*mumbles* uncut Derek tag update? I have a kink don't judge me.
In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis (7/7 | 39,853 | NC17)
Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.
It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?
“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.
“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.
Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.
Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.
Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.
The things they said were never true. by mynamjo (1/1 | 1,652 | NC17)
Derek is still insecure about the way he looks. Some things arn't fixed in a day.
We've Got Company by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 2,494 | NC17)
It’s still strange for Derek, waking up next to someone. He’s opened his eyes to Stiles’ gorgeous face every morning for a month now, and it still surprises him. There’s so much about it that’s hard for him to accept: that he trusts someone enough to sleep next to him, that someone as breathtaking and powerful as Stiles inexplicably seems to love him, that Derek hasn’t felt the urge to run away since the moment he laid eyes on him.
Stiles is an incredibly heavy sleeper, so Derek doesn’t even bother being gentle or quiet about burrowing in closer to him. They’re on their sides, facing each other; Derek slides down the bed a bit so he can nuzzle into his neck, tossing a leg over Stiles’ hip, hitching closer. Stiles, still asleep, mumbles into his hair, warm breath teasing across his scalp.
This hunger, that’s new too. Derek’s never had a problem getting sex whenever he wanted, has become quite skilled, in fact, in taking what he needs from the men eager to sleep with him. But this – this bone-deep, nearly insatiable desire he feels for Stiles, the way his mind and body practically scream to touch him, taste him – is something wholly new and frightening in its intensity.
I Love The Way You Play by dragontattoo75 (1/1 | 1,636 | NC17)
Stiles loves to play with Derek’s cock when it's soft; to have his boyfriend’s ‘little’ penis in his mouth, to suck on it and play with the extra skin at the tip with his tongue. Too bad he gets to do it for such a short while every time. He just needs to do it really often to get his fill.
