek finds Stiles’ toys…basically Stiles + Derek + Dildos.

Plus One by Moosey. 44838 words. “Dude, I can’t show up solo to my ex-girlfriends wedding. I can’t do that,” Scott stressed, his face arranged in an expression that was almost comically anguished, like one of those weird, sad-face, tragic drama masks.“So we find you a date,” Stiles shrugged, as though it was no big deal. Scott was adorable, in reasonably good shape, and probably the best guy Stiles had ever known, or would ever know. He wouldn’t have any real issues with getting a girl.“Stiles, it’s in two weeks. Two weeks. How do I find a girl willing to date me, and come abroad with me to my exes wedding, in two weeks?!”

Finger Bangin' by Hatteress. Explicit. 3464 words. Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train. The first time he’d pulled them out, spinning one stick in a showy twirl between his fingers, Derek had actually staggered a little, missed a basic move, and ended up on his back blinking up at fucking Jackson, of all people.

the one where Derek gets high by nighimpossible. Explicit. 1167 words. What it says on the tin. Derek needs to find a way to relax, and Stiles is more than willing to assist.

his descent was like nightfall by nighimpossible. Explicit. 2328 words. Derek is drowning. The creature that calls itself Stiles drags him ashore. (nymph!Stiles)

Special Collections by hannah_baker. Explicit. 16423 words. Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

Hold Your Breath and Count to Ten by secondstar. Explicit. 6611 words. Stiles is the voice in his ear and the man in the glasses behind the computer screen. At the end of the day, he’s the only one Agent Eta trusts.

Bogarted by HalfFizzbin. Mature. 3126 words. Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye." (Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)

Politics of a Scandal by qhuinn. Explicit. 17097 words. The one where Stiles is the hottest new media consultant in the business and Laura Hale desperately needs his services. She’s about to launch a campaign for Governor of California and her brother, Derek, is a media nightmare waiting to happen.

You Might Just Find You Get What You Need by TWCooper. Explicit. 11254 words. Derek is one of the highest earning escorts at Peter’s Menagerie, where the roster of beautiful men and women are ready and waiting to give you everything you want. When Lydia calls begging him to cover for her with their biggest client he isn’t expecting to find himself in the hotel room of Stiles Stilinski, genius and billionaire founder of premier social networking site FriendSpace. What starts as a simple job providing companionship soon has Derek struggling with his own desires. Feelings that his profession has forced him to lock away come to the surface as he risks losing himself to his latest client. Sometimes what you want is what you really need.

Finally Know The Difference by GotTheSilver. Explicit. 12512 words. In which Stiles is working at the bar his dad owns and Derek Hale returns to Beacon Hills with a guitar slung over his shoulder.

One-handed Typing by Omni. Explicit. 6857 words. Stiles makes a cyber sex buddy who supposedly looks like a dark-haired version of his favorite character on his favorite show. Which, coincidentally enough, is also what Derek looks a hell of a lot like.

Alpha Complex by Hatteress. Explicit.  3354 words. “Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles’ fingers are gripping the nape of Derek’s neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can’t fucking breathe.

Can’t Stand the Heat by LuminescentLily. Explicit. 14149 words. Still hopelessly in love and too dense to realize they both feel the same, Stiles and Derek have to try and deal with their feelings as hunters decend on Beacon Hills and Derek goes into heat at a most inopportune time.

A Mating Moon by unpossible. Explicit.  words. 37354. “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air. “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.

Make A Little Noise by JenNova 1757 words.  So the first time Stiles got Derek on his back, worked him open and pressed inside with the long exhale of a perfect fit, he wasn't expecting the sound. Sure when they exchange handjobs, or blowjobs, or any other kind of orgasm, Derek can get a little vocal – sometimes even demanding in a hesitant sort of way – but the deep moans, the sharp grunts, the cursing and the constant use of Stiles' name was not expected.

Mauve by bleepobleep 7380 words.  It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

Kintsugi by artemis69 7866 words. Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be.Stiles would beg to differ.In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles gives a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity.

Married at First Glance by WonderWolf 63558 words. Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts. When you’re married to a werewolf who dislikes humans, however, this can get a little tricky.But the sweet, sweet cash reward at the end will be worth it. Right?

Getting To The Bottom Of It by KaliopeShipsIt 17031 words. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski's new boyfriend Derek refuses to bottom for him, even though Stiles is one-hundred percent sure he secretly loves it, Stiles draws the wrong conclusions and their relationship implodes spectacularly.Little does he realize that Derek's refusal has nothing to do with toxic masculinity hang-ups or his trust in Stiles and everything to do with the fact that he's hiding two very furry secrets.Cue kidnapping, rogue Omegas, and life-changing revelations.

Something More by kaistrex (weishen) 19148 words.  When Derek and Stiles stumbled into a friends with benefits relationship purely by accident, they weren’t expecting it would one day save their asses when a threat from Derek’s past comes knocking. All they need to do is pretend to really be in love to avoid an arranged marriage agreed to years ago with a pact of blood. Considering they hadn’t bothered setting up boundaries when the ‘benefits’ first started, it’s no surprise that the lines begin to blur and Derek’s eyes are eventually opened to a truth he hadn’t been ready to face.

The Unicorn In Me by Emela 18570 words.  Derek touches a Unicorn and it doesn't try to kill him, despite the fact he is no longer a virgin. When Peter tells the pack about Kate, Stiles makes it his mission to give Derek the kind of relationship he deserves.

Moved on from Whispers by wishingonalightningbolt 5346 words. He’s not dumb. Out of everyone in the school, Derek is second in grades only to Lydia Martin, and the only reason Stiles is third is because he’s taking more APs than Derek, so his grades are suffering the slightest bit. That’s why Derek knows, when Stiles arches an eyebrow at him, why what he said was so incredibly dumb.Stiles didn’t break into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom to take a piss. He broke into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom while Derek was in it, because—because of reasons.

Cornerstone by Vendelin 83738 words.  Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

my heart’s been offline by thepsychicclam 58893 words. 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova 3731 words. “Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek's right.“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

Stand Here At The Edge Of Something New by Chiomi 3233 words.  This is Stiles’ last night of freedom before he’s married to a man he hasn’t seen in over a decade - not even photos, not even Facebook. He intends to make the most of it.

The One Where He Pitches And Catches by mikkimouse 4272 words. Derek entered the conference room, spotted the table with "M. P. Stilinski" on it, and stopped short.Oh fuck.It most definitely was not going to be fine.Sitting on the other side of the table was the most attractive man Derek had ever seen, with whiskey-colored eyes and pale skin with dark moles speckled across his jawline, moles Derek was very familiar with because he'd spent two hours last night drunk out of his mind and licking them.

You Saw Me Standing Alone 43947 words.  A pack of alpha werewolves is burning a war path through Beacon Hills; Stiles shouldn’t have the luxury of trying to get laid.

Versus by secondstar 94521 words.  At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

Stomping Stereotypes by LadyDrace 2518 words.  Derek and Stiles have been dating for a while, and they've finally decided that they're ready for sex. There's only one tiny issue, and Derek has a little trouble bringing it up...

Booty Call by dragon_temeraire 1670 words.  Derek really needs to get fucked, and he knows just who to call.

A Second Chance at First Impressions by Cobrilee 7042 words.  Derek grew up with the world's most embarrassing soulmark, which is honestly not the best first impression his soulmate could make. Then he meets the guy, and all of a sudden the soulmark doesn't matter quite so much after all.

our lives are changing lanes by grimm 47537 words. There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open."How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?""Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

Sense of Home by siny 53067 words. Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic 55220 words.  Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

Advanced Vocabulary by wangler 4425 words. “Why do you like me?” Derek asks as he folds his shirt and drops it onto Stiles’ computer chair.“For your body,” Stiles says.

Stiles continued through the orientation speech, proudly boasting about the success of his company and how grateful the new alpha interns ought to be for a shot to work at one of the most influential and powerful companies to ever mark the face of the Earth. He drank in the crowd’s applause that followed each of his comments.

Once the speech reached its finish, Stiles led the interns into one last applause. He watched the interns briskly gather up their belongings and file themselves out of the conference room so that they could settle into the cubicles for the rest of the summer. None of them looked particularly enthralled, but none of them looked as though they were ready to run for the exit.

However, as the hoard of fresh alphas walked out of the room, Stiles found himself particularly captivated by one of the interns. There was a man —bearded, with bright green eyes, styled black hair, and a muscular physique that seemed to bulge enticingly through the formal business attire that he was wearing. There was something different about him; something that had captivated Stiles’ attention during the orientation.

Stiles retired to his office and eagerly started to look through the stack of intern applications that had been accepted for the summer internship. He flipped through each of them, casually glancing at the tiny portrait photograph of each applicant that was paper-clipped to the top corner of their application. And eventually, Stiles got to the application for the man who had caught his attention.

Derek Hale. Thirty-three years old. Born in Beacon Hills, California. Alpha….

Everything appeared to checkout. However, Stiles wasn’t quite so sure. There was something about Derek that was different—something that clearly hadn’t been noticed by the company’s panel of application attendants, who had been in-charge of conducting interviews and vetting processes. So, Stiles had his assistant fetch Derek from wherever his summer cubicle was located.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Derek asked, timidly stepping half of his body into the expanse of Stiles’ luxurious office.

“Absolutely.” Stiles called out, motioning with his hand for Derek to spill fully into the office. “Please, shut the door behind you and take a seat.”

Stiles watched closely as Derek followed the directions that had been laid out. He watched how Derek closed the door quietly and then took a seat in one of the two chairs that were placed in front of Stiles’ large office desk for guests. Stiles also took notice at the way that Derek shifted around in the chair and didn’t cross his legs, the way Derek’s eyes glistened bright with water, and how Derek seemed unwilling to speak without being spoken to first.

“First, let me just welcome you to Stilinski Multinational.” Stiles opened, standing up from his chair. He straightened his tie and then walked around to the front of his desk — directly in front of where Derek was seated. “You caught my attention in crowd during orientation…do you have any idea as to why that might be the case, Mr. Hale?”

“No.” Derek responded quickly, seemingly evasive on the subject.

Stiles grabbed Derek’s internship application file from atop the desk, waving it innocently in the air. He cleared his throat. “It says here that you graduated from Beacon Hills University…you’re thirty-three years old…born and raised here in our beautiful city of Beacon Hills…but then we get down to your werewolf status.”

“Alpha?”

“Exactly.” Stiles replied, setting Derek’s application back down. “Except, you’re not an alpha, are you?”

“I am!” Derek defended boldly.

Stiles crossed his arms. “See, I’m an alpha. The people who work in my company are alphas. The interns that were selected from the hundreds and hundreds of applications that we received are all alphas. I know an alpha when I see one…and you, Derek…are not an alpha.”

“You…can’t tell the difference.”

“Alphas are different. We walk different, talk different, express ourselves different. But more notably, we smell different. We smell like power and precision and certainty.” Stiles explained. “But do you want to know what you smell like? Like desperation, uncertainty, submissiveness, and that gorgeous brand of omega slick that I can smell soaking deep into the fabric of the chair you’re sitting on.”

Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands nervously. “I didn’t want to lie…I just wanted to see what it was like to work here—under an alpha.”

“Now, I hope you don’t expect me to just let you stick around—muddying up the air with your pungently sweet omega scent. Alphas are chosen for internships here at my company because alphas are imbued with natural leadership instincts.” Stiles leaned forward. “What does an omega have to offer?”

“I can work just as hard.” Derek explained, rubbing his sweaty palms against the meat of his own thighs—staring up into the searing red of Stiles’ alpha eyes.

“Don’t set yourself up for failure, Mr. Hale.” Stiles scoffed. “An alpha’s talents are unmatched by wolves of lower statues. But that’s not to say that omegas have no uses whatsoever. What are your qualifications? What can you provide to this company?”

The two remained relatively still for a moment, letting the contrasting hues of their werewolf eyes stay connected. And then Derek lurched forward, grappling his fingers onto the sturdy brushed-silver buckle of Stiles’ belt. He unfastened it as quickly as he could, eventually going as far as to tug Stiles’ pants down far enough so that the rigid hardness of his alpha cock was unmistakably visible.

“I can please you.” Derek said, stroking a tight grip around Stiles’ bare cock. “Alphas don’t lay with other alphas, but omegas are not bound to any such rule.”

“Remind me again as to the reason why omegas aren’t restricted from pleasuring alphas.” Stiles suggested, slipping his fingers into the strands of Derek’s soft hair. And as Derek eagerly took the alpha’s length into his mouth, Stiles groaned out. “Ah, now I remember…”

The blowjob was squeeze from the fruit of a sinful heaven. Derek’s lips were soft and his tongue was wicked. Derek took the cock right down to the hilt without an issue. After all, omegas weren’t known for having active gag-reflexes…and Derek was no exception. In fact, he messily slobbered down on Stiles’ massive cock, working his mouth down around every inch, whilst using his hands to stroke and squeeze at the alpha’s shaft.

Regardless of how good it felt, a blowjob wasn’t what Stiles really had in mind when he called Derek into his office. A mouth was nice, sure. Derek’s mouth, in particular, was more than nice. However, Derek was an omega. By nature, he was a living, breathing receptacle for an alpha dick—and had one of the nicest asses to show for it.

“You have a wicked tongue, Hale.” Stiles complemented, tugging Derek off of his cock by the strands of his hair. “But I’m interested in what you have going on below the belt.”

Stiles quickly hoisted Derek up into his arms with a loud grunt, spinning the two of them around, and then laying Derek down atop the corner-edge of his desk. He shucked down Derek’s trousers and boxers, instinctively sucking in the heavy scent of arousal. Stiles felt his skin flush hot and his cock twitch expectantly.

Derek groaned out —spreading his hairy thighs and kicking his legs up into the air. His tanned skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and his eyes refused to dull away from the piercing icy flare of an omega’s blue. As Stiles readied himself, Derek reached down with his hand to prod around at his own hole — shoving two of his fingers into where he was dripping wet.

Stiles grasped one of his hands around his hard cock, prodding it teasingly against Derek’s slick hole. He thrust forward quickly, feeding his dominance into the tight heat of Derek’s inner walls. Stiles could feel Derek’s body completely submit under his touch. It was in his nature.

The desk underneath Derek’s body rattled loudly whilst Stiles pounded into him. Stiles found the level of Derek’s slutty willingness to be extremely enticing. He watched Derek’s broad chest heave with rapid breaths. Stiles took great pleasure in all of the whimpers and moans that he was able to squeeze out of Derek’s body.

Derek kept his body limp under Stiles’ thrusts —entirely addicted to the feeling of Stiles’ large cock carving itself deep into his body. Each and every time that Stiles rammed his large alpha cock into his prostate, Derek felt a bolt of static fizzle its way throughout his body. He watched as his own hardened cock wobbled around in the air and oozed copious amounts of sticky pre-cum, which leaked down his thick shaft.

The squelch of Derek’s wetness seemed to amp up Stiles’ performance. It encouraged him. It pushed him into a rougher and quicker pace, which devastated Derek’s body and mind. But it didn’t matter, because the only thing Stiles genuinely cared about was unloading the fullness of his balls into the depths of the hot omega hole under him.

“Now, you can do better than that, omega.” Stiles huffed, grabbing onto the meat of Derek’s spread thighs.

Derek clenched down onto Stiles’ cock, giving his alpha boss a much tighter sleeve to continue fucking into. Whilst Stiles let out a delighted groan, Derek wildly stroked at his own cock —eagerly chasing an orgasm. Sure, as an omega, he was supposed to put the pleasure of the alpha before his own, but the feeling of Stiles’ cock getting slammed into his prostate was too much.

At once, Derek’s eyes fluttered shut and his steady breathing faltered. He gripped his fist tighter around his erect cock and stroked himself to completion, feeling hot splatters of cum patter down onto the sweat-drenched heat of his bare torso. All the while, Stiles took the abrupt orgasm as initiative to thrust faster.

Stiles roared, flashing his eyes bright red. He stared down to where his cock pounded in and out of Derek’s wet hole, taking great pleasure in the feeling of his girth squeeze into warm tightness. It didn’t take Stiles long before he felt himself orgasm—spilling his alpha cum lewdly into the body of his newest intern. Even as he orgasmed, Stiles’ rhythm refused to falter. It remained controlled and brutal.

“Are you sure?” He asked, not bothering with context. Who needed context anyway? Anyone in the room currently thinking of anything but sex at the moment needed to get their head checked.

This time, when he leaned forward, Stiles met him halfway, crushing their lips together in a soft, dragging kiss that had Derek sighing contently. He could not quite put his finger on what was making it feel so good… so right, except for the fact that he was kissing a god. That had to count for something, right? There had to be a reason why Stiles was sucking on his lips and licking into him with such fervor that Derek could not remember a time in his entire life that he had felt so alive.

“I want…” Stiles whispered between breaths and kisses. “I want to suck you.”

Derek laughed, unable to help himself at the crudeness of Stiles’ words.

“Can I?” He asked.

“Okay.” Derek said, nodding as Stiles pushed him over and climbed unto his body, unbuttoning Derek’s trousers and pushing it down as Derek lifted his hips to allow better access. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, when Stiles took him by the dick and rubbed, massaging him as he removed him from his pants.

Derek moaned, lifting his legs a little without even thinking about it. When he looked down at Stiles, he was whispering words to Derek’s dick, talking to it, cajoling it like he expected it to give permission.

“It’s okay.” Derek said.

Seconds later, he was banging his head back against the pillow when Stiles took him in his mouth, completely devoid of a gag reflex.

“Oh god!” Derek prayed. “Ayuadame! Help me!” He said.

Once Stiles began to suck, Derek’s eyes fell closed, sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of ecstasy as everything else around him seemed to drown away. He raised his hands, slipping it into Stiles’ hair and thanking the gods, he could hold on to something because he felt like if there was nothing to anchor him; he might never make it back… never find himself again.

He could feel the pressure building in his gut, the longer Stiles sucked and the deeper he seemed to want to go. Derek just wanted more, but he did not know to which extent he could ask. A god was sucking his dick, for god’s sake. What more could he ask for?

As soon as he felt a finger poke at his hole, Derek’s eyes flew open.

“What… what are you doing?” He asked.

But Stiles did not reply, choosing to release Derek’s dick with a loud pop as he sucked on Derek’s balls. His eyes fluttered again, fighting to stay sane from the pleasure he was being given, but someone was playing with his asshole. Derek had been with men in his lifetime, but it had been a while since he let anyone near his hole.

When he felt Stiles’ tongue swipe across it, Derek bolted off the bed, shifting a little as Stiles sat up, looking dazed and disgruntled. Almost as if going down on Derek had been a more pleasurable experience for him than it had been for Derek.

“You can’t.” Derek said, mentally struggling to put his foot down.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles asked, his lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. As he spoke, Derek could not get thought out of his head that sucking his dick had done that… had made Stiles’ lips slick and swollen.

“You want… you want to lick me… there?” He asked, unsure of what was going on.

“Do you not do that?” Stiles asked in confusion.

“Why?” Derek asked, equally confused. “You don’t know what’s down there. I may have done things without… cleaning properly.”

“Ah.” Stiles said, nodding as if he finally understood. He held his hand up as towel materialized in his palm, hanging with the weight of wetness. “Lie down.” Stiles said and Derek obeyed, wondering what was going on. “I understand that you may be uncomfortable letting someone see you down there if you are not… clean. I wouldn’t mind. It’s all a part of your body anyway.”

“Eww.” Derek said, droping his head in the pillows and feeling his dick grow more and more limp. They were referencing shit and poop and there was nothing less sexy than talking about shit and poop when sex was on the table.

“Spread your legs.” Stiles said as Derek looked at him suspiciously. “I want to wipe you.”

Derek looked at the towel.

“I’m not a kid.”

“I want to suck you and you won’t let me if you think you are unclean.”

Well! That was not Derek’s only concern but he spread his legs anyway.

He moved when Stiles lifted one leg and tried to turn him around till he was finally on his belly. And then he dragged Derek back, keeping him in a semi-kneeling position as a pillow was slid under him.

He felt so exposed, just lying there. He had only ever bottomed once in his life and that was his first and last time. He had been a sophomore High School and the Student Body President had followed him around, buying him gifts, showering him favors and making all sorts of promises. By the time they finally got some privacy, Derek had regretted everything when the much larger boy was pressing his dick into Derek and everything had hurt.

He did not cry though. At least, Derek does not remember ever crying that day. But after that, he never bottomed again. If he so much as looked at a man, he was sure no one would have any business with his asshole, for any reason.

Until now.

Stiles spread his cheeks and wiped at his asshole with the wet cloth, causing a shiver up and down Derek’s body.

“Relax.” Stiles told him from behind, leaning over him as he wiped again and again, massaging Derek’s cheeks with his free hand till Derek was a little more relaxed in his hands. Just as he started getting used to it again, Stiles continued from where he stopped, opening Derek up and licking up and down his hole with fervor and devotion.

“Auw!” Derek mewled, unable to control his twitching. It tickled, but more than that, his dick was excited by it. It felt strange to have someone playing with his ass, but at the same time, it also felt pleasurable. When the first finger slipped in, Derek clenched around it, reaching behind to hold unto to Stiles’ hair once again. “Please.” He begged, not sure what he was begging for. He wanted Stiles to continue, but he was too confused to know what else he wanted.

“Easy.” Stiles urged, putting his lips back there as he licked and prodded at it, still massaging away at his ass. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“I feel so good.” Derek promised him as a second finger slipped it and he groaned, burying his face in his sheets, unable to fathom how much he had been missing for years. It had taken him a while to learn that anal sex was not just done by sticking a dick in a hole, but there were such things as preparation and lubrication and making sure the person was ready for you.

He had learned to do that, mostly because he wanted his partners as satisfied as he was, by the end of the encounter. But he had never known the bottoms had it this good. As the third finger joined the other two, Derek pulled himself up to his knees, giving Stiles a better view and more access. He could feel his body loosening up and opening, getting freer down there. He did not want to be so empty anymore.

“Estoi listo. I’m ready.” He told Stiles, tapping him on the head as he ground his ass back into Stiles’ face, seeking his tongue… wanting Stiles to give him everything. “Get it… fuck me, my god.”

Before he could issue another plea, he felt the tip of Stiles’ dick press into him just a little as his body quivered again, trying to accept the pressure. When he nodded into the bed and tapped Stiles again, he pushed even further into Derek.

“FUCK!” he cussed, throwing his head back as he pushed himself up and knelt, with Stiles plastering himself across Derek’s back. “Do it. I can take it.” He said as Stiles began to move, holding him by the hips and rocking into him slowly and dragging it out as he hit a spot in Derek that took his breath away for a second. He gasped, unsure what was happening.

“Just relax. It’s just a love spot.” Stiles explained as if Derek was virgin who had no idea what a prostate was. He knew how the male body worked. He had touched other people’s… love spots. He just never knew it would feel this way. Wrapping his hands around his dick, he arched at Stiles as the god groaned behind him.

“I’m good.” He moaned when Stiles continued to move, rocking faster, gripping Derek tight as he fell back to the bed, unable to take the pressure to his knees, but unable to ask for it to stop. It could not, should not stop. Not until forever. The added pleasure of Stiles’ dick behind him and Derek’s hands, tugging at his own dick felt too good to be true. Derek was ready to spend his life on his knees, getting fucked by a god. “Oh god!” He said out loud. “ARGH!” He yelled, coming as he spilled his cum unto the pillow beneath him, clenching so tight that he thought his asshole would squeeze Stiles’ dick right off.

Stiles held him in his hands, letting Derek shudder the orgasm from his body for what felt like hours. He could not think. He could not feel. All he knew in that moment was that his dick could not stop releasing.