Stud Muffin

Pairing: Steter
Words: 2030
Rating: E (Blow jobs, Bondage, Facials, D/s, Minor Daddy Kink)
Summary: The first time Peter sees Stiles’ “Stud Muffin” shirt he wants to rip it off of him then and there and burn it then ban him from ever getting a shirt like that again. Instead of embarrassing his boyfriend in front of the pack, he corners Stiles in the teen’s bedroom and finally gets rid of the awful t-shirt.

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God, I really, really want a steter fic where Stiles is touch-starved and hides it from everyone else, and he tries to tell himself he’s fine because he has no problem hugging his dad or throwing his arm over Scott’s shoulder or nudging Derek’s arm, really, he’s fine–

but he’s totally not because no one touches him. Scott’s scared of his own body, Stiles and the other betas aren’t close, Derek is Derek, his father –okay his dad hugs him when he can but lbr, his father’s always swamped with work and they don’t see much of each other– and Stiles just really needs some cuddle time, okay? 

But it’s not like he can ask or tell anyone. It’s embarrassing and stupid, and God, why can’t he just be normal? 

Because for all that he tries to ignore it, it is a problem. Like, when they’re at a pack meeting and when Derek brushes Stiles’ hand as he reaches for a glass, Stiles freezes. Or like when one of Stiles’ teammates punches him in the shoulder for making a good pass during the game and Stiles’ shoulder tingles for the next fifteen minutes. Or like when he’s being targeted by a particularly touchy witch and the witch has to paint him in blood for a ritual and despite the awfulness Stiles has to work a little harder than usual to will himself to fight back.

Seriously. It’s a problem. 

But he thinks he can manage it. He thinks if he touches his friends enough and avoids being touched accidentally, it’ll be fine. It’ll go away. It has to. 

But then Peter notices, and he’s always wanted Stiles, always has and always will, and here’s this perfect, beautifully tragic opportunity, and he’ll do nothing less than take full advantage of it.

and Stiles freaks out shies away at first because omg wtf Peter??? but it just feels so nice and Peter starts slow and easy, like Stiles is a frightened animal, and he doesn’t make it obvious what he’s doing and Stiles thinks maybe he’s not doing it on purpose, maybe this is just a werewolf thing and since Peter’s the only werewolf who likes Stiles and doesn’t hate himself, it’s normal, right? Stiles will just ignore it until it goes away.

But Peter keeps at it, keeps pushing Stiles’s lines, until finally Stiles lets him do it because he’s just so tired and Peter makes him feel so good – not even in a sexual way, just – being touched reminds Stiles that he’s a person, it grounds him and reminds him that he’s real, and soon enough Stiles stops shying away. He presses into it and Peter takes that as a sign that he can push even more, and somehow Stiles ends up with his side pressed up against Peter’s and Peter’s fingers brushing through his hair, and he can’t give this up, okay? He can’t, and he won’t. 

In the end they both get what they want.

please, just give me all the touch-starved fic omg

a steter fic with stiles at a bar and suddenly seeing his ex (might be Jackson or whoever) approching and turns to the closest person like: “omg my crazy ex is here, random stranger kiss me and fake being my bf”. and random stranger Peter, being the good samaritan who spent the last ten minutes eyeing stiles and his sinful mouth agrees without much problem and gives stiles the kiss to rule them all

creepy ex approaches them when they’re getting really into it (so into it the bartender might be considering pulling them apart and telling them to take it elsewhere) and clears his throat so they pull away reluctantly, lips red and a bit swollen

stiles feels a bit dazed as he looks at this hot stranger with amazing blue eyes; he makes a soft startled sound when the stranger wipes at stiles’ bottom lip to, presumably, get rid of drool

the ex coughs again, Peter arches a brow and advises some cough meds or whatever, the ex is not amused, esp when Peter pulls stiles closer and keeps a possessive hand on stiles’ hip

the ex gives them a LOOK, turns to stiles with “Really stiles? he could be your father!”

and Peter doesn’t bat an eye, nuzzles against stiles’ temple and says “Oh I make a really good daddy.”

The Best of 2014 Steter

aka the fics I read over and over again.

Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

Whose Woods These Are by moonstalker24

Stiles chooses the house simply because it’s far enough out in the wilderness to be away. His… reticence for human contact on any given day coincides entirely with how much pain he’s in when he wakes up the morning. His patience is limited, and he has more bad days than good…

So Stiles moves into an old house out in the woods like a creepy serial killer. Reminds himself that other people suck on a regular basis and just sort of gets on with it…

It isn’t until after several sightings that Stiles realizes that the wolf is following him.

If the wolf decides it wants to eat him, Stiles would be a pretty easy meal….

steel bars and blood-slick hands by Corpium (warning for torture)

When Deaton whisks Peter’s burnt, gasping body away to Eichen House, everyone else pays the price, Stiles most of all.

That’s How They Deal With Boys Like Me by taylorpotato (warning for: trans!stiles, body dysphoria, eating disorders, misgendering)

Navigating puberty is hard enough on it’s own. But on most mornings, Stiles also has to deal with feeling like he woke up in the wrong body. Peter Hale, of all fucking people, is the only one that seems to understand.

Your Heart on Your Sleeve by cywscross

Stiles is an empath, and it’s just his luck that he’s surrounded by broken people. Then again, it’s not like he has any room to talk either. Surprisingly enough, Peter helps, something neither of them realizes for a good long while.

Creature In My Bloodstream by Rrrowr (warning for: abo dynamics, WIP)

This isn’t Stiles’ first heat, but he’s still adjusting to how irregular they’ve been lately. So when Stiles’ next heat begins without warning, he’s already peeved about it by the time that Peter — naturally — melts out of the shadows to play some kind of knight in shining armor. It’s no surprise that Peter has decided to make himself a nuisance during one of Stiles’ more vulnerable moments.

Reluctant Allies With Benefits by veterization

Peter suggests he and Stiles start having no strings attached sex. It’s that simple. No, really, it totally is. Stiles will make sure of it.

Near Death by ToAStranger

Stiles is struggling with the aftermath of the Nogitsune.

Make a Career Out of Robbing Banks by bitchinachinashop

Sheriff Stilinski sends Parrish undercover to try and get his sons out of Peter Hale’s gang, The Phoenix Pack.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he’s awake.

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.


The Cubby Hole by Elpie (Horribibble)

Feeling lonely and alienated at a college across the country, Stiles decides to explore his ever-developing sexuality at the closest gay bar.

He just wasn’t expecting quite so many bikers. Or such good food. Or Peter Hale.

Domestic Bliss and Other Nonsense by moonstalker24

“So, I think we should get married.”

Peter chokes, fumbles for a second, then manages to set his mug of tea down on the coffee table. He turns to look at Stiles, who is sprawled over the end of the couch, flipping through an old book.

“What?” Peter asks.

Stiles turns bright amber eyes on the stunned werewolf. “We should get married.”


“So all the books can be in one place.”

Under The Weight Of Living by SatanInACroptop

Stiles is having trouble reconciling with the aftermath of the nogitsune. Namely the notion that if Allison were here, Stiles might well not be. Namely the heart stopping fear of what could happen to those still breathing if the next time he wakes up, someone else is opening his eyes for him.

Fortunately, there is at least one soul in Beacon Hills with whom he can relate to.

Sometimes a little bit of help can be found in the most unlikely of places, including the domicile of Peter Hale, and sometimes, a little bit of sanctuary is all it takes.

All That You Have Home by predictaslash

Peter has sat across from Unpronounceable First Name “Stiles” Stilinski for two years.

Red On Red by kyorl (warning for underage)

“I wanna say thank you again,” Stiles mumbled into his chest, long skinny fingers plucking at the hem of his hoodie. He glanced up at Peter through thick lashes. “You know, for getting the blood out of my Mom’s hoodie. Well, I guess it’s mine now….”

“It was my pleasure,” Peter said smoothly, reaching and running his fingertips along the collar, close enough to feel the warmth of Stiles’ skin, but carefully not actually touching anything but the material. “My own Little Red Riding Hood,” he couldn’t help crooning, even though it was a bit over the top and blatant.

“Does that make you my big bad wolf?” Stiles asked the question completely guilelessly, gazing up at Peter with wide brown eyes, but there was no way he’d mistaken the meaning behind Peter’s words or his own. Not considering the books they’d just spent the last several hours reading.

stone/sponge by 1001cranes

Peter has a taste for the all-consuming; he doesn’t find it at all strange to be in the minor percentage of werewolves who have mates.

Peter/Stiles: "I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date"

It was an experiment Stiles was doing for a sociology class. He was supposed to write a paper on the experience, elaborating on how letting a coin decide his fate for a week either broadened or limited opportunities in his day-to-day life. It seemed easy enough.

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It Happened To Me - I was a summer intern who slept with my boss.

by Stiles Stilinski

“When you said casual, I thought you meant something else.” Stiles’ hands are like birds, flapping through the air, and he inwardly cringes at how his voice is pitching higher with each word.

“Stiles, what else could casual possibly mean? What did you expect to happen?” Peter breathes evenly, maintaining his usual composed mask.

“I didn’t know what would happen, Peter. I didn’t think-”

“Exactly, Stiles. You didn’t think. You never think. You just blaze ahead, what I say, what we AGREED upon going in one ear and out the other, and this is what happens.”

"But I only wanted-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Stiles.”

He watches Stiles sag, deflated, against the desk. Raking a hand through his hair, Stiles’ teeth worry his lower lip before trying to meet Peter’s eyes one last time.

Peter only shakes his head, looks towards the door. 

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he kissed like the world around us was about to  c r u m b l e
like there was a new  s t a r  being born in our place

                  and it was  d e v a s t a t i n g : the hunger, the need, the teeth,
                        and it was  i n v i g o r a t i n g : the passion, the ease, the lips

bxdcubes asked:

How do you feel about young Peter Hale and a hs au? In which Peter tries to ask Stiles to prom, but Stiles thinks it's a prank and keeps declining?

this has been sitting in my ask box forever and i have no excuse except that writer’s block hit me like no tomorrow and  i had no motivation. Whoops. Hope you all like it though. 

“So, do you want to go to prom with me?” Peter freaking Hale asked, leaning against Stiles’ locker like it was the most natural thing in the world. Completely relaxed in a black v-neck that was too low-cut to be dress code legal (damn sexist double standards) and jeans that hugged his hips in all the right ways.

Not that Stiles was noticing. He definitely was not admiring how attractive the boy standing before him was.

Stiles let out a laugh. It’s such a tempting offer, but it’s also ridiculous that he can’t believe that Peter is being honest. The most popular kid in school, basket star, all-around perfect person, who before this moment only had about maybe two conversations with Stiles, could not be serious.  “I’m not falling for some team prank. Nice try, though.”

For his part Peter actually looked surprised. “This isn’t some joke. I mean it. I like you, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know me.”

“I can get to know you. At prom, if you’ll have me.” Peter flashed a smile. Stiles mentally groaned. He really wanted to put all instincts aside and just say yes, but he couldn’t help but feel like if he agreed he was walking into a trap.

Luckily for Stiles the bell rang and he didn’t have to turn down the hot piece of man in front him again. Instead he just gave a smirk and sprinted off to his next class leaving a disappointed Peter behind him.

             It had been two days since Stiles encountered Peter. He was pretty good at making himself undetectable if he didn’t want to be found, even in a small school like Beacon Hills High. However, Peter seemed to be more than capable at hiding-go-seek.

Stiles was making his way to his Jeep after a long, tortuous day of classes that seemed like it would never end. He just wanted to go home and relax for a bit. He did not want Peter leaning against the hood of his precious Jeep. This time he was wearing a blue jersey and black shorts, probably preparing for a basketball practice later on.

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

Peter shrugged. “The part where it’s for a stupid, imagined, reason.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe that you want to go to prom with me. It’s all some part of weird basketball versus lacrosse mentality. You guys hate us because we are better and you think it’d be fun to pull sometime of Carrie-revenge on one of us.

Peter pushed himself off the Jeep and took a step towards Stiles. “First off, basketball is so much better. Period. Secondly, let’s say we did want to humiliate one you guys to prove a point. Don’t you think we would pick a player that was actually good?”

“Hey, I scored the winning point in the championship game! And I’m going to ignore that first comment for its blatant falseness.” Stiles replied. A few seconds of silence fell between the two and for a second Stiles thought that Peter was going to leave. It was then that he made a decision.  “Also, if you were really serious about this then you need to step up your promposal. Prom is coming up really soon and if this is serious and not some prank or some ‘well absolutely everyone else in school is taken, I guess I’ll go with the awkward kid” then I want a little effort shown.”

Stiles was pleased to see that Peter was also capable of the one eyebrow raise. “Oh really?”

“I like to be wined and dined.”

“I’ll remember that.”

         The next day Stiles opened his locker and was surprised, and amused, to find it completely filled with Reeses. There was a sticky note attached to the inside of the locker.

 “Chocolate and peanut butter. A perfect combination just like us. Prom?”

Since there’s never enough Steter in the world and the last one was a blazing success, I’m all too happy to announce July 1st-7th as Steter Week 2.0.

Every and all content is welcome. Be it fics, fanart, fanmixes, edits, gifsets, songs, poetry, alternate media (texting, chat, what have you), etc.

You don’t have to stick to any themes, but for all those who find it helpful and inspiring cocoslash​ and steterkink​ helped construct a list:

Day 1:  Humor/Crack Day

Day 2: Cliché Day (meeting, dialogue, or convoluted romance plot)

Day 3: AU Day (space cowboys, college, mermaids, etc.)

Day 4: Age Reversal Day

Day 5: Gender/Body  Swap or Trans* Day (I.E. cis-female stiles, peter and stiles literally trade bodies, or at least one character is trans/genderfluid/non-binary)

Day 6: Kink Day

Day 7: Fluff/Schmoop Day

The tag for SW will be steter week or steterweek and a collection on AO3 will be created for all the fics.

Go forth and prepare!

(Questions and proposals are always welcome!)