Stiles: “Being in a polyamorous was a mistake, now there is a group of people complementing me till I turn into a blushing mess. Meanies, the lot of them.”

boyd: [points at stiles] derek, you left us in the hands of HIM! [to stiles] No offense.

stiles: No, I’m with you.

moodboard: boyd x stiles

for @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more - Boyd/Stiles

to thaw a heart

Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Vernon Boyd/Stiles Stilinski | Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd | Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Pining, Crushes, Ice Skating, Getting Together, First Kiss

“Sure, laugh it up, big guy,” he glowered, clutching the side of the rink even tighter when he almost fell over. “I’m sure you’ll still be laughing when you have to call my dad to report my dead body.” “You’re not going to die,” Boyd assured him, only he didn’t feel very assured. He didn’t feel assured at all.

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In The Stacks

for @sunflowerqueen for the Stiles Shipping Central discord server's monthly ficlet exchange, the prompt for which was "libraries/bookstores"! this one probably only qualifies as pre-slash 😅 but i hope it satisfies anyway, haha | Stoyd | 1.5k | Gen | Libraries | Pre-Slash | Anxiety | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | (also on AO3)

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Stiles didn’t go to the library very often. It was a quiet place, and Stiles was not a quiet person. He was also more adept at internet searches than he was at navigating the Dewey Decimal System, and he didn’t have the patience for poring through book after book after book looking for something that he could’ve just control+F searched for if it had been digital.

But sometimes, unfortunately, professors wanted you to prove you actually knew how to read. Thus, here Stiles was, entering the Beacon Hills Community College library for the first time, seven months into his journey of higher education. He’d been hoping to hold out the whole first year, just for kicks. He tried not to resent his Violence and Social Conflict in American History professor for requiring he break his streak and began scanning the stacks for whatever arbitrary shelf number corresponded with social conflict.

He’d found naturalism and related systems, Aristotelian philosophy, and general statistics of Europe when something drew him up short. The shelves weren’t exactly packed full—it was mid-afternoon on a Friday, the sun was shining, and the library was nobody’s first choice in those circumstances—but Stiles had passed his fair share of other students so far, none of the slightest bit familiar. But here, in the public finances aisle, was a very familiar face.

Stiles had entirely forgotten that Boyd went to this school too. He hadn’t seen him on campus all year. He’d barely seen him anywhere else either, only in passing when Scott was back in town from UC Davis and needed to do werewolf stuff, tucked into the backseat of Derek’s car or hovering impatiently at the edge of the woods. As much as Stiles had tried—and he'd really tried—he had never managed to get Boyd to look at him twice, much less be friends with him.

Him and Scott. Stiles had wanted Boyd to be friends with them, not just him. To be part of the pack and stuff. Hadn’t Boyd gotten the bite so he could have friends? Stiles had offered to be that friend! Collectively, with other people!

The specifics weren’t important. Obviously, it hadn’t worked.

Stiles was just opening his mouth to comment on how unlikely and fortuitous it was for them to run into each other like this and maybe it was a sign that they should try the whole “friend” thing again when he heard the wheezing. He stopped to actually take in what he was seeing.

Boyd had folded his considerable height onto the floor. His back was pressed up against the lowest shelf, head tipped back into a space absent of books, eyes closed tightly. His hands were clenched into fists on his knees. His breathing was strained enough for Stiles to hear it from the end of the row, sounding tight and pained and also, unfortunately, familiar.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Boyd’s eyes snapped open, flashing yellow. Stiles glanced around hastily to make sure there was no one to see, but this particular patch of the library was blessedly empty. By the time he looked back, Boyd’s eyes were brown again and his face was slack with relief.

“Stiles,” he said. “What are you—”

He didn’t finish the question, distracted by the need to breathe. Stiles approached with caution. Not because he thought Boyd might lose control or hurt him, but because he’d had panic and anxiety attacks than he could shake a stick at and company didn’t always help the situation.

He half-expected Boyd to snap at him. That’s what he’d done most of the time in high school, whenever Stiles had tried to ingratiate himself. He’d gotten a little more chill about it over the course of senior year, even going so far as to tolerate Stiles’ presence at the same lunch table, but Stiles’ presence had never been his favorite thing.

He didn’t snap this time. In fact, the closer Stiles got to him, the less tense he seemed to become. The fists on his knees loosened to reveal splotches of red where his hidden claws had dug into his palms, cuts already healed. His shoulders slumped, bit by bit, from where they’d been hiked up around his ears. He wasn’t wheezing anymore.

Gingerly, Stiles eased himself to the floor, leaving a good few inches between them. Somehow, against every natural inclination, he managed to not say anything. He just pulled a random book off the shelf across from him and started skimming.

It was a few minutes before Boyd shifted beside him. “What are you doing here, Stilinski?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Stiles shrugged. “I go here too.”

He wasn’t looking, but he was almost certain Boyd rolled his eyes. “Not on campus. I mean…”

Stiles shrugged again, his nonchalance a little less genuine this time. He didn’t look up from his book. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I can leave, if you want.”

He waited for Boyd to tell him to fuck off. He’d skimmed another four pages before he realized that he wasn’t going to. Tentatively, Stiles glanced over at him. He found Boyd already looking at him, a frown on his face that, for once, didn’t look annoyed.

“I hate living on campus,” Boyd told him, unprompted. “There’s too many people. Too many strangers.” He looked away, a muscle in his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth. “Apparently, being kidnapped twice gives you trust issues where strangers are concerned.”

Stiles couldn’t stop a snort from escaping. “Yeah, go figure. I’m not great at making new friends either. And I only got kidnapped the once.”

The huff of breath that Boyd let out, just short of a laugh, should not have made Stiles feel as accomplished as it did. In his defense, he had been trying to make Boyd laugh for literal years. When Boyd turned his face back, he was smiling. Just barely, but it was there. That felt even better.

“I was gonna get food,” he heard himself say. “I mean, I was gonna find some books, and then I was gonna get food, afterwards. If you maybe wanted to— I mean, you don’t have to, it’s fine, I just thought maybe—”

“Okay.”

Stiles blinked at him. “Wait, really? Like, actually? You’ve never been willing to be seen with me in public before. Or tolerated my presence out of either.”

Boyd definitely rolled his eyes this time, but the little smile stayed. He levered himself off the ground and said, “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Stiles saw, though, the way that he looked over his shoulder, eyes roving the stacks like he couldn’t help it. Still searching for threats. He also saw the flare of Boyd’s nostrils as he breathed in and the way his eyes were drawn back to Stiles. Empathy wasn’t Stiles’ strongest suit, and he’d never been accused of being particularly perceptive where other people’s feelings were concerned, but Stiles was almost certain of three things in that moment: firstly, that Boyd did not want to be alone right now and was choosing to allow Stiles to keep him company; secondly, that Boyd was deliberately seeking out his scent and getting comfort from it; and thirdly, that, friends or not, Boyd trusted him.

When Boyd held out a hand, Stiles took it and let himself be pulled off the floor with an ease that was, and had always been, downright distracting. Equally distracting was the knowledge that it would’ve been just that easy even without the werewolf strength—what did Boyd need werewolfiness for when he had biceps like that?

Stiles patted the bicep in question, which Boyd allowed with an unusual amount of patience, and said, “Books! Then food! I gotta find some books.”

He looked around them. They were, in fact, surrounded by books. So many books. Why did libraries have to have so many fucking books? How was anybody supposed to find anything in this place? He said as much out loud and, wonder of all wonders, Boyd laughed. A real one this time, complete with vocalization and dimples and everything. Fuck.

Boyd took pity on him, possibly mistaking his dazedness for simple library-related overwhelm. “What are you looking for? Unlike you, I actually know how to navigate a library like a normal person.”

Stiles told him, and Boyd led the way through the shelves with a confidence that was as attractive as everything else about him. He helped Stiles carry the dozen books he decided he needed down to check-out. He even let Stiles talk about them over lunch, something like fondness hanging around the upturned corner of his mouth, without a single complaint.

Maybe it was just gratitude for Stiles sitting with him, but that was okay. It was progress from where they’d started, and as Stiles drove Boyd back to his dorm, he thought that maybe he would be seeing that familiar face a little more often from now on.

In the spirit of writing more and second-guessing myself less, I am starting this series that combines some of my favorite stuff: Stiles being shipped with everyone (usually as a bottom/sub), muscle growth, strength kink, and more stuff related to that like body hair, musk, omegaverse AU, and muscle worship.

My self-imposed rules for this collection are:

100 to 500 words

No beta, we die like mne

Post as soon as possible

Write in one go

No wrong choices, only bold ones

I will try to pair Stiles with as many men as possible, even ones outside Teen Wolf. We'll see how it goes!

"I lost focus and had a consensual Work Place relationship"

"So how much are spending on our first date?"

My sweet friends, I shall be needing prompts. @teenwerewoofs is giving me a nudge and I would like to stretch my writing fingers again.

Steter, stetopher, stallion, stoyd, voiles...

Just shoot. I make the promise to try and write, we'll see how it goes

I'll look for prompts lists when it's not past my bedtime. For now, feel free to fill my inbox.

Smooches 😘😘😘

Can-Do | Stoyd | Rated E | 1000 words

“Relax,” Boyd mumbled.

“I am relaxed!” Stiles snapped over his shoulder.

 Boyd rubbed his fingers against Stiles’s firmly clenched asshole and didn’t look up at his face as he said, “You’re really not.”

Stiles flushed. “Well, stop making eye contact with it!” He rolled over, clutching his knees in front of himself. “You’re making it nervous!”

Though his expression barely moved, Boyd’s stare managed to convey so many things: ‘You’re being unreasonable,’ ‘This was a terrible idea,’ ‘Why are you talking about your own asshole in the third person?’

Stiles jabbed a finger at him. “Mr. Monosyllabic doesn’t get to judge my grammatical choices!”

“What?”

 He grabbed the lube off the bed, more for something to do with his hands than any specific plans he had for it. “Look, I say we just load up on this stuff and go for it!” Stiles declared, brandishing the bottle between them. “You’re making it all way too complicated. It’s really not that big a deal.”

 Boyd blinked at him. He looked down at his dick which was, in fact, a big deal. Annoyingly big. “That’s not gonna work.”

But Stiles had already made up his mind. “C’mon, what’s with the can-don’t attitude? Is this what Derek teaches you in wolfy school? Quitting?” He plucked the condom off the bed and pressed it into Boyd’s hand. “Let’s go! Your dick, my ass. It’s showtime.”

Read the rest on AO3

stoyd, "hold on!" "to what?! your tits?"

It’s a mission impossible situation. Stiles and Boyd were cornered, but now they have their chance at freedom! All it took was to tie their shirts together to be able to swing to the other side.

But Boyd is holding their rope, and he needs Stiles to hold onto him~

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[Send me a Teen Wolf ship and a line you imagine them using, and I’ll write up what I think the circumstances are]

I *need* 2022 Stiles-centric rare-pair fics like I *need blood to live.*

Jokes aside, it would be awesome if you could provide me a nice list :) (and join me in rare pair hell 😈😈😈).

Thank you!

Yup!

Mistletoe is overrated Anyway......... by Ififall_TeamCruz

(1/? I 314 I Teen I Stoyd)

Stiles singlehandedly tries to throw Boyd into the Christmas spirit!

Twinkly Eyed Typo by Ififall_TeamCruz

(1/? I 416 I Teen I Stiles/Napoleon Dynamite)

In the midst of a Twitter sub competition. Napoleon is a busy man slash Teen.

One, he has to defeat his Uncle Rico who has taken over his social media accounts.

Number Two, he needs kick ass moves, drawing and seductive lines to get Stiles Stilinski to go on one date.

Just one.

Stupid by TheOriginalSinner888

(1/1 I 1,822 I Explicit I Stiles/Allison)

Stiles and Allison are both in the same boat after Scott kisses Lydia.

(I could) love you with my eyes closed by Rakshasha 

(1/1 I 3,774 I Teen I Stiles/Bret)

Stiles is so damn flabbergasted his mind might be as good as gone, and his voice so thin it might be just as well. “What…?”

Brett rolls his eyes. “You’ve taken me to your prom and didn’t even grace me with a dance. What do you think, pretty boy?” His smirk curls dangerously in one corner, the slant of it waking a lick of pure heat in Stiles’ belly — then he cocks his head, hand stretched out a little closer. “C’mon, Stiles, no one’s here to see.”

Which should be encouraging but it really, really isn’t.

Poison and Power by xcaellachx

(9/9 I 30,228 I Mature I Stiles/Deucalion)

Stiles is being horribly abused by his father. Peter comes back to town after being gone several years and wonders what happened to the goofy, loving boy who used to be part of the pack. He finds Stiles and is horrified. He calls in a group of alphas who could help Stiles get away. Deucalion is shocked to meet Stiles and they change each other's lives for good.

things i do for my pack by damasc

(6/? I 46,806 I Explicit I Sterica)

its been one month after Erica and Boyd have run away stiles and Derek's pack have been searching for them only to have stiles be kidnapped as well

Always With You by Slayer_of_Destiny 

(8/8 I 47,398 I Mature I Stiles/Harry Potter)

Harry and Stiles have been friends since they were children, starting as pen pals Stiles' inclusion in his life changes Harry's path in life. After defeating Voldemort Harry grows concerned when he has not heard from his friend. He makes the journey to Beacon Hills and finds his friend in a bad way. While nursing him to health, the two explore more than friendship between them.

The Sticking Place by Escalus

(36/36 I 147,954 I Mature I Stackson)

McCall pack is happy and healthy. Jackson has graduated high school, he's mended his relationship with his parents, he's more than content with the bond he has with his alpha, he has a wonderful sister, he has friends, and, above all, he has a wonderful boyfriend in Stiles. He wants to enjoy what he has for as long as he can. But the horrific designs of the Dread Doctors and the nefarious schemes of Theo Raeken might destroy everything he's worked so hard to achieve.

Sterek kink/bdsm club fic

*** wanna write this but could use some help cuz I’d like 30+ ish chapters. Lmk if you’re interested must be 18+ to participate. Supernaturals & pack dynamics exist but supernaturals aren’t known outside of other supernaturals (they all got a spidey sense for it) , Derek is led to supernatural club by his mentor. Stiles and lydia are co owners of said club. All characters will be 21+***

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Scott McCall , Jackson Whittemore, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin, Issac lanhey, Allison argent , Cora hale, Jordan Parrish, Malia Hale ,Ethan and Aiden Steiner, Braeden (teenwolf)

Main Ships: Sterek(stilesxderek),Berica(boydxerica) , scissac(scottxissac), jethan(Jacksonxethan), malira(maliaxkira), allisaac(Allison x issac), Jordan x Lydia x Aiden(Aydia, marrish, & SOME Jordan x Aiden)

Secondary ships: sterica & stoyd, some derica, some doyd, jydia(cool with each other but past), Malydira(after jydia breakup), (romantic but taking it very slow because they’re new to men but find each other attractive- will cuddle or occasional kiss)Jordan x Aiden, Cora x Isaac (practices flirting with each other 24/7 but 100% platonic lol ), Cora x og female character(romantic)&(ace!Cora likes nude photos cuz she thinks their neat) , mentions of some scallison (cool with each other but past cuz of different views on wanting kids so they aren’t together BUT both really like issac & think he deserves nice things and date him separately)

Main tags:canon-divergent, magical emissary!stiles, Alpha!Derek, Beta! Erica, Boyd, Issac, Cora, Scott, Allison, Aiden , Ethan, Were coyote!Malia, Kanima! Jackson, kitsune!Kira, Mentor/mistress! Braeden (still working on the tags)

***Prequel***- In beacon hills everyone knew everyone and Derek was tired of it. He’s known for a long time now that he’s bi but he’s always wanted to explore his kinks further or attend some kink or bdsm clubs to see what they could offer him. But being from such a small town everyone’s business is a little too intertwined. He knew he had to leave town if he ever wanted to explore this side of himself. So he joined a site for likeminded individuals who wanted to explore their kinks. He didn’t want to go into this blindly so he knew he had to get educated by someone before stepping into this lifestyle. He talked to many people but eventually he ended up becoming friends with a certified mistress,kink educator, and club event coordinator named Braeden. She explained all the ins and out and do’s and don’t to Derek and explained to him that what he might be looking for is a dom/domme. Knowing that he wouldn’t find a dom and maintain his privacy in beacon hills he had asked her about other places he could go outside of cali. After confirming if he was willing to move to explore his kinks. She recommended a some popular locations. But there was one place in particular stuck out to Derek. She told him that there was a lot of options in New York rumored to have some of the best places to vet for a genuine dom. If he was gonna be serious about this lifestyle and invest his time and energy Derek knew he needed to find a job in the same state even if it wasn’t super close to the clubs & that was fine he didn’t need anyone following him home. Working up the nerve to actually move all the way to New York he started applying to jobs that he could put his auto mechanics degree to good use. At the same time filling in braeden that the next few weeks to some months could be a bit hectic on him so he might not be as consistent in messaging. She understood that moves can be messy and helped him find a moving company for his stuff. But he took the time to clean up any loose ends in beacon hills. Soon he found a place and was getting call backs for jobs. After everything was secured, movers moved the last of his things and he was more settled into his new apartment he filled braeden in on his last few weeks. After adjusting a bit more to his new space he called up braeden. He knew there were special ways to get into some club. So he hired braeden as his mistress for the weekend . He invited her over to his home and she gave him a quick rundown of what to expect, rules, and makings of a safe word.

She had told him that there was a club named hourglass that she’d like to take him to but he had to be led in by collar and leash so it’s known that she’d be in charge of him and making decisions about his safety physically and emotionally for the night . He excitedly nods but he knows she always needs a verbal agreement.

“Yes mistress I’d love to see the club you want to take me to, I don’t mind the leash” he said a little breathless.

“Good, I can lead you there but I have some friends that attend events or work there that could potentially point you in a better direction. You’ve been interested in exploring more with men, if you want to chat with specific people you should always come to me first to check if they’re ok to talk to. Some people have limits for themselves or their partners. If anyone piques your interest you can always let me know and play but participating isn’t mandatory if you don’t feel like in getting in anything tonight you don’t have to. If you’re uneasy you can always come find me I’ll be near and keeping a eye out but I want to you have a more organic experience . And last thing most people understand traffic light rules but remember SSC, RACK, and always remember to have a safe word if you plan to participate. And if none of my friends can provide it for you themselves. I’ll always take care of you.” She sends back a flirty wink.

“I.. I don’t know what to wear” he explained.

“That’s alright sweetheart I think I something perfect for you” she grinned. She opens the bag she walked in with.

You sure you aren’t psychic?” He asks. She laughs “no I just know you’re a newbie.

She pulls out a long sleeve mesh shirt, tiny leather shorts that would barley hold anything, and a slim black leash attached to a soft collar with a spiral on it looked like a piece of the tattoo on his back.

“I let the club owners and staff know I’m bringing you today so if they see a tall, tan, and handsome man with a spiral collar just to keep and eye out in case there’s an emergency and I’m not near.” She explained. “ now get dressed and let’s get going” she handed over the bag.

“Are you changing too?”Derek asked curiously.

“Yes sweetheart I’m already dressed under this” she emphasized by picking up the edge of her shirt.

“Yes sweetheart I’m already dressed under this” she emphasized by picking up the edge of her shirt.

Additional possible tags: established friendships and relationships for the most part, polyamory, partner switching, smut with plot, supernatural kink club, primal dom, primal sub, cuckolding, switch/verse ,asphyxiation, ropeplay, blood play, knife play, vampirism, Voyeurism, spanking, feet, handcuffs, blindfolds, role play, Olfactophilia, Navel fetishism, Odaxelagnia, Narratophilia, Pygophilia, Omorashi, Pedal pumping, Salirophilia, Troilism, Wet and messy fetishism, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Feederism, Transvestic fetishism, Toxophilia, Lactophilia, Liquidophilia, Maiesiophilia, Maschalagnia, Mazophilia, Pictophilia, Kleptophilia, Algolagnia, Heterophilia, Hoplophilia, Hybristophilia, etc.(a lot honestly lol)

boyd: stilinski, we have talked about this. You are not supposed to give people advice! Now couldn’t you just have made some sort of inappropriate joke?

stiles: I did! A penis one!

“It’s always been you” Boyd/Stiles

hold on, to me, my dearest beloved

Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Vernon Boyd/Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski | Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes | Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship

Boyd and Erica were still hung up from that godforsaken support beam. His eyes barely took in what he was seeing as he skipped over their frames. They looked the same as they had when Stiles had finally been dragged away to act as some sort of twisted message. And that… that meant… “Oh thank God,” he breathed, rushing forward once it had set in that they were still alive.

What I’m currently reading:

A Heart of Darkness by tasteofpomegranate

Sterek but also has mentions of Sterica and Stoyd

Word found: 56761 chapters 12/12

(Trigger warning: mentions of Rape and Abuse)

Summary:

After being possessed by the Shadow - that everyone else calls the Nogitsune, which isn’t exactly wrong - Stiles is no longer able to repress her own desires to spread darkness, fear, and death. She spent her entire life keeping these urges in check, despite there being so many people she wanted to kill, but the Nogitsune showed her the joy of it and she can’t not have that rush anymore.

The Shadow had left her with a gift; an imprint of its thousand years of knowledge. And with it, Stiles can see a path towards obtaining power. Power that will let her indulge in her darkest fantasies without reprisal.

The only downside are the people that she loves; Derek, her Dad, Scott, and the Pack. She’d never hurt them, but knows it’s only a matter of time until they figure out what she’s doing (except for her Dad, who already knows). She needs the pack’s help to acquire her power, and the odds of them helping are low enough without them knowing what she is.

But Erica and Boyd have been kidnapped, and Stiles can’t stand by and do nothing while two of the few people she actually cares about are in danger. It may cost her the love of the pack, but she’ll do anything to keep them safe. Even if they end up hating her.

"I lost focus and had consensual work place relationship"