#stiles x Peter x Chris

[deliahale]

Automatically thought of @takaraphoenix when I read this. Love Stetopher.

Thinking about how Peter fucks stiles fast and rough. He makes every part of his cute little body shake till he’s babbling nonsense and then he just goes harder

Chris on the other hand, fucks stiles so slow he cries. Because it’s so slow, and teasing and he’s so sensitive and Chris is so big that every little brush of Chris’s cock is hitting his prostate and he just needs more

Sometimes they take turns fucking him and the changes are so stark they make his silly human brain spin <3

[triskhellion]

Oh...Possum?!

Rated: Explicit (2k)

Relationship: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Established Relationship, Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Blood, Stiles Accepts The Bite, Werecreature Stiles, Opossum Stiles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Size Difference, Spanking, Blindfolds, Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Breathplay, Mating Bites

Summary: Stiles is just trying to enjoy finally moving into his new house with his mates, Chris and Peter, when they end up facing off against a warlock and his demons. He gets injured and needs the Bite to survive, but isn't thrilled about his new form when he doesn't turn into a wolf. Chris and Peter show him how much they want him all over again.

For SinnaBon and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Keeping this at exactly 2,000 words was a fun challenge.

Equiknots: Harvest & Hunter's Moon prompts: Between, Corn & Knot

Stiles woke up with a smile sandwiched between his mates after a night of loving debauchery. He carefully wiggled out of bed and held back a laugh when Chris and Peter immediately closed the gap, the Alpha wolf snuggling further into the former Hunter in the morning light. 

They had finally moved into their new home on the edge of the Preserve a little over a week ago. There were at least a dozen more arguments about decorating on the horizon, but the house that they’d designed together with the help of their resident architect and nephew (he lived for the way Derek’s eye twitched when he called him that) was done at last and they had the rest of their lives to figure out the details. 

Stiles was very much looking forward to enjoying a lazy Sunday, just the three of them, but while out for a walk to the nearby lake they started receiving calls and texts about Lydia being in a fugue state. Apparently the banshee was repeating warnings about something happening in their neck of the woods. The others would be on the way, but they needed to act soon.

We’ll just check things out real quick and then get home in time for dinner, he thought. 

Of course that’s when everything went to hell. Literally.

“Five demons? In this economy?” Stiles screeched as he hit the ground and rolled to avoid a blast from the warlock they found trying to sacrifice the missing mailman. So much for feeding the ducks.

He threw the bag of peas he was still holding at one of the entities that the black-scleraed man had summoned, distracting it from going after Chris, who was already struggling to keep out of reach of another. Peter had just been knocked down by one of the two he was facing and Stiles was worried. 

There wasn’t much that either of his partners could do directly to the demons so he needed to occupy the hideous things so that they could focus on the other magic-user. Stiles taunted the one that was now after him and created multiple illusions of himself running off in all directions, throwing imaginary balls of fire as he aimed real ones at the demons and warlock alike.

He’d just had the satisfaction of watching Chris shoot the man in the chest, Peter coming up from behind to finish him off, when he was struck hard from behind. As the four demons he could see disappeared so did the strange pressure in his midsection and then he fell to the ground in agony. 

Moments later a clawed hand grasped onto him leaving thin scratches before the pain dissipated. 

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me,” Peter snarled around a mouthful of fangs as Chris held his other hand. 

Coughing up blood and shaking, Stiles looked up into bright red eyes. This was it. They’d talked about it hypothetically before, but now it was happening. He couldn’t speak, but gave a jerky nod. Agony bloomed in his abdomen a second time and then was lessened again with a touch.

His bleeding slowed first and then a new aspect of himself began to unfurl, something curious and wild. It started to settle into him, but then a thousand tiny points of light flared up to drive it out. He began to cough again, but this time it was black.

“No,” choked Peter, clutching him tighter. “It was taking, I could feel it.” 

Fear and grief coursed through Stiles, eyes darting between his mates. A few seconds passed and the Alpha’s head shot up to look at Chris. 

“His spark,” Peter whispered as Stiles began to drift. He was so very tired. 

Chris rubbed his sternum to get his attention. “Stiles baby, I know it’s important to you, but you have to let it go. If you want to stay here with us, you have to let your spark go.”

He snapped back to alertness. Leave Chris and Peter? No, he didn’t want to do that. Not at all. 

Stiles joined with the animal presence to push the light out. It was a great struggle and it hurt, but finally that familiar green-gold warmth receded and then faded away. As soon as it was gone he mourned its loss and the new furry resident curled around him inside in an attempt to comfort him. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and he passed out to the sounds of shouting and thudding footsteps.

Slowly, Stiles returned to awareness smelling something delectable. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he sure was hungry. There was a loud, steady thumping and whooshing as well. Stretching, he opened his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom. Blinking rapidly he looked around in confusion, seeing Chris asleep in a chair beside him. What?

Then all at once memories of the evening before came rushing back. Or however long ago it had been. He had the feeling he’d been out for a quite a while. 

The bed creaked when he got up and Chris jolted awake. The next thing he knew he was being enveloped in a hug and someone was running up the stairs. Stiles felt a second set of arms around him and he sighed, grounded by his mates and their comforting scents.

Eventually they pulled away and he cleared his throat, looking at two relieved, but still concerned faces.

“So I guess I’m a wolf now, huh?” He smiled despite his jumble of emotions. The older men looked at each other and Stiles felt his stomach drop. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I wouldn’t say anything’s wrong—” Chris started.

“But well, you’re not a wolf, sweetheart,” said Peter.

Stiles sunk back on the bed in shock. “What am I then?” 

The two exchanged looks again. “We don’t know.” 

After not-so-quietly freaking out the first thing he did was go in search of food. Someone had thrown something amazing in the garbage and he shook his head at the waste. He opened the fridge and honed in on a bowl of esquites. Fuck yes, corn! Stiles began shoveling it into his mouth with a serving spoon. 

He was still hungry when it was gone and started rooting for the great-smelling thing in the trash when Peter and Chris came down and stopped him.

“Love, what are you doing?” Peter cried, knocking a container out of his hand before he could open it. 

Stiles hissed and grew very angry and then suddenly he was very small. It was difficult to see in the bright light, but he sensed the movement of giant creatures and he was afraid. Stilling he looked up to see the shocked faces of men now kneeling and bending close toward him. Large hands were petting his body, but he began to relax recognizing their scents. Mates. They were his mates. 

Chris scooped him up and sat on the couch, putting him in his lap. Peter disappeared for a minute and came back holding something reflective. A mirror. It was placed before him and he squinted, trying to make out the image. Light face, long snout, dark eyes and ears. He was a fucking opossum!

Stiles hissed again and scampered off to hide underneath the couch. 

Eventually they coaxed him out and took him home after speaking with his bewildered father. (Apparently he’d been mumbling about wanting to see him while under, which is why they’ took him there.) His dad pet his head incredulously while wondering if it could be from his own mother’s side of the family. 

“Granny and Aunt Mabel were from Virginia and seemed to have an affinity with possums,” the elder Stilinski revealed.

“It’s possible,” Peter shrugged, smirking. Stiles bit him.

He shifted back while he was asleep, waking up on top of a pillow and once more in his new bed between his mates. Stiles kissed them both on the cheek and then shut himself in the guest room to try to figure out his shifting. After a couple hours of frustrated outbursts Peter came to the door asking to help. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

He’d wanted to see how freakish he looked before having to face his mates, but so be it. 

By evening they’d discovered that he had not one or two, but three beta shifts. The first was basically like his human self, but with even better hearing and smell, eyes that could glow silver, and retractable claws and fangs. His second shift shrunk him to 5’3”, which Chris joked would be useful on airplanes. The third brought him down to 4’5”, gave him a prehensile tail, short gray and white fur, opossum ears, whiskers and a short snout.

“Perfect for breaking and entering,” Peter mused with a wicked grin. 

Stiles snorted, but felt disheartened looking at his not at all majestic form in the mirror.

“I’ve always thought opossums were cute,” Chris said, bending down to hug him from behind. “Allison would share posts from that Hourly Possum account on Twitter.”

Peter stood before him and cupped his strange, furry face. “I can’t say I gave much thought to them previously, but you are adorable, darling.” 

That night Chris and Peter blindfolded him and led him back to their bedroom, only saying that they had something special planned for “our favorite marsupial.” Stiles could smell their arousal (how cool was that?) as they placed him on the mattress and undressed him. Feeling playful he did his second shift and turned, crawling up the bed and shaking his naked ass. 

He heard Chris groan and soon he was caught by the back of the neck, another hand grabbing a round cheek and then spanking both a few times before reaching around to grasp his hardening cock. Stiles moaned and then gasped, surprised to discover something else: he was wet. 

A low growling filled the room and then a third hand was running two fingers over his leaking hole.

“Stiles,” Peter purred. 

The hand wrapped around him disappeared and he pouted until pants unzipped and a cock was pushed against his slightly parted lips. He opened wide for Chris, savoring the taste of him while Peter’s teasing fingers finally pressed inside and began to thrust, nailing his prostate. 

Stiles rocked back on them as he took Chris deeper, tonguing under his shaft. A third finger was added — pumping, expanding, and spreading his slick — and then they withdrew so something larger could take their place. He moaned around the cock in his mouth when Peter slid inside him to the hilt and immediately began to move, gripping his hips. Nothing compared to being stuffed full by the men he loved. 

His new instincts cried out for more, a desperate need to be claimed, and Stiles whined as his smaller body writhed between them in the dark. 

Chris stepped back and caressed his flushed face. “What’s wrong, baby?” Peter stilled as well.

“Need you both. Make me yours, please,” Stiles begged, unable to explain more.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Peter crooned, kissing his back and thrusting again.

Chris returned to his waiting mouth, this time holding him place and plunging in until he was coming, first down Stiles’ throat and then onto his face. 

“My good, pretty boy,” he murmured. 

Stiles licked him clean and then dropped onto his forearms, prompting Peter to climb over him and pound even more relentlessly. He felt the forming knot and bore down to welcome it. 

“Gonna breed that tight, little ass of yours. Fill you up,” the Alpha growled, wrapping a hand around his throat. The knot locked and swelled as Stiles gasped, sending him over the edge. Peter let go and soon followed suit, marking him up inside while he clenched around him. Two sets of jaws clamped down where each shoulder met his neck renewing their mating bites.

Carefully, they turned over all tangled up together and Stiles pulled off the blindfold with a smile. 

Mates. Home. 

Perfect. 

[bethsvrse]

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

[colmiillo]

When i smell that there is going to be a pregnant trope in the fic...

[iliketopgun]

Y'all I gotta say something

Please remember this is my opinion!!

I can't stand when I'm looking for /reader stuff and I keep getting the use of "I", maybe I'm just being dramatic and pissy but I just cannot stand it when first person is used... I can't!

Anyways! I'm gonna go attempt to write

[marvelsgirl616]

♡— petopher // sterek — ♡

[azraphels]

Peter: How do you tell someone you want to have sex with them in a polite way?

Stiles: Excuse me, Mama McCall and Mr. Argent, would you do me the honor of having sex with you?

Derek: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

[riahreadz]

Okay ideal Teen Wolf fanfic pack Take 2! 🎬 Sterek✨️

If Derek is Alpha, then obviously Stiles is Pack Mom and Alpha Mate.

All the good fics have Peter as a good little wolf or at least relatively good to the Hale Pack whilst protecting them doing some dirty work as the Left Hand. Peter and Stiles, as best friends, 🤌🏼✨️ is just t it's golden. Derek honestly gets scared when they team up - he knows it'll never end well, especially if Erica is involved. Peter supplies Stiles with all the family heirloom books and artifacts or from his own personal collections.

Stiles just has a habit of collecting Hales, first Derek, then Peter, Cora, and even Malia.

And in the rarity that I read a fic where Ell isn't Stiles's son well Stiles took one look at the kid (maybe before he even knew Eli was Derek's) and filed him under Lost (Hale) PuppyTM Derek is particularly fond of Stiles's seemingly sixth sense when it comes to protecting the Hales. Despite also yelling at the younger man who can't get it through his thick skull that putting himself in the line of danger won't help Derek losing him anymore than losing another Hale.

Somewhere along the way, Peter gets back together with Chris cause, yes, they dated as teens with an unfortunate near 20-year pause due to the Argent/Hale shit show extravaganza. They are raising their teen/young adult daughters Allison and Malia as sisters - bonus points if Jackson and Malia are twins.

Now I can't for some reason ever really see Allison and Isaac being romantically involved after her death and resurrection. Usually, Stiles figures some way to bring her back,and going forward, she gets back with Scott, Issac becomes dependent on Chris as a father figure, so Allison and Issac are just good friends once she's back. OR he sees Derek as a brother or father figure kinda situation being the Alpha that originally turned him, and skips over the emotional attachment to Chris all together.

Malia and Kira make for an interesting side ship that I never saw coming but a cute addition lol

Boyd and Erica are mates, obviously. Erica is a little shit just like Stiles and especially teaming up with Stiles, but Boyd balances her crazy. Crazy fun that iS.

I do love a good fic with Cora being involved. The dynamic of her and Derek finding their footing once again as siblings just makes me super emotional, okay? Plus, Cora and Isaac make for a good couple/mates.

Given that I love a good bad friend Scott fic, Isaac has pulled away from following Scott like a lost puppy. His lost puppy status belongs to Cora or Derek, depending on whose good side he's trying to get on that day. But back to Scott - his main roll usually is to tear down Stiles or attempt to anyway. Usually, Allison is there to gather his wits back together and reel him back into being a good friend. I'im game with a good redemption arc for him, but it ain't required.

Lydia and Stiles make a good team, and she makes a damn good motivational ass kicker when Stiles needs one, which is usually at least once in every fic, let's be honest. She's either with Jackson or just a bad ass that doesn't need a partner to ground her. Jackson is still an asshole - it's why we love him. But he and Stiles develop a pretty decent friendship when they bond over healing from losing control from the Kanima and Void. He'd kill to protect Stiles. They all would. He's with Lydia, Danny, or Ethan.

Now we can't forget Sheriff Stilinski, rather his name is Noah or John, he's a big player in this pack. Despite being only human, he has a lot of sway when it comes to this rag-tag group of puppies and puppy adjacents. Derek and him make for a good team in the fics. Derek is a deputy. Or just the Sheriff adopting Derek as an unofficial Stilinski once he realizes his son won't ever let go of the Hales but especially one Derek Hale - plus it's easier to expain to his across-the-street-neighbor that Derek is family rather than filter through the panicked 911 calls of astrange man in a black leather jacket climbing once again through his son's bedroom window. Cause the Hales don't know how to use front doors - a trait they passed along to the whole pack like a worst kept secret family tradition.

Oh, and it's recently been brought to my attention that the Sheriff is in a secret relationship with his deputy Jordan and eventually gets exposed by Stiles seeing them on a date. Bonus points if it turns into a double date. Didn't know I needed this one until I needed it. However, I'm down for seeing him with Melissa or even a thropple with Chris and Peter. If he's with Melissa, then Scott has to have a redemption arc, or he was the good best friend/step brother all along.

And last but certainly not least, Eli Hale or shall I say Eli Stilinski-Hale or Hale-Stilinski? Doesn't matter as long as we all can agree that Elis Stiles's son. l'm not picky on whether it's adoption, mpreg, or Stiles and Derek got together after Eliwas born. Stiles. Is. Eli's. Father.

If some of this seems repeated from my Steter Ideal Pack - well, that's cause it is, lol. I wrote this first but finished Steter before Sterek. I'll probably rewrite this cause it's rushed, but I need to get it out to link for my Secret Santa in the Sterek Exchange.

✋️🛑 Now, all of this is just my personal preference on fics I've read. A lot of these obviously stray from the actual character on the show but 🤷🏻‍♀️ show canon meet 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 one person's fanfic canon. All respect and rights for the cast and crew in bringing these characters to life, though. Also, I'm not saying that I won't read fics that don't include this stuff - like I've mentioned just some stuff I've read over the years and liked. ✋️🛑

[handsofred]

So....I saw a couple of posts about Stiles and his emergency contact and this popped up in to my mind...It's not finished, I'm planning on adding more to it and then posting it on AO3, but just wanted to see what you guys thought of it so far.

Read on AO3 here <----

Stiles was...well... He was fucked! And it wasn't even his fault this time okay, it seriously wasn't. So the fact that he was currently laid up in an emergency side room, holding a bloody towel to his temple wasn't something anyone could tell him otherwise. Because it was not his fault. The fact that his other arm was cradled against his chest as well and possibly broken also wasn't his fault. None of this was and yet he was the one sitting there, injured and hurting while the other guy was currently fighting with the nurses down the hall, each yell and squeak of footwear against the floor driving another nail in to his head. Of course that guy was drunk, driving a stupid car which crashed in to Stiles' jeep and made him veer off to the side, hitting another car as he went while drunk guy continued to drive on, hitting others too. But it was also the fact that the side he was pushed towards just happened to slope downwards...just enough to send the jeep rolling once or twice and land upside down. He was fucked, but he was alive.

Sitting back against the bed, he let his eyes close against the bright lights of the room, just hoping that someone would turn up soon and pick him up or just keep him company. ''Uh...Mi...Mr. Stilinski?'' The nervous tone of the nurse had him opening his eyes and turning towards the young nurse who was stood in the doorway. ''That's me...Stiles actually.'' He told her, offering what he hoped was a kind smile, but it felt more of a grimace as another loud noise sent pain running through his head again. ''Stiles...of course.'' She smiled before slipping inside and closing the door behind her, helping to cut some of that noise down. ''The doctor will be with you soon to stitch up your wound, I'm sorry about the wait.''

''Not your fault, there's others who are more hurt than me out there.'' He replied with a light shrug, he knew how the emergency room can be on a Friday night, Melissa had told him and Scott enough horror stories growing up.

It seemed to make the nurse brighten a little as she nodded and came over to the end of the bed, flipping the chart she had in her hands a couple of times. ''We tried the number that you gave us for your emergency contact, but there was no answer. I promise you that we tried a couple of times but each time it just rings out.'' She told him with an apologetic look. ''I know that you said that your father was out of town currently, but do you have anyone else that we could call to come for you?''

Sighing, he shook his head a little, knowing that the chances of Scott actually picking up the phone was something he couldn't rely on half the time, it reminded him that he really needed to update his contacts as he thought through who he could call.

Dad was out of town in a conference, that was a hard no. Melissa was currently on her own floor and too busy to deal with him, another hard no. Scott...well, Scott was just not picking up.

Derek was in town, but was dealing with his own things, he knew that if he called the Alpha, that there was a slight chance he would come, but he didn't want to disturb him, not when Cora had recently come back to town again and they were finally making up for lost years.

''Mr.... Stiles?'' The nurse spoke softly. ''Is there anyone I can contact for you?''

''I think....for the moment...I just need to think about it.'' Stiles admitted quietly, feeling small on the bed as she offered him a smile and nodded.

''Okay, just let me know when you're ready.'' She told him warmly before glancing at the clock. ''The doctor should be in soon to stitch you up, but we should be able to get you down to X-Ray and back before then to check that arm out for you.''

''Thank you.''

The words were soft spoken and accepted as she headed back out the room to grab a wheelchair for him. Pulling his phone out in the meantime, Stiles opened up the group chat for the pack and just stared down at the chat box before he sighed.

Lil'Red: So...funny story, currently in the emergency room of our lovely town. NOT my FAULT at all this time, drunk driver hit me and some others...but I need someone to come and get me, jeep is a total wreck and Scott isn't picking up as my emergency contact. Possible concussion, possible broken arm and I'm needing stitches, so...yeah...any help would be good.

ZombieWolf is typing.....

SilverFox is typing.....

[uhhhj13iguess]

masterlist

nsfw (not smut but like, mdni) (ᡣ𐭩) fluff (❀) smut (𐂯) hurt/comfort (✧)

here's a list of all of my works so far!! enjoy! leave requests pls!

stiles stilinski:

✮stiles, are you hard right now? in which you and stiles end up in a... tight situation (ᡣ𐭩)

✮in his flannel you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing (❀)

✮that was the best sleep i've had in months taking a car ride nap never sounded so good (❀)

✮kiss it better stiles helped calm you down the only way he could think of (✧)

✮the kind of love you deserve you go on a date with theo, and it's all stiles can think about (✧)

liam dunbar:

✮thank you for saving me liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt (✧)

peter parker:

✮i should've kissed you the five times peter almost kissed you and didn't, and the one time he finally did (❀)

✮oh you little mix peter stumbles upon you and loki sparring, and his jealousy outs him (ᡣ𐭩)

✮oh my god, you, y-you look stunning peter 'friendly neighborhood spiderman' parker drooling at the sight of you when picking you up for the stark gala (ᡣ𐭩)

⤷ go get her, kid (pt 2) (ᡣ𐭩)

⤷ impossible to behave around (pt 3) (𐂯)

rick sanchez (sigh):

✮rick sanchez x reader blurb (gn) you're a family friend staying for the holidays, and you slowly discover rick has a soft spot for you (unbeknownst to him) (❀)

headcanons:

✮peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers hc (❀)

✮high with stiles hc (ᡣ𐭩)

✮stiles x reader: roommates to lovers hc (ᡣ𐭩)

✮dating liam hc (❀)

[nightingaleofthemoonlight]

I want a Spin off of Chris Argent and Peter Hale after the movie please...

*Chris dangling from the tree because of a trap set by other hunters*

Peter: My, my... This must be my lucky day.

Chris: *unimpressed* Hale...

Peter: Argent...

Chris: Put me down

Peter: Hmm... Should I Christopher? I think I prefer you like this... vulnerable...

Chris: Peter! Put me down now!

Peter: *laughing while poking Chris' body*

*in short, Peter is having fun tickling the sh*t out of Chris*

[urcatslitterbox]

I need to stop making playlists for every white boy I’m attracted to

[lunar-eclipse-tales]

Noah: Stiles is at that age where he only has one thing on his mind.

Chris: Boys?

Stiles: Homicide.

Peter: That’s my boy.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187-films]

Teen wolf question

I have a question about teen wolf and i need help answering it. I thought about it and now I’m so interested in the answer and it’s driving me crazy that i don’t know

So you know if they kill an innocent person their eyes turn from golden to blue well if they kill an innocent person before they turn are they automatically blue or what

[nightingale2004]

Can all my Teen wolf and sterek people gather around real quick.

So what if Scott's pack and Derek all accidentally traveled back in time to when their parents went to school in Beacon Hills.

Now here's my version of this.

Claudia and Talia are soul sister besties. Claudia was just like Stiles, hyperactive, a spaz, short attention span, adhd, etc (also a freaking spark). Talia, was this cool werewolf future alpha girl with a hyperactive puppy for a best friend. (They would totally gossip and talk about Lydia's mom behind her back)

Noah (Stiles dad) was a loner. He was awkward. Couldn't talk to a woman to save his life (Claudia obviously made the first move). He was more invested in criminal law and mysteries.

Marissa (Scott's mom) was in her own corner. She briefly met Claudia and talked to her once or twice.

Lydia's mom (idk her name) was smart but played dumb and all that jass to win the hot guy.

I'm also thinking Peter definitely had a crush on Claudia when he was a kid during this time since she would babysit him a lot.

Claudia and Deaton are also besties and emissaries in training.

The Argent family are in Beacon Hills (I personally would not know how this would go but in intrigued)

Claudia and Talia are exactly like Scott and Stiles and getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures with Deaton at their side and hiding the secrets of the supernatural.

And all of Scott's pack plus Derek gets to see how their parents know each other and have met along with their adventures.

Let me know your version of this and enjoy