Completely by chance, I saw a "human boyfriend for werewolf roleplay" ASMR video on YouTube and thought 1. Stiles would totally do something as reckless as making an ASMR channel for werewolves 2. He would be really good at it and 3. It would definitely blow up in his face.
Bookmarked by maggie28
02 Nov 2019
“I see,” he says softly. There’s a long silence then, where Peter stares at nothing and Stiles mostly manages to release her death-grip on the no-doubt expensive chair she’s sitting in. Just as the quiet becomes unbearable, he speaks again. “You need the protection of a pack, and our help to access the training you need to survive.”
Having it stated so baldly has her suppressing knee-jerk sarcasm and the urge to walk away. But now isn’t the time to quibble over semantics, so she nods curtly. “In a nutshell.”
Bookmarked by maggie28
31 Oct 2019
When Scott gets Stiles tipsy and suggests, grinning, “We should make a tape for the Blue Moon Bakery auditions,” Stiles just giggles into his tequila.
“They don’t want me. They want some cookie cutter pretty girl so she can swoon over Derek,” he sighs.
“Not over Peter?”
Stiles shakes his head. “Girls don’t swoon over Peter, Scott. Because one, Peter’s terrifying, and two, he’s as out as you can be without putting it on a billboard.”
“You swoon over him,” Scott points out.
“That’s because I’m aroused by danger, and also he’s incredibly hot. That fucking neck, man.” Stiles flaps a hand. “Anyway. Besides the point. I can tell you now though, if I was gonna audition, it wouldn’t be the simpering bullshit everyone else sends in, that’s for sure.”
Scott senses his chance and takes it. “So show me, and I’ll film it. For funsies. We can watch it tomorrow.”
Stiles only hesitates for second, and then grins. “Why the hell not? The audition tape nobody asked for, sure.”
- Part 11 of Bunny's Tumblr Prompts
Peter’s gaze is drawn to a long-limbed boy sitting at the end of the table, twirling a breadstick between obscenely long fingers. He has dark, haphazard hair, pale skin, and beauty marks peppering his face and neck. His head is thrown back in a laugh and the line of his throat is long and tempting. Peter wonders what that throat looks like when the boy swallows, and if he’ll make pretty noises when Peter feeds him. He imagines, just for a second, his fingers slipping between those lips, feeling them hot and wet around him.
That one, then.
Even in the dim light, Peter can see Stiles’s cheeks pink up. “He was watching you,” comes Chris’s voice in his ear. “He has a crush.”
Peter can feel his brow furrow. “Oh? But I thought you two were together?”
Chris chuckles against his neck. “We are. But baby has a thing for older men who have pretty blue eyes.” He doesn’t sound the least bit upset about it, and Peter cranes his neck and turns to find Chris grinning.