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When virgins start dying in town Stiles is instantly terrified. Not only because he’s a virgin himself but also because somehow any time something bad is happening in town these days, it always ends up involving him and/or the pack in some way. So he thinks he’s more than allowed to be terrified about the whole thing.
He bombards Derek with texts about it. Asking for updates and if they should have another pack meeting to go over things again.
Derek already held an emergency pack meeting about the situation. They’re all monitoring it best they can but it doesn’t change the fact that Stiles is still a human virgin who is definitely going to end up dead.
The Alpha reassures him with platitudes so Stiles ends up having to spell it out for him plain and simple. “I need to get fucked, Derek”. He immediately regrets texting that but he’s kind of panicking over here.
Derek’s eventual reply makes his panic momentarily evaporate: “You’re right.”
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Stiles starts to date some guy in college who turns out to be a secret cuck and ends up asking Stiles if he'd be into getting fucked by another guy as he watched.
Stiles hesitates for maybe two minutes before saying sure, why not. He has one condition though. He's the one who chooses who gets to fuck him.
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He sits on his hunches at Derek’s feet and tentatively brushes the fingers of one hand at Derek’s ankle, on the dirty jeans. Just making his presence, his touch, known there.
Derek inhales sharply making Stiles stop moving his fingers but he’s not pushed away so after a few tense seconds, Stiles starts brushing his fingers again, slowly going higher to Derek’s calf.
Stiles shifts a little, lifting himself onto his knees again and brings his other hand to Derek’s other leg, matching what he’s doing with his other hand.
Derek’s breathing itches and Stiles stops again, heart pounding in his chest. He keeps his eyes down and when again he isn’t pushed away, he starts moving again, keeping his movements slow and deliberate.
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Hunters wanting to send Derek a message because technically they can't touch Derek himself without provoking all out war but his human toy is another thing entirely.
Humans may have some protections under Pack law but those don't apply to Hunters. They consider humans under their own jurisdiction and can do whatever they please to the ones who fraternizes with the enemy.
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Two truckers come out of the diner laughing loudly and make their way to the building housing the bathrooms.
That’s when Stiles gets out of his jeep, ducks his head and makes his way to the same building on quick feet.
A dark suspicion slithers into his mind and Derek sniffs the air seeking Stiles on the wind as Stiles disappears into the building’s door, after the truckers.
What he smells freezes him to his core, it confirms his dark suspicion and makes Derek’s brain malfunction for a few seconds.
Stiles is aroused. He smells of lust and excitement with a hint of shame. Derek knows exactly what Stiles is doing here and his brain jumpstarts and in the next second he’s sprinting across the street getting honked at by a car passing by and continues running until he’s nearly pulling the building’s door off its hinges in his haste to get inside of it, blood boiling in his veins.
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A Supernatural Conservation Clinic's Mission by sockpuppetstrings
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
24 Dec 2022
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Between a rock and a hard place, Stiles seeks a solution at the Beacon Hills Associated Hospital, an SCC affiliate specialized in breeding programs to ensure the survival of endangered supes. He can only hope that Derek Hale will give him the time of day and help save his father out of the goodness of his heart because Stiles has very little to offer, besides the small chance of freedom if they successfully breed.
“I must say, I’m surprised you continue to pursue Derek even after all of our warnings. He won’t choose you. He’s been here long enough that his instincts are getting confused. I believe he interfered in Jordan’s courting because he thought Jordan was a threat to your wellbeing. Don’t mistake his interference for interest.” Deaton sighs. “He’s stubborn and volatile. His reluctance to breed doesn’t bode well for his future. Which is an immense pity. He’s the last of his line. A direct descendant of one of the few native werewolf packs in California.”
“I know,” Stiles says.
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Derek and Stiles eavesdrop on bad dates at the local coffee shop.
“I never knew you were such a gossip,” Stiles said, amused.
“I don't get out much,” Derek mumbled.
“Well, dinner and a show, you're practically a patron of the arts,” Stiles said.
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Meet a mysterious, drop-dead gorgeous stranger (that has a peculiar yet endearing infatuation with wolves) have the best sex of your life, and then fall in love with him.
That is what you do on your summer vacation in the idyllic Florida keys… Right?
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There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
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Stiles' gaze fell on the ads and random bits of paper stuck to the street pole. He ripped the offending advertisement off and was about to throw it out when his eyes caught a familiar face.
Closely shorn head. Big, doe eyes, an impish smile, and his mother’s nose.
Stiles stared at himself, black and white and frozen above giant letters, which spelled a bold “MISSING”.