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.


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 second fic rec and I will probably do this twice a month or something cause it hasn’t been a month since the last one, but I wanted to post this now.

How to date your best friend’s brother - veterization - Explicit 

Scott’s brother Derek gets surprisingly hot when he comes back from college.

Stiles, and his hormones, deal with this new development less than gracefully.

Don’t Worry Baby - kalpurna - Explicit 

“You know you’re allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?” he says, afterwards. “We can do whatever you want. That’s kind of the point." 

Derek doesn’t respond.

Dating Backwards - RemainNameless - Explicit 

Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That’s not going to change after they meet. It’s really not.

(It might.)

Coming Home - sheafrotherdon - Explicit  

When Stiles comes home from college for Thanksgiving break, the last thing he expects to develop is a sudden, overwhelming attraction to Derek Hale.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us - queerly_it_is - Explicit   

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.

it is so quite new a thing - sheafrotherdon - Explicit  

In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.

Just a Little Hocus Pocus - secondstar - Explicit 

On All Hallow’s Eve when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. 

Stiles lights the black flame candle, bringing three witches back from the dead who need his soul to survive the night.

Come So Hard Motherfuckers Wanna Fine Me - sadtomato - Explicit

Stiles wakes up naked on the bathroom floor with a throbbing headache and Derek Hale taking care of him.

Beltane - DevilDoll - Explicit 

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he’s seeing something intimate and private that shouldn’t have an audience. That’s nothing compared to how it feels.”

This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

Talk Geeky to Me - stilesanderek - Explicit

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they’re each other’s only friend. That usually doesn’t bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends–or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.


The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

The Last Traces of Smoke - unpossible - Explicit 

“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.

That Which You Cannot Undo - uraneia - Explicit

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It’s a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle. 

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night. 

Love Don’t Die - Finduilas - Explicit

Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking. 

Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

Salty Sweet - secondstar - Explicit

Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That’s where it all starts.

Triple Shot Pumpkin Spice Latte - coffeeinallcaps - Explicit

“For two years, Stiles had very much enjoyed his position as Guidance Counselor at his old college. The pay was all right, the students who came to see him were interesting, and his work was challenging and diverse. …Or so it used to be, before some guy named Professor Hale joined the staff." 

AU in which guidance counselor Stiles has to deal with all the students crushing on the elusive and infuriating Professor Hale.

Be Still - thefangirlingdead - Teen and Up

After Allison’s death, Stiles can’t seem to shake the feeling that it was his fault. He feels like a monster, can’t look any of his friends in the eye, and finds himself reaching out to the one person who might know what he’s going through: Derek.

You are waiting for a train… - wiski - Teen and Up 

Stiles woos Derek with his amazing poetic prowess at a New York City Subway station. 

Or, in which Stiles was a dumbass who wrote ridiculous(ly awful) haikus, and Derek was the dumbass who liked them.

Do you believe in fate?

This came to me at 3 a.m. so i’m sorry if it sucks, but i had to get it out.

Sterek AU, based on that AUs post going around “accidentally hugging the wrong person from behind’‘ 

Stiles entered the library just as he got a text from Scott.

look 4 me. leather jacket

He glanced around the library, saw no one in a leather jacket and shot a text back.

where r u? im at the entrance

dude, leather jacket.

Stiles sighed and walked towards the reception desk as he kept looking around. Then, at one of the book cases, fiction section, he saw a man, short dark hair and, bingo, a leather jacket.

Scott probably already saw him at the entrance, but he doesn’t know he found him already, so he takes it as an opportunity to scare the crap out of him.
He approaches slowly, out of Scott’s line of sight, until he’s right behind him, and basically jumps at his back, putting his legs around Scott’s waist so he’s piggy back riding him.

Scott freezes with a book in his hand, and wait.
Scott doesn’t have stubble.
Or this amazing, big and defined biceps he’s currently holding onto from behind.

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