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Smol update:
Hey, yeah. For those wondering, I'm still alive. Work's been killing me and really not helping with the whole not having muse thing, but I still plan to come back soon-ish.
Miss you all and hope I finally get time to rp with you guys again soon-ish. :)
NICO SPEAKS:
I know I haven’t been online in a while. Tumblr’s not been kind to me in the past few weeks and it’s hard to write with the negativity so, yeah. Also Genshin Impact and FFXIV has been taking up my time.
I still have muse for Stiles, for sure. Just hard to write on tumblr right now. I’ll be back, maybe after the holidays are over (2021?), could be earlier, but we’ll see.
If you have my discord, well, we can rp there for sure.
NICO SPEAKS:
Heyo! Not in the mood to be on tumblr tonight. Will be playing FFXIV or Genshin Impact. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my discord. ^_^
The alpha nodded at Stiles’ selection, allowing the other to order it for the table. Clark smiled as he kept his gaze fixated on the younger man. “It’s an acquired taste, but I hope you like it. I don’t usually do drinks, but I figured we’d do something special today,” he admitted, figuring that the sake could have been a better choice if Stiles wasn’t fond of it. As the food arrived, Clark also began eating, trying to remind himself that he should not feel this hesitant or nervous about it. And yet, he wanted everything to go perfectly, not wanting to scare off Stiles.
“Well, I…I’m just busy, I suppose. I don’t really give dating much of a thought,” he said with a small laugh, which was true in his eyes. “I wouldn’t say I’m married to work but there are a lot of things in my life that require my attention and not many people are comfortable with that,” Clark admitted, wondering if Stiles would take that as an acceptable answer without revealing too much.
“That’s fair,” Stiles agreed, before popping another roll into his mouth. He didn’t push the issue any further seeing that he didn’t want to come off as too clingy, but he did like guys who were independent and didn’t feel the need to be attached to their partner’s hip.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly, both of them staying on safe topics like childhood stories or personal experiences that were funny in hindsight. Stiles told Clark about his father, but barely mentioned his mom. His chemistry teacher who wanted to fail him for being a loud mouthed Omega, and so forth. It’s not long before they’re taking a walk on the street, Stiles working up the courage to hold Clark’s hand when he sees smoke in the distance and the distant sound of sirens wailing. “Look like there’s a fire over there.” He pointed at where the smoke was coming from and tried not to take it as a bad omen for their first date. “Anyways, where are we going again?
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Lips crushed against Stiles, his hand holding the low of his body, rough broad fingers taking ownership of his clothed bottom, sliding aside the fabric and protruding inside. The human’s lips bitten by the werewolf’s as he growled, eyes glowing sharp, as he moved down his neck to take on his scent mixed to that of his pack. and as his mouth opened he took a big bite ─ harmless ─ over that neck, attempting to leave a painless mark.
Stiles can’t understand the immortal werewolf’s fascination with someone like him. Still, he wasn’t going to look too much into it as he’s too busy baring his neck for the man and pressed his hips forward as he straddled Gerard. His hand carded through the werewolf’s hair, pressing his face further into his neck, letting out a loud groan as he felt blunt teeth press harder against his skin.
“… fuck,” theo cried out in response to the other biting at his earlobe, his cock twitching from the sensation. he was so damn hard, and he needed more. luckily, he wasn’t the only one feeling this way, as stiles was a complete mess as well. when stiles grabbed his wrist and started to pull him along, theo stopped, making the other turn around and look at him. the chimera easily dragged him closer again, one hand grabbing stiles’ jaw to force the human to look at him. “calling the guy who’s about to fuck your brains out an asshole doesn’t seem like such a good idea. or i might change my mind,” he growled, before letting go again.
this time it was his turn to grab stiles and lead him to the guest bedroom.
Stiles was pretty proud of how he navigated Lydia’s hallway without accidentally pressing his erection against someone while keeping Theo to follow him. They’re just a few more steps to the bedroom when he feels Theo stop abruptly. He’s about to ask if the chimera was having second thoughts, only to be met with a defiant look on the other’s face. “Well, if you’re expecting me to roll over and call you, sir, you have another thing coming, asshole.” Stiles retorted, a smarmy grin on his face as they finally reached the bedroom and locked the door behind them. “You better make this the best sex of my life, Theodore. Lydia’s probably gonna castrate both of us when she finds out, so make it memorable.” He joked before crowding Theo on the bed and straddled the chimera.
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“Well, maybe I’ll be able to pronounce it correctly,” Kit offered with a slight grin on his face. He was feeling good about meeting someone new in the town that was aware of people like him. It made things much easier. Perhaps in the future he’d be trusted with Stiles’ real name. The patrol might even help him get to that point, too. So without saying much else, he listened to Stiles explain about Scott’s pack and the inner-workings of the town that his family had arrived in. The more he learned, the more he worried about trouble brewing from his family of hot-headed werewolves. Most, like his brothers, took what they wanted without any regard for others. Hunters weren’t as much of an issue when you have a large family and pack to back you up. “We’re new, yeah. I wasn’t super thrilled about coming here but I’m warming up to it,” Kit said as he glanced over at his new friend.
“Yeah that’s what everyone say. And then they see the mess of consonants that somehow passes off as a name in Poland, and then the go back to calling me Stiles.” He half-joked bending down to grab the flashlight he’d dropped when he was jumped by Kit’s brothers. He leads the way, doing his routing patrol, looking for any signs of supernatural disturbances. “Yeah, Beacon Hills isn’t exactly the best place to live--- but things did start getting less intense and more quiet, at least until your family moved in. No offense.” People started to panic again as carcasses of wildlife started increasing again, the town never having truly recovered from Peter’s frenzy all those years ago. “So, Kit. Tell me more about you and your family. What do you do for a living?” Stiles asked as he slung an arm around the werewolf, disregarding his personal space like they’ve been friends for years. He’s still a little suspicious of the man, but maybe if he’d gotten his scent mixed in with his, he’d be less willing to maul him if he lost control.
“but that would take away all the surprise…” he brought his hands to the other’s ass, grabbing his cheeks and yanking him closer, letting their bulges press and rub against each other. he was enjoying this way too much, had wanted this to happen ever since he was back in beacon hills. his feral side was showing, and he let it take full control of his body. stiles and marek weren’t exclusive, so there was nothing to hold back for.
lips were caught into a kiss, and theo returned it, wildly, passionately. their tongues, dancing, fighting, with each other; theo wanting to taste every inch of the other’s mouth that was always so busy talking and chewing on things. he’d be chewing on something else entirely soon. there was no way back now. a hand slid between their bodies, grabbing at the other’s growing bulge, and they couldn’t help but break their kiss for a moment.
It’s one thing for Theo to kiss him back, but for Stiles to feel Theo’s groin pressed against him and feel just how much he’s affecting the chimera as well... That’s on a whole new level. He melts into the touch and lets Theo have his way, not caring if they were in the middle of a room full of people. The lights were dim and the music was loud and Stiles didn’t care in the slightest.
He moaned into the kiss as he felt a hand squeeze at his bulge, pulling away so he could rest his forehead on Theo’s shoulder. “Asshole.” Stiles grunted out, completely broken before mimicking Theo’s earlier movements and pressed his lips against Theo’s neck, licking a long stripe up to his eat before biting at his earlobe. “I’m wearing cotton pants, asshole. We’d better find an empty room before I poke someone’s eye out.” He doesn’t wait for a response and just grabs at Theo’s wrist again and leads him to the guest bedroom.
As they sat down at their table in the restaurant, Clark couldn’t help but smile at the Omega’s words. “Lucky guess,” he chuckled, although the reporter had pulled some favors to get a more private table with a beautiful view. “I figured I’d take you somewhere nice, after all. Show you the nicer parts of Metropolis.” He wasn’t made of money, but the Kryptonian did have a comfortable amount of money to spend in this fancy establishment. “If it makes you feel any better, I do know the owner of the place, so it’s not like I’m made of money,” he mused.
Clark had called beforehand for the restaurant to serve some of their expensive drinks, a request that was quickly fulfilled by the waitress pouring out hot sake into their cups for the two of them to drink. “Order whatever you’d like, Stiles. Tonight’s not a mac and cheese night.”
The last time Stiles had eaten this fancy was when Derek had treated the pack out after everyone had graduated. It was meant to be a last hurrah before people went off their separate ways, and even though it was only a few months ago, it felt like a lifetime. “Ah, handsome, nice, and well connected--- you’re too good to be true.” Stiles half-joked wondering what this man’s flaws were.
Stiles looked over at the menu, trying not to feel guilty at the different prices. This was a date and he didn’t want to insult the alpha who was trying to show how much of a good provider he could be. “This platter looks nice,” Stiles said, pointing it out to Clark for his approval before relaying it to their waitress. “I’ve never had sake before.” Stiles admitted before taking a sip and smacking his lips. “Hmm-- tastes like white wine... sorta?” It’s not soon after that their dinner is served in front of them, Stiles letting out a semi-decent “Itadakimasu!” Before digging in, opting for a roll first. “So, call me nosy, but how come you’re still single?” It’s been a question that’s been nagging Stiles all day. It’s not everyday you meet an alpha like Clark and there’s plenty of omegas and betas who’d die to go out with a man like him.
Steve smiled as he walked with the other towards his apartment. “Roscoe will be fine. Don’t worry.” Leading the other into his bedroom, he opened a secret compartment and pulled out one of his newer suits. He pulled off a cowl and held it out to the other. Watching the other try it, Steve smiled and sat on the edge of his bed. He enjoyed watching Stiles’ giddy reaction and gave a soft laugh. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m more than happy to just make you smile. You have an extremely beautiful smile.”
He paused, not sure why he said that. Was he flirting? Was it flirting if it was just one comment? He didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable. “So! Uh… Training room? And maybe if no one is around I’ll sneak you one of Spidey’s old suits to try on. Though maybe no selfies of that. I’d hate for him to get all annoyed… Or actually Tony. He hates people trying on the suits he makes.” He chuckled softly and shook his head.
In his disbelief, Stiles couldn’t stop himself from hugging Cap, squeezing the man tight, only feeling the man’s hard muscles against his body before pulling back with a wide grin on his face. “Sorry. I got carried away, but yeah, holy shit. This is the best day ever.” He lets the man lead him to the training room, still wearing the cowl on. Sure he looked like an ass with the cowl in his plaid shirt and jeans, but Stiles didn’t care. This cowl was something Cap wore often and--- yeah, he’s not going to finish that train of thought lest it leads somewhere creepy.
He does trade the cowl for Spidey’s suit when they get there. Having to get rid of his shirts so he could fit in. It was one of the older ones Spidey owned, but Stiles didn’t care. And then he was handed the iconic shield and Stiles was beside himself at this point. “Come on, Cap. Just one picture in me in the suit and without the armor? I won’t post it, promise,” he said as he removed the mask so he’d have proof that this day actually happened and wasn’t some weird, vivid dream.
the desire was growing stronger, his breath hitched as their chemosignals were as well. the scent of arousal was so clear, and it was not just stiles’, but also his own. he was almost losing it; his eyes flashing a bright yellow for a few moments, as a low, feral growl escaped his lips. theo was impulsive, he was possessive – and all he wanted right now was stiles. those pink, soft lips on his own, and certainly in other places well. he was hard, and it was showing in his damn costume.
“it’s a tie then… marek might have more layers clothing-wise, but personality-wise?” theo was the clear winner there. his hands ran over the other’s back as they kept on dancing, his head tilting to the side, lips brought to stiles’ neck. the other’s scent was driving him crazy. sensory overload came to mind. it didn’t really help that they were at a party were pretty much everyone was as horny as them right now. lips pressed to delicate skin, teeth gently pulling at it.
Stiles was about to retort, only for him to lose his train of thought as he felt warm lips press against his neck, hips jerking forward as blunt teeth nipped at his skin. “Jesus Christ,” Stiles breathed out as his hand shot up to Theo’s hair, keeping his face buried in his neck. “Warn a guy next time,” he chided even though he sounded completely wrecked and couldn’t help but rut against Theo’s thigh.
“--Ah.” He exclaimed as he tried to pull back Theo’s head, staring into his eyes just for the briefest of seconds before closing the distance between their lips. There’s a small part of him that feels guilt. Even if he and Marek were in an open relationship, there was a reason why he wanted to keep things from Theo and this might be the reason why. But Stiles can’t help himself as he slipped his tongue inside Theo’s lips, initiating a different kind of dance this time around.
Steve smiled, enjoying the way that Stiles was reacting to him. The boy was cute and Steven just wanted to give him one of the best days ever. And given how the other looked, Steve was succeeding. The time spent shopping was actually fairly nice. Stiles was helpful and the two of them were having a good time. At least Steven felt like they were. As they got back to the Jeep, Steve laughed as the other began asking all kinds of questions.
“You can throw it. And you can try on one of my cowls. But I think my suit would be a bit baggy on you.” He gave a small chuckled and shrugged. As they began driving once more, Steve began giving the other directions towards the compound. When they arrived he flashed a smile, letting them onto the grounds. Once they got to his apartment on the complex, he lead Stiles inside. “Okay. So do you wanna see the costume first? Or play with my shield in the training room?”
Roscoe felt so out of place in the Avengers’ compound. Everything looked so sleek and high-tech as opposed to Stiles’ Jeep which was weathered and full of character. He was so afraid that they’d shoot his Jeep as they pulled up at the gates, only to be let in as Cap smiled at a facial and retina scanner. He’d driven slowly, mouth agape as they drove the long driveway and Stiles still couldn’t believe that he’s actually here.
“Cowl first, definitely. Gotta save the best part for last.” Stiles answered as he helped Steve unload the trunk and followed him inside. “They’re not going to tow Roscoe, are they?” He asked, following the Captain’s directions as to where goes what. Soon enough, Stiles finds himself in Captain America’s quarters and he wanted to touch everything. “Dude, this is so awesome! I don’t know how I can ever thank you.” Stiles said as he accepted cowl and put it on, feeling completely giddy as he took selfies.
there was no way stiles could deny the pull between them, the chemistry. there had always been something there, ever since theo had returned to beacon hills, though neither of them had acted on it. the situation had been unfortunate, difficult. but… the dread doctors were gone now, theo had gone through hell, quite literally, and came out of it a better person. the moment was right, for both of them. theo feeling somewhat normal for the first time in his life, he finally could think about something as trivial as a relationship. stiles obviously not being quite happy with his current relationship. it seemed like the right time.
“i don’t think the tattoos are really a point in his favor. wouldn’t you much rather appreciate your lover’s body without something like that in the way, something that’s covering up everything?” theo wasn’t a big fan of tattoos – especially not such as big as marek’s. “and his ass might be a little bigger than mine, but would you really need that with me, when i’d be wrecking your ass?” the heat of the moment, their bodies so close. it wasn’t the time to hold back now, and that’s why theo also wrapped his second arm around the other. “apart from that, i’m definitely the one with the better fashion sense. mar might have a nice body as well, but he’s hiding it beneath these stupid hoodies.”
Stiles’ eyes kept darting to Theo’s lips, not really being subtle about it at all. It kept moving, signaling that the chimera was talking, but most of it flew by Stiles’ head; currently distracted about thoughts if Theo’s lips was just as soft as Marek’s or how different of a kisser Theo was. He’s only shaken out of his thoughts when he felt Theo’s breath against his ear, Stiles already pressed flush against his boyfriend’s twin, and his cock stirring at the idea of Theo inside of him.
“There’s nothing wrong with a few layers,” Stiles teased as his hands moved up to Theo’s sides and finally looked up to his eyes. “Clothing or personality wise.” He added, just to make the joke even clearer. Not that Theo was lacking any layers. Guy had so many layers to him it took a while for Stiles to see him for who he really was. Still, if Theo was serious about this, well, he’s definitely going to have to work for it. He’s already shown how obsessed he could be about Stiles joining his pack. This time he’d like to see that obsession be translated into how much Theo wanted him.
Raising a brow at Stiles, Clark looked at him curiously as the waiter took away his card for payment. “A date it is then,” the Kryptonian said with a smile, pleased that the other man accepted. “We could go straight after work, if you want. Unless you have other plans?” the Alpha remarked. He was fine with either one, figuring that they could also just go home and freshen up, getting a change of clothes or so now that it was a confirmed date. “Or, if you want, I could pick you up from your home after work. Have some time in between before the date.”
The superhero stood up, half hoping that there wasn’t any major crime tonight that he would have to bail out on the date early for. “Shall we head back then? Finish up work for the day and leave the sights of Metropolis for tonight?” Clark chuckled as he took back his card, putting it into his wallet.
The rest of the day felt like it went by at a snail’s pace after his lunch with Clark. Aside from not having any real work as it was still his first day, he also couldn’t stop thinking about his date with the man. They did end u[p agreeing to having Clark pick him up at his apartment, seeing that Stiles had brought his Jeep to work and them going straight to their date after work would have caused logistical problems. There was also the fact that Stiles wanted to change into something nice, given that Clark seemed to be the type to go to fancy restaurants for dates if their lunch as colleagues in the bistro was any indication.
Eventually, the day ends and Stiles is finally sitting in Clark’s car once more. The man refuses to tell him where they were going, but Stiles beamed as they got inside the restaurant. “How’d you know I liked sushi?” Stiles asked, wondering if his only nice white dress shirt was going to survive the night. “Man, you aren’t really holding anything back, are you? And if you say this is to make up for the shitty alphas at work, I’m going to leave.” He half-joked as they got seated.
The superhero didn’t say anything, only smiling a bit at the other’s words. Keeping secrets were good, although if they were ever to be a thing, they would have to discuss it with HR at some point. Clark didn’t want to weigh himself down in the semantics and logistics of it though; it was just some hypothetical fantasy after all. Stiles already had a bad enough day from Alphas trying to claim him; Clark didn’t want to add onto it.
Chuckling, the journalist adjusted his glasses. “Perhaps. But maybe that costume is too easy. I wasn’t going to dress as Superman for the office anyways.” Just for you. But the Alpha held his tongue, waving for the waiter to come over with the bill. “Was I too upfront about it?” Clark mused, lips curled up in a smile. “Forgive me. It doesn’t have to be a date. I do want to be the one to take you around Metropolis and see the sights, date or not,” the Kryptonian replied as he handed over his card, trying to save face if Stiles said no.
“Oh, no no no no.” Stiles quickly interjected as he tried to tamp down the urge to reach out for the bill to help pay for it. That had been already settled earlier. What he didn’t agree on was Clark doubting himself. “No take-back, no refunds, no returns.” He half-joked. He was probably coming off as immature, but hey, it’s better that this side of him comes out now so Clark has more information as to whether he still wanted to pursue Stiles.
“I definitely want it to be a date. I’d be stupid not to.” Even if the guy had an ulterior motive, which Stiles didn’t believe to be the case, Stiles was still interested. Being treated to lunch and then offered to be taken on a date before asking for sex is way better than the earlier lewd comments about his scent and just propositioning him for help with his heat just as he was getting introduced. “So are we going straight right after work, or are we just going to meet somewhere?”
“maybe i am,” theo teased. but, really… he was. if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t care that much about stiles and his brother. “i’m the better looking brother anyway, so why are you even interested in marek?” he didn’t feel bad about his words at all, knowing damn well that mar was out there, having fun with other guys at some halloween party. someone like marek wasn’t made for a serious relationship. he needed freedom. “it doesn’t seem like you’re very happy with that arrangement, though.”
lips curled into a smile as stiles placed his hands on his hips, but the chimera moved closer and wrapped one arm around the taller male tightly, pulling their bodies closer together as they moved to the beat.
Stiles smiled as he felt Theo pull him close, eyebrow quirked as he could feel something shift between them. They have a complicated history, sure, but he could say that with everyone in the pack. Besides, with each passing day, Theo was starting to be more and more like the guy Stiles befriended all those years ago.
“You’re identical twins--- and I dunno, I’ve seen his tatts and his ass. That’s a point in his favor.” Stiles retorted, not once pulling away and moved to the beat. Dancing and grinding against Theo’s body. And yes, while they were identical, Theo was more smug and looked like he was enjoying being in charge which did make it look like they were two completely different people, especially this up close. “So what exactly do you have that makes you think that you’re better looking than him?”
