Fiction Recs

Chris/Peter/Stiles
Mixed media

During the day, Chris could leave his phone at home. It's almost always silent. Allison is dead. Isaac is in France. He doesn't talk to his family. But at night, he can count on texts from the sheriff's son or Peter Hale. For very different reasons.

Derek/Stiles, Peter/Stiles, Aiden/Ethan/Stiles, Danny/Stiles, Chris/Parrish/Stiles, Boyd/Erica/Stiles
17,845 words

Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.

Peter/Stiles, Chris/Stiles, Deucalion/Stiles
55,598+ words

Stiles Stilinski was making his dreams come true. It didn't matter that he was years behind the curve, that he found his calling too late for proper apprenticeship, or that his skills were inconsistent at best; he was a full fledged Druid, officially approved and everything. He even had an assignment, direct from the Council themselves, straight out of the gate!
If that meant shacking up with three of the most gorgeous and damaged werewolves currently alive, well... he could think of worse things. At least here he was doing some good, and the fringe benefits weren't too bad either.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
1,632 words

Stiles likes waking up being fucked and not knowing whose dick is in him.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
22,970 words

Witness protection was a fickle thing, and a tight network. He couldn’t reach out to his dad, or to Scott and his wife Kira, or to Lydia or Jackson or Danny. He was completely alone, in a new state, with a new name, date of birth and backstory.
Gone was Stiles Stilinski, 24 from Beacon Hills, California. Son of the Sheriff Noah Stilinski, best friend of Scott McCall, former lacrosse benchwarmer.
Hello Ellis Kit, 23, from Kensington, Minnesota, quiet kid of a small time farmer.

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After Stiles witnesses the brutal murder of a man by his Ex Boyfriend, Theo Raeken, he’s put into witness protection half way across the country, away from all he’s ever known. He gains a job as a ranch-hand under hot as hell co-owners Peter Hale and Chris Argent, a temporary safe haven known for taking in strays.
Happily, he finds himself gaining a family, but quickly realises he could lose so much more.

Peter/Stiles
3,209 words

They talked about it weeks ago, after Stiles made a throwaway comment regarding the dimensions of Peter’s cock in Alpha form. Peter asked if it was something he'd want to try, to which Stiles—probably a little too enthusiastically—said: "Hell fucking yes!"

Peter/Stiles
4,680 words

Granted, Peter isn’t the sort of man to deny himself what he wants, especially when it comes to things of a carnal nature, so there’s obviously an unspoken reason for his delay. What that might be, Stiles isn’t sure, but he doesn’t much care since it's clear the man has now set aside his reservations to take their relationship into uncharted territory.

Territory of the sexy variety, in case that wasn’t clear.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
12,966 words

Peter traced his hands over the small sketch of a Daisy in the corner of the lined paper.
“It appears I have made a new friend.”
“Oh.” Chris hummed. Draping himself over Peter's back. His lips brushed Peter's neck and he tilted his head agreeably inviting further exploration.

When young 2/LT Stilinski starts writing Chris after serving with him, both he and Peter have no idea how this will change their lives forever.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
12,451 words

For years Chris has ignored the fact that his best friend’s boyfriend is exactly his type. He’s not planning to stop now.

Stiles and Peter have a completely different plan.

Peter/Stiles
19,351 words

"Stiles' thumb shook almost imperceptibly when it hovered over the number. His number. Not for the first time, he wished he had other options. The problem was that he'd already called everyone else in the pack. Hell, he’d even called Chris Argent for fucks sake and it was not like he was on the best terms with that guy.

Stiles chewed his lip and sighed before pressing call. He was the last person Stiles wanted to drive him home after getting his wisdom teeth pulled but he was out of options. This was Beacon Hills, and Stiles was probably less likely to be killed by him than he was some rogue supernatural Uber driver.

He swallowed as the call connected "Peter, I need a favor.""

Or the one in which Stiles confesses all of the nasty things he wants Peter to do to him in a post-anesthesia fog and then promptly forgets all about it. Peter...does not.

Peter/Stiles
10,746 words

Stiles and Peter agree to test out a relationship. The only problem is that Stiles is off to university, and much of their interactions will be at a distance. Thank goodness for technology!

They haven't really reached the boning level of relationship yet, because while Stiles is a horny bastard, he kinda wants to flirt and be wooed and develop a bond before they do the do. But sexting doesn't count, does it?

Peter/Stiles
23,353 words

It’s always been on the cards for Stiles to one day visit his last remaining relatives, and since there’s no one on his father’s side, he feels even more compelled to get his finger out his ass and actually do it instead of stalling. Especially now that college is done, nothing should be holding him back. But that’s just the thing. Something is holding him back and has been since graduation. There's one thing Stiles noticed as soon as he made the Skype call to his babcia to celebrate the end of his studies.

That one simple thing—or several, but they’re all under the same heading—is a variation of the same inane question he’s been bombarded with by each and every family member since that one fateful phone call...

'Have you met anyone?’