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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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surlier
2017-12-22 11:56 am UTC (link)

Those cries left his gums tingling, and he knew Stiles wouldn't mind. That he'd like it, and so he didn't fight it, letting his teeth shift and pressing them up against his jaw where he could feel them. They were all for Stiles, all because of his lovely, sweet mate.

He whined as he felt that budding tension in Stiles' thighs, his muscles trying to clamp down on his knot, and growled when he came again, just as Derek wanted, his own orgasm chasing Stiles'. He'd never get tired of that, never get tired of feeling his mate coming around him and provoking more pleasure out of him.

It was the nails digging into his skin that had him rocking in hard. They were a sharp pleasure in his arm, a grab that most people wouldn't make and that he loved almost as much as the hand in his hair.

And in the background, he heard his beta's pleasure, but it didn't stop him from pressing his face into the side of Stiles' neck and breathing in deep. This was the pleasure he wanted, the scent he craved, and he let out a pleased growl at the affectionate term.

"Do it," he ground out around teeth too large. Even if they were both actively trying to avoid Stiles' pregnancy, it didn't stop either one of them from wanting it. Didn't stop him from rutting in and doing his best to help Stiles' orgasm. "Want you to--" He set his teeth against the bite mark he'd made with human ones, and lapped at the spot, words too difficult to try for more of them as his knot throbbed inside his mate.

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_stiles
2017-12-22 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Stiles felt himself melting as Derek’s fangs grew, as they brushed his skin so gently. Claws still pressed against him, too, just as careful. No, it was more than just a kink, Stiles was sure. It was because he was an omega, because his mate was an alpha wolf. That’s why he loved Derek’s shift, why it turned him on so much. His mate was powerful, of course it was a thrill to feel it. And it was half of who Derek was.

Fingers still kept running through Derek’s hair, petting him as he nuzzled against Stiles, as he drank in his scent. All that Stiles could smell now was the two of them, their mingled scent, everything about Derek surrounding him in s bubble.

“Please, please-“ Stiles stuttered out, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. For Derek to get him pregnant, to fill him, to bring him to orgasm again? Mostly the former. As though they could simply wish around the contraception, as though they could say they tried but it just didn’t work-

The gentle prickle of Derek’s teeth against his mark made Stiles arch and cry out, pressing as close to Derek’s body as he was able to. He didn’t bother to hold back his moans, didn’t bother to keep quiet about how much pleasure he felt. Derek was working his hips in just the right way. The way he wanted and needed.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me," Stiles moaned out, forgetting all sense of gentle purred words, of teasing Derek with their shared desire to create life. No, it was too good. He clung to Derek, head thrown back to give his mate more access to his neck, continuing to moan out with every rock of their joined hips.

One hand held Derek's head where it was, enjoying the thrill of sensation through the mark on his neck, enjoying the swell of the bond between them. Another orgasm rolled through him, heavy and satisfying, his body tensing up with the pleasure, a rough tremble running through him.

He wanted to be pregnant. He wanted this to be the time.

Isaac was watching with dazed eyes, his hand moving slowly up and down his own cock. He wasn't going to reach out and touch, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to nuzzle at Derek, he wanted to run his fingers over his sweaty muscles, he wanted to know what Stiles' skin felt like. But Derek was curled over his mate, the motion of his muscles almost hypnotic. He whined, hearing Stiles gasp, hearing him plead, and Derek growl happily in turn as they tried to breed, to make a pup.

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surlier
2017-12-23 01:05 pm UTC (link)

Those quiet little pleas -- Derek knew what they meant (all of the above) and he tired, he tried so hard to give his mate just what he was craving.

In these moments, he didn't care that Stiles was on contraception, that he was too, that they were actively trying not to get pregnant. Every bit of him said that it was good and right to fill him with children, that it was something they both needed.

And his wonderful mate -- always so ready for it, letting out those little sounds, that cry as he arched up against him like an offering to take, and Derek couldn't resist.

Knowing how much his mate loved his claws and fangs, he rubbed the former up his sides, scratching without breaking the skin, a constant reminder of their length and sharpness. The former he dragged across his throat, hips still working steadily against him, knot still rocking slow inside.

He felt there first, in the squeezing of his muscles as he tried to clamp down around his knot and couldn't quite make it. Derek growled out his approval, not bothering to hold the sound back, not when Stiles enjoyed it so much. He held his mate through the tremble, the fresh burst of scent forcing him to rut deeper. Just a little bit -- his hands clutched at Stiles' waist, holding him still as he bucked in and came again.

He kept rocking through the aftershocks, making soft little pleased noises against Stiles throat.

His mate was so good, so good -- his arms slid under Stiles' body to wrap around him, and he pressed his face deep into the corner of his neck where it met his shoulder. "Mine," he rumbled happily, the tip of his ear flicking slightly as he listened to -- geez, Isaac.

Maybe if he tried a little harder he might be able to pick out the scents of his betas and what they were up to under Stiles', but he didn't want to. He wanted Stiles' scent for a little while longer, even as his fangs began to recede, and his more wolfy features faded back into his human ones.

"One more," he heard Erica say to Boyd from where she was bouncing on his lap, sounded like.

Mmm, one more he could do. He pressed a wicked grin into Stiles' skin and arched his spine, the tip of his tongue dragging down his chest to one pointed nipple.

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_stiles
2017-12-24 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Stiles knew it as well as Derek did. They were on contraception, but they were trying as hard as they could to get around it. They wanted it. They both wanted it so much. They were mates, and Stiles was so ready, his body was so ready.

He whimpered happily at the claws along his sides, relishing the fact that as powerful as Derek was, as close as his wolf was to the surface he wouldn’t hurt Stiles. Claws and teeth. The teeth against his throat made him tremble and press closer, holding Derek’s teeth in place against the mark on his throat.

“Yes,” he breathed when he felt Derek coming again, felt the pulse of his cock and his knot inside him.

“Yours,” Stiles agreed, his own nails running gently down Derek’s strong back as he was held.

One more? Stiles drew in a breath and turned his head, watching Erica riding slowly up and down on Boyd’s cock, her breasts out. Again, months ago, Stiles would have loved this view, he would have never gotten over it. Even seeing Isaac laying there, slowly stroking his cock as he watched, as he looked directly at Stiles. He met Isaac’s gaze just as Derek’s tongue met his nipple.

Stiles gasped, then cried out, lifting up to meet the touch. Isaac groaned quietly, eyes fluttering closed for a second, his hand moving faster. And it was a turn on, it was arousing to know that he and Derek could do this to their pack. And he liked how Isaac was watching him. Derek was doing enough to turn him on, to make him feel sexy, but he liked the addition of Isaac’s attention.

“Derek,” Stiles breathed, dragging his nails gently up the back of Derek’s neck into his hair. “Think Of when our pups are here- think of how good I’ll taste,” He rasped, rolling his hips down, moving himself onto Derek’s knot. “Yes. Yeah, Derek, fill me up. Fill me up.”

He kept his hips moving, feeling his next orgasm building. That one more. The attention to his nipples, the pleasure it added was achingly good, and now he could hear Erica panting, he could hear Isaac moaning next to him, and Derek rumbling. “Close. I’m so close. I’m so- Derek. Fuck-“

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surlier
2017-12-25 09:34 pm UTC (link)

A little shudder ran through him as Stiles' nails ran over the tattoo between his shoulder blades, the muscles bunching up around his touch and shuddering back into being relaxed once his nails passed.

He didn't miss that fresh burst of arousal, a hint of spice in all the sweet that was his mate's scent and his teeth closed around one pebbled nipple as he turned his head enough to watch his pack out of the corner of his eye.

Erica with her nails scratching up the back of Boyd's neck, cupping the back of his head and pulling his face into her breasts -- and Isaac with his hand around his cock, pale cheeks flushed.

He growled at Stiles's hands slid into his hair, gaze darting up to his mate's. Stiles wanted him to think about -- and of course he did. Already he tasted so fucking good that Derek barely wanted to keep his tongue out of him, but once he was pregnant, and after once he'd given birth, and milk would be coming out of the same nipples he was currently paying attention to --

Another growl rumbled out of his chest, the tip of his tongue flicking over the flesh captured between his teeth as he jerked forward. One more, he wanted one more, and with Stiles' warning, he knew he was going to get it. Both hands closed around his hips, holding his mate still as he worked his knot deeper into him.

It wouldn't take much more -- not with Stiles hot underneath him, moaning, and then he felt that clench of his muscles as he came and Derek snarled, body tensing from his thighs to his shoulders as he pushed as deep as he could go, knot throbbing as he came again.

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_stiles
2017-12-27 08:24 am UTC (link)

Stiles hummed. He loved every little reaction he got from Derek, every noise he could draw from him. And the arching was so sexy. That was going onto the new and expanding ‘things to look into in more detail later’ list. Tracing Derek’s tattoo with his tongue. Yes.

He arched himself when he felt the brush of Derek’s teeth against his nipple, uttering a much softer cry, hooking his legs around the back of Derek’s thighs as though there were any way his mate could pull back.

That in addition to Derek’s grip, the way he pounded into him, the way his knot rubbed relentlessly against his prostate. That final orgasm was too good. Too good. The aftershocks rolled through him over and over, even as Derek came, and Stiles tipped his head back, baring his throat once again to his mate. Derek felt so good, on top of him, covering him protectively, filling him, over and around and inside him. And still Stiles was trembling.

He didn’t notice what the others were doing. He didn’t see Erica and Boyd holding each other close as they moaned softly into each other’s mouths, he didn’t see Isaac stroking himself quickly to orgasm as he gazed hungrily at Derek and Stiles. Everything was his mate. Everything was Derek and his body aching to turn their mutual pleasure into something even more wonderful.

How much could one tiny pill stop, anyway?

Stroking his fingers through Derek’s hair, Stiles drew Derek down to press his mouth back against his mark.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, slowly relaxing, slowly unclenching everything so that, eventually, Derek could pull out. “I love you.”

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surlier
2017-12-27 12:07 pm UTC (link)

There was no way he could pull out if he'd wanted to, and he didn't want to, yet Stiles wrapped his legs around him like he might slide free of his trembling body and miss a second of his aftershocks. Hell no. His hands slid around his back, knees drawing up so Stiles was cradled more between his thighs than Derek laying flat and long on top of him.

And he kept moving, mouthing over Stiles' bared collarbone, over his throat, sucking and lapping at his mark while he kept trying to prolong his mate's orgasm.

"Good boy," he whispered into his skin. Distantly, he was aware of his pack, of their slowing heart beats and pleasured noises, but he didn't focus on it, couldn't, as he nuzzled his mate through his trembles. "My good boy."

They were both working so hard to get Stiles pregnant and one day those pills weren't going to be enough. It might be today. He hummed pleasantly at the thought and kissed the mark again as Stiles urged his mouth there.

"Love you," he whispered back. His knot was shrinking, but he wasn't ready to pull out yet, to leave the warmth and comfort of his mate's body. Even though it wasn't the best position to knot in, he loved hose close they were, how he could shift a little bit and kiss Stiles, tongue sweeping lazily through his mouth. Or watch his face, or feel how they were flush from shoulder to thigh.

His betas got up and moving before they did, and someone picked up a blanket to cover them with. Isaac by the smell, by the brushing touch of fingertips down his spine.

Derek was finally ready to pull free once they were all settled again, Erica cuddled into Boyd's side and Isaac by the couch, watching them still. He muffled his little moan as he slid free into Stiles' shoulder, and gingerly rolled them over until they were spooning with him as the big spoon.

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_stiles
2017-12-28 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Stiles wasn’t sure if it was the omega in him or just that he had Derek, and Derek brought out a lot in him, but he loved the times his mate curled around or over him, the way he protected him with his body, claimed him with his entire self.

He felt safe, so incredibly safe that the trembles of his orgasm continued in gentle waves, encouraged by Derek moving, by the mouth on his throat, over the mark that seemed to be directly linked to every pleasure point in his body. Stiles clung to Derek, whimpering out soft little sounds for just his mate, supplicant, submissive noises, and basking in the paired of being a good boy. He was, he was Derek’s good boy.

The comfort lulled him intoa gentle doze, still holding Derek, only protesting and waking again when it was time for them to part. Stiles was far less cautious with his noises, mewling as Derek pulled out of him, even if he was pulled close immediately, wrapped in those strong arms.

Stiles couldn’t work out what the expression on Isaac’s face was. Couldn’t work out the expression in his eyes. But Boyd and Erica were cuddling, he and Derek were cuddling-

He reached out his hand towards Isaac, beckoning him closer. It took a few moments to coax him over, a few fleeting looks of concern from Isaac to Derek before he settled next to Stiles’ hand, sighing with something akin to relief when Stiles ran his fingers gently through his curls.

“You doing okay?” Stiles asked, wondering if he should talk to Derek about maybe expanding the pack by one non-pup, to give Isaac someone to bond with properly.

Isaac nodded, his eyes closed. “I enjoyed it.”

“You did? Good. Good,” Stiles cooed. He wanted to ask if Isaac would want to watch again, but suddenly that seemed a little too personal, a little too presumptuous.

"It smells good. You look good," Isaac slurred softly, his afterglow being bumped up again by the petting. Maybe it was a bad idea to touch.

"Thank you," Stiles added, shifting back against Derek.

"Do you think you're pregnant?" Isaac asked, resting his head on the edge of the sofa.

"Maybe," Stiles replied without thinking. That was too easy. It was surprising how easy the word came to him.

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surlier
2017-12-28 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Derek understood that look in Isaac's eyes, the wanting that the younger were was trying to cope with. It wasn't for them, he understood that too, but it was for what they had. Derek nosed at Stiles' shoulder, but didn't stop him from reaching out to comfort his beta. It was good and right for Stiles to do so.

"He'll," he started out rough as he gazed at Isaac. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You'll present before next weekend, Isaac." He didn't say as what and Isaac didn't ask. He only flushed, pride and hope burning in his scent.

If they had a larger pack, or more unattached alphas, whoever was interested in him, and he in them, would help him through both presentation and heats. It didn't mean a mating, not yet.

The question of Stiles pregnancy had his eyes flaring though, and his next inhale was deep. No change in his scent, but that didn't mean anything. It would take a few hours at least for that to change. And more likely a few days before Derek would be able to tell from his scent.

"I can't tell yet," he growled, arm tightening around Stiles' waist as he buried his face in his shoulder. His other arm wiggles under Stiles' head and he began to lightly run his fingers though Isaac's curls.

It took another few minutes before Boyd and Erica shuffled over and the three of his betas started to cuddle together.

"You're going to be so fluffy," Erica said as she hugged Isaac around his middle.

Derek laughed into Stiles shoulder as Isaac still tried to rub his head into Derek's palm. "You can finally use that strap on you've been terrorizing Boyd with," he quipped.

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_stiles
2017-12-29 10:30 am UTC (link)

Stiles tipped his head in surprise, half turning to ask Derek as what, wanting to know. Derek could smell it, obviously. The way he had smelt it on Stiles. Maybe an omega- at the very least a beta able to carry children. The way he sought affection, the way he melted into their touches, it would make sense if he had heats, too. But Derek hadn’t said and Stiles wasn’t going to present his assumptions in front of everyone else. Maybe it was obvious to everyone, though-

He wondered what Scott would say. But then something else- what if Isaac was Scott’s mate? He was reaching, he knew that. Scott has never had any inclination towards men, but he and Isaac had always been close, they had a bond different to the one Stiles had with Scott, and Stiles had been jealous, very jealous. But what if that was the reason? The same reason he’d always been drawn to Derek? The thought excited him, but he was just a hopeless romantic now. He wanted everyone to find their mates.

Stiles wasn’t disappointed that Derek couldn’t immediately tell if he was pregnant or not. Even he knew it would take a few days at the very least for anything to be obvious. And he’d tried to quell that want, he wanted to stop hoping every time they had sex.

All of the affection aimed at Isaac pleased Stiles on a very protective level, the way he was sure Derek felt it, too. They were their betas, their happiness was important.

“You want us to help him through his heats?” Erica raised her eyebrows, but she looked as though the thought was quite far up her list of things that were totally acceptable. And okay, it had just been Stiles who hadn’t noticed. “I think maybe he’d be better with a big strong alpha-“ she grinned.

Stiles knew she was teasing, and he knew that was never going to happen. Derek wouldn’t do that. But still, he frowned, pressing possessively back against his mate.

“No?” Erica beamed. “What about Scott?”

Stiles couldn’t help the flush that rose in his cheeks, guilty of having been thinking exactly that.

“Oooh-“ Erica leant in close to him, her eyes wide. “What about Scott, huh, Stiles?”

Isaac was staring at him too. Stiles couldn’t work out his feelings from the still dazed expression on his face, but he desperately wanted to back out of the conversation.

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surlier
2017-12-29 12:06 pm UTC (link)

"He smells like the inside of a Twinkie," Derek confided to him quietly. It was so very general and not at all like what Stiles smelled like to him, but then, he wasn't Isaac's mate. His mate would likely be able to pick out individual notes in his scent. And it'd be far more personal than Derek saying he smelled like the inside of a Twinkie.

"If that's something all of you want." His gaze met Erica, who very much looked like she'd love to have Isaac spread out under her, to Boyd who didn't look phased at all, and finally to Isaac who was blushing into the roots of his curls.

He grinned a little at the comment, and more when he felt Stiles pressing back into him. "A different big, strong Alpha," he told her. Even if he wanted to have sex with someone else, Derek wasn't sure he could. Or that he'd ever be able to without constantly comparing them to Stiles and finding them lacking.

They could all smell it when she mentioned Scott, heard the little uptick in Stiles' heart beat. So, Stiles thought so too.

"Let Isaac decide who he wants to help him through, if anyone." Isaac was old enough to make that decision on his own and to find someone, if he wanted anyone, to help him through. "If he wants our help, he can ask." Everyone could be happy with that, and nodded slightly towards his beta. Decision made, he snuggled into Stiles' back, hands kneading at his sides.

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_stiles
2017-12-29 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Stiles beamed at the whispered description of Isaac’s scent. That was a nice thing to smell of, he thought. It wasn’t in depth and intimate the way Derek described him, but it wouldn’t be. They were pack, but not mates.

But he did like the thought of their betas together, liked the thought of them helping Isaac. He could trust them, they’d take care of him, their scent would comfort him. Stiles didn’t like the thought of a strange alpha or beta taking advantage-

He hoped Isaac would ask. He hoped he wouldn’t be too nervous to broach the subject. And apparently he wasn’t, at all, because an hour or so later, when the movie was long over and the food was gone, and Erica was in the bathroom whilst Boyd and Derek cleaned up, Isaac inched his way to Stiles’ side, his fingers toying with Stiles’ borrowed shirt.

“Do you think Scott would?” He asked after s few false starts. “Do you think you could ask him?”

“Uh-“ Stiles didn’t want to have that conversation. Or this one. But the wolves had obviously considered Scott so- “I think we should wait until you present. You might hate how he smells then. Or you might both really like each other’s scent and you won’t need me to say anything-“

Isaac nodded. It wasn’t really a thing you could plan ahead before you knew someone’s scent properly. Even Stiles had been amazed at what he could pick up once he presented, things that said compatible or not compatible. Derek had smelt perfect, but Stiles had initially blamed that on the feelings that had been there before.

“We’ll work something out, Yeah? And you have Erica and Boyd. They love you as much as-“

“You and Derek,” Isaac cut him off, then blushed and pursed his lips.

That couldn’t happen. Well, it could, but it wouldn’t be fair on Isaac. Stiles couldn’t feel anything like that for anyone but Derek.

“We’ll see how you feel, yeah? When you present.”

It bothered him. He sat on their sofa once they were alone, his head swimming with thoughts.

“We need to take Isaac to see Deaton,” he said when he felt Derek approaching. “We need to get him on some contraception before his first heat.” Stiles worried at the fabric of Derek’s shirt, then slid his hand under it to touch his own belly, as though he might be able to feel their baby. As though the contraceptive he wanted to work for Isaac might not work for him.

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surlier
2017-12-29 07:10 pm UTC (link)

There were so many conflicting scents coming out of the living room while Derek and Boyd cleaned up in the kitchen. He didn't miss the looks that Isaac was throwing them. Not envious, not jealous, but hopeful. His scent was hopeful.

Whether he was hoping to have a mate of his own, or of having the two of them take care of him through his presentation and heats, Derek couldn't tell. Neither of those were things he could help with though. And what he could do? "We'll have to swap out watching over Isaac when he presents. We can take shifts, but he'll need someone to keep an eye on him.

"And if you think you or Erica might want to fuck him through it, get his consent now. Not when he's already in." If they decided to, and if Isaac decided he wanted that, it was up to them to make that decision. Derek wouldn't force it.

After they all left, he settled on the couch next to his mate. As much as pack time was good, this was good too, and his hand worked under he borrowed shirt to rub over Stiles' belly, fingertips teasing at the line of dark hair that ran south of his navel. "We will, after. He won't get pregnant befor you," Derek said quietly. Stiles had to get pregnant first. Their pups had priority.

"Now what's worrying you? Is it Scott? If they are mates -- it's fine. They'll decide what they want to do, and we'll support them." It was as easy as that when it came to mates.

"And if not, we'll figure something out. Something that doesn't include inviting Isaac into our bed."

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_stiles
2017-12-30 11:23 am UTC (link)

"I'm not worried about him getting pregnant before me," Stiles replied with a frown. "I'm worried about him getting pregnant at all. He's going to have heats, he's going to have sex, there's nothing to stop it, Derek. And if he's not mated, or if it's someone he doesn't even know- he's not in the right place to have pups." He liked the soothing touch on his belly, he liked the way the way Derek held him, and it was kind of helping his anxiety. "I'm not that selfish, Derek. I can cope with having another omega around-" just in case that was in any doubt.

"And- Derek, Scott's an idiot. I love him to death, I really do, but he's a total moron. Isaac could have a flashing sign over his head that said 'Scott, I'm your mate' and he'd still be confused. I don't want him to fuck up. I don't want Isaac to get hurt." And he didn't want Isaac in bed with them. It wasn't going to happen, he knew it wasn't going to happen, but the idea had come up such a short time ago that he was still jittery over it.

He sighed and leant back against Derek, into the warmth of his body. It would work out. Everything would be fine, he knew that. At least he had Derek to worry with. Calm, sensible Derek.

"You're a great Alpha," Stiles whispered. "You're going to be a great dad."

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surlier
2017-12-30 09:08 pm UTC (link)

"I am," Derek said with a little frown. "Or at all." Alpha's pups had to come first, and even wolf packs in the wild usually only had one litter a season to avoid overpopulation. With humans it was different, but he never heard of another pair mating before the alpha and their mate. It could be seen as a challenge to them, and Derek really didn't want to see what instincts he had in response to that.

Nudging his face into the side of Stiles' neck, he simply breathed in and listened. "I don't either, and I'll do what I can to make sure that doesn't happen, but sometimes you have to let -- let people fuck up so they can learn."

Scott had similar instincts to Derek, but not the same experiences. He'd had to learn how to be a werewolf without ever growing up in a pack like Derek had.

He smiled when he felt his mate settle into his frame and simply held him close. "So are you. And a great pack momma," he teased a little. "Love you."

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