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Coffee Shop AU with a healthy dose of cute cliches and so much fail. Pretty much all of the fail.
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04 Feb 2016
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Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.
Note: Bestiality warning is because the version of sphinx here is lion-shaped from waist down, and I don't know how else to tag that.
2/10/16: Added one PWP chapter.
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22 Dec 2015
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Twenty-eight year old federal agent Derek Hale has been out of the family for some time, and he likes it that way. After six years of no contact with Laura, everything changes when Derek is sent back to Beacon Hills to infiltrate his old family.
And that’s how Derek meets Stiles.
Stiles is Peter’s favorite dancer. He’s Peter’s arm candy. He’s his little trophy to flaunt. The son of the one man who almost put Peter away–a cautionary tale for people to heed when thinking about going against Peter. Everyone knows the Sheriff is still in the hospital, his wife in a grave, his son in the devil’s den.
Derek doesn’t buy into it for a second. There is a way Stiles looks at Peter, like he’s the scum of the earth–like he’s a piece of gum stuck on his shoe that he can’t wait to scrape off. There is the way Stiles only lets Peter touch him for so long before he pulls away.
Derek knows that Stiles is there for ulterior motives, but Stiles is smarter than he looks. He’s more determined. If only Derek could get Stiles on his side.
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19 Dec 2015
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He met Chris in a chat-room for people who enjoyed pet play. It was fine. It was excellent even. He loved how the man gave him orders, how he called him a ‘good boy’ or a ‘puppy’. Soon enough they started skyping, and Stiles jerked off so many times that he thought his dick would fall off.
When Chris invited him - after months of playing online almost every day - to come and have a taste of the real thing, he was idiotic enough to agree.
He told his dad that he was going back to college a week earlier after the summer break and then drove to the little town where Chris said he lived.
Nobody knew where he was.
Chris was loaded, apparently selling guns payed well, and had all the equipment Stiles could only fantasize of; supple leather collars and mittens shaped like dog paws, nice, high quality plugs with silky, curling puppy tails… The whole nine yard.
Chris had a real dog too - Peter, a wolfdog hybrid. The animal was huge and black, but he seemed to like Stiles well enough. Soon they were both eating from their respective bowls on the floor.
It had been the kinkiest, best week of Stiles life. Until it ended.
Well, more like until it didn’t end.
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- Part 7 of Tumblr prompts
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21 Nov 2015