Mine by sophtly

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationship: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: #Fluff and Smut #Getting Together #Blow Jobs #Anal Sex #Possessive Behavior #Dirty Talk #teeny tiny bit of humilation #some D/s vibes

Words: 3,739

Summary: A piggyback ride through the woods breaks the dam of lust and feelings between Stiles and Peter

I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope y’all enjoy it <3

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Found

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski)

Branches broke below his feet as he ran through the darkness of the woods. The air was burning in his lungs, his cheeks and hands were hurting from twigs scraping over his skin and clinging to him as he broke through the undergrowth, stumbling, trying his best to keep on his feet, to not get caught in the brushes, to not fall and hurt himself even more.

There had been a monster. Something monstrous. Large like a horse, bulky like an ox, covered in fur, and staring at him with glowing red eyes. It had to be something monstrous, something no one could escape from, something that would hunt, hunt, hunt him down and rip him to pieces if he didn't get out of the woods. The only reason he hadn't yet fallen prey to it was luck, the full moon in the sky and, as scary as the thought might be, that the monster was probably toying with him.

It probably was herding him deeper into the woods, too.

Just a dream

Sooo, fun story! I saw yesterday's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "Dark and Stormy Night" and suddenly had the idea to use it to write something for @twbingo prompt "Dream Walking", too.

The funny thing here is, that while FFF's maximum word count for a prompt is 1k, 1k is the Bingo's minimum word count. So of course I challenged myself to write exactly 1k for these two prompts 😂

So, have fun with "Just a dream"! (You can also read it here on AO3!)

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(Teen Wolf, Pre-Stanny, the night of Stiles' outburst in the locker room about his virginity)

Come to my place at nine. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle.

Stiles knew that Danny hadn't really meant his words. At least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Or maybe he had and his 'Yes! I'm kidding!' he'd sighed more than anything had been the lie, the step back when Stiles hadn't quite taken his words seriously. Whatever it had been, Stiles was now standing in front of Danny's house, Roscoe parked around the corner, so Danny's parents wouldn't see him if Danny intended to keep the whole night on the down low. If the night would even happen. Stiles glanced around himself, chewing on his lip as he eyed first the dark corners in the streets around him, then the late evening sky that was hanging full of dark and heavy clouds. It looked like it would be a stormy night.

Just a dream

Sooo, fun story! I saw yesterday's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "Dark and Stormy Night" and suddenly had the idea to use it to write something for @twbingo prompt "Dream Walking", too.

The funny thing here is, that while FFF's maximum word count for a prompt is 1k, 1k is the Bingo's minimum word count. So of course I challenged myself to write exactly 1k for these two prompts 😂

So, have fun with "Just a dream"! (You can also read it here on AO3!)

________

(Teen Wolf, Pre-Stanny, the night of Stiles' outburst in the locker room about his virginity)

Come to my place at nine. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle.

Stiles knew that Danny hadn't really meant his words. At least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Or maybe he had and his 'Yes! I'm kidding!' he'd sighed more than anything had been the lie, the step back when Stiles hadn't quite taken his words seriously. Whatever it had been, Stiles was now standing in front of Danny's house, Roscoe parked around the corner, so Danny's parents wouldn't see him if Danny intended to keep the whole night on the down low. If the night would even happen. Stiles glanced around himself, chewing on his lip as he eyed first the dark corners in the streets around him, then the late evening sky that was hanging full of dark and heavy clouds. It looked like it would be a stormy night.