"I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work." "I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."Completed - Words: 121,553Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Sexual Assault, Car Sex, Barebacking, Comeplay, Fisting, Watersports, Scent Marking, Secrets

    Okay, expected is overselling it. He’d hoped for Lydia. Or Danny. Or even Ian, the bartender from Jungle that his girls Amanda Reckonwith and Juan Nightstand had set him up with last weekend.Stiles has never, not once, expected or even hoped for Derek Hale.Words:2352 complete

    Teen Wolf fanficAlternate 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.)3,126 words complete

    Alexander Tait at the Bennington Academy for Young Gentlemen, but never manages to get up the nerve to speak to him...until, on graduation day, Tait demands to know where Pitney's attending college. But once he has the information, Tait leaves Pitney bewildered.They meet again when Pitney is being chased by bashers. Tait sends them fleeing before Pitney knows what's happening. Now finally Pitney has Tait's complete, undivided attention. Possibly forever because werewolves mate for life.Keywords: Gay M/M / Paranormal / Werewolves / College Age / Soulmates or Bonded / HEA​Word Count: 12,357Available for free on Instafreebie.

    An old enemy returns, and new ones appear. It’s Beacon Hills, after all.Artpost 1: http://ldyghst.livejournal.com/219313...Artpost 2: http://yorugami.tumblr.com/post/41109...Words: 73,529 complete, One-shot

    He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he's sleeping.Words: 56551 complete

    Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.Teen Wolf (TV) fanfiction: Stiles/Derek, Words: 13,115 complete

    The sheriff bought a crib and made Derek help him put it together. Stiles thought of Hemingway and the shortest, most heartbreaking story ever told, and dismantled it on his own while Derek was out.[The one where Stiles getting knocked up is the least of his worries.]Words: 44700 | Complete

    “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.”Words: 23448 complete

    Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.Warning: Mpreg, Words:~40104 complete

    Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.Words:8824 Complete

    It's desperate and frightened and almost Derek's name and it hurts him to the core. Derek roars as Kali lifts Stiles off the bed, the boy struggling against her hold like an oversized doll come to life. Derek fights against the twins, red mist boiling in his vision, fury and terror pumping through his veins."Say goodbye, Derek," Kali says softly, triumphantly. "You'll never see him again."Fandom: Teen Wolf - Derek/Stiles27,929 Words complete

    And Derek is 6-year-old Scott's adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles's face looks in those glasses. Or something like that.Words:125430 complete

    He never expects to meet the man in person.For the prompt: Derek is deaf and Stiles takes care of him.Words:15645 complete

    Unfortunately, I’m a pretty terrible phoenix. I can’t seem to control my fire. I lose my feathers (I could give you my father’s lecture on that word for word, I’ve heard it so many times). And worst of all, my tears don’t heal. I’ve pretty much been a hermit since my clan kicked me out ten years ago.The other day this man came to my cave claiming he needed a phoenix to help him with his quest. I was so startled I lit half my clothes on fire and scared him away. I can see him climbing the trail towards my cave again. What in the world does he want?Pic 2 is the third undersecretary to the royal historian (or some similar underling position within the royal court) and discovered something he shouldn’t have. He can’t tell anyone or he will be killed so he has to fix it all on his own…except maybe for the help of one hermit phoenix.Photo Descriptions: Photo 1: A shirtless, slender man with hard-taut muscles gazes thoughtfully ahead. Around him, singed and burned feathers waft to the ground. His short red hair either burns with orange-dancing flames or perhaps catches the raw yellow sunlight, giving him a fire-roasted appearance. His raw sensuality simmers, as if the air around him is charged with electricity and yet refuses to ignite into passion.Photo 2: A tranquil, lavender-shirted man holds a book in his right hand and a lantern in his left. He’s young, mid-twenties, a thin man. His tight black pants and elegant dress shirt convey a sense of timeless style. Pages seem to leave the book and fly away, as if magically lifted by the wind. Despite the floating pages and the bruised blues and greens in the dangerous sky before him, the man with raven hair and a dark purple streak remains calm, absorbed. Around him, delicate flowers blossom with long, curled petals, as delicate and strong as this man himself.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love’s Landscapes" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.