PeterStiles
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Stiles has always been too observant and too good at putting the pieces together for his own good. When his latest customer opens his eyes not only to the explanation to all the strange happenings in his own life, but the wider supernatural world as a whole, he knows he should back off and focus on keeping himself out of trouble. But Stiles has always valued answers over his own safety.
If Peter were ever going to admit to having a weakness, it would be cunning people with flexible morality. The painfully pretty rent boy he picks up the night a job starts going south seems to have an abundance of both. And a mouth made for filthy pleasures. But that keen mind is a double edged sword, because the boy sees too much, involves himself in too much and with an old enemy making a reappearance, weaknesses of any kind are something Peter doesn't have the luxury of affording.
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The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.
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Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.
Based off the tumblr prompt "I crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there”
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Stiles is an omega, war captive of alpha Peter Hale, and his personal sex-slave...
After a heat, Stiles wakes up to be told in detail by a gleeful Peter how he was fucked and bred by his master's dogs. -
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Ha, these wolves think they’re so freaking smart. Stiles continues lounging, the picture of nonchalance as he hears his window slowly lift.
He makes pretence of heaving a pronounced long suffering sigh. “We’ve talked about this whole knocking thing remember, what if I’d been indecent? Window etiquette’s totally gone to hell this century.”
He grins pre-emptively, expecting one of Derek’s barked responses that consist mainly of ‘Shut up Stiles’ and ‘wah wah wah this is why I need you to harbour my hairy –but sexy- werewolf ass now’, they were so witty. Naturally then the dark and silky smooth retort was enough to plant Stiles face first on his floor as he yelped and flailed himself right off his bed .
“Ooh well I don’t know what sort of sordid affair you have with my nephew but I would’ve thought indecency was kind of the point.”
- or where Peter climbs through Stiles window one night: banter and hilarity ensues.