Fiction Recs

Derek/Stiles
93,883 words

Stiles and his father have been the only two werewolves in Beacon Hills since they moved there seven years ago. In fact, Stiles had never even met another wolf that wasn't related to him. Which would be fine except that he was a Delta - a Third, a Breeder, whose only purpose in life was to find a nice big, strong Alpha or Beta to breed them like the bitch he apparently was. But, again, given the lack of werewolves, Stiles pretty much thought he'd never have to deal with any of that.

Then one night his father gets called out to a murder scene in the Preserve and Stiles can't help but go check it out.

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.

Derek/Stiles
8,164 words

Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.

Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew

He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?

Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she's kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he's Derek's mate.

Derek/Stiles
30,765 words

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

or

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

Derek/Stiles
153,181 words

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Peter/Stiles
2,359 words

“Special,” Peter calls him at the bar, and that only makes Stiles roll his eyes and order another drink on the werewolf’s tab.

“Beautiful,” gets Peter closer to what he’s after, and then there is the litany of endearments that all end with “boy” which had never really done it for Stiles before with other men, but there’s something about Peter: his sharp smirk, his knowing eyes, his careful stubble of a beard that just works for his face. Something about the way he says it that has Stiles licking into his mouth and talking about grabbing a cab.

“Mine,” he calls Stiles after that and whoa, yeah, that does it for him, too. Like a lot.

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!"

Chris/Peter/Stiles
21,384 words

Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.

Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

Derek/Stiles
6,331 words

Stiles thought college would be different, but no, here he is, being chased by a slobbering beast that wants to crunch his bones. And along comes Derek Hale (still as hot as ever) to help Stiles escape... and along the way, change his life forever.

Peter/Stiles/Derek
10,947 words

It's exactly what it says on the box.

Derek/Stiles
3,641 words

Stiles doesn't have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it. (Sort of movie-fusion AU.)

Peter/Stiles
17,306 words

“Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.

“What?” Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking. He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close. He actually bit me when I tried to take back my pillow. I nearly lost a thumb.”

“Derek.” The reality of this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice. “Just trust the omega, okay? Tell him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”

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"Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101" by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.

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
62,333 words

A/B/O universe. Stiles and Scott are in college, renting a house with Derek and one fateful day Stiles meets Derek's uncle Peter, who is a professional Alpha and seemingly has an eye for him. And things develop.

Derek/Stiles
5,104 words

Stiles' love life takes an awesome change of direction all because Allison talks Scott into taking some parenting classes.

Derek/Stiles
15,517 words

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn't even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles' life.

Derek/Stiles
6,141 words

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

Derek/Stiles
9,376 words

Stiles is a prince with a secret lost in war.

Derek/Stiles
40,417 words

After barely defeating the Alpha pack, Derek is determined to give his own pack members the one-on-one training they need to ensure each is ready for the next enemy. He sets out with a goal of eliminating everyone's biggest weakness, but if he thought his pack would let self-improvement pass their Alpha by, he's sadly mistaken. When Stiles is chosen to mentor Derek, things between them change forever.

Derek/Stiles
28,181 words

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.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Derek/Stiles
5,241 words

It’s the summer before senior year and Stiles is doing just fine. Right up until he gets shitfaced and tells a room full of drag queens that he’s attracted to an alpha werewolf and that oh, yeah, he’s been wondering about whether or not they have knots. It all goes downhill from there, but in a good way.