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firewhiskeyficTitle: Pack Night
Author:goddess47
I am of legal drinking age in my region: YEs
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Teen Wolf, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Challenge/Prompts used: Pansy Parkinson, April Showers, Wolfsbane, Under the Stars, Bird's Nest
Summary: It was a typical Pack get-together
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word count: 800
Author's Notes (if any): I haven't written smut in ages, much less while dirmginkng... so it;s pretty basic sexy times, But it was fun!
Stiles tore the card from the holder on his head.
"Pansy Parkinson? Really? I never would have gotten that!" he cried as he tossed the card back to Lydia. "Who picked this fucking game?"
The others laughed. "You did!"
"Ugh. Don't let me do that agian!" he declared. He sat back and looked up to the night sky. The Pack was sitting outside, under the stars and around a bonfile.
Derek sat a lttle ways away from the fire, no ne disrespsected the Alpha to insist he come closer. Stile was just glad he was there and enjoying the night with them.
Back at th treeline, Peter lounged against a large oak. Even more than Derek, Peter stayed away from the fire pit om the back of the Pack house. Stiles thought that no one beside him really niticed. But tht was okay. He'd have Peter to himself.
Peter ad a drink in his hand that Stiles knew was laced with wolfsbane. It allowed the alcohol to... loosen Peter up. 'Wolves normally weren't affected by alcohol, but the wolfsbane slowed the metaboleazation of the alcohol. Peter would never drink enough to lose control, but he was less prickly than usual.
"Hey, Creeperwold," Stiles said as he left the fire and approached the ;wolf. "I'm getting beat at this game, let's get out of here."
"Certainly," Peter agreed, drawung Stiles close. Stiles closed the distance and brought theirl lips together.
"Get a room!" came a call from the fire.
"We have one!" Sitles called back with a laugh.
"Then use it!"
"Peter grabbed Stiels' hand and drew him away from the group, back to the house. They indeed have a room, one they had shared for the past year,
Stiles stopped for the bathroom, the drinks he had consumed meant a trip to pee. Since Peter hadn't let go of his hand, Peter also used the bathroom and then took them both into the bedroom.
Peter had enough awareness that he was mostly silent. The alcohol loosed his body makde his movements lanquid and easy, They yndressed un the partial dark, the only light from the moon as it opoured through the skylight above the bed.
They fell into bed, a patch of moonlight lighting the center of the bed.
"Waht do you want?" Stiles asked.
"Just you..."
Stiles poked Peter. "More..."
"Ride me..."
Stiles leaned in for a long kidd... "THat I can do..."
Stiles cast the spell to prepare imd for Peter. He moved away from Peter's mouth and nipped at Peter's neck... something reserved for Mats.... Peter forwned and tried to manhand;e Stiels to get him to moce vaster.
"Ah! Patience!" Sitles grinned.
"Stiles...." Peter groaned. The alcohol in hus system made him voice his
Stiles took pity in Peter and miced so he hass rubbed against Peter's cick. Peter shigeted in the bed, trying to get Stiles to make contact with his cock.
Stiles took pity on the 'wolf and moced closer, raising himself above Peter's cock and then slowly settleing down onto Peter's hips.
"Yes...." Peter hissed as Stiles settled fully, taking in Peter's cokc. Stiles raised and lowered imself, using his internal muscles to squeeze thecock. Peter threw his head back, raising his hips to meet Stiles ass.
Stiles writhed to ensure that Peter's cock hit that spot... it wasn't going to take much more at this point...
"Ahhh...." Sitles groaned as he ground down on Peter, his cum spraying over's peter's chest.
As Stiles started to come, Peter stiffened coming in Stiles... a low groan and then Petr fell bakc on the bed.
Stile leaned foreward, kissing Peter.
"Love you, my wolf," he said softly.
"Love you," Peter said into the kiss.
Sitles waved a hand, using what he called a SCourgigy in his head to clean them both up. he was too tired to get up to get a washcloth and it was easier than finding huimself stick to Peter in the morning.
PEter manhandled Stiles into position, wrapping strong arms around the his mate... they fell asleep.
Sitles woke to the sound of April showers on the skulight. It was osgt and sothing. He snuggled into Peter and fell back askeelp
It was daylight when he woke to the feeling pa Peter carding his hand through Sitle's ahir. Stiles loved havinghis head massaged and leaned into the touch, even though his hair would look like a wild bird's nest by the time he got up.;
"Is there breakdeast?" Stiles asked sleepily.
Peter leaned up and sniffed "There is... pancakes, if I'm not mistaken," he said.
"Ooohh... worth getting up for," Stiles said.
Peter flipped Stipes over omn his bacj. "You'd leave me for pancakes/" Peter mock-growled.
Stiles leaned up for a hiss., "Well, I could be persuaded to stay for a bit..."
Author:
goddess47I am of legal drinking age in my region: YEs
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Teen Wolf, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Challenge/Prompts used: Pansy Parkinson, April Showers, Wolfsbane, Under the Stars, Bird's Nest
Summary: It was a typical Pack get-together
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word count: 800
Author's Notes (if any): I haven't written smut in ages, much less while dirmginkng... so it;s pretty basic sexy times, But it was fun!
Stiles tore the card from the holder on his head.
"Pansy Parkinson? Really? I never would have gotten that!" he cried as he tossed the card back to Lydia. "Who picked this fucking game?"
The others laughed. "You did!"
"Ugh. Don't let me do that agian!" he declared. He sat back and looked up to the night sky. The Pack was sitting outside, under the stars and around a bonfile.
Derek sat a lttle ways away from the fire, no ne disrespsected the Alpha to insist he come closer. Stile was just glad he was there and enjoying the night with them.
Back at th treeline, Peter lounged against a large oak. Even more than Derek, Peter stayed away from the fire pit om the back of the Pack house. Stiles thought that no one beside him really niticed. But tht was okay. He'd have Peter to himself.
Peter ad a drink in his hand that Stiles knew was laced with wolfsbane. It allowed the alcohol to... loosen Peter up. 'Wolves normally weren't affected by alcohol, but the wolfsbane slowed the metaboleazation of the alcohol. Peter would never drink enough to lose control, but he was less prickly than usual.
"Hey, Creeperwold," Stiles said as he left the fire and approached the ;wolf. "I'm getting beat at this game, let's get out of here."
"Certainly," Peter agreed, drawung Stiles close. Stiles closed the distance and brought theirl lips together.
"Get a room!" came a call from the fire.
"We have one!" Sitles called back with a laugh.
"Then use it!"
"Peter grabbed Stiels' hand and drew him away from the group, back to the house. They indeed have a room, one they had shared for the past year,
Stiles stopped for the bathroom, the drinks he had consumed meant a trip to pee. Since Peter hadn't let go of his hand, Peter also used the bathroom and then took them both into the bedroom.
Peter had enough awareness that he was mostly silent. The alcohol loosed his body makde his movements lanquid and easy, They yndressed un the partial dark, the only light from the moon as it opoured through the skylight above the bed.
They fell into bed, a patch of moonlight lighting the center of the bed.
"Waht do you want?" Stiles asked.
"Just you..."
Stiles poked Peter. "More..."
"Ride me..."
Stiles leaned in for a long kidd... "THat I can do..."
Stiles cast the spell to prepare imd for Peter. He moved away from Peter's mouth and nipped at Peter's neck... something reserved for Mats.... Peter forwned and tried to manhand;e Stiels to get him to moce vaster.
"Ah! Patience!" Sitles grinned.
"Stiles...." Peter groaned. The alcohol in hus system made him voice his
Stiles took pity in Peter and miced so he hass rubbed against Peter's cick. Peter shigeted in the bed, trying to get Stiles to make contact with his cock.
Stiles took pity on the 'wolf and moced closer, raising himself above Peter's cock and then slowly settleing down onto Peter's hips.
"Yes...." Peter hissed as Stiles settled fully, taking in Peter's cokc. Stiles raised and lowered imself, using his internal muscles to squeeze thecock. Peter threw his head back, raising his hips to meet Stiles ass.
Stiles writhed to ensure that Peter's cock hit that spot... it wasn't going to take much more at this point...
"Ahhh...." Sitles groaned as he ground down on Peter, his cum spraying over's peter's chest.
As Stiles started to come, Peter stiffened coming in Stiles... a low groan and then Petr fell bakc on the bed.
Stile leaned foreward, kissing Peter.
"Love you, my wolf," he said softly.
"Love you," Peter said into the kiss.
Sitles waved a hand, using what he called a SCourgigy in his head to clean them both up. he was too tired to get up to get a washcloth and it was easier than finding huimself stick to Peter in the morning.
PEter manhandled Stiles into position, wrapping strong arms around the his mate... they fell asleep.
Sitles woke to the sound of April showers on the skulight. It was osgt and sothing. He snuggled into Peter and fell back askeelp
It was daylight when he woke to the feeling pa Peter carding his hand through Sitle's ahir. Stiles loved havinghis head massaged and leaned into the touch, even though his hair would look like a wild bird's nest by the time he got up.;
"Is there breakdeast?" Stiles asked sleepily.
Peter leaned up and sniffed "There is... pancakes, if I'm not mistaken," he said.
"Ooohh... worth getting up for," Stiles said.
Peter flipped Stipes over omn his bacj. "You'd leave me for pancakes/" Peter mock-growled.
Stiles leaned up for a hiss., "Well, I could be persuaded to stay for a bit..."
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Date: 2022-04-25 05:19 pm (UTC)Bwhaha! Excellent use of prompt!
"Get a room!" came a call from the fire.
"We have one!" Sitles called back with a laugh.
"Then use it!"
Love this back-and-forth.
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Date: 2022-04-27 08:45 pm (UTC)Great job with this!
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Date: 2022-04-29 03:46 am (UTC)Good use of the prompts, from Pansy Parkinson all the way to bird's nest.
I really did LOL at Peter trying to get Stiles to "moce vaster".
Also LOL that Peter's cock was then Peter's "cick" and after that Peter's "coke". (Heh, made me think of that ad that went "Things go better with Coke".)
Good smut and also rather sweet.
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Date: 2022-04-30 02:15 am (UTC)“ to get him to moce vaster” — I feel like Peter might be a size queen.
“ Stiles took pity in Peter and miced so he hass rubbed against Peter's cick. Peter shigeted in the bed” —no idea what’s going on here, but I’m down to watch!
And that ending. I love the mild relationship snark.
Thanks for the ride, MA!