Mostly (like all, but one) Stiles-centric since he’s my one and only. Sans Steter, that ship has it’s own fic rec following shortly.
In My Fantasies (We’re Runnin’ Wild) by YouShineBrighter
He’s close enough now that Allison can see the flush of pink high on his cheekbones and the honey brown of his eyes as they lazily drag from her mouth upwards. He’s close enough now that when he speaks, she can feel the puff of his breath against her lips and she licks them on instinct.
He’s close enough now that when her tongue wets her lips, Allison can see the way his eyes darken.
“Come inside with me,” she whispers, gently curling her fingers around his wrist.
Allison watches the line of his throat as he swallows, exhaling shakily before he manages to stammer, “Yeah. Yes, okay, that’s - after you.”
Amber Courage by night_reveals
After the pack defeats the Alphas, Boyd and Stiles lay low together.
“Dude, I’m long, I’m strong, and I’m down to get the friction on. Let’s go.”
Twizzlers and Doritos by stilinski_is_our_king
Alternative take on the scene where Boyd gives Stiles the keys to the ice rink. What if Boyd didn’t want the money?
These Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep by calrissian18 for Llama
His real father was a hero who’d died in the line of fire, pun and all intended there. Chris was a hunter who had trouble sticking to a Code that could fit on the back of a matchbook.
Watching You Series by fathomlessspite
You taste like the fourth of July by stilinski_is_our_king
In a way, he could have anticipated this. There were only a limited amount of ways to deal with living in a world that was so much wider than most people knew. Chris coped by being a hunter - Stiles did by being prey. “Alright,” he interrupted Stiles’ rambling, and the boy immediately stopped talking, brows furrowing in confusion. “Come with me.” He repeated his earlier words, and this time, Stiles nodded.
A Fever Moon by listedheart
Danny has only ever been human, and he’s pretty sure there’s meant to be some kind of rule, an unwritten moral code of the gay scene: you are not obligated to be every straight boy’s experiment, you should leave them to work through their confusion alone. The thing is, though, Danny is one of just two guys who are out and proud in the whole school. Beacon Hills is a small town.
Buoyancy by ethrosdemonforreal
It would be awesome if there were some way to get her to lay off on the topic, to be able to say “hey, look Gran, I’m not a total failure at human contact!” Ha, the easiest thing to do would be to find someone for just the next few weeks, but it’s not like you can just walk up to someone and -
The one where Stiles’s grandmother comes to town, Danny agrees to be Stiles’s fake boyfriend, Scott is annoyingly insightful, and there are vampires.
Don’t Care if I Never Get Back by HugeAlienPie
Which is how Stiles Stilinski, at age 18, becomes the first player in the history of major league baseball to be openly queer and in a same-sex relationship at the time of signing. The press writes tens of thousands of words about it and devotes hour upon hour of broadcast time to commentary and analysis. The San Francisco Board of Governors renames a couple blocks of a street in the Castro “Stilinski Way.” It’s a historic moment. Stiles doesn’t give a shit.
Stiles has difficulty giving a shit about most things these days. He’d worry about that–if he could find it in himself to give a shit. You see the difficulty.
Just a social construct by queerly_it_is
“I really was kidding,” Danny says. It’d be more of a put-down if it wasn’t said against Stiles’ mouth, if his hands weren’t on Stiles’ hips while Stiles just sort of twitches against the wall he’s being pressed into.
He mumbles back, “I really wasn’t,” trying to get Danny to use more tongue. Stiles is maybe already a little addicted to Danny’s tongue. It’s a problem.
Moonlight Under My Skin by tryslora
It feels weird, the way the moon pricks under his skin and calls the wolf out.
no need for nervousness (it’s just a little turbulence) by Slumber
In which Stiles is a conman for hire, Danny is the hacker of his dreams, and Argent Industries is their target.
Of Secrets And Confessions by Miya_Morana
Strange things are happening in Beacon Hills, but Danny refuses to let his brain go to Buffy-esque places, because he believes in science and reasonable explanations. When his friends are ready, they will tell him what’s going on with them, he knows that. Meanwhile, he realizes that Stiles might be more than meets the eye as they start to become friends.
When Danny’s cousins Chin and Kono arrive in Beacon Hills on a case, he’s eager to spend time with them and introduce them to his friends - especially Stiles. But then a body is found in Danny’s own back yard – literally – and he realises that 5-0’s case hits even closer to home than he first thought.
Working with Stiles, Danny must try and protect himself and the residents of Beacon Hills, while hiding the truth about his friends from his visitors. But, sometimes, the truth doesn’t want to stay hidden.
The Art On His Skin by slythatheart (series)
These beautiful upstagings of what we suffer by oftirnanog
Stiles goes away to Berkeley with Lydia, and it’s far enough from where Danny’s studying computer programming that his need to resolutely remind himself that Stiles is straight turns into an occasional need rather than a constant one. Out of sight, out of mind turns out to be a fairly accurate cliché.
Until Stiles comes home after his first year with a boyfriend. As in a male person that Stiles is dating. That Stiles kisses hello and good-bye. That Stiles curls into on the couch when they have a movie night and that Stiles laces his fingers with, casually and comfortably and in a way that makes something crack open in Danny’s chest.
Confessions of a Gangly Ganymede by ChuckleVoodoos
Stiles is used to werewolves gatecrashing his bedroom. He can handle that. What he’s not used to is a werewolf that uses the door.
Then There Was Rain by HowCleverOfYou for xinio
It’s been one week and four days since his father screwed up and took him to the same hospital one too many times. One week and four days since Nurse McCall pulled him aside and asked, “Is he hurting you?” and he said, “Yes,” for the first time.
Or, the one where Stiles is tech support and fixes more than just Isaac’s computer.
it fills my head up and gets louder by addandsubtract
Derek doesn’t kill him, but it takes three days for the bite to take.
Metamorphosis by ahab2692 (Read the tags)
It’s a thing born of hate and desperation.
Pool Halls and Video Games by hbrooks
Stiles is tired of sitting on the bench and being neglected by his best friend ever, Scott McCall. So he is surprised when none other than Jackson Whittemore offers to hang out. Unable to say no, Stiles discovers he likes Jackson a lot more than he thought he did.
You Complete(ly Irritate) Me by Rrrowr
Five times that it was hate sex and one time it wasn’t. Stiles is pretty sure that none of this is his fault.
maybe we could be the start of something by sleeponrooftops
It makes Stiles a little giddy that she’s this open with him, standing nude in his bathroom applying green cream to her face, her hair in a messy bun, her toothbrush sitting next to his.
People often assume that Scott loves Valentine’s Day, because it isn’t a word of a lie that he’s romantic and expressive, that making other people happy is his favorite thing in life.
All Good Things Are by evanelric
They remember when they first found each other, when Chris was twenty-two and well on his way to establishing his own life, and Peter was still stumbling, albeit gracefully, through high school. They learned, though, and cautiously left space for someone else to slot in with them. Nothing so overt as an empty place setting, but sometimes the space in their bed and on their wrists becomes a yawning chasm that threatens to swallow them whole until enough time passes that they can’t help but be inured to it.
That, of course, is when they wake up with a triple loop nestled in the middle of the spirals on their wrists as if it’s been there all along.
Countin’ verse by evanelric
It’s Bad Enough We Get Along by Febricant, MarieLikesToDraw (with a side of Derek/Stiles)
“Why won’t you stop pushing?” Chris demands, chest almost flush with his.
“A fatal flaw in my character,” Peter forces out, reveling in the harsh pull of breath past Chris’ grip.
