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What the hell is a Stiles? ([info]_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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[info]surlier
2017-12-16 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Derek understood why Stiles was trying to reassure Scott that they'd still have plenty of time together, but he still snorted when Stiles assured him that he'd have loads of time. He'd have time, but he'd want to spend it all with their baby. And hell, once Scott found his mate, he'd want the same. Eventually they'd all have kids together and --

The raised voice caught his attention and he poked his head out of the kitchen. "The easiest way is scent. But in some cases -- if you meet your mate before they've presented, they don't smell the same." Like it had been with he and Stiles.

"A couple days before he presented, his scent changed, and I knew then. And in a case like that," he rolled his shoulders. "You start spending more time together. Not -- not necessarily sexual time either. Stiles and I didn't until after he presented." It seemed important to let Scott know that.

"But the scent -- the scent is important. Your mate isn't going to smell just good, it's going to be something deeply personal to you, and you're going to smell of something deeply personal to them. Like, Stiles. What does Stiles smell like to you?"

"Something sweet. Like a bakery, but with less bread smell--" Scott answered. "He smells less than he did a couple days ago though. It's muted now--"

"That's because he's claimed. To me he smells like--" And he couldn't resist a deep inhale, because even across the room his mate smelled damn good. "Like these cookies my mom used to make around Christmas, sugar cookies and snickerdoodles, but these ones have been left right by the window, cause it's fall, and she made a treat for us --"

He stopped, the tops of his cheeks turning a little pink because it was deeply personal and the girls at the school weren't entirely wrong when they suggested Stiles roofied him with his scent. But it was more happy than sexual and Derek wouldn't change it for the world. He cleared his throat.

"It doesn't -- it doesn't compel you to have sex or anything, but it's definitely a scent that makes you happy and that makes you want to shift and roll around in it."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-17 12:04 am UTC (link)
Stiles really was just trying to be reassuring. He knew as well as Derek that once they had their first child, it was going to be difficult for him to be away from it. Not just because he was a parent, but instinctively he was going to need to be near their baby as much as he could be. To feed it and soothe it and scent it the way only he could. Derek's role would be similar but different, too. A different scent, a different way of soothing. The omega in Stiles would need to be there, with both of them. But right now that wouldn't help Scott.

He was glad Derek was still here, and that he was so honest and easy about discussing things. Things that he had been brought up just knowing, he was happy to share and teach to the other wolves, even if they weren't his pack. Stiles had always loved that about him, even before he really loved him.

He flushed at the way his scent was described, the intimacy of Derek's association, something so special. "Derek smells like fall. His scent reminds me of the leaves turning, when mom and I would go out looking for the first gold ones," Stiles added gently, his own cheeks flushed from the memories and the perfection that was his mate. "I don't want to shift and roll around in it, though. Maybe I want it all over me- but I don't think I want to be a wolf."

"But your- your kids will be wolves if you are. You might never have a wolf pup-"

Stiles shrugged, looking at Derek. "They'll still be ours. Still be our pack. Still be little Hales," he beamed. "Oh, shit, if I change my surname I can still be called Stiles, right?" he asked, the sudden thought making him genuinely worried for a second. "Maybe I'll keep Stilinski as a middle name and then we don't need to worry. It's fine. I'll be like M Night Shyamalan." He talked himself in a circle, seemed satisfied, then looked between Scott and Derek.

"You got anymore questions, Scotty? We're both here, we might as well get it all out."

"I- no. I don't know," Scott frowned. "I can't believe you're claimed and- I can't believe he's your mate. And you're going to have kids. And I- no, actually, I don't wanna know how or what goes on or...anything."

"Hey. My biology is awesome. I'm all the good stuff," Stiles protested, though lightly. Scott didn't mean any offence. Stiles didn't want to know about Scott's sex life, either.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-17 05:31 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't expect you to," Derek said quietly about Stiles shifting and rolling around in it. It was a wolf thing, but he did suspect that Scott would understand the inclination more than his mate would.

None of that stopped his cheeks from coloring at the way Stiles described his scent. He knew already that it was personal, that it reminded Stiles of walking in the woods with his mom, but every time they discussed it, there was the reminder of how deeply personal their scents were to one another.

"And we might not, but even if they aren't, they'll display a predisposition for the bite." They had a far lower chance of rejection if they decided they wanted it when they were old.

Derek blinked at the circle Stiles made in his own conversation and tried not to grin (mostly failed) at the answer he gave himself. "You're keeping your first name." He had plans for that name, especially once he'd found out that it'd been given to his mate by his mother.

The grin he tried to keep back failed utterly as Scott stumbled over trying to say that he didn't want the details. "I agree, and as much as there is a huge sexual side of mates, it's not all crazy sex. There's a lot more to it. Packs are meant to help raise pups; they're a dedicated family unit. There's the part we see first -- the alpha, and if they have a mate, and the betas. But everything is designed to make a pack stronger, including making pups that fit in their ranks.

"A strong mated pair will compliment one another's strengths and weaknesses. And even if one of them is an alpha, they don't dominate each other within that relationship. I know humans see it differently, but not wolves. The alpha is the only one that can request their mate's submission, and trying to force someone else's mate to submit is a good way to start a fight." Yeah, he wasn't going to forget the way Scott barked out that order earlier, but hopefully now Scott would understand why he reacted the way he had.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-17 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Stiles couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he listened to Derek speak. Yep, even if their babies weren't born wolves, if they wanted to be they could be. The chances weren't high, one in four, Derek had said, but their daddy could turn them if they chose that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm keeping my first name. Mieczyslaw Stilinski Hale. Happy?" he asked Derek, knowing full well that he would be.

Scott, of course, looked confused. "Oh, he knows your first name?"

"Well duh, of course he does. Did you think I wouldn't tell him? Just keep it a surprise until our wedding day?"

"I guess not," Scott shrugged.

The way Derek spoke about packs and pack dynamics made Stiles feel warm inside. Warm like Derek was holding him, like he was already fit close to his mate's body. He'd been so unsure of his place for so long, in all the time they'd been out there fighting the bad guys. He was just a human, he did what he could. Now he was here, Derek's equal, the person who would birth the pups to make their pack bigger, part of the strength of the Hale pack. He was almost giddy with that honour.

Scott could smell that billowing affection rolling off of Stiles, just a warmth to his scent that was aimed solely at Derek. That wasn't something that could be fabricated. And the look on Derek's face as he spoke, the way his eyes wandered to Stiles, that couldn't be faked, either. His best friend was doing stupid, domestic, grown up stuff and there was nothing he could do about it.

"The rest of your pack really like Stiles," he said, a tentative peace offering aimed at Derek. "I mean, they did before, but they're uh- they're- really...attached to him-" He didn't know how to phrase that without making it sound like they were hitting on Stiles, but there had been a lot of touching, a lot of scenting and protectiveness. And yeah, maybe he didn't want to be here too long when the rest of the pack arrived.

"I'm pack mom, now," Stiles said. "And I smell like Derek. I smell like their alpha and our bond." They hadn't had sex, and he hadn't been claimed the last time he'd seen them, so his scent really had just been their merging of his and Derek's, and okay, there had been some orgasms involved- but he had no doubt he'd smell even more like their alpha's mate now. "You've got all this to look forward to. All your betas going ga-ga over your mate."

"It'll be weird, you not being in my pack anymore," Scott said quietly, not looking at either of them. "I just thought you'd always be there."

"I know, man. Me too. But I was always going to end up someone's mate. Chances were I'd have gone to another pack eventually, anyway. At least it's Derek, and he's staying here and not dragging me to the other side of the country-"

"No. No, I know. I'm glad. I'm glad you'll both be here, still."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-17 08:53 pm UTC (link)
"Very," he said, lips still curled up in a grin.

"And he only thinks he's good at keeping secrets." Derek knew better, but he also knew it was in Stiles' nature to try. At least his mate wasn't a quitter.

Still, all the conversation made him feel cool, like he was missing the addition of Stiles' warmth tucked into his side and he reached out, hand closing around his hip and nudging him against his body.

This close, yeah, it was all warmth and happy scents coming off the both of them and they still managed to keep their clothes on. For now, at least.

"Yeah, he smelled like them when he's come home the past couple of days." What Scott was trying to say and not trying to say -- Derek got it. Besides, Derek also knew that his pack wasn't interested in sex with Stiles, nor his mate with them. "And Stiles isn't wrong. When you take a mate, your pack is going to want to put their scents down on them as well. And you're going to want that." Of course Derek wanted Stiles to smell of him, and of them together, but he also needed to smell of pack. It was good, and right, and maybe Deaton could explain all the stuff behind it, but Derek knew that it was simply wanted.

He went a little quiet as he listened to them. Scott might not accept, but for Stiles, the invitation had to be made. "You're always welcome here, with us Scott. I know you're still figuring things out, but I'm not going to keep you from seeing one another." Stiles probably already knew that, but Scott -- he probably needed to hear that, to have that reassurance.

"I know he's your family; he's my family now too," Derek said quietly.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 08:19 am UTC (link)
“Shut up, you didn’t know already,” Stiles huffed. “You paused before you read it out. Flawless pronounciation, sure, but you still didn’t know” he protested playfully.

He’d been slowly gravitating towards Derek since his mate had emerged from the kitchen, as though he was being pulled towards him without his own say. But Stiles went, because he needed to be close. Maybe that need would lessen over time, once their bond settled, but he wasn’t going to complain either way. He settled at Derek’s side, gently rubbing his cheek against his mates shoulder to scent him before their conversation continued.

“Maybe ask Deaton about it when you get to work?” Stiles suggested. “There must be like, tons of cases of Pack members moving over to other alphas when they mate, and how to keep the balance and stuff, right? I know there’s not a ton of packs around here, and most people move away from Beacon Hills whenever they can, but it must happen in bigger places with more wolves!” As long as Scott understood this was permanent, that Stiles wasn’t pack anymore, and as long as he could deal with smelling another alpha on Stiles- again it was probably a thing that would settle. All these growing pains.

The sound of the elevator grinding it’s way up to the loft seemed to start Scott out of his thoughtful moment.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said quietly. “Yeah. And thanks, Derek. For the offer.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. He was going to drag Scott round for more wolf lessons. It was apparently necessary.

“I’ll uh- I don’t wanna get in the way of your pack bonding. Cos I guess this is the first time all of you have been together and- yknow? I’ll see you soon. I’ll see you in school-“ he added to Stiles, just as the door opened and Erica bounded in, pausing on the steps and breathing in.

Her eyes moved to Derek immediately, for some guidance on what it was she was smelling right now.

“It- in here-“ she drew another breath, frowning.

Stiles began to flush, pressing closer to Derek.

“It smells like home!” Isaac said as he followed Erica in, Boyd closing the doors behind them. “Holy shit! It smells so good!”

“It’s the happiest smell on earth!” Erica squealed. “Oh my God, are you nesting? Is that what this is? Are you pregnant already?”

“Okay, I’m out of here!” Scott said loudly before he had to listen to the whole conversation again. “Later, guys. Have fun.”

Erica bounced towards Derek and Stiles, wrapping around them both and nuzzling in closer. “I love you guys so much!”

“Yeah, we love you too,” Stiles said, a little thrown off by this reaction.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-18 12:05 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, but there was no way you were keeping it a secret. You didn't even try." Not that Derek minded, he liked knowing that name and the history behind it, what it meant for the Stilinski family.

He let out a little noise, unable to keep it in when Stiles scented his shoulder. This was his mate, it was right and good to smell like him, to be scented by him, and he couldn't stop the way his head dipped forward so he could nuzzle at his messy hair.

And he could tell by the shift in Scott's scent, the other alpha wasn't exactly comfortable, but he wasn't going to stop interacting with his mate in his own loft. There were some things he was going to have to get used to, as was everyone else.

"They're all here," Derek whispered into Stiles' ear. "Boyd's parking."

To Scott, he nodded, understanding that it might be a little overwhelming when the whole pack was celebrating something that he was still trying to come to terms with. "Yep." Scott, absolutely seemed to be beating a hasty retreat and Erica's exuberance --

He couldn't help it, he snorted a laugh into Stiles' hair before opening his arms up slightly, inviting his two betas in, but Erica was close enough already that she mostly just bounced into them.

"Glad to know it's gotten your seal of approval," he grumbled, even though he was smiling and smearing his mouth over her cheek.

Isaac came next, a little slower, a little more timid but just as eager to have Derek running his palms over his cheeks and throat. "Nachos and pizzas should be done soon --"

And right on time, the oven dinged that the time was up and Derek slowly extricated himself to go get the food. Would he be surprised if he came back to find them all on the floor in a puppy pile? Nope. Not at all.

Grabbing a mitt to keep from burning himself -- it'd heal, but he'd rather not have to deal with the sting or the smell until it did -- he grabbed everything out of the oven and got it ready to take into the living room.

"Pick a movie out!" He called out. "You can keep scenting Stiles while you do that!"

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 05:05 pm UTC (link)
Stiles was still overwhelmed by the amount of contact, and the enthusiasm involved. This time last year he’d had probably- well, not killed, but he’d certainly have done something ridiculous and dramatic to have Erica pressed against him. Or even Isaac. But now he had Derek and...this was his life. He’d expected the two of them to maybe follow Derek, but they remained with him, Erica pressed against his side, arms wrapped around him, and Isaac content to just touch Stiles’ hand and arm.

Boyd crept behind them, heading for the kitchen quietly to see Derek, just to bump against him, gently scent, a little less handsy than the other two-

“Do we get to keep Stiles or are you going to want him back when the movie starts?” Erica yelled whilst Isaac moved ahead to try and get first dibs on a film. “No more Marvel!” She added, hugging onto Stiles’ arm. “Find something normal.”

“What do you mean normal?” Isaac asked. “Like Mad Max?”

“No! Like a regular movie.”

“Gimme a clue, woman!”

“Mom, Isaac’s yelling at me!” Erica grinned at Stiles, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

Stiles snorted, his cheeks flushing. “No, don’t do that.”

“But you are our mom! Derek’s our dad-“

“That makes you and Boyd siblings, so gross,” Isaac returned, holding up the Star Trek movies.

“Lame,” Erica replied.

“Okay, you choose, I give up,” Isaac replied, stepping away as Erica bounded forward again. He sat himself down on the sofa and Stiles, after a moment of deliberation, reached out and ran his fingers through Isaac’s hair. He’d seen Derek do that to them, and it seemed safe. Isaac made a soft noise in his throat that made Stiles feel equally pleased and oddly protective at the same time, and he continued to pet him gently, perhaps lavishing a little more attention on his than was strictly necessary, but it was making Isaac happy.

He jumped slightly when Boyd’s large hand rubbed against the back of his neck, before he sat down beside Isaac and watched Erica reorganise all of Derek’s movies.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-18 06:56 pm UTC (link)
"Why do you think I'm giving you food?" Derek called back. He expected them to be shoving it into their faces and thus relinquish their grasp on his mate long enough for Derek to steal him back. For a little while at least, then he'd share him with pack until all their scents mixed.

He laughed as he listened to them from the kitchen, the sound earning an eyebrow from Boyd, who cautiously stayed a little closer and helped carry the pizza stones (topped with cut slices of pizza) into the waiting horde.

"She's going to pick Love Actually," Derek predicted as he brought in the nachos. It was the only movie she ever wanted to watch when she wanted something normal and it was the sole reason why Derek kept it in his collection.

"Mmm pizza," Isaac said from his blissed out position on the couch, arms reaching out to make grabby hands at Boyd, then abruptly paused, hands in the air as he looked back and forth between Derek, then to Stiles.

Derek shook his head, still full from brunch and tilted his head to Stiles. "They're waiting for you to pick first," he said as he sat, their thighs touching. The tray of nachos went down on the table in case Stiles wanted those first.

"And don't let him tell you otherwise, Erica. He called himself pack mom last night."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-18 09:01 pm UTC (link)
"Oh-" Stiles' eyebrows raised in surprised. Though perhaps he shouldn't have been. Derek had said enough times what his place in the pack was. "Thanks, guys."

He leant forward and took a couple of nachos, just out of politeness, before moving back and closer to Derek.

"I knew it!" Erica yelled, waving Love Actually accusingly at Stiles. "I knew you were our mom! When are we getting more brothers and sisters, moooom."

"Uh- um, not yet, kids. Not yet. Your dad and I have some plans, but we'll let you know. Take you out for ice cream and break the news gently," Stiles said, flushed again, inching closer to Derek.

"I don't want to watch Love Actually again," Isaac muttered, though Boyd shook his head next to him. There was no arguing with Erica, and she was already putting the disc in. Isaac huffed and grabbed some pizza, moving his leg over so that it touched Stiles'.

Stiles had never seen Derek like this with his betas. He'd never seen them in their down time, their pack time. He knew Derek was a good alpha. He knew the betas loved him. But seeing them interact was all the better, the little touches they exchanged constantly. Usually he only saw them when they were all together, when something terrible was happening.

Isaac turned to look at them then, and Stiles wondered if he'd said all of that out loud.

"We're all still gonna be pack when you have kids, right?" he asked softly.

Stiles didn't really want to feel like a mom, but it was honestly like having one of his own kids ask if the new baby was going to replace them.

"Isaac," Stiles looked to Derek for help, but no. No, he needed to do this. "Of course. Course you are. When we have pups it's just to make our pack stronger. To make us all stronger together. You'll like, be there to help them grow up and teach them how to be cool. And I mean, you can all have your own kids too, right?" He knew Derek's pack had included Derek's cousins, too. And betas could add to the pack just as well as and alpha and their mate, he was sure. Regardless, he didn't think Derek would be mad if any one of his betas found themselves with a pup. "Nothing is going to change us being a pack. Nothing. No matter how many babies Derek and I have-"

A stupid smile had begun to spread over his face as he neared the end of the sentence. He couldn't help himself. Four, maybe five pups? That was a good amount.

The intro to the movie started and Erica settled down leaning against Boyd and Isaac's legs, pulling the nachos towards her.

"I love you," Stiles whispered to Derek, turning so that he could press a kiss to his mate's lips. "So much."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 02:57 am UTC (link)
Even Boyd snorted a laugh at being taken out for ice cream to have the news broken gently to them that they had incoming siblings, and Derek had to hide his grin in Stiles' shoulder.

Isaac should have known better, there was no stopping Erica when she wanted to watch this movie, and Derek had learned there were some fights worth picking and some not. This was one that was not.

Still, while they were watching, it gave him a chance to watch his betas. Boyd and Erica were snuggled together expectantly on the floor, but there was something bothering Isaac. Something in his scent, but as soon as Isaac gave voice to the question, Derek understood.

He didn't answer, but he did butt his forehead against Stiles' temple. His mate could, and should handle this question. Of course this would be his worry. "Yeah, when they're ready," Derek said of the rest of the pack's children. With actual wolves, it tended to be only the alpha pair, but they were all werewolves. The needs changed.

"New members don't mean the old ones get kicked out," Derek added quietly, still watching his betas and mate. Stiles didn't seem hungry, and he returned the kiss before shifting them around. "Love you too," he murmured and stole one more kiss. Of all of his betas, Isaac needed the most reassurance and there was one guaranteed way to do that beyond what Stiles could tell him.

Sitting so his back was flat against the arm of the couch, he pulled Stiles up between his legs, then reached around him to pile Isaac on them, with a squawk from the curly haired teenager. He settled quick though, his head on Stiles' belly, one hand curled around his thigh, and Derek's hand soon slipped affectionately into his hair. "Don't ever think that you're going to get out of pup sitting duty," he said quietly, while he nuzzled into Stiles' neck, the tip of his nose repeatedly brushing over his bite mark.

He knew what it did to Stiles -- he was counting on it. But he knew what it would do to his betas too, the scent of his mate projecting happiness and safety, and sure enough Isaac was soon slurring his words out. "Best movie ever. Love this movie."

Blinking, Erica turned around and raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Did you -- did you alpha roofie him? Omega?" She said, squinting at Stiles before her eyes went wide. "You pair roofied him."

"He'll be fine," Derek was quick to assure her, even as he kept grinning and Isaac giggled.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 08:20 am UTC (link)
Sitting in Derek’s lap, or thereabouts, was a great idea. He could feel Derek’s heart beating hard and strong against his back, and the muzzle to his neck, right over the mark, made him feel with warmth.

He had no idea it’d have such an effect on Isaac. But he seemed the most prone to all the wolfy affection, Stiles had noted as he’d stroked Isaac’s hair earlier.

The odd doping effect seemed to spread to the other two after a minute or so, and they nuzzled each other affectionately, cuddling against each other. That was pretty cool.

Stiles body, however, seemed to take that as a cue. The scent of the pack, comfortable and content and secure, and the scent of his and Derek’s nest, as Erica called it, coupled with everything about Derek, his heat and the way he was nuzzling his mark, apparently flipped the ‘we need to make babies now’ switch.

It made sense, of course it did. In the wild wolves wouldn’t breed if they were facing some hardship, they’d wait until things were settled. And right here, right now, things couldn’t have been more settled. Things were stable, his pack were doing well. Time for babies.

He felt the warmth building slowly in his belly where Isaac’s head lay, could feel the slightest amount of slick starting between his legs. If Isaac knew what the scent was he didn’t react. But Stiles was sure it wasn’t appropriate. The only factor he could change was Derek’s nuzzling, so he nudged his mate gently in the side.

“You should stop that,” he murmured, assuming Derek would be able to smell his arousal. For all their talk the other day, he didn’t really think they’d do anything in front of the pack, right? Even if the thought kind of made his heart skip and his skin flush warmer. Still, he found himself nuzzling gently at Derek’s hair until his mate looked up and their lips could meet.

Their pheromones must be awesome, he thought, parting his lips to kiss Derek deeper. He’s expected at least Erica to make some noise of protest.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 12:03 pm UTC (link)
Smell would always be strongest, but smell and touch? A fulfilling of two needs of theirs? Yeah, Derek knew what would happen and why it happened so much worse with Isaac.

He pressed his grin into the mark as Boyd and Erica started cuddling on the floor, and the entire loft smelled like warm, happy pack.

It was good, even when she kept throwing him knowing smirks over her shoulder.

"Should I?" He rumbled, as cinnamon spice hit the air. Only one reason for that, and he mouthed at the mark, kissing and sucking at the broken skin as he listened to that little patter of Stiles' heartbeat.

He tugged, gently, on Isaac's curls. "Get down and snuggle with Erica," he said.

It took his beta a few tries to actually get moving, and he mostly slid from the couch to the floor. She took up what Derek had been doing, running her fingers through his hair until his arms were wrapped around the two of them, and Boyd's fingers were running up and down his nape.

"Are you two going to --" Erica asked as she watched them.

The only answer that Derek could give was the honest one. "Yep," and his lips slotted together with Stiles' and the kiss deepened with slick trades of tongue, his arms closing around his mate.

"We're not leaving," Erica pouted, but he couldn't find the time to break from Stiles to tell her good. Or that they were welcome to make a little party of their own if they wanted. It'd be up to them if Isaac joined them, but right now he was busy, hands stroking up and down his mate's sides from shoulder to hip.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Stiles’ breathing hitched at Derek’s question, how he carried on mouthing at the sensitive spot on his neck that Derek knew would just make him wetter.

When Isaac was dismissed, Stiles knew Derek was actually serious. And, oh God, he was so, so on board with that. The thought of it had been thrilling, but now it was actually going to happen and Stiles was dizzy with want. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders as their kiss deepened, knowing Erica was watching them. Boyd was probably listening, he hadn’t reacted, but Isaac was making little purring noises. Perhaps he wasn’t fully aware of what they were doing. He'd probably want to watch, too.

No, now Stiles needed to touch.

He moved one of his hands from Derek's shoulder, sliding it down his strong chest and then up beneath his shirt, dragging it up so that Erica could see his fingers moving over Derek's abs. His other hand ran through Derek's hair, messing it up, tugging, pulling gently to move him where he wanted him, to deepen their kiss as best he could.

Stiles' breath came out in little, shuddering gasps whenever be broke their kiss to breathe, pushing Derek's shirt up more persistently until he reached one of his nipples, teasing with his fingertips until it hardened.

"You want me to ride you?" he whispered, though it would be loud enough for the betas to hear. "You want me to ride you until your knot stops me? Until I can't move anymore? Or do you want to mount me, Alpha?" Stiles smirked, nipping at Derek's lower lip and hearing a little whimper from one of the betas. "Yeah? I think you're gonna do that. Show them how much you want me-" he purred."How much you wanna put your child in me."

He heard another whimper, but he didn't look over to see who it came from. His eyes were dark and trained completely on Derek, as close as they were. Stiles rocked himself closer, gently. "I can feel how much you want to," he breathed, pressing against Derek's hardening cock. "But you should show them. Show them what a good mate I am for you."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Few people could command him, but he went easily with Stiles' hands, moving where his mate wanted him to be. Those fingers on his abs though, he'd always been sensitive there, aware in a way that humans didn't seem to be of how vulnerable a spot it was. It was no exception now, his muscles tensing, a shudder running down his spine as he let out a little, punched out gasp.

Anyone else he would have hit, or clawed. Stiles? He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning against his mouth as his nipple was teased by clever fingers. Did Stiles even know what he did to him? Probably not.

His grip eased as their kisses continued to be traded, both hands finally stroking down his back and under the waistband of his jeans to settle on his ass. "Yes," was all Derek could respond with. Getting ridden by or mounting Stiles? It all ended the same, with his knot buried deep in his mate, and both of them working as hard as they could to get Stiles pregnant.

Growling a little against his mouth, he kneaded the firm flesh in his palms, fingers stretching out until his index fingers encountered slickness. He sat up suddenly, chest to chest with Stiles and pushed his hands closer together, not stopping until they were both flush with his entrance.

"I can feel how much you want me to," he said with a low growl, a quiet moan breaking free when his mate pressed up against him, teasing him. With every inhale he was getting harder, and thinking less about their pack and more about them. "Show off what a good provider you are for us. How you're going to help us get bigger and stronger," he murmured as he nipped and sucked on Stiles' lips, fingertips making lazy swirls around the wrinkled flesh.

Someone in the room was breathing heavier, and it wasn't either one of them. He grinned, and slipped inside up to the first knuckle.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 08:22 am UTC (link)
Now that he thought about it, Stiles hadn’t really lavished as much attention on Derek’s abs as he had dreamt of up to this point. And the way Derek tensed at the touch was definitely something he was going to look into later. The same was true of Derek’s nipples. How hadn’t he spent half their time together lavishing attention on them? He’d do something about that.

And oh how he enjoyed it when his mate was reduced to growls. He moaned happily at the hands sliding into the back of his jeans, the rough grope at his ass. He trembled, letting out a soft moan as Derek’s fingers ran through his slick. Stiles head bowed back, exposing his throat to Derek as the other man groped and moved him, touched him, made him deliriously needy.

“Yes, Yes,” Stiles whimpered, their roles immediately reversed. He would tease Derek to a point, but ultimately he would submit, he’d do or be anything Derek wanted. The teasing at his entrance was making him tremble and moan softly, reaching down to pull open the fastening of his pants to give Derek more access and to free his aching cock. The relief of that, coupled with the finger pressing inside him ripped a much louder moan from Stiles. His attention was nowhere near the betas now, even if he could hear little noises coming from their space on the floor.

He braces his hands on Derek’s shoulders, one under his shirt, the other over, inching himself down onto Derek’s finger, sliding up and down with as much of a teasing grin as he could manage. “You know I can take more than that,” he purred against Derek’s lips, not caring if anyone else heard or not. He lowered his eyes, looking st the bulge of Derek’s cock in his jeans, feeling a tremble Of desire roll through him, feeling more slick escape even around Derek’s finger.

“Feel that? How wet you make me?”

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[info]surlier
2017-12-20 12:01 pm UTC (link)
He loved the way Stiles responded to him and that little offering -- there was no way he couldn't take Stiles up on that and mouthed his throat. Nipped and sucked at the skin until it was bright red like he'd been ravished.

Well, not yet.

Teasing wasn't something he'd ever gotten to do very long with Stiles, they both needed too much. It was something that would come with time, Derek was sure, but until then, he took it where he could get it. Like now -- "Know you can," he said with a grin. "Know you want more than that too."

He knew where Stiles looked too, and could help but suck in a breath, his cock twitching within the confines of his jeans. "Love how wet you get for me," he whispered, cock pulsing again. Derek wanted out, wanted to roll his sexy mate over and pin him against the couch while he he took him again -- but he also wanted less clothes. "Take it off," he said of his shirt, uncaring where it went so long as it was gone.

As for Stiles'? He'd take care of that in a minute. Pulling his finger free, his hands ran up his back, under the borrowed shirt he was waiting, deliberately leaving a little slick trail going up his spine that Derek would clean up later because like hell he was going to let anything that tasted of his mate go to waste. The material bunched up around his forearms, and with a grin, he lifted Stiles' shirt off and tossed it on the floor next to his betas.

And though his focus wasn't on them right now, he still knew where they were and what they were doing, with Boyd's hand down the front of Erica's jeans.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 05:08 pm UTC (link)
Stiles groaned, soft and low, as Derek’s mouth moved over his throat. He loved it when Derek marked him, however he chose to do it. He loved feeling claimed.

“I do- I want more,” he breathed out, his voice growing increasingly rougher and increasingly more needy. Especially when Derek’s cock twitched. Just for him.

Stiles needed no more asking to start stripping Derek, pulling his shirt up and tossing it somewhere, his attention focussing instead on Derek’s body. Solid muscle, well defined under his flawless skin. Stiles couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t believe, still, that he got to touch and taste and do anything else he wanted to this body.

His reverie was broken by Derek’s finger sliding from him, then the slick trail running up his back. Stiles gasped, eyes wide and dark as he gazed at his mate, unblinking until his shirt was pulled up and off, disappearing just as Derek’s hand. He thought he could hear kissing, maybe hushed moans coming from the others, but as long as they were happy, he and Derek didn’t have to stop.

Stiles ducked his head and pressed his mouth to Derek’s neck, no more than kissing but basking in the scent that originated there, where it smelt most of Derek and home and sex.

He lingered a few moments, just kissing, stroking his fingers up and down Derek’s arms before pulling back because fuck, it was too much, he needed to be naked.

Stiles climbed from Derek’s lap with a lingering touch, standing in front of him as he pushed down his jeans and underwear, cock hard, the insides of his thighs slick. All for Derek. He cast a glimpse to the side and saw Isaac staring, his pupils blown wide, erection straining in his jeans. Isaac wouldn’t touch him, Stiles knew that. He wouldn’t even come close, but he was watching intently.

With Stiles naked it would be easy for Derek to do as he wished, in whatever position he wanted. Even the thought of Derek not bothering to undress properly, just taking his cock out and fucking him, made Stiles so desperate to be filled. And that was the look his mate was giving him. Possessive and almost dominating. Like Derek really would just throw him down and take him, because that was his right.

Stiles climbed back onto his lap, naked, legs spread over Derek’s thighs, open and so ready for him.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-20 07:26 pm UTC (link)
Shirtless was a good beginning, especially when it meant feeling Stiles' naked chest against his own, his face pressed into Derek's neck. Sniffing. Scenting. Making his cock throb against the curve of Stiles bottom where it pressed into his lap.

To know that his mate enjoyed his scent as much as Derek enjoyed his? Yeah, hot button right there. And Stiles stayed there, kissing like he wanted that smell all over him and Derek couldn't stop the little whine that hung in his throat, hands dropping down to knead at Stiles' hips. His own ground up slowly, still seeking pleasure even between two layers of pants.

Pants that needed to come off.

Luckily, his mate was on the same page as he was, because even though he left his lap, and Derek bit back his growl of displeasure, Derek watched him slide out of his jeans, hard and slick, and the edges of his vision went red. This was his mate, his beautiful, sexy mate that was his to touch and fuck and love and make puppies with. His. And he couldn't help but reach down to squeeze his own cock while he watched Stiles baring all that pale skin for him.

A welcoming growl rumbled in his chest when Stiles came back to his lap, his arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer and nuzzled at his collarbone. His pack was going to have to wait to watch him get mounted, because Derek couldn't wait, not when he smelled so fucking good. Reaching down between them, he unzipped and shoved his jeans down enough to get free of them, length smacking against his mate's perfect ass. "Want," was all h could say as he lifted his mate up enough to have the head of his cock flush between his cheeks, pressing up against his entrance and slowly lowering him down with a wrecked moan.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Yes. Stiles was pleased. He loved it when Derek reached that point, the flared eyes and the slight shift in him, something more wolfish coming over his whole appearance.

Stiles moaned himself when Derek grabbed himself, when he groped his own cock like he needed Stiles on him naked ten minutes ago.

"Mm, hey," Stiles panted, Derek's strong arms wrapped around him, drawing him to his body. He ran his fingers slowly through Derek's hair as his mate nuzzled him, letting out a mewl of pleasure when Derek's cock was finally free, finally pressing against him.

"I'm yours, take me," he breathed, head arching back again, letting out a long, low moan of pleasure as he was gradually stretched and filled by Derek's cock. He clutched at Derek, craddling his head against his collarbone where Derek had been nuzzling, almost dizzy by the time Derek bottomed out. His own cock was pressed between them, rubbing against the hard muscles of his mate's body whenever he moved, a small, wet trail of precome painted over his abs.

Stiles rolled his hips, moaning again even at the slight movement of Derek inside him. "Yeah. So deep. Love you inside me," he panted, one of his hands coming to rest against Derek's on his hip, moving slowly up and down. Derek would take the hint, not that he'd probably needed one. He could lift Stiles and bounce him on his cock, or hold him up and slam into him. Either way Stiles wanted more, and he wanted to feel Derek letting go just for him, feel more of his wolf come to the surface to claim what was his.


He cast his eyes to the floor, watching as Boyd's hands moved on both himself and Erica, Isaac's head on Erica's thigh. He was still watching his alpha and his mate, stroking himself slowly

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 02:48 am UTC (link)
"Mine," Derek growled happily, the word fast off his lips so he didn't miss a second of that long, drawn out moan as he slid home within his mate.

It didn't matter where they were, this would always be home.

"Fuck," he moaned, low and punched out as his hips hitched upwards, burying himself just a little bit deeper so he could feel another trail of stickiness being left behind on his abs.

His head fell back on the couch, gaze full of Stiles as he caught the hint. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Me to bounce you on my cock. They can probably already see how slick you've left my cock, what you look like spread so pretty around me --" Anther whimper sounded, this one close to the floor instead of from his mate.

He grinned, eyes still glowing as he lifted Stiles up, his own breaths going a little shaky when nothing but the fat head of his cock was left inside. God, he wanted to thrust up hard, drag Stiles close and roll them over so he could pin his mate down while he fucked him slow -- Derek let out a little growl as his hips rolled up, shallowly fucking into Stiles without letting him go too much faster.

"Love being in you. Fuck, baby, love how good you feel around me."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-21 08:22 am UTC (link)
“Nngh, yeah, please-“ Stiles whispered, his expression becoming slightly more dazed with pleasure as Derek spoke, hearing that same whimper. Yeah, they’d be able to see everything, see him open up around Derek’s cock, see how wet he was.

Stiles gasped, then let out a little whimper at the feeling of emptiness, aside from Derek’s head, which kept him open, ready for any moment Derek wanted to take him. He could feel how flushed his skin was, how warm he was all over, how some slick was escaping around Derek, running down his mate’s cock.

He couldn’t control the volume of his moans, even if he’d wanted to. He’d given Derek control of their movement, and the shallow, slow thrusts were exactly what he wanted. He felt full, he could feel every drag of Derek inside him.

“You’re so big,” he purred. “You make me feel so full.” Stiles liked praising Derek, mostly because every damn word was true, and because it would please his mate. And the betas would hear, they’d know their alpha was as impressive as he looked like he’d be, with his omega moaning and whimpering on his cock.

His fingers slid into Derek’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss, running his tongue along Derek’s still-human teeth. Stiles would have to do something about that, but he’d concentrate on kissing for now, and the slow movement of their bodies. Stiles could feel the little pulse where Derek’s knot would start soon, rubbing against his rim whenever he was fully seated.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 12:02 pm UTC (link)
As good a view as his betas had, and he was sure that it was damn good, it wasn't the best seat in the house. No, that spot was reserved for him, here, where he could watch that flush move over Stiles' pale skin, watch his reddened cock drip precome onto his abs. Watch too, when he moaned, when something felt too good for him to be silent.

He let out a little growl at the praise, his own skin flushing, and his next few thrusts were more pointed, more determined, his breaths going a little shaky with them.

"Going to fill you up, baby, keep you that way until you're full of my kids." He looked so pretty, but he smelled so fucking good too. Something Derek was reminded about with every inhale in, and he couldn't resist moving one hand off his hips, just for a minute, just to let his fingers close around Stiles' cock and stroke him from root to tip.

"Look so pretty like this--" hard and stuffed full of his cock and he let out a little whimper as soon as his fingers slid into his hair. He liked that feeling, liked it more when he felt Stiles' mouth on his own, lips immediately parting. A little, huffed out laugh came out of him when he realized what his mate was doing. What Stiles wanted --

"I know what you want," he whispered as soon as their kiss broke, his hand returning to Stiles' hip, nails beginning to grow and poke lightly into his skin. "Do it, baby. Ride me. Use my cock to knock you up."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-21 06:15 pm UTC (link)
Stiles cried out, a sob on his lips when Derek stroked his cock, his muscles clenching helplessly around his mate, pleasure coursing through him. The praise was even better, the praise made Stiles flush all the more, knowing he was doing good, that Derek desired him. That he wanted to breed him. That was what Stiles’ body was for. Derek would never say anything like that, ever, but right at the basest level they were fucking because their bodies knew they could make pups. Their pheromones were telling each other as much, and when they were like this Stiles loved that feeling he had once been so terrified of; the desire to be taken by his alpha, mounted and knotted and bred.

Stiles lifted his slightly glazed eyes to meet Derek’s, no doubt in him that he knew. Of course he knew, he knew all of Stiles’ kinks.

“My wolf,” Stiles breathed, circling his hips to continue riding Derek until his mate took hold of his hips again. He smiled at the prickle of claws against his skin. “Yes. That’s what I want. My wolf,” he repeated, fingers stroking through Derek’s hair again, nails dragging gently as he leant in for another kiss, muffling his moans as he started to ride Derek faster, listing himself up and down, enjoying the sound of his slick body and their skin meeting over and over.

“Can feel your knot growing,” Stiles panted, barely moving his mouth away. “Need it bigger than that-“ he murmured, one hand reaching down between them to stroke himself as he bounced on Derek’s cock. “Gonna come on you. Gonna give you everything,” he continued, licking into Derek’s mouth again, moaning louder into the kiss as he jerked himself off, the motion of his hips stuttering before hot pleasure rushed through him, ripping another sobbing cry from him, come covering Derek’s chest, his muscles clenching around the steadily swelling knot.

“More. Fuck, more, please,” Stiles whimpered, leaning forward so that Derek’s thick head rubbed against his swollen prostate, his whole body trembling.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 07:01 pm UTC (link)
He'd never gotten the treat of watching Stiles fuck his fist while his cock was buried in him. Oh, he'd gotten to watch him jerking off a few times, fist stripping his cock until he'd come on Derek's skin. He loved the look now, the feeling of those muscles grasping at him while Stiles spilled pretty over his skin. "Yours," he agreed hips lifting off the couch as he fucked up and into his mate, the base steadily growing thicker.

He knew what Stiles needed, not just the more he was pleading for, but the more that couldn't quite be vocalized. And his good boy, leaning forward so his cock stroked over all the spots he needed -- "Yeah, going to--" he thrust up, knot catching. One of his betas moaned at the sight, loud as he slowly worked his knot out one last time, and eased it back in with a moan of his own.

Derek tried to pull out, felt it catch again with a little whine and couldn't, not even with as slick as his cock was, slick that Stiles was still pumping out. "Hold on." It was a growled out order, and as soon as he felt both arms around him, he flipped them over on the couch and curled around his body, his hips giving short little thrusts that rocked his knot deep as it swelled larger.

Everything in him demanded he provide for his mate-- and his mate needed this. Pinning him down, he growled against his jaw as he went rigid, knot swelling, thighs tensing, hips shoving forward until he could get no deeper and came. "Fuck, baby," he almost whined as the tension fled from his frame and he started hose slow little motions that would keep them both coming.

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