Fiction Recs

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.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
72,249 words

John leaned forward slightly and looked at the marks. He jerked back and looked at Stiles. “You have two soulmates?” he asked incredulously.

Stiles’s eyes slipped over to Chris and Peter again and then he looked away. He nodded.

The Sheriff swore under his breath. “You said you didn’t know who your soulmate was,” John said. He sounded both confused and at the same time frustrated.

Stiles licked his lips and unconsciously took another step backwards. “That may have been inaccurate,” he replied softly.

Peter/Stiles
18,595 words

Someone’s actually replied.
Fuck.

I’ll give you what you need, pretty boy. And you can call me Sir.

The hairs on the back of Stiles’s neck prickle at that, and his dick throbs. He clicks on the profile and the picture that pops up is UN-FUCKING-FAIR. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, nobody should look like that. The man’s staring into the camera, a smile that’s almost a sneer on his face. And what a face it is. Intense blue eyes, cheekbones like cut glass, and a strong jawline covered in the perfect amount of stubble. His neck, what Stiles can see of it, is thickly muscled, and Stiles can see the beginnings of a tattoo that travels down. There’s the tiniest scattering of grey at his temples, and Stiles breathes out, “Oh yes, Sir,” as he drinks in the details on the profile.

Peter/Stiles
37,806 words

Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but his dad is right—he's trying to pack way too many minimum-wage hours into the five-week break before the new semester starts. But what else is a screwed over college student with a budget tighter than his worn-out skinny jeans supposed to do?

At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.

Derek/Stiles
23,135+ words (unfinished)

There's nothing easy about relationships. There's sex and there's fighting and there's fighting about sex, and there's misunderstandings and anger and hurt. But there's also someone else who will make you food, and bully you into going furniture shopping, and sometimes there's someone for you at the end of a long day who's willing to listen, or just sit next to you in silence.

So: Derek and Stiles. Frottage. Paperwork. Ikea. Communication. Porn. Kate Argent-related feels. And probably more paperwork later on, because Stiles is thorough, and he has a kink checklist that Derek will fill out, so help him god.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
68,690 words

God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order.

Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted.

Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.

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
12,451 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.

Derek/Stiles
3,630 words

Derek likes Stiles in lingerie and makeup.

Derek/Stiles
18,472 words

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)

Peter/Stiles
15,013+ words

“Please accept this token of courtship.” Stiles startled backwards when a box was shoved in front of his face. He turned to glare at the werewolf standing next to their table. The man was good looking, well-dressed, and around Stiles’s age. Not a bad start for someone expressing interest in him. But, the blatant rudeness was a major turnoff.

He glanced at the box. Slim and wrapped with a simple ribbon. It was probably something from one of the mall jewelry stores. He would wager money on some kind of fancy watch. Hopefully the dude kept his receipt. “Thank you, but I decline your offer.” Stiles turned his attention back to Danny. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”