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Stilinski's Home For Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
Teen+ | 35,197 | 1/1
"At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
I love love love this fic!!! Pack Mom!Stiles is one of my favorite tropes in the Teen Wolf fandom and this one has it in droves. It's a really nice re-read and makes your heart feel all warm and gooey at the end.
Mystery fic gains context yup it’s wolves but maybe not what you’re expecting or maybe it will be - who knows …. @monsterrae1 this one’s for you 💕
It seems very quiet in here right now but if anyone’s around and wants to share I’d love to see - if you don’t usually tag me I’d be very happy to be tagged and see what you’re doing
When Luke uploaded a cover in his bedroom he didn't expect for it to go anywhere past the confines of his family and a few friends he had, he sure as hell didn't expect it to help him make a band. Now this band has to figure out how to be a pack while also becoming stars.
Also known as the guys going from friends to a pack to a family.
Chapters: Can we just go back?; Here's to teenage memories; Say you want me; Take my hand, now and forever.
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Finally got around to writing again and it ofc had to be alpha/Omega smut lol
Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen
Summary:
He knew this went against everything he was ever taught, that him being an Omega was already bad enough but that liking an Alpha this peculiar and un-Alpha like was simply the worst thing Max could ever do.
maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 5)
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue
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Starker focus (Tony x Peter), minor WinterHawk, Winteriron, IronHawk, WinterSpider... basically everyone except Steve
After a few weeks of dating, Peter wants Tony to officially meet his pack.
In Peter’s life, he can’t remember a time where he had to entertain for a guest. He knows he should have learned in high school, when most Omegas would have gone through weeks of household training after their first heat. But his circumstance was unique. His only packmate was Aunt May, and as a single, dominant Beta she had no experience with newly presented Omegas. Or subs for that matter.
Oh, and he didn’t present until a month before leaving for college.
So when he invites Tony to meet his pack, he relies pretty exclusively on Annie to get the house ready. She was trained by her pack Omega and knows exactly what to do to prepare for a first meeting.
Peter is in awe—
— and a little overwhelmed.
Annie is currently fluttering around the kitchen, tossing ingredients around to bake traditional mating pastries and cakes, and directing Peter and Clint around to finish last minute tasks.
“Did you light the candles in the living room, Clint?”
“Yes, Omega,” he responds, cheeky with the use of the formal title, and Peter would laugh if he wasn’t so stressed out.
“Peter, did you scent and nest the couches?”
He flushes a bit at the memory, “Yes, Omega.”
She must hear something in his tone, because she’s suddenly in front of him, hand on his chin, and checking his eyes. He realizes he’s trembling, and it takes all of his effort to maintain their eye contact.
“Clint,” she speaks, low, “can you take him to settle in the living room? I’ll finish up here, make sure you’re both calm and ready, okay?”
It’s barely a question, and Clint moves, immediately steering him away from the kitchen and into their temporary nest in the living room.
The whole room has been covered in their softest and most intimate bedding— pillows, blankets and plush rugs are laid over the floors and furniture to create the illusion of a full room nest. Peter has already spent almost an hour intimately scenting, rolling and rubbing on each item, filling the room with a heady pack scent that is working now to calm him. Annie has chosen candles to reflect their individual scents, so the room is now swirling with Caramel and Cream and Chai.
Clint swoops in and lifts Peter off his feet before settling in one of the nesting areas. Peter giggles, squirming in protest, as Clint moves the blankets around to get comfortable. He shifts to tangle their legs together, and Peter is dwarfed in the larger Beta’s hold.
Their eyes meet, and Clint gives him a devastating smile, causing Peter to laugh again. He snuggles closer, humming as strong arms squeeze tight around his waist.
“Clint?”
“Yeah, Petey?
Peter pauses, unsure how to ask,
“Are you— is it,” he takes a deep breath, sorting through his thoughts, “is there a chance you would ever be okay meeting Steve?”
He knows Clint had trauma with a pack Alpha before, and this has been an open conversation between the three of them since Peter has been seeing Tony, but Clint still seems reluctant to choose either meeting the Alpha or staying out of the mating process.
The silence stretches on, and he finally has to pull back and check on Clint.
He’s confronted with a carefully neutral face as Clint answers, “I don’t want to upset you, Peter.”
Oh, okay. Not a good start.
“You know I love you, right C?”
Clint’s face finally softens, and he looks back into Peter’s pleading eyes,
“Aw, sweet Omega, of course I do. And Tony seems like a great guy. Bucky too— you know I think Bucky’s great. I just… I need more time, Pete.”
This is how their conversation usually goes, and Peter signs, resigned, “Maybe if you just met him—“
“You haven’t even met him, ‘mega,” Clint interrupts, “how can you vouch for his character if you haven’t even met—“
“— because I trust Tony!” Peter raises his voice, “I know Tony and I are meant for each other, Clint. So I have to believe that I’m gonna be compatible with his pack Alpha, because even if— even if it’s just Tony for me, I’m destined to end up the center of Steve’s pack. So yeah, yeah I’m being pushy, Beta, because I’m selfish,” he grabs Clint’s hands and looks into his watery eyes, “I’m selfish and I want to mate you, too.”
“— Petey,”
“No, Clint, enough,” he shushes the larger Beta, turning in his arms and wrapping Clint around his back, “just hold me. We’ll talk about it later. Annie will kill us if I get worked up again.”
He feels Clint nuzzle into the back of his neck, scenting and kissing him tenderly. They lay in silence, slowly relaxing into each other, and listen to Annie moving around in the kitchen.
Clint reaches up, pushing his hair off his forehead, before he whispers, “For what it’s worth… I want to mate you, too, Peter.”
The sentiment almost makes Peter tear up, and he lifts Clint’s hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to his knuckles before resting their intertwined fingers over his heart. He lets his eyes drift closed, and is only half aware of his own purring before sleep overtakes him.
---
A few hours later, the three of them are drinking scent-boosting tea on the couch when Tony and Bucky show up, rapping a few brief knocks on their door. Clint just started warming up the grill for dinner, and Annie gives Peter an encouraging nod to answer the door.
He measures his steps, making sure not to run, and still manages to yank open the front door, startling both men on the other side.
Tony is already smiling, and god Peter forgot how enamored he is. He foregoes tradition for a moment and throws himself into waiting arms, breathing in Tony’s spicy, smokey scent.
Bucky huffs out a laugh, but Peter only has eyes for his Beta. He looks up into whiskey brown eyes, lost in his future mate for a moment or two longer, until someone from inside the apartment clears their throat. Peter flushes in embarrassment for being so distracted, and finally tears his eyes away from Tony, extending his hand to lead Bucky inside as well.
Tony keeps his arm wrapped posessively around Peter’s waist as they move down the hallway, and whispers, “You look stunning tonight, Peter.”
“Thank you, it’s just— Annie said. I mean… Yeah, thanks.” Peter stammers out, ducking his head down as Tony laughs.
“No, I get it, sweetheart. I’m really enjoying the robe,” he winks, and Peter takes another moment to objectively view the living room as they emerge from the hallway. It’s painfully intimate— both the atmosphere and their attire— with all three of them wearing traditional courting robes and flowers. Tony gives him an encouraging smile, so he forces himself to relax.
Time to introduce everyone.
He steps towards his pack, still facing Tony and Bucky, and speaks up, “Thank you for coming, it’s our honor to host you both tonight,” both men smile before Peter continues, “it’s custom to thoroughly scent for compatibility before the night continues, so if… if Omegas and Betas could be seated in opposite nests, that would, um—” he pauses, uncertain, and the rest comes out as a question, “—that would be best?”
“Of course, Pete,” Clint stands, making his way to the other side of the living room, and sits in a different nest. He makes a show of patting the spot next to him, “C’mon Tony, I won’t bite.”
Tony gives both Peter and Bucky an incredulous look, obviously not believing Clint for a second, before flashing a smile and walking over to the offered spot.
Confident and sexy, he can’t help but watch for a moment.
Peter shakes his head and focuses back on Bucky, who seems a bit lost— which is pretty understandable. He gives the other Omega a shy smile before lacing their fingers together, pulling him closer to the vacant spot in Annie’s nest. As Bucky settles in, Annie immediately shifts closer and places a strand of mating flowers around his head.
“Oh, what— I don’t—” he starts to object.
Annie raises her hands, cutting him off, “Everyone is wearing them tonight, got it?”
Bucky reaches up to inspect the delicate blossoms, and Peter is distracted again by the Betas in the other nest— Clint and Tony are both laughing and have identical flowers on their heads. Peter catches Bucky watching as well and they share knowing smiles. The other Omega rolls his eyes and finally relaxes into the nest.
He takes this as a cue to introduce them,
“Bucky, this is Annie. And Annie, Bucky.” and Peter gives a small nod of encouragement to Annie as he stands up to leave them, heading back to neutral space in between the two nests.
After all, it’s his job to keep this night from chaos.
There’s a low murmur as both pairs talk, but Peter raises his voice slightly to gather attention,
“Alright. Perfect. So... it’s traditional for pack Omega to scent all members first. And— and I’m technically that, so,” he shrugs, feeling a bit awkward having to explain the process, “hopefully this isn’t a surprise to anyone.”
With a few hums of agreement and a low whistle from Clint, Peter makes his way over to the Beta nest.
It’s very quiet as Peter walks, even and determined, across the living room. His mate’s eyes darken as he approaches, and he’s acutely aware that every eye is on them. Clint scoots a bit to the side to provide more space as Peter stops in front of their nest, extending his hand for Tony to hold.
“May I scent you, my Beta?” he asks.
Tony’s gaze is sharp as he answers, “Always, my Omega.”
Peter tries not to blush again as he carefully parts his robe down the center, pushing his legs through the opening, and placing a knee outside of Tony’s right thigh, and then left, before settling down onto his mate’s lap. The robe flows behind him to cascade off the front of the nest, and Peter watches as Tony drinks in the sight of his smooth legs and silky pink shorts peeking out from underneath.
As Tony is distracted, Peter seizes the moment to push his hands into Tony’s hair, tangling his fingers in carefully styled waves, and slowly tilts his own head back, exposing his throat.
“So sweet, baby,” Tony croons, sitting up taller to sweep his nose up the side of Peter’s neck, using a hand on the back of his head to guide the Omega in for his own scent.
It’s familiar, it’s so safe, and if the night didn’t have to continue, Peter would have been content to stay in Tony’s arms forever.
Instead, he pulls away, allowing one more deep inhale before shifting to settle on Clint’s lap, repeating the process.
He can tell Clint appreciates their combined scent, and the moment drags on a little longer until Tony growls, low, and settles a hand on Peter’s back. He practically stumbles across the room to Annie and Bucky— dropping in between the two of them as both Omegas latch onto his neck, grabbing him around the waist, greedy for the sweet mix of warm and sweet and spice as they add their own scents into the compatible mixture.
When he’s satisfied by the balance he can feel between the packmates, Peter withdraws from the Omegas, and encourages both Beta and Omega pairs to scent each other and mark the nest they’re a part of. He regrets not being included in this process, but it’s important for him to make sure there's mutual enjoyment and HappyContentPack saturating the air.
His attention is split between the two Betas— both of whom share a similar sense of humor and flirty carelessness in their interactions— and the Omegas— who are now almost horizontal in their nest, eyes closed, and purring. Both couples are lost in the moment, and it makes Peter hum in satisfaction, knowing that his own HappyContentOmega scent is joining theirs.
He clears his throat, waiting for all four sets of eyes to focus back on him, before continuing with the last tradition.
“It’s important that packmates feel safe with each other, so… for the final part, my packmates— Clint and Annie— will stay put, and the visiting pack— Tony and Bucky— will exchange places. This is a symbol of both intimacy and trust from our pack to yours,” he turns to look at Tony, “and from me to you.”
After his speech ends, Peter gives a nod of permission to Tony, and then to Bucky. Both men climb out of the surrounding blankets, and make their way across the room, only stopping briefly to exchange a kiss on the cheek.
Peter resolutely ignores the leering looks from Annie and Clint, as they’re all reminded of Tony and Bucky’s last kiss.
Horny packmates.
Underneath the flirty exterior, Peter knows Clint is nervous about seeing Bucky again— especially with how badly the last meeting turned out. Bucky looks equally hesitant, and slows down considerably when he approaches the nest.
Peter hears a quiet, “—this seat taken?” from Bucky, a laugh from Clint, before the Beta suddenly reaches up, grabs the smaller Omega around the waist, and yanks him down to sit on his lap.
Bucky yelps, flailing a bit, and Clint just laughs harder. Peter can’t help smiling as the two men push each other around, and end up closer and closer together, before leaning in to exchange scents. He shakes his head, dumb boys, and turns his attention over to Tony, who is—
Crying.
What?
Annie is seated across Tony’s lap, gently mopping up his tears with a tissue, as the Beta cries in her arms.
He immediately rushes over, “Tony? What… What happened—”
Tony looks up with a sad smile, and extends an arm for Peter to join them in the embrace. He climbs into the nest, moving only a few blankets around to keep his mate comfortable, and snuggles in closer to Tony’s side. Annie has a disbelieving look on her face, but just shakes her head when Peter makes a questioning noise, and Tony explains—
“My— my mother scents StrawberryOmega, too.”
Surprised, Peter turns to meet Tony’s gaze, which is incredibly soft and nostalgic. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment for his mate, but he has to ask,
“Is that… is that weird for you?”
“No,” Tony replies, immediately, “her scent is Strawberries and Maple Syrup, which is similar, but not too close.” He turns back to Annie and gives her a teary smile, even as he says to Peter, “I just didn’t expect your pack to feel like home.”
Annie probably rolls her eyes, but Peter doesn’t care. He throws himself into his Beta’s lap, distantly aware of the soft, desperate whining noise he’s making, focusing instead on being wrapped up tight in his mate’s arms.
He clings tighter, burrowing deep into the warmth of his Beta and his nest. Gentle fingers stroke through his hair, down his back, until he finally turns over. He doesn’t let himself float for too long, aware of his responsibility to both packs, and wiggles out of Tony’s arms, enjoying the way it makes him and Annie laugh.
“Thank you, Tony,” Peter says, sitting up and meeting Tony’s eyes, “I want to be your home.”
Tony takes both of his hands, “Anything for you, baby.”
Peter feels his eyes flutter closed at the endearment, threatening to pull him back under for a moment, but then—
“Ow! What the—”
Annie shushes him as he rubs the spot where she pinched his arm, and points across the room, hiding a laugh under her hand.
Peter turns to look, and groans at the scene in front of him.
Bucky is on top of Clint, holding his wrists above his head with one hand, as the other disappears between their bodies. The two men are kissing, trading urgent presses of lips and tongue, and breathing quiet moans while their hips move together in a slow, hot rhythm.
Tony, the absolute traitor, is laughing hard and falls back into the nest, gripping his tummy and rolling in amusement. Annie joins in, and Peter huffs out his irritation.
“Boys.”
Nothing, just more laughter and a moan.
“Boys!” Peter yells a bit louder, earning him a, “Mm yes, right there, Omega,”
Incredulous, Peter stands up, “Clinton Barton and James Barnes, you separate this instant!”
With a gasp, the two men fly away from each other, and Clint immediately reaches to cover where he’s obviously hard in his jeans. Tony and Annie still haven’t stopped laughing, and the hilarity of the situation suddenly hits Peter, and he tries not to smile. Bucky looks absolutely smug, and points a finger at Clint,
“Peter, your Beta is a slut—”
— and they all lose it.
---
Later— after the laughing dies down, after Clint and Tony argue about the best way to grill hamburgers, and after their stomachs are full— both packs find themselves piled into a large nest in the center of the living room.
All five of them are enjoying the stillness, the warmth, and the combined, compatible Pack scent.
Peter knows there’s something missing, and he pulls Tony closer,
“Tony,"
“Yeah, baby,"
“... do you feel like— like something’s missing?"
Tony kisses his forehead and hums in agreement, “Not something, Omega. Someone."
Oh. And that makes sense.
“I’ll meet him."
Peter startles at the sudden interruption from Clint, and turns to find his packmate staring at them, expression determined and resolved.
“Clint, are you— are you sure? We can still wait—"
Clint shakes his head firmly, “No, Pete. You’re right: we are missing someone. And as much as I might hate to admit it, I need to meet this Alpha."
The pack grows silent, shifting uncomfortably, unsure how to respond.
“You could come meet ‘im first, just the two of you, to talk and shit,” Bucky suggests, reaching out to squeeze Clint’s arm.
There are a few nods and sounds of agreement, so Peter lets himself settle back into Tony’s embrace as the conversation naturally shifts away from the impending meeting.
As he lets himself float, he hears one, whispered word from Tony,
First, there is the fact that he can’t breathe. Like, literally, his whole body is stunned and his lungs do not work anymore. He is choking on nothing, his corpse getting slowly deprived of oxygen, his head burning, and his mind racing.
Or : It takes a village to raise a child. It takes a pack to save a chimera.
