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04 September 2015 @ 02:42 am
safety is just an illusion
gen, chris/peter, word count
somehow, this prompt turned into the only g-rated teen wolf fic i've managed to write so far. idek.
Peter eyes the pile of clothes on the floor with growing suspicion.

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed, Argent?," he drawls, leaning against the doorframe.
 
 
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02 September 2015 @ 10:00 pm
too much, never enough
explicit, peter/stiles, 248
prompt :D
"I can't, I can't, Peter," Stiles whines, damp palms making it impossible to maintain his grasp on the headboard.
 
 
 
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24 August 2015 @ 12:00 pm
experiments in pattern recognition
explicit, allison/scott/stiles, 13265
the first tw fic i ever started, and to date the longest work i've ever written by far *tosses confetti*
"That's why I like you, Stiles, you get right to the point."

Stiles chokes. He has officially lost control of this conversation.

"I have a theory," Allison says, smiling slyly. "How did you put it? Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence —"

"— Three times is a pattern?"
 
 
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01 August 2015 @ 12:00 pm
not actually joking
explicit, chris/peter/stiles, 3187
written for the polyamorouswolfexchange on tumblr. my recipient dropped, but if they happen to recognize their prompt i hope they enjoy. ;D
The vein on Chris' forehead is starting to throb.

"So help me if you two don't settle this right now I will spank you."

Stiles and Peter both shut up in an instant, jaws clacking shut near simultaneously.

Chris almost laughs — their faces are priceless — but Stiles is turning an intriguingly blotchy shade of brilliant red and Peter's nostrils are flaring like he's scenting for a hunt.

Oh.
 
 
 
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19 July 2015 @ 07:30 pm
complicate me
teen, scott/stiles, 382
for this [profile] tnw_kinkmeme prompt that's been languishing in my wip folder for months. better late than never?
This isn't Stiles.

It's not, not in the least. Because Stiles doesn't look at him like that, like he wants to eat Scott alive, like he wants to rip him apart with claws and sword and teeth just to see what makes him tick and then tear out a place to curl up inside him.

And yet.
 
 
 
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turn off the sun, my head is unravelling
mature, peter/stiles, 3024
Stiles will never ever admit it out loud, but there's something about Peter that's always made him want to drop to his knees, even (especially) when Peter's at his most dangerous. So, when he sinks to the carpet between Peter's feet, eyes on Peter's the whole way down, it feels a little like Christmas morning.

Peter's eyes are wide with surprise and dark with arousal, only the faintest hint of blue edges visible from Stiles's current vantage point. He opens his mouth as if to speak but seems to think better of it and Stiles is ridiculously pleased that Peter's too fucking greedy to bother asking if he's sure.
 
 
 
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never go in against your best friend when orgasms are on the line
mature, scott/stiles, 1736
because stiles is a little shit and it's absolutely my favorite thing about him.
"You asshole, I am not holding you up for the next half hour." Scott pinches Stiles' side where he's holding him up but all it does it make Stiles cling tighter and slip one hand up higher, then back down, skin to skin this time under his boxers. Scott hisses. "Stiles!"

Laughing softly, Stiles runs his nose up Scott's neck to nibble at his ear. With purpose.

Scott sighs. Everything is a challenge. He should have known better.

"Stiles!"

"I bet I can make you come before we have to get off the train, and before I do."
 
 
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lay your head down (i won't let the boogeyman come)
explicit, derek/stiles, 3140
one of these days i'll be able to join a new fandom without immediately writing porn. today is not that day.
"I've kind of. Had this fantasy," Stiles says in a stumbling rush. "And seeing as this may be my last week ever in this room. Kind of a now or never thing. So. Um."

Derek drags his nose up the back of Stiles' neck, pulling him closer to his chest as he makes a questioning sound.

Stiles takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then blurts out, "I just really want you to sneak in, pin me down, and start fucking me so when I wake up I can't do anything but lie there take it."