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Asexual Derek

@asexualderek / asexualderek.tumblr.com

Multi-shipper, Malia/Kira/Braeden Supporter.
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Masterlist - Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 - AO3

Stiles climbed from the car and started to move towards the front door of Peter’s place, but stopped when he felt the cold chill inside of him, and he turned to the alpha, moving to the older man as quickly as he could.

He stilled when he felt a sharp, painful bite in his head, “Ow, what the fuck?” he turned to the direction it had came from and stopped as he saw the man laid on the ground a good distance away and Stiles reached up, claws coming out as he picked the bullet from where it had barely managed to settle itself in his skin and looked at it.

“Wolfsbane.”

Peter looked at the bullet with wide eyes, reaching up to put his hand on Stiles’s shoulder, “Stiles-” he started as the vampire’s eyes went black and a second shot was fired.

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Masterlist - Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 - AO3

The alpha showered quickly, only taking the time to stare at the blood rolling off of him, puddling at his feet before swirling down the drain. Watching it was a little more calming than it should have been, but it was, regardless. He turned the water off and climbed out, drying himself and slipping his boxers on before dropping his dirty clothes in the hamper and turning out the bathroom light.

Peter walked back into the bedroom and grabbed his deodorant from the night stand, rolling some on before putting the cap back in place and moving to join Stiles in the bed.

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“You can’t tell me that the idea hasn’t crossed either of your minds,” Stiles pouted, realizing that he was probably pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help himself; he wanted it.

“Not really,” Derek responded as he slowly crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Stiles, “We agreed to this for you, Stiles, not because of any alternative situations…” he glanced at Peter then, narrowing his brows.

Stiles groaned in annoyance, “Oh, come on,” he threw his arms out in exasperation and looked at Peter, “You haven’t thought of it? I mean, please, give me something to work with here.”

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Stiles felt horribly guilty taking things from his house to move them into Peter’s without telling his dad, but he seriously needed more than the few changes of clothes at his mate’s place, packing his stuff for making weapons and a good few other things that he wouldn’t have taken on a weekend camping trip (or a week long one).

He probably would’ve felt less horrible if he’d been nonchalant about it, but he’d snuck it all out like a fucking burglar, and it made him seem like he was doing something he shouldn’t have been. Which, yeah, he totally got that that was like... all of his life - doing things that were wrong - but this actually felt that way.

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Scott stood up as well, still fingering the taller beta, “He’s as ready as he’s gonna be, at least until one of us is in him,” he told Stiles. He gripped the base of his length and rubbed the head of his dick against Isaac’s ass cheek, hissing from just how good the little bit of contact felt.

Isaac bared his throat to Stiles the best he could, the urge to do so coming almost immediately as if the other beta was his superior. He reached up and rested his palms on Stiles’s shoulders though, cock twitching it’s interest at Scott’s words, “What’s that supposed to even mean?”

“You should probably go first,” Stiles said as he recognized that still unfamiliar roll of arousal as Isaac submitted.

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Stiles would never understand how he’d handled so many werewolves before, when he wasn’t one himself. He’d went from having zero game - literally zero, as in ‘kiss virgin’ - to having all of the game humanly possible in his pack. He wasn’t sure if he had their heats to thank for it, or if it was all Scott’s fault for kissing him, but something had shifted, that was for sure. He’d take it, though, even if he didn’t really understand where it’d stemmed from.

Stiles set the cell down on his lap as he climbed into the jeep outside Derek’s loft and started it up. It was still raining outside, so he’d went from being pleasantly damp to soaked to the bone in nearly two seconds flat, and he’d spent at least five hours at the alpha’s.

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Stiles clutched his red hoodie close as he climbed from the jeep and walked through the insane downpour, tropical storm weather didn’t really stop him from coming over the next day.

He’d made his promises and he was keeping them.

Which meant he’d woken up naked, with a warm man behind him, still knotted inside of him even though he didn’t need to be. Stiles had left his mate sprawled on the bed after they got off, showered and dropped by his dad’s house.

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