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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,
@ 2017-10-31 20:08:00

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Stiles really hadn’t been expecting to actually fall asleep before nine. Because he never had before. Aside from if he hadn’t slept for a day or so. He’d been intending to just fake being asleep until his dad had checked on them, but John had come in (expecting some fake sleeping, too) to find Stiles on his back, snoring, and Derek cuddling against him. Derek was even more of a good influence than John could have hoped.

Stiles woke up before his alarm again. And he felt amazing. Not just because it was Friday, and not just because it was Friday. But waking up with Derek did that for him. He leant over and kissed Derek gently on the lips. He ran his fingers gently over the scruff on his mate’s jaw. He hoped he’d be able to grow somewhat of a beard, but omegas didn’t tend to, especially if he was thinking of having babies all the time.

“Do I have to go to school?” Stiles asked quietly as they sat down for breakfast, glancing over his shoulder to check his dad wasn’t creeping up on them. “I’ve got lame classes today, I can breeze through them, we could just go back to yours-“ he said softly. He knew Derek wouldn’t agree. He knew Derek would make him stay in school even during his free periods. Derek was going to be a good dad.

He was glad he actually got to see his dad before he headed to school, though. John woke up and joined them for coffee just before they left. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Derek still there.

“You both slept well, hm?” He asked with a smirk over the rim of his coffee cup. “Good early night?”

“Well we both have busy days- I’ve got school, Derek has realtor and grocery appointments, got to be well rested,” Stiles said with a shrug. He had no other explanation, other than all the sex they’d had and the fact that sleeping next to Derek was incredibly calming.

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

“So you’re like- the...pack deputy now?” John queried. The ins and outs of werewolf packs and their workings weren’t completely common knowledge among humans without a pack. And it varied a lot. So John had no real knowledge of where Stiles now fit in. “You were in Scott’s pack though?”

“Well yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “But Derek is my mate. It’s not like we’re all adhereing to usual pack dynamics here anyway, dad.”

John looked at Derek. He’d known Talia and the Hale pack, he’d been a year beneath Derek’s dad in school, they’d played lacrosse together, he knew things were different. Dating, bonding, mating.

“If you have some time, Derek, maybe you can... run through some things with me.”

“Dad-“

“Son, it’s important. This is your life now. You’re mates with a werewolf. I need to know what that entails.”

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_stiles
2017-11-28 02:31 pm UTC (link)

“Nngh, fuck-“ Stiles purred. “You’re just- you’re so fucking brilliant-“ he breathed. It wasn’t as though it wasn’t clear before, but Derek would obviously do anything for him. Anything Stiles asked. And it wasn’t as though Stiles had him wrapped around his finger, Derek was just a good mate. Stiles hoped he was, too. He would do anything Derek asked of him.

“I knew you would- I knew you’d like that idea,” Stiles murmured. “You’ve waited all this time to find yourself an omega who also wants to fuck you, who’ll find a way to give you their knot-“ he let out another little groan as Derek rolled his hips, feeling the knot throb inside him. His laughter died to another moan when he felt Derek come again. God, Stiles really didn’t know if his contraception was going to work, Derek was just filling him over and over-

“I like that you like how I smell,” Stiles breathed out, because he really was fond of how much Derek snuffled at him and breathed him in. And to him, Derek smelt more and more like home, like safety. “Makes me feel good. Like I’m good for you,” he whispered. “And of course I’m going to call you that. You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?”

His hand found Derek’s on his hip and lead it down to his belly. He should feel bad at the thrill of the tiny prospect of them knotting twice in a day to be too much for their pills, but they’d tried at least. No one could deny that.

“Is there anything else we need to do this weekend? You need help house hunting or anything? I can help. I’m very helpful-“ Derek’s knot was still throbbing inside him, but already Stiles was sure it was going down. If they could hold out til tomorrow evening Stiles was sure they’d be able to stay tied together longer. “Need to work everything out so I can help before I get pregnant- cow I know at least one alpha who won’t let me lift a damn finger once I am,” he grinned , turning his head to as best he could to kiss Derek’s jaw.

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surlier
2017-11-28 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"Waited all this time for you--" they were extremely sexually compatible as far as Derek could tell -- and he wouldn't want it other way. They had similar interests, they'd both lost at least one of their parents, and they both knew that making a new family wasn't replacing what they'd lost. It was like a new growth forest after a fire.

And if that family started now? Derek knew it would be better to wait, but everything else said to do it now. To make Stiles pregnant during his heat, to fill him like he was now until he ended up -- he shuddered against his mate, hips bucking forward to keep him buried deep even as his knot throbbed and continued to deflate.

"You are good for me," Derek whispered back as his hand splayed wide over his belly. Possessive. Protective. "Can't wait to feel this swelling. To feel our baby kicking here. Feel it grow in you," he said just as quietly.

"And I love it when you talk dirty." His hips gave a little jolt forward. "Feel what happens when you talk dirty to me? Pretty sure you can," he teased a little. It shouldn't be a surprise that he enjoyed al the filthy things they said to one another. It wasn't something he was ever going to tire of.

Returning to his nuzzling spot at the nape of his neck, fingertips flexing against his belly, he simply breathed in again. Stiles smelled like -- like his. They smelled of sex, of semen and slick and arousal, but now his ssweet cookie smell was wrapped up in happy and laced with the fall scent his mate loved so much. Once he had his bite, his own scent would be laced with Stiles, and he pressed a little more flush against his back with that thought. "You are very helpful, but I just want to spend time with you. And the pack. Our pack," he murmured. "And of course I won't. No heavy lifting for you, so I'll make sure to do all the handling of your dick once you're pregnant, " he teased, grinning as he got his kiss.

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_stiles
2017-11-29 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Whilst there wasn’t a significant age difference between them it was still there, still enough that Derek really had been waiting. Stiles hadn’t at all. Certainly he’d had the younger teenage dreams of wanting to find a mate (hell, when he’d been younger he’d have been happy to have just touched someone or made out with them) but there had been no time at all between him presenting and finding out he was supposed to be with Derek. At least Derek hadn’t been pining all this time, looking for a mate he couldn’t find. At least he’d been pragmatic and thought maybe he just didn’t have one-

But their lives had always been twisting around each other, they had so much in common, as they’d found out from their times alone together. And not just the loss of loved ones. They were both a lot more than that.

Stiles smiled at the hand pressing to his stomach, at the warm feeling that flooded through him at the thought of growing big with their child; the first time they’d see the scan, the first time they’d hear its heartbeat, feel it move, see it properly in an ultrasound when it had a little face and hands and feet.

“You’ve hardly got a clean mouth yourself,” he teased, settling back further into Derek’s arms. “I read online that at various points in pregnancy I could get really horny and needy because of the hormones. I’m sure you wouldn’t be against fucking me whilst running your hands all over my bump, huh?” Yeah, Stiles was pretty sure he could just remind Derek how fertile he was and his mate would be ready to go.

“Our pack-“ that was nice. Derek’s betas had taken it in their stride with impressive ease. Scott hadn’t, but Scott was an alpha on his own, and another werewolf, and not really Derek’s pack. Maybe that was what was making it so difficult for him to grasp.

“I really think Boyd and Issac would jump at the chance to help you with your- nngh, with your school-“ Stile breathed, lettingoit out a little moan when Derek’s cock twitched inside him again. “That’s another reason I wouldn’t want us to go far for college. Even if they do. I’d want them to always feel like they’re home here, so I think we should stay here.”

Stiles brought Derek’s fingers up to his mouth, kissing them and nibbling on the pads. “Do you think you’ll turn anyone else? Will they and me and the pups be enough? I don’t mind how many betas you want. Scott wants loads but he’s a jackass.”

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surlier
2017-11-30 02:30 am UTC (link)

They did have a lot more in common than lost loved ones, but the fact that Derek didn't have to explain some things that he might have to explain to someone that had never lost anyone -- it meant a lot to him. It meant that he had less he had to lay bare to someone else, and meant more that he could trust Stiles to understand.

"Good thing you seem to like my filthy mouth," he said with a little laugh. Just hearing Stiles say dirty things could make him hard, when his mate really got into it -- yeah. Enthusiastically.

"I'm sure there are a limited amount of things which we could be doing where I would say no to fucking you." While rubbing his hands all over Stiles was not one of them. Or his bump. Or while sucking on his nipples until they leaked milk.

Or while their pack was watching. He growled a little, lips still curved into a smile as his knot gave one last twitch. A few more minutes and he'd be able to pull out, but his arms tightened around Stiles' frame, and he pressed his face into the back of his neck again.

"We can stay here. As long as the local colleges have what you want, we can stay." Wherever Stiles was, that's where he would be, and he knew that even if Stiles did have to go away for school, they'd be back here to raise their family.

To be with their family. Maybe on their property with the school they should build a little cottage, something small, suited for one or two people as they aged --

And was promptly distracted by Stiles doing something filthy to his fingers. Christ. He sighed out across his skin, but didn't pull back, happy to let his mate play as he willed. "I don't know. We have to consider that there might be others in the area that want to join us, or kids that graduate, or parents that come here because their kids are going to school here."

There were lots of other reasons for their pack to grow, and Derek wasn't sure about biting anyone else, save for if Stiles wanted it. It'd gone wrong with Paige, and he was sure it wouldn't with his mate, but anyone else? It'd always be something he'd worry about. "Speaking of Scott, I invited him to come over an hour earlier so we can talk. I'm hoping -- I want -- I know how important his understanding is to you."

And maybe they'd finally be able to bridge that gap.

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_stiles
2017-11-30 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yeah, I like your filthy mouth all over me," Stiles smirked, though his tone was hardly flirtatious, giggling a little as he cuddled up to Derek.

"I kinda hope we don't come across anything you'd say no to- I think I've told you my biggest and weirdest kink, an it seems as though you'd pretty into it," he shrugged gently. "Can't think of anything else you wouldn't like if you're happy to mount me as a wolf and suck at my nipples whilst I'm making milk for our babies-"

Oh, or whilst their pack was watching. Stiles had forgotten about that for the moment, but no doubt he'd remember sooner rather than later.

"I'm sure I can find something nearby. I'm so indecisive right now it'd be nice to have it narrowed down for me," he huffed, because picking any one subject was going to be difficult. He'd have to start applying really soon, but if he was just looking local it really would make it a lot easier.

"So you can just- they can just decide they want you as their alpha?" Stiles asked, still kissing Derek's fingers. "Would they not have alphas already? Whoever made them or their families? i mean, wolves aren't just born, are they? There has to be wolves in the family first?" Stiles was pretty sure that was true. "Or would they be young enough that they'd be expected to move to other packs? I know when some packs get too big sometimes the kids just move off- or if they're from dysfunctional homes, I guess. Hey, we're gonna just have a pack made up of our pups and wayward betas who need some love! And I'll be mom to all of them!"

He knew Derek would love having more people join their pack, wolf or human, especially if they needed the big love a pack could provide. Derek was a carer, he'd absolutely flourish having people to look after. Like he did now, even with Stiles' friends who weren't wolves and didn't really consider themselves pack.

Stiles pulled his fingers away from Derek's fingers to look at him, a little frown on his face. "You invited him over early?" he asked. Well, of course it was for the best, and of course Derek was doing it for that reason, but Stiles didn't like the thought of Scott somehow insulting his mate. Intentionally or accidentally. "I love him, I need him to understand. I need him to know this is how it's going to be. That I'm not going to live the college dream we've always talked about, cos I have a mate, we're going to have children. I don't know if it's that, y'know? The denial or- thinking we're not going to be doing all the things we planned, when we thought we'd both be betas, just living the high life-"

He reached around to stroke his fingers through Derek's hair. "I don't want you to jump to conclusions about me not wanting this, either. Given the option I'd pick setting up home with you over eternal college life with Scott every time. I want our pups so much, Derek. I want them- I want them so much that I kind of have this empty feeling, this big ache where I think they should be. After you knotted me the first time- after, I felt it so badly. It kinda felt like I was grieving for them, because we hadn't made them-"

Stiles stopped, sucking in a few breaths, nervous at having admitted that, in case he was crazy, in case there was something wrong with that kind of obsession.

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surlier
2017-12-01 01:54 am UTC (link)

The tone might not be flirtatious but the words still were. He hid is grin in the edge of Stiles' shoulder without shame.

"There might be something I want that you'd say no to, but I'm hoping we don't come across anything either." To say that he was into it wasn't quite accurate -- he was into Stiles. And he'd be more than happy to help his mate achieve his fantasy and enjoy every second of it.

"What part -- or parts -- are you having problems deciding about?"

The kissing wasn't designed to arouse at the moment, it was more affection than anything else, and Derek watched for a few minutes before pressing his nose into Stiles' cheek. "Yes. I was born a werewolf, but my mother was one. To have a werewolf child one or both parents have to be a werewolf, either born or made. Some packs have multiple alphas -- in hierarchy, not orientation -- but they usually aren't healthy packs. But then you also have kids that have been bitten and that have human parents -- and they might opt for a different alpha. Or if their alpha has been killed -- there are a lot of reasons why they might not have one, or might switch packs--" and he grinned, big and stupid at Stiles calling himself mom.

"Mom or human daddy?" Because he remembered that Stiles didn't want to be feminized, and he very much liked his very male mate. And he also loved the thought of them having a swelling pack, not just with their kids but with with others-- and he rubbed his mouth over the edge of his shoulderblade messily. Not sorry.

It was impossible to notice when Stiles moved away, even if he couldn't smell that hitch in his scent. "Yes," he hissed out. How could he explain this? He listened, and then shook his head slowly. "Partially, but you have a familial bond with one another. He's an Alpha, and he's probably acting more like your father right now than your brother. He'll never see it that way, but he is. I should have presented myself as your suitor and he'd be having a much easier time now. I'll deal with that tomorrow."

This was important to Stiles and thus, important to him. He went quiet again, listening, his brows drawing up slightly. He'd never heard of that before, but he'd never been mated either, but it made sense. The sadness in the shower. Now, the faint tinge of uneasiness rolling off his mate.

His fingers stroked up and down Stiles' side, eyes shutting fast as he finally eased out of his mate and immediately tugged on him so they might be face to face. "I'm glad to know you want this, but I'm worried about this hurting you." That was one thing Derek never wanted. "Maybe it means your --" that there was something wrong with the birth control. "We should call Deaton, just to make sure."

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_stiles
2017-12-01 11:21 am UTC (link)

"Mhm, all those hidden kinks you've picked up in your wild days in New York. I bet loads of people were hankering over your masters degree ass," Stiles chuckled. "I mean, I spend a lot of time on the Internet, Der, so there's probably not a lot of things you could be into that I would be shocked by. As long as I'm not left physically scarred beyond my mating bite, I can't think of anything I would draw the line at- oh, mental torture. But you don't seem to be the type to find that kinky-"

Stiles' fingers ran gently over whichever parts of Derek's skin he could find, petting him gently as they spoke. "I guess the field of study firstly. Like, do I want to go into forensics because it's awesome and interesting, but I'm never gonna be like, chief forensics expert. Or I can go into like, supernatural studies - like, focusing on psychology and behaviour and instinct, so I could help look after all our new little wolves. Or criminal psychology, so I could still work for the police but- but maybe not. I know the smaller colleges nearby don't do forensics, so I mean, I guess that was never meant to be-" he shrugged. He wasn't too sad about it really.

He hummed as Derek explained things to him. He knew a lot, Stiles would never let a topic go until he was satisfied, but there was a difference between reading it in a book and hearing it from an actual expert. There was a chance one or several of their pups wouldn't be wolves, but Derek had had younger family members who weren't, too, and he'd know how to make sure they didn't feel left out.

Stiles smiled. "Whatever they want to call me. Well, our pups, I'd prefer daddy or papa or some variation, whichever you don't want, but the other packs kids, I don't mind."

He felt bad for moving away, as though he were accusing Derek of something, as though he were annoyed with him, which was far from the truth. Things were just so complicated regarding Scott, and it felt as though Stiles had no control over it.

"My dad didn't get so shitty about it," he huffed. "And he had every right to be- older alpha deflowering his only son. But Scott just straight up rejected the idea. He hasn't even tried to listen to me. I dunno if he thought I'd just stay with him forever and not have a mate or- I dunno. I don't want this to end our friendship. Cos we're both gonna be living around here forever and I want him to know our kids."

Stiles let out a little moan when Derek pulled out of him, biting down on his lip. He rolled over easily and cuddled up to Derek's chest. "It's fine, it's nothing, it's just my body going through changes. Just- just reacting to things. Cos it's natural, right? I'd be pregnant if I wasn't on contraception- and now I'm just like 'oh, no baby, nevermind-' cept I guess I do mind, but I'll get over it, it's fine. It's not a big deal." He didn't want to talk to tell Deaton. He didn't want to hear what Deaton would say. Maybe there was something wrong with him after all.

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surlier
2017-12-01 12:01 pm UTC (link)

"I'm pretty sure you're the only one turned on by the fact that I have a master's degree." An eyebrow perked up, but he already knew about Stiles Internet time and how good that hadn't been for the younger man. "No," no torture, but the tips of his ears still turned red and he kept his face tucked into Stiles' shoulder.

"You could always find a school that offers those things, or community college, and do a year or two of general courses, all the prereq's and then finalize your field of study." It would give him more time to decide, and the community college was right there in the center of town. As long as he could transfer his credits, that could work.

That eyebrow perked up on the decision of titles from their kids. "I like daddy or papa too," he admitted quietly. "Stiles Stilinski, pack mom. I can't wait until one of our kids points out that you're actually pack papa," Derek said with a little laugh.

And had to bite back another one when Stiles got to deflowering. Only because it made him think about a field full of Stiles-flowers, their little faces turned up to the sun, and him running through it picking them. "Your virginity was never the compelling thing about you," he said quietly. "And you have every right to be upset, he's been ignoring you, focused on Kira, and then he didn't listen, but maybe we should find out why he can't accept it and work from there." He tilted his chin up to kiss the edge of Stiles' jaw. "And if you want, I can talk to him first and you can glare daggers at his crooked jaw through the window," he added, teasing, because it was a little bit easier than what came next.

"Yes, your body is going through changes and maybe you are just reacting to things, but --" what if the contraception was hurting Stiles? "What if it's because you're on birth control? Or maybe we need to have it changed--" He didn't know. "If it's the BC that's causing it, I don't want you on it." And if Stiles wasn't on it, there was no way that they were going to make it through his heat without him getting pregnant. His eyes flashed red, hands scraping down his sides until he could press their pelvises flush. There was no way he could get hard again, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be close. "I don't want it to be hurting you."

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_stiles
2017-12-01 05:50 pm UTC (link)

"Psh, lies," Stiles smiled playfully, patting Derek's arm. "I bet you were really popular in college. You were hot as hell when you got back here. Sixteen year old me didn't stand a chance. I thought you were hot when you were sixteen, so-" he grinned.

"I'll get a couple of brochures from school on Monday, they want our applications in like, now, but I've been procrastinating."

He smiled when Derek agreed to their names as parents. "Are you more keen on daddy or papa? I kinda think papa Derek and daddy Stiles sounds better, daddy Derek kinda sounds like you're a porn star," Stiles grinned. "But we can think about it nearer the time. Plus, it'd be kinda weird if I wanted to start calling you 'daddy' and our pups were, too-" he winked.

Stiles' smile softened at Derek's words; he knew that Derek didn't just love him or want him because he'd been a virgin. "I just want to know. I mean, I guess it is mostly because of- he's worried and everything you said, but I don't want him to think he has any say over me. I don't want him being shitty because he thinks I should be in his pack. Or if he should be the one finding a mate for me-"

He moved his head so that Derek could kiss his jaw, softening, relaxing into his mate's embrace. "I think you should talk to him first. You're better at it. I'll just end up fighting with him and we won't get anything done." Stiles laughed gently at Derek's teasing, nudging him gently.

His laughter slipped away again, another frown on his face. "You think it'll make me feel like that? It's just supposed to stop me getting pregnant, I don't think it could make me feel- I mean-" Stiles looked away, his eyes anywhere but on his mate. "I don't want to go to him and have him tell me something's wrong. I don't want him to tell us we shouldn't have children because I'm crazy or because- because of something else. Or-" he let out a gasp as Derek's hands ran down his sides and he was pulled closer. "I don't want to know if something is really wrong. Or if I have to come off of it- Derek, what if I have to come off of it?"

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surlier
2017-12-01 06:45 pm UTC (link)

"I was busy in college--" busy studying, busy hiding. Busy doing anything but saying, but he'd made a few friends there, enough that he was asked to help a few of his friends through their heats. But any time he heard someone commenting on his appearance, he'd only avoided them and dived deeper into his studies.

"Did you really?" He thought he looked dorky then, but it'd gotten better as he'd gotten older. And he wasn't at all surprised to hear that Stiles had been procrastinating getting his application in. "Do I need to cut you off?" He asked, mostly joking.

"I don't really--" have a preference. "Big papa wolf? Is this where this is going? Or are you thinking something kinky with calling me daddy. You can be daddy Stiles." Only now he was smirking, eyes flaring a dull red at the possibilities.

"He-- I'll talk to him. See what he says." It wasn't an Alpha to Alpha talk, but Derek knew that he didn't have the same emotional connections that would make it a minefield for Stiles. He was fairly sure it wasn't about controlling Stiles as it was ensuring his safety and knowing that their friendship wouldn't be divided by Derek.

It was sober enough that the switch back to Stiles feelings wasn't an abrupt one, and he nursed his body with his own. His scent was everywhere, but the smack of nervousness stuck in his nares. "It can play with your hormones, which can play with your emotions." Stiles was so worried-- he pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Baby, stop. We don't know that anything's wrong. Something might not be. But I'd rather ask Deaton. It might be that you need to change pills, we don't know. But I don't think you're crazy. And it might be completely normal -- I don't know. I've never -- never had anyone I wanted to get pregnant." It shouldn't be a surprise. "And if you can't --" his eyes did flare red then, a low pleased growl coming out of him before he could stop it. "Then you can't. Even if you get pregnant now -- you'd have to take your second semester off, and go to summer classes to catch up." It wasn't optimal, but they could -- Stiles didn't have to give up anything.

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_stiles
2017-12-01 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Stiles smiled. Derek- Derek wasn't one to use his exceptional good looks for evil. In all the time Stiles had known him he'd nearly always had several books on the go and was usually studying something for fun and that- that was one of the reasons Stiles loved him. Kindred spirit.

"No, no, I promise, Monday. I'll get it done. I'll get the paperwork, I'll sit my ass down and I'll get it all done. I won't sleep until I have some kind of application form finished!" Which could mean an all nighter because Stiles procrastinated up to this point, he'd carry on doing it way up to the last possible moment. He wasn't a quitter!

"Oh no, I was going straight for kinky," Stiles chuckled. "You're older than me, you've got money, you're my alpha, that's a daddy kink all lined up right there," he teased. "I don't think you'd want to call me daddy, would you? I don't have that much to offer. Unless it's when you want me to fuck you-" there was an idea. His body wasn't willing to go through all the stages of arousal right now, but he'd store that away for later.

No matter what Derek said, Stiles was still reluctant to ask Deaton. He knew they should, because there were still plenty of contraceptives to try, and the odds of the first one being a perfect match were slim. But he was nervous about it. And between them being prescribed and now, and especially since he'd first gotten that feeling, there'd been no time for him to look all over the Internet for any information on what he was going through.

A shiver ran through him when Derek growled, when he saw his mate's eyes glowing softly. Stiles gazed up at him, feeling warm and comfortable and soothed. "I think you'd kinda like that, wouldn't you?" he purred, running his fingers over Derek's jaw. "How terrible, contraception didn't work-" and certainly Stiles would conceive in his heat without anything stopping him, but the odds were their pup would be made as soon as Stiles came off of his pill. Give or take a few days. "You've got it all planned out. But you'd still follow me to school, huh? Make sure me and your baby are okay-"

Protective Derek was another kink of Stiles', but he wasn't about to purposefully do anything to bring that out. He knew Derek would instinctively want to do everything to keep his mate and child safe, it would be cruel to play on that.

"We'll call him tomorrow. Maybe it's something he won't need to see me about, we can just talk over the phone," Stiles shrugged, hoping that would be the case. He didn't want them to waste their weekend, or any later time together, hanging out at the clinic.

"Shall we go back to bed? Try and get some real sleep?"

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surlier
2017-12-02 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"Hmmm," Derek hummed thoughtfully. Stiles had said that getting rewarded helped him -- "Maybe I shouldn't offer to cut you off. Maybe I should promise you a spanking instead, to make sure you get it done early." A spanking wasn't punishment, not for Stiles, and not with the way he reacted when he'd been bent over his bed and his cheeks reddened by Derek's hand.

Or maybe to call him daddy, given the sudden spike in his scent. Just scent though, his body too tired to do much else. "I think you'd like it if I did." Which definitely meant that he would.

He could still see the reluctance in his eyes, the slight way he held his shoulders. Derek didn't think something was wrong with Stiles, just that something might not be right. That things could be better, but not for a second did he really believe it was something that would keep them from conceiving.

"I kinda would," he said quietly. "It'd fit the schedules better if we waited. It's responsible." His chin lifted slightly, edging into Stiles' touch. "And yet--" his eyes continued to glow, and he didn't bother trying to stop them. "I want nothing more than to bring you home in eleven days, get you into bed, and knot you until your heat ends early because you're pregnant."

And if his contraception failed -- at least they tried. No one could say they hadn't, not with the both of them on it-- "Follow? No, I'd take you to school, and pick you up," and kiss him outside the car when they parted in the morning and again in the afternoon when they met again.

His hands splayed wide over his sides, but he was glad that Stiles didn't provoke that in him. No whispered provocations about it, not when his mate and their future children meant so much to him.

"I'm sure it can be taken care of over the phone, I'd feel better if we talked to him though." His head tilted slightly, and he dipped forward to scent him again. "You don't smell sad now though. Did you not feel the same after this time?"

That seemed prudent to ask. And as for bed -- "What happened to the rest of the cake? We should clean up the couch -- and you." Cause he hadn't quite finished cleaning up Stiles before he'd rolled him over and they had sex, and there was still a brown smear of icing and cake across his ribs. "Then sleep."

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_stiles
2017-12-03 11:42 am UTC (link)

Stiles' eyes lit up. Now, that was a good way of getting his attention. "I'll do it here, I'll bring the applications over here and you can watch me do them," he said quickly, his eyes still sparkling with the promise. "Then you can reward me right after! And also check them over, cos I get distracted and I might write something dumb." He was pretty sure his ADHD had been calmer since he'd started seeing Derek, since the two of them had been intimate with each other. Perhaps all this time his ADHD had been a symptom of what he was waiting for.

"Responsible," Stiles nodded his head in agreement. It would be. He wanted a child, but he wanted them both to be ready so that nothing had to be compromised, so that they were absolutely ready.

And yet? Stiles shivered when he met Derek's glowing eyes, a tiny little moan slipping from his lips when Derek mentioned his heat, knotting him, impregnating him. His eyes fluttered, fingers stroking over Derek's chest. "I want that, too. I want it so much. I want to feel our child inside me-"

He smiled softly, nodding his head, because Derek would do that. Of course he would. "Take me to school, pick me up, kiss me goodbye and hello. Put your hands all over my belly- because our baby would have missed you, too."

Another swell of longing went through him.

And yeah, going to see Deaton would probably be for the best. Stiles nodded. "Okay, okay, we'll go and see him. We'll call him and see if he has time tomorrow. I'll keep taking my pills, though."

It would be a lie to say he felt better, but having told Derek made things less bad. "I think just sharing with you," he whispered. "I think it makes it less- I feel less crazy now that I've told you. Now you know."

Stiles looked around, looking for the cake. It was only a few inches away from the edge of the sofa. "No worries on cake locating. But the couch-" yeah, he'd come all over that. "Might need to get some throws or something. Sorry. But that is what happens when you make me come all over things." And oh, yeah, he was covered in cake.

"Shower? I don't think either of us have the strength to lick me clean, huh? I'll clean up the sofa if you wanna put the cake away?" Stiles leant in and kissed Derek softly, lingering against his lips.

Ten minutes later they were back in bed, and everything was as clean as it could be. Stiles spooned up against Derek's side, draped over him. They'd have their whole lives like this. They'd get to wake up together over and over every day. Little additions along the way, then their kids would grow up and live somewhere else, or at least be old enough to not come into their bed, then it'd be the two of them again. But always he and Derek, always waking up together.

"I love you, so much. I can't explain how I feel now. Like, complete. Which is lame, I know. I'm like a bad Hallmark card."

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surlier
2017-12-03 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Given the way his eyes lighted up, maybe a reward system was the way to go with Stiles. "I'll read over them, you can probably even do a few online and get them in faster." He suspected Stiles might enjoy that, especially if he got a tease between applications. Nothing too much, just something to remind him of what was waiting once he was done.

"When we call, we'll ask. You might not have to go in--" which meant they could stay at home, in various stages of undress. The edges of his vision went red with that, a pleased rumble hanging in his chest.

"You're not crazy." Not about this, and he edged his nose under Stiles' chin to kiss the soft spot of his throat. "You aren't. We both know we want kids, I just don't want that desire to hurt you. And it might just be the pills--" Derek didn't know, not about this, and he wanted ultimately what was best for Stiles.

Even if that meant taking him off the pills.

He kissed his throat again, and grinned once the cake was located. The couch however -- yeah, he knew they were going to mess that up. "We'll have to order one of those covers for couches. The spill proof ones." Because avoiding the couch for sexual activities? Yeah, pass. The counter, the walls, the kitchen table and the couch -- all approved places for sex.

Once the cake was in the fridge and everything as clean as it was going to get, they were back in bed. Derek waited for Stiles to get comfortable before covering them with a sheet and folding his arms around his mate. "It's not lame," he said quietly. "It's like going through life not realizing that you're missing something vital, and then you've got it all of a sudden, and you're not quite sure how it fits, but you know it does."

That's how it was like for him. He dropped a kiss to Stiles' forehead. "I love bad Hallmark card you. Are you ready to get some sleep? I know we missed the movie, but I liked what we ended up doing more."

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_stiles
2017-12-03 09:10 pm UTC (link)

"Mm, see, you're so smart," Stiles grinned. "I'll look and see which of them I can do online and then you can praise me in between. Tell me I'm your good boy and I'm going to be as clever as you," he cooed, stroking his fingers through Derek's hair.

The worry about Deaton and their day could wait. It could just wait. He'd worry about it in the morning when they could call their doctor and find out what he wanted to do. Yeah, there was no point in worrying now. He didn't want to ruin the time they had together.

But he did like the way just talking about this made Derek's eyes glow. He liked how the mere thought of Stiles being with child brought out that side of his mate. The protective touches and the little rumbles-

He slept deeply, not moving away from Derek's arms, letting his mate's breath brush his hair as they lay entwined.

Stiles woke before Derek. He was hard, but so was the other man, the firm length of his dick pressed up against Stiles' thigh. And, Stiles remembered, Derek had made mention of waking him up with a blowjob at least once. Well, that wasn't going to happen today, but Stiles could turn the tables.

He had to be quiet, because Derek had super hearing and was always sensitive to where Stiles was, but he still managed to wriggle down Derek's body, smirking as his mate shifted slightly, making everything just a little easier for Stiles.

Draping himself over Derek's thighs, Stiles nuzzled at the base of his cock, dragging his tongue down to lick at his balls before he kissed his way up Derek's shaft. It twitched against his lips and Stiles moaned happily, mouthing his way up to the crown, fluttering little kitten licks there before his lips parted and he slowly took his lover into his mouth, sinking down, trying to take in as much as he could, wanting to have Derek moaning before he fully woke.

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surlier
2017-12-03 09:25 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't a dream, but he was caught between waking and sleeping, that thin twilight place where he was aware, but not fully awake. His mate was moving, but not leaving the bed, the mattress hadn't bounced with the absence of his weight, and he made a groggy, questioning noise without his eyes ever opening.

Maybe he should have woken up a little more. Then he could have watched his mate toying with his length, kissing and licking his way up, before he finally took it in--

Derek moaned, his entire body arching as he slammed into wakefulness. both hands coming down to cup the back of Stiles' head. It was all hot, wet suction that had his thighs tensing beneath Stiles' weight. "Fuck, baby. Good morning to you too," he growled out, eyes finally flickering open to look down, another moan ripping free as he watched his cock disappear between those plush, pink lips.

This was so much better than any dream he could have been having. "God, Stiles, your mouth --" One hand traced the line of his cheek down, thumb swiping over the shiny corner. "It feels so fucking good," he moaned, hips slowly leaving the bed to thrust up, careful not to surprise him and make him choke.

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_stiles
2017-12-04 08:42 am UTC (link)

Oh yes, yep, that was what Stiles wanted. That was what he had been aiming for, drawing that dirty, beautiful noise from Derek’s lips before he woke up.

He himself groaned when Derek arched up, letting out a longer, lower purr when Derek’s fingers slid into his hair. He would have smirked but he was quite busy. Stiles was already looking up, watching Derek’s face flicker into wakefulness, watching the pleasure light it up. So their eyes met, and Stiles’ own cock gave a happy throb between his legs.

Derek’s voice was rough and made him tremble, and he began to move up and down slowly. Stiles closed his eyes as Derek’s finger traced his cheek, letting out another moan when his mate touched the corner of his lips, because fuck, he loved it when Derek looked at the places he was stretching him open. When he touched between Stiles’ legs as he fucked him, or this-

And God, how he loved the way Derek thrust. Stiles repositioned himself, nudging Derek’s legs open and leaning over, relaxing his throat so that Derek could push up into him. But just to encourage, Stiles began to move up and down again, twisting his lips as he went, enjoying the filthy, wet noise he was making as he went.

He hadn’t spoken yet, hadn’t said anything to Derek, and he kind of likes that. That aside from his moans he was just silently giving his mate pleasure. Okay, so that was another kink. Letting Derek use him. Like a thing.

Stiles moaned again, sliding up, dragging his tongue around Derek’s head, tasting his precome.

Reaching for Derek’s hand, he guided it back to his head, holding it against the base of his skull as he once again began to move his mouth up and down, knowing Derek would get the hint.

His cock throbbed painfully, his thighs damp with his slick. Stiles was in heaven.

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surlier
2017-12-04 11:56 am UTC (link)

It was almost weird to have Stiles who was normally so talkative be so quiet, but as his mouth was full, Derek didn't expect anything less. And he wasn't truly quiet, not with those sounds he was making, that groan and the purr that made his toes curl up as the vibrations rumbled down his cock.

Fuck.

"I thought I was going to get to wake you up with a blowjob," he said with a little huff of a laugh, his hand withdrawing from Stiles' face to reach back and shove another pillow under his head so he could watch a little easier.

Watch when Stiles settled between his legs, ass in the air for half a second, but then he could feel Stiles' mouth relaxing around him, as if giving permission and Derek knew what he wanted. But there was that sound, that wet, messy sound that Stiles was making as he took his length, and Derek couldn't quite stop the growl rumbling in his chest as he rocked up, fucking into the ring of his lips and edging towards the back of his throat.

"Fuck, baby--" and he nearly howled, eyes slamming shut as that wickedly delightful tongue dragged up, thighs giving a little jolt as it moved over the sensitive crown.

Stiles didn't have to say a word about what he wanted, Derek knew as soon as he felt his hand being placed on the base of his skull. He moaned, eyes flashing red as soon as he caught the whiff of Stiles' slick.

"Don't come yet," was all the warning he gave as their eyes met, and he thrust upwards, fingers going tight in Stiles' hair for a second before they relaxed, spread out, pads rubbing against his scalp to soothe the little hurt of having his hair pulled. And then he dd it again, moaning as he fucked into his mouth, his knot throbbing but not swelling up yet. "One day, one day I'm going to knot up your mouth and I'll come so much, all over you, won't be able to help myself--"

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_stiles
2017-12-04 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Don't come yet. Stiles whined, because now he'd been asked it was going to be almost impossible to think of anything else, but he wanted this more. He wanted Derek's fingers digging into his hair, wanted to hear those moans, the curses, see the flashing in his mate's eyes as he picked up exactly what it was Stiles wanted and gave it to him so very willingly.

Fuck, he loved those noises Derek made, loved that he was happy to fuck into Stiles' mouth- Stiles ran his fingers over Derek's thighs, dragging his nails gently across the skin, caressing the tight muscles there.

The next sound he made was more like a sobbing moan when Derek spoke about his knot. Yes. Yes. Stiles would love to get his lips around it. He'd love to feel it stretch his mouth open. He'd love to suck on it. And he could only imagine how much Derek would come in his mouth, how Stiles wouldn't be able to hold it all in his mouth, the mess they'd both make-

He shifted, lifting his bottom into the air again to stop himself from rubbing himself against the mattress. Derek didn't want him to come, and he was going to have to do a lot to make that happen. Or not happen.

Stiles raised his eyes as well, looking up at Derek, wanting to watch the expressions on his face, to bask in the glow of his eyes and the way Derek bit down on his lip. He groaned again, purposeful, feeling the vibrations move down Derek's dick.

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surlier
2017-12-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

If it wasn't his mouth, it was those fingers driving him insane as Stiles' nails scratched at his thighs. Not out of alarm, but enough to have the muscles in his legs tensing again as he bucked up. He was so going to wake Stiles up like this tomorrow morning, let him know how good of a wake up call it was.

"I know, I know," he panted out, that whine momentarily stealing his breath. "But one good turn deserves another, and I want to taste your cock, baby." Maybe see how the rest of him tasted this morning too, see how much leaked out of him during the night. "Fuck, might have to have your ass first though-"

Said ass moved higher in the air and while Derek knew what his mate was doing, it seemed so much like it was on offer that he moaned, cock twitching against his tongue. "Fuck me, you have no idea-- look so good right now, baby." And for once he wasn't worried about lasting, just let that pleasure roll up from his toes into his core, his grip a little bit tighter on the back of Stiles' head as he fucked up into his mouth.

"Gonna make me come--" he started to say and growled, loudly as that groan vibrates around his length. So his baby enjoyed this every bit as much as he did. Good. "Gonna, Stiles, gonna come so hard for you. Are you ready baby? Want it?"

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_stiles
2017-12-04 09:37 pm UTC (link)

Stiles was pretty sure Derek really didn't know what calling him 'baby' did to him. Of course Derek knew he liked it, he used it over and over again, but it filled him with warmth and a feeling of contentment and also sent a soft wave of arousal through him every time. And when he moaned it? Or breathed it out the way he was? Stiles found it difficult to keep his focus on anything.

Coupled with that promise, Stiles was sure he wasn't going to be able to keep his end of the bargain. Derek knew how to eat him out like Stiles had given him a manual for it. His tongue was better than anything Stiles could ever have dreamt up. And the enthusiasm with which Derek went about licking up his slick- fuck, just the thought made more leak from him, running slowly down the back of his thigh.

Stiles groaned shamelessly as Derek's grip tightened, closing his eyes and focusing on taking as much as he could, letting Derek fuck his mouth and use him to reach his orgasm. Stiles was ready, and God he wanted it.

He moaned again, encouragement, opening his eyes once more so that he could see the moment Derek tipped over the edge, so that he could see the pleasure rush through him. Stiles tightened the ring of his lips, sucking, coaxing Derek's orgasm from him.

The first spurt of come over his tongue nearly made Stiles swoon. He tried to swallow, did his best to take everything Derek gave him, but it was impossible. He felt some dribble from his mouth and down his chin, but he kept going, wanting to draw out his mate's pleasure for as long as possible, wanting to taste as much of him as he could.

His own cock twitched, precome running down his shaft. God, he was helpless to whatever Derek wanted. Stiles fingers gripped Derek's hard thighs, still moving his head up and down the other man's come slicked shaft, still moaning at the taste and the deep satisfaction he got from making Derek feel so good.

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surlier
2017-12-05 02:40 am UTC (link)

Whatever manual he received, Stiles seemed to have gotten a similar one for him. Every little sound he made, every fresh burst of his scent that Derek caught in the air only made him more aroused in an endless chase of their pleasure.

He kept his eyes open for as long as he could, watching and when Stiles finally looked up at him, lips stretched around his cock, pretty brown eyes encouraging him -- his own finally slammed shut and he lifted off the bed with a roar as he came over his tongue.

And every time Stiles tried to swallow, he could feel it, his mouth working feverishly to keep his come inside -- Derek keened, teeth bared as his hips jolted and he buried himself anew into his mate's mouth.

Unable to stop himself, he chased the pleasure of Stiles' lips and tongue right up to the point where it was too much, where every little touch bordered on painful before finally easing free, his grip firm on his hair, because knowing his mate, he'd chase his cock.

Derek would do the same thing if their positions were reversed.

Breathing hard, the muscles in his stomach drawing in tight as he gulped in air, he pulled his mate up, stopping to briefly kiss his come-messy mouth before Derek flipped them over.

He could tease -- he could do so many things to delay Stiles' orgasm -- but he knew his mate didn't like to wait and Derek wasn't in the mood to see if he could change his mind. No, he simply flashed Stiles a smirk as he slid down the bed, and promptly sucked his cock down until his nose was buried in the curls at the base. His baby needed, and Derek moaned around him, the taste of his precome thick on his tongue, one arm winding around his hips as he edged his cock into the back of his throat and promptly swallowed around him.

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_stiles
2017-12-05 10:55 am UTC (link)

Stiles would do anything in the world, anything, to hear Derek make that noise. That uncontrolled, almost animalistic noise he made when he came.

And if it wasn’t enough, if having Derek filling his mouth wasn’t enough, he could see Derek’s teeth elongating, feeling the slight prickle of his claws- he liked that he could make Derek lose control in that way.

Stiles whined again as Derek pulled him off of his cock. He wanted to stay there, wanted to clean Derek up. But the kiss was worth it. And maybe Stiles let his guard down a little, because one moment they were kissing, and the next moment he was on his back. Not a position he was complaining about at all. His legs spread wantonly, a little smirk on his face because he knew his body drove Derek crazy.

His cock twitched in anticipation, as though Derek might not see how much he ne fed him. But of course he did-

Stiles cried out, his voice rough from underuse and having Derek down his throat for so long. Derek sank right down, took him so deep- he slid trembling fingers through his mate’s hair, spreading his legs wider as though Derek would need more encouraging. As though he needed the tease of his increasing slick.

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surlier
2017-12-05 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Everything about his mate drove him crazy, including the body that housed him. And this close, it was impossible to miss the scent of his slick, to not want to curl up in it--

But Stiles was making that noise, and his cock twitched as if he hadn't just come thirty seconds ago. And his mate, beautiful sweet mate that he was, was spreading his legs, and he whimpered around his cock. He needed that smell, needed to taste it, and pulled off with a swirl of his tongue around the tip.

Just a little taste -- his free hand guided Stiles' leg up, thigh over his shoulder and he nuzzled at the slick that had already turned his skin damp there. He pressed his nose sharply against the skin, breathing in audibly, a little quiver running through his frame because he wanted that smell. Wanted it all over him, his face, his hands, his cock, his bed, his whole fucking house. Eau du Stiles everywhere.

"You have no idea how good you smell," he ground out and finally gave in to the desire to taste.

Stiles always tasted good, always, and Derek didn't know if now it was because of the bite or the fact that part of what was leaking out of him was his come from last night, or maybe his brain just freaking short circuited with that first taste, cause now it was fucking awesome, and he was moaning and growling as he lapped at his thighs. "Fuck," he managed to gasp-growl, gums going a little sore as his teeth poked out and everything was ignored in favor of Stiles' hands in his hair and the taste of him.

It was a taste that only grew stronger the closer he got to his opening, and by the time he reached it, he was growling with every lick, his grip shifting to Stiles' hips so he could pull him onto his waiting tongue. Anyone else, he would have worried about tongue fucking them half-shifted as he was. Stiles? No. For Stiles he pressed closer until his teeth poked into the flesh of his bottom -- presenting them, but no where close to breaking the skin.

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_stiles
2017-12-05 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Stiles trembled with pleasure as Derek lifted his leg, opening him up wider. He let out another whimper, feeling the slick run from between his legs. Fuck, everything Derek was doing- everything- it was almost worshipful. The nuzzling and the way he inhaled as though he couldn’t get enough...

“It’s all for you,” Stiles rasped out. “Only for you-“ he broke off in a whine as Derek began to lap at his thighs as though he were really starved for Stiles. His fingers slid through Derek’s hair again, petting him. “Want you to turn me on around other people, and them to smell me, want to know no one else can have me. All of this is for you.”

He was pretty confident that he could get off just from listening to Derek growl, just listening to that wolfy side of him, knowing that it was him that was turning Derek on so much.

“Nngh, Yeah, does that taste good? You like that?” Stiles groaned, holdingDerek’s head firmer so that he could roll his hips and push himself down onto his mate’s tongue. He wanted to grind down onto Derek’s face, wanted to pull back and see him covered in his slick. Derek seemed to be one step ahead of those thoughts, though, as he had grabbed Stiles hips to pull him closer.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Oh God, Derek!” Derek’s claws were pricking at his skin, and that would have been enough, but then Stiles felt the teeth against his bottom, the sharp press of them against his skin. “Of fuck, fuck,” he sobbed, pleasure crashing through him, come splashing across his chest. Both hands curled into Derek’s hair and Stiles finally gave in and rolled his hips down, fucking himself onto Derek’s tongue and chasing more of that feeling. And Derek was growling, gripping him close, almost completely in beta form because of Stiles.

“Yeah, Yeah, take me, fuck. All yours, it’s all yours. You like the taste? You want more?” He trembled, arching, riding against his mates mouth. “Right there, right there-“ Stiles’ cock was still dribbling against his belly. “I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, yes-“ he cried out, clenching around Derek’s tongue as he came hard again.