Teen Wolf underage hookerfic: Sell Your Body to the Night
At long last!
Many thanks to Lynnmonster for beta, to oaknfell for advice on San Francisco which I have nonetheless probably managed to mess up in inventive ways, to Rubynye for cheering this on, and to everyone who's been encouraging this for the last two and a half years (TWO AND A HALF YEARS YOU GUYS), especially my local Nanowrimo contingent who were blithely accepting of the person writing pornographic Teen Wolf fic in their midst.
The Sexual Assault tag/warning is for a specific (not Derek/Stiles) incident in Chapter 5. A more detailed description is in the end notes. (That said, Stiles is 16 and Derek is 21-22, which means every single sex act in this story both on-screen and off is statutory rape and consent is problematic in an overarching way throughout, but all the actual sex on-screen between Derek and Stiles is had with Stiles's affirmative, if fiscally negotiated, consent.)
Story title is of course from "Roxanne." Punkin Chunkin is available on YouTube and should be a part of everyone's Thanksgiving traditions, and track #8 on My Chemical Romance's first album is called "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville." This story takes place before Season 1 of Teen Wolf in a somewhat calendrically confused mashup of 2010 and 2011, but at least there is only one full moon every 29 days.
Oh God, you guys, it's finished. o.O
Sell Your Body to the Night (121553 words) by Dira Sudis
Chapters: 15/15
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Sexual Assault, Car Sex, Barebacking, Comeplay, Fisting, Watersports, Scent Marking, Secrets
Summary:
"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."
"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."
This entry was originally posted at http://dira.dreamwidth.org/702012.html. There are currently
comments there.
Many thanks to Lynnmonster for beta, to oaknfell for advice on San Francisco which I have nonetheless probably managed to mess up in inventive ways, to Rubynye for cheering this on, and to everyone who's been encouraging this for the last two and a half years (TWO AND A HALF YEARS YOU GUYS), especially my local Nanowrimo contingent who were blithely accepting of the person writing pornographic Teen Wolf fic in their midst.
The Sexual Assault tag/warning is for a specific (not Derek/Stiles) incident in Chapter 5. A more detailed description is in the end notes. (That said, Stiles is 16 and Derek is 21-22, which means every single sex act in this story both on-screen and off is statutory rape and consent is problematic in an overarching way throughout, but all the actual sex on-screen between Derek and Stiles is had with Stiles's affirmative, if fiscally negotiated, consent.)
Story title is of course from "Roxanne." Punkin Chunkin is available on YouTube and should be a part of everyone's Thanksgiving traditions, and track #8 on My Chemical Romance's first album is called "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville." This story takes place before Season 1 of Teen Wolf in a somewhat calendrically confused mashup of 2010 and 2011, but at least there is only one full moon every 29 days.
Oh God, you guys, it's finished. o.O
Sell Your Body to the Night (121553 words) by Dira Sudis
Chapters: 15/15
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Sexual Assault, Car Sex, Barebacking, Comeplay, Fisting, Watersports, Scent Marking, Secrets
Summary:
"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."
"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."
This entry was originally posted at http://dira.dreamwidth.org/702012.html. There are currently
comments there.