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This is my collection of unconnected ficlets for the prompts I got on tumblr. They will mostly be Peter/Stiles and Alan/Stiles, but a few ot3 might appear too.
This will always be marked as 'complete' but I will add more chapters as I write them.Series
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“Come in,” the vet said from where he was sitting at his desk. It was already past closing time, but he’d told Stiles that he usually stayed late to catch up on paperwork.
“Hey, doc! I hope you don’t mind…” he said, stepping in.
“Stiles, of course not. Make yourself comfortable,” Deaton said, barely even looking up.
There was a small couch with a little coffee table in front of it in one of the corners, and that’s where he set up camp; setting up his laptop and cracking his knuckles before getting to work. Deaton didn’t talk to him, but just the knowledge that there was another person around helped.
It was around ten that the vet finally got up from his desk.
“Tea?”
ETA: Second chapter added!
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- Part 2 of Tumblr prompts
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I've written this for a tumblr prompt from preslai182:
Hey, if you’re still taking Steter prompts could you maybe do one where Peter and Stiles are like bitching about wedding arrangements for Scott’s wedding and at the end of it Peter proposes to Stiles. But he’d been planning it for awhile? And Stiles never thought he would? Something like that would be great! :D
I liked this so much, that I decided to post it here too.
Also, this is tragically unbetaed.Series
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Stiles wasn’t really nervous about the negotiations with the Hale pack, not until he stepped into the living room of the large house the Hales rented in the preserve for the occasion.
But as soon as he did, he promptly tripped over a rug, crashed into a small side-table and broke the vase filled with dried flowers that was sitting on it. The only reason he didn’t break his nose too was that Scott managed to catch him in time before he face-planted. Thank god for werewolf reflexes.
The Hale alpha didn’t comment on him destroying rented property, just raised a delicate eyebrow.
It was a very talkative eyebrow, it said ‘what is this imbecile doing here? who allowed him into my majestic presence?’ or at least that was the vibe Stiles was getting. He straightened with as little flailing as he could and excused himself, only realizing that he’ve just told everyone that ‘sorry I forgot my frog under the shovel’ when he was already panting for breath on the front porch.
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“I can’t believe this…” Stiles moaned, as Scott helped him up to the examination table at Deaton’s.
Lydia huffed out an annoyed breath, skimming though a large tome in the corner - already searching for a solution for their newest crisis.
“I get laid once, and it has to be an incubus.”
Scott patted his back. The others were still chasing the creature all over Beacon Hills.
“At least he liked you?” Scott said tentatively, making Stiles roll his eyes.
“Well, it’s true,” Deaton put in from where he was reading a leather bound journal. “If he didn’t, he would have killed you during intercourse, instead of trying to turn you.”
Right, because apparently incubi turned people by having sex with them, and then letting their come slowly turn said humans from the inside out.
“You should have used protection,” Lydia said from the corner. Of course, she was right. Except apparently she had no idea how persuasive an incubus could be. The worst part was that Stiles barely even remembered himself.
“Yeah well, no sense crying over spilled… whatever.”
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Anonymous asked:
You are a gem! Your recent figging was gorgeous. Maybe something in a similar vein, with hole-focused humiliation? Like asshole spanking. Or immobilizing restraints/stocks where he's displayed for penetration with random implements. Or he's put in a position where he gapes open & air is forced in, resulting in uncontrollable noises. Or he's made to impale himself on a series of bizarre objects. Or Alan & Peter have a detached conversation about his performance while he endures any of the above?
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Anonymous said:You seem to be into gaping, so how about Alan/Peter methodically destroying Stiles’ hole, making it permanently swollen like a pair of pussy lips, and so loose they can fit 3 fingers there with no prep? :3
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Anonymous said: Ok I’ll bite: Stiles’ ass became so stretched out that to feel anything Peter has to either fist the kid and basically jerk off inside of him… or just stick a fleshlight inside and then fuck it. Bonus 1: the fleshlight doubles as a plug that Stiles has to wear all time, bonus 2: the design is something terribly humiliating, like an animal pussy (yeah, those exist). xo <3Series
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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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Sequel to Good Girl, or Stiles' life as a breeding bitch.
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Stiles did as he was told.
He had to. It wasn’t just the fact that he literally couldn’t empty his bowels without Deaton’s help either.
He didn’t understand what happened that night in the basement, but something in him broke and whenever Deaton or Peter made demands, he was powerless to stop himself from obeying.
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Stiles and Peter had been together for five whole years. It was a good five years as far as Stiles was concerned, he enjoyed every minute of it. (Yeah, no. Who was he kidding? Sometimes they were about one and a half second away from strangling each other, but well. It was still mostly good.)
Their anniversary was fast approaching. Usually they didn’t make a big deal about these things. But lately everyone - who still talked to him after he got together with Peter - was asking him about what he would get for the werewolf because apparently, it was a 'milestone'.
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“Uh-oh,” Sitles said, looking at the men around him.
This was pretty bad. And he had a feeling that in a few seconds it will get worse.
The only good thing was that the fairies just wanted to hinder them, and not actually do damage. Really, it was kind of an honor that the sparkly little fuckers though that their little group of strategists - meaning Chris, Peter, Dr Deaton and Stiles himself - was the real danger, instead of the others who were actually out to stop them.
And the other good thing was that Lydia had already left, because when the fairy that appeared in the middle of Peter’s apartment said that ‘they would all be itching to dip their dick in the next pussy they see’ it probably thought about her.
And well. That pretty fucking specific wording was bad news for Stiles.
Also, who knew that fairies had such dirty mouths?
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John packed up in his new office and sent a text to Stiles to signal that he was heading home. He hoped that the kid would be in a better mood than yesterday. They had been having a hard few days.
Well, it was understandable. Midterms were coming up and Stiles was studying like crazy - even though he only took online classes and only had to actually go to the college a few times a month, it was still stressing him out.
Stress was a thing that Stiles definitely didn’t need.
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The one where Stiles and John have a 24/7 consensual D/s relationship
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John took a glass of milk up to Stiles’ room whenever they were both home for the night. It was a tradition born years before, and even though his boy could take care of himself perfectly by know, they never wanted to break it.
Stiles was sitting in his computer chair, clicking out of the window he was watching as soon as his father came in - John acted like he didn’t notice, trying to hide a smile.
“Hey, kiddo. Will you be up late?” he asked, placing the glass near Stiles’ laptop, in easy reach.
“Nope. I wanted to go on a raid with Scott, but he has a date, so… Actually, I’m pretty beat,” the boy said, stretching his long arms above his head before taking a large gulp of milk.
John watched him in amusement.
“Alright then, sweet dreams,” he said, stepping up to his boy and planting a kiss on his forehead. Stiles scrunched up his nose, but John knew it was just for show.
“Yeah, yeah. You too, pops!”
John closed the door after himself, checking his watch.
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Stiles couldn’t remember what happened. He knew that he was walking back to the dorms pretty late - or early, depending on how you looked at it - and that a car stopped by him… He thought that there was a blond guy by the wheel and… he asked for directions? Seriously it was a the oldest trick in the book, and somehow he still fell for it.
It was hard to open his eyes. Was he drugged?
When he finally managed to pry them open, his vision was blurry for a few minutes before it cleared enough to make sense of what he was seeing. He was on his back, looking up at a… mobile? It was the kind they put above cribs and it had funny looking whales and sharks on it.
Stiles got a bit dizzy as it rotate slowly, playing some kind of lullaby.
What the fuck was going on?
ETA: CHAPTER THREE ADDED!
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Of course, nobody told them that being a True Alpha was decidedly different from being a regular Alpha. Stiles had no idea if Derek and Peter knew and just ‘forgot’ to mention it, but about a month after everything with the Darach and Deucalion was resolved and he had to rush a feverish Scott to Deaton he had no clue what he was getting into.
Doctor Deaton just took a glance at Scott, and said,
“Oh.”
That wasn’t ominous. At all.
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Stiles came back two days later, after closing.
Alan managed to hide his satisfaction, but just barely.
“What can I help you with?” he asked, taking in the boy’s defeated stance and flushed face. Oh, this was going to be gold.
“I…” Stiles was already tearing up, and they haven’t even done anything. Very good.
Alan arched an eyebrow in question, schooling his features into calmness.
“I-I have trouble… in the bathroom,” Stiles managed finally, looking at anything but him.
Oh, the poor, poor thing.
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Stiles knew how omegas were made. He also knew that a long, long time ago they were born among werewolves naturally, but - unfortunately for him - that wasn’t the case anymore.
Nowadays, omegas were the sacrifices of the human compounds; the price of the weres’ protection. Nobody liked it, nobody wished it on their own, but it was the deal.
Humans outside of the compounds didn’t last long. He heard rumors of a few villages here and there, but with the constant raids of feral weres, he was sure they didn’t last long and even if they did, the price of survival had to be a lot more in casualties than a few kids every couple of years.
The Alphas chose, of course - a larger pack could have five or more of them - and they chose their future omegas carefully, as the only ones who could procreate. The betas, although numerous were infertile; a lot of them formed pairs, but they were barely more than foot soldiers and caretakers of the littles of their pack. And the littles came from the omegas.
SECOND CHAPTER ADDED!
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It all started after Allison’s death. Chris knew that it was wrong, that he shouldn’t even think about it, but… Something in him broke, and there was no going back to things as they were before. Nothing could bring his daughter back, and nothing could mend the things that went wrong with his head.
He wasn’t crazy though, oh no. If he wanted to do this, he knew that he had to do it right. So, yes. He left America and went to France, to the large manor in the Alps, surrounded by hills and endless woods as far as the eyes could see. The Argent family was rich. Even the gun dealing business was more like a cover for hunting, than a means to make money - they had more than enough of that, and now it was time to use it.
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Anonymous asked:
Steter for video, sugar, daddy, Bad, Dragon ;DOr the one with all of the above.
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Stiles should have called himself lucky that he only had two Alphas. He heard of omegas who were mated to five - he couldn’t even imagine how they survived.
Ever since the eighties - when parents gained access to dynamic tests early in the pregnancy - the number of omegas born dropped dramatically. Even though the government prohibited the practice five years ago, the numbers were still very, very skewed.
So Stiles was mated to an Alpha couple. And he was about to be killed by them.
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Just a short PWP
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- Part 22 of Tumblr prompts