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This one is not as long as the other ones but I loved them so much I needed to share! Enjoy! Also, you can find my other recs here!

I’ll Be Seeing You - Explicit - thepsychicclam

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

* I NEVER ADD NOTES TO FICS, BUT THIS ONE MADE ME CRY AT 1 AM AND IT IS SO WELL DONE JUST READ IT PLEASE.

LUST (Love & Unresolved Sexual Tension) - Mature - theroguesgambit

“Derek… Incubus, remember? This isn’t… we aren’t…”

Derek cuts off his words with his mouth (it’s fucking effective, why hasn’t be been doing this since the day they’d met?) and breaks away again long enough to growl “I’ll send it a fruit basket later.”

The pack has to deal with an incubus. This was going to be a PWP but I’m a giant mushball so ended up being about feelings.

ain’t no trouble with a double - Explicit - bleep0bleep

Stiles accidentally magics himself a double and knows exactly what he wants to do with it.

Derek is more than a little overwhelmed.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed - Explicit - bleep0bleep

“Did you say–” Stiles starts.

“What?” Derek growls.

“We’re not a couple!” they both retort in unison.

“We’re not together,” Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. “An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell.”

The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) - Explicit - Omni

“Ah, yeah, Desiree, I told you I was meeting someone. Well, that someone is Derek. My boyfriend. We’re totally in love.” His heart was racing and Derek was holding him so tight it was difficult to turn enough to face the young woman. What he did see of her had his breath catching on fishhooks in his throat. She was normally a relatively pretty girl, with cute round cheeks and large dark eyes, but in that moment she looked…terrifying. Her cheeks seemed gaunt, her eyes glowing like they were little windows peeking into a deep pit of raging flame.

(Or: 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.)

Our Memories Are Numbered - Explicit - rufflefeather

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

Unchained Melody - Explicit - uraneia

Derek is an Elvis impersonator. Stiles is the sound and lighting engineer in charge of his show. Over sequins, hip swivels, and 50s ballads, they fall in love.

 Derek’s grumpy eyebrows disappear under a mask of pure showmanship as his lip curls up and he does a—a thing with his hips and the microphone stand, wow, is it hot in here?

Breathe With Me - General - Zainclaw

“Mom would’ve believed me.”

It’s only a mumble, but the look on his father’s face is more than enough proof for Stiles to know he caught every word.

He turns around before he gets to see what he knows is coming; his dad’s face will darkens with pain, and he can’t deal with knowing he’s the one who put it there.

Alive - Explicit - grimm

“Yes,” Peter said, putting a hand between Stiles’ shoulder blades and shoving him so he stumbled forward a few feet. “He’s for you, Derek.”

What?” Stiles yelped. Derek’s nose flared and one side of his mouth raised up in a feral grin. Stiles whirled around to look at Peter. “What the hell are you talking about?” he exclaimed. “This is not what I agreed to!”

Peter gave him an infuriatingly calm look. “You said, and I quote, ‘Mr. Hale, I will do anything for the money.’ You signed the papers. You got yourself into this. And now you are going to do what you promised to do.”

And so: Stiles, deep in Peter’s debt, is offered up to Peter’s nearly feral nephew in an effort to keep him going over the edge of madness.

I Ran (So Far) - Explicit - thepsychicclam

“But, you don’t run,” Derek pointed out, confused.

  “People can get new hobbies,” Stiles snapped. “Geez, if I’d known it was going to be this big of a deal, I’d have called you first. Want me to give you my workout schedule? That way you can coordinate your nose accordingly?”

 In which Stiles’ summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

Cherrybomb - Explicit - the_deep_magic

Stiles is yanked up to his feet so fast that his world spins and his shoulder aches and he’s a second from screaming police brutality! when he gets a good look at the cop’s face.

Holy shit. Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.

Touch My Body - Explicit - bleep0bleep

Stiles. Don’t leave the loft no matter what. I’m sorry. We’re tracking down the incubus right now. Don’t leave. Please. Just. I’m sorry it had to be you. Just. Stiles, don’t leave, okay?

It’s Derek’s voice, broken and wretched, pleading in a way Stiles has never heard before. He doesn’t know what has happened, or what the incubus has done, but something in that tone of voice cuts him deep inside— makes him wonder— what happened?

This is my third fic rec. You can find my past recs here.

The Walls Are Breathing In - Explicit - secondstar

Nothing could go wrong. It was just supposed to be a safe trip to the Nemeton. But this is Beacon Hills and things are rarely that simple. Welcome to the life of Stiles Stilinski.

Or, that time that Stiles accidentally became a sorcerer against his will.

A Good Thing - Explicit - Jerakeen

“I think it’s time to admit that I have this bizarre, weird, twisted thing for your dick.”

In Case The Daylight Never Comes - Explicit - plume_bob

There’s a relentless dark shape tearing through the pack and that’s only the half of it. Stiles just wants to sleep and stop being haunted by the faces of his night-time tormentors. His dad thinks he’s suffering from post-traumatic stress, Scott thinks he’s suffering the after-effects of the ritual; Stiles thinks they’re both reasonable theories, except for the part where Derek Hale is the only thing that can take his nightmares away and it seems that fact is no coincidence.

I Have Faith in Nights - Mature - DaintyBoots

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

It’s How You Use It - Explicit - badwolfbadwolf

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.

Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four - Explicit - linksofmemories

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.”

“Basically.”

“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - Explicit - grimm

There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Not As Described - Mature - Febricant

Stiles may have made a huge mistake.

Sinking Like A Stone (Carry On) - Mature - iamnightbird

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

as we share this simple night - Explicit - mockturtletale

Tearing chunks of toast off with his teeth, Stiles changes the shape of Derek’s whole world.

come on, tear me apart - Explicit - trilliastra

“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.

Oh.

So he’s not making things up.

It’s mutual.

Awesome.

The Proposal - Explicit - Firenation

Stiles Stilinski is the long-suffering assistant of Derek Hale, editor extraordinaire. Also jackass extraordinaire.

The Proposal AU where Stiles has to get engaged to his terrifying boss Derek in order to prevent him being deported. And somehow has to persuade his family that they’re really in a relationship (stop laughing, Scott). Difficult doesn’t even cover it.

Broken Sundown - Explicit - Anonymous 

Punk rock star Derek Hale is irritated when his new roommate in rehab turns out to be squeaky-clean Stiles Stilinski, the drummer for the hottest boy band in the U.S. Not even his favorite gay romance novel can distract him from what follows. Rock star AU, angst and addictions, alpha!Derek, mates.

I Want Sugar in my Tea - Teen and Up - lielabell

Derek doesn’t like coffee and he doesn’t like coffee shops. They are loud and brash and full of people who think too much of themselves. He prefers tea and independently owned bookshops, where people sit in companionable silence and read. But here he is, sitting in a loud, obnoxious coffee shop, trying his damnedest to focus while people drone on mindlessly on all sides of him, drinking cup after cup of low quality tea. And why is he doing this again? Oh right. Because of him.

you’re the one that i want - Teen and Up - trilliastra

“How do I ask someone to go to prom with me?” Stiles asks suddenly and Derek’s breath hitches.

Sleepwalking - Explicit - thefangirlingdead

Stiles’ nightmares and sleepwalking progressively get worse until he’s losing time. In this case, he comes-to on Derek’s dick.

It Starts When You’re Around - Explicit - strobelighted

“Earth to Derek. You okay, man?”

Derek’s eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who’s starting to look more worried now.

“I –” he starts, then swallows against the dryness. “Who are you?”

or, Derek gets amnesia.

The Best Part of Camping - Explicit - sheafrotherdon

When Derek’s injuries mean he and Stiles can’t get away for the weekend, Stiles takes matters into his own hands.

testing the waters - Explicit - grimm

Prompt fill: “I would LOVE a future!fic where Stiles randomly bumps into Derek, maybe in nyc. He’s in college now or maybe even post college, and this is their first time interacting since Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is obviously SMOKING HOT now and Derek finally got his shit together and is a successful 30 something.”