Type: het, slash
Word Count: ~28400
Rating: Mature (NC-17)
Characters/Pairings: Stiles/OFC, Derek/Stiles; Scott, Isaac, and Lydia appear.
Warnings dubious consent associated with a sex demon, description of a panic attack.
"What would be ideal, really, is a bait service for people fighting supernatural creatures. Some sort of temp agency, with people who are willing to risk life and limb to help the defenders of good and right. It would be a pretty sweet job, all things told. All the bait-person would have to do is look like a delicious source of life energy. The bad guy comes over, says hi, goes in for the drain, and then bam! Dead monster, wreaths of glory, and a paycheck. Also mortal terror, okay, Stiles understands that no one is a fan of that, but he's pretty sure people would get a kick out of being so useful in the war against the fucking night. Stiles would apply for that job. Hell, he’d take the job at hand, even if it meant dressing up like a girl. Which-- actually. That's not the worst idea, is it?"
(Or: Stiles dates a sex demon. Derek doesn't approve. It all goes about as well as expected.)
Link to fic master post: AO3.
Link to art master post: AO3