Would you be able to rec some fics with asexual characters for asexual awareness week? Thank you either way!
Sure!
There are some asexual derek fics here. And also these ones.
The Long Way Home by lielabell | 3.5K
Uh, don't take this the wrong way," Stiles says the first time-- the hopefully only time-- Derek kisses him, "but I'm not into you. Like, yeah, your body is hot and all, but your personality kinda is not and I'm the sort of guy that, well," he shrugs, a rueful smile on his face. "It's called demisexual. Look it up." And then he bites his lower lip, grabs his backpack and hightails it out of there, leaving Derek alone, his hands clenched helplessly into fists at his sides.
Kiss? by clotpolesonly | 3.5K
Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn't.
The A Word | 2.4K | Mature
He'd never even heard of the word before. Didn't even know that something like that existed.
Derek didn't know that there was a word to describe him other than broken.
(5+1) How Stiles Realized He Was Jealous and Maybe in Love With a Certain Sourwolf by scarlettletterr | 3.3K
Stiles is in love with Derek. He’s also a virgin, and ace, but Derek… Is not. Derek is hot, and has a very active sex life. Stiles knows that even if Derek would lower his standards enough to date him, he would never be able to give him what he wants.So he observes from afar, jealousy overwhelming him every time he sees him with someone else.
Doesn’t Add Up by Goldenpetal13 | 6.5K
The first time Derek notices, is when he's hiding in Stiles' room, hiding from the law that happens to be Stiles' dad, something doesn't smell right, or more accurately something is missing from the smell of a teenage boy's room.
He doesn't say anything, just lets it go, but it sits there idly in the back of his mind.
After that he starts to take more notice, not only of the boy, but how the boy is slightly different, slightly not what he's expecting, and that smell is still missing.
Evanescent—introvert Derek and popular jock Stiles are both in high school and the same age in this story. Although the past isn’t discussed in detail, Derek’s entire family (except for Laura) was killed in a fire and he had been involved with Kate Argent at some point. Now living with Laura as his sole guardian, Derek is depressed, emotionally closed off, and hates prolonged human contact. Stiles asks him to be his partner on a history project for class and they begin a tentative friendship. Well, Stiles pretty much drags him kicking and screaming into a friendship with the possibility for more. Also, Derek is on the asexuality spectrum and wants to take things as slow as possible or maybe not at all to be honest. Stiles, on the other hand, is gay, out and proud, and highly attracted to Derek; he makes plenty of mistakes on his own as he fumbles his way through romance. Good story!
For the Non-Sexual Intimacy list, I, uh. There are so many??? But like "doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hairdying or face masks" "bathing and taking care of hygiene together" "grooming" and/or "shaving"? Like, either combine them all or pick what you want and do? Please? Thank you ♥
Hi! I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, but... I hope you like this!
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AO3
Stiles’ eyes fluttered open as Derek slowly ran the razor up Stiles’ throat to his chin. He studied Derek’s expression, how soft and open it was, as Derek made another swipe up to Stiles’ chin. Derek’s eyes lifted to meet Stiles’ and Stiles found himself matching Derek’s soft smile.
“All done,” Derek said. He grabbed a towel from the counter and wiped Stiles’ face dry, then he turned Stiles to face the mirror. Stiles sighed happily and melted back into Derek’s embrace as they both stared at each other.
“Hey, handsome,” Stiles said. Derek smiled and pressed a kiss against Stiles’ temple.
“You know, technically we shouldn’t be seeing each other this morning,” Derek said. Stiles just shrugged, and Derek pressed another kiss against his temple.
Stiles turned around in Derek’s arms, pulled Derek closer, then traced a finger across Derek’s cheek. “We’ve always made our own rules,” he said as Derek turned his head to kiss Stiles’ finger. Stiles cupped Derek’s chin and turned his face, then leaned in and kissed Derek softly. Derek let out a quiet whine when Stiles went to move back, so he allowed Derek to pull him back in for another soft kiss. Not that he was complaining, he’d gladly stay here all day, shower Derek with kisses and cuddles. But, well...
“Come on,” Stiles eventually said when Derek finally let him go. “Let’s go get ourselves hitched.”
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“I now pronounce you husband and husband.”
Stiles didn’t even wait to be told to kiss Derek, he just pulled him close and gave Derek a quick peck on his lips. All of their friends and family were cheering and clapping, and Stiles could have sworn he even heard Erica’s whistling, but he only had eyes for Derek. Derek, with the blush on his cheeks and the twinkle in his eyes. Derek who was grabbing the front of Stiles’ suit jacket and pulling him in for another kiss, this one longer and softer. They grinned against each other’s lips, let out a soft laugh that was more breath than anything, then pulled back and faced the crowd.
Stiles almost rolled his eyes when he saw his dad trying to wipe away tears, but, well, to be honest? It got a little dicey for Stiles up there, too. Just knowing he got to be the one to spend the rest of his life with Derek, be the one to show him day after day that he was loved… it always made something warm bloom in his chest. Always made him want to cry.
Stiles and Derek made their way through the crowd to their designated table. They had decided on an outside wedding, in their own backyard. Tents were put up to offer shade from the summer sun, and there was plenty of room for dancing and singing and, well, whatever it was that Peter was trying to do on the makeshift dance floor. Stiles tilted his head and watched for a minute, just to make sure he wasn’t doing anything dangerous. Peter eventually made eye contact with Stiles and winked, and Stiles sighed and turned away. Whatever, let Peter be creepy. Stiles knew the truth, knew that Peter loved Derek and wouldn’t do anything to risk ruining their day.
Many long, and happy hours later, Stiles and Derek pulled themselves away from the dance floor and started to say their goodbyes. They held hands as everyone came around them and hugged them or leaned in for some quick scent marking. Stiles watched Derek’s face as everyone left their marks, and he could tell Derek was pleased and happy. He wished, not for the first time, that he could smell scents like Derek, just so he could feel and understand it more. But, he was perfectly content being human and planned on remaining human if he had his way.
Finally, they were free, and they made their way to the house.
“Enjoy your gross, married sex!” Erica called out, and Stiles could feel Derek tense up next to him. He gave a quick, reassuring squeeze to Derek’s hand, flipped off Erica, then ushered Derek into the house.
Derek was quiet all the way through the house until they got to their bedroom. Then he took a shaky breath and stared at the bed. “We can if you want,” Derek said. Well, more like gritted out.
“Nope.”
Derek turned to look at Stiles and raised an eyebrow. “It is our wedding night, though. That’s what normal couples do.”
“That’s what some couples do,” Stiles said. “We are just as normal as the next couple.”
“But--”
Stiles cut Derek off with a finger pressed against his lips, then tugged him closer. “Tell me you want sex, Derek. Tell me you honestly want sex, that you want sex and that you aren’t just saying it because you think it’s what is expected. Tell me that, and we will.”
Derek’s eyes kept darting between Stiles’ and the wall over Stiles’ shoulder before he finally deflated and shook his head. “I don’t want sex, Stiles,” he whispered.
Stiles pressed his fingertips to Derek’s chin and nudged his face up. His heart broke at the shimmer in Derek’s eyes. “Nobody else gets to decide our lives, Derek. Let them think what they want. What we have is good. No, what we have is perfect, and I don’t want you thinking you have to do something that I know you hate just because you think it’s expected. Or that it will make me happy. You are what makes me happy, Derek. Not sex. You.”
Stiles wiped away a few stray tears from Derek’s face, then pulled him in close. Derek let out a shaky breath, nodded against Stiles’ shoulder, then nuzzled his way into Stiles’ neck to take a few deep breaths.
“Come on,” Stiles said. “Want to take a bath?” Derek nodded against Stiles’ neck and gave him a tight squeeze. Stiles laughed quietly. “You gotta let me go first, Der.” Derek shook his head and whined quietly, so Stiles hobbled his way into the bathroom with Derek clung tightly against him. There were a couple of close calls, but, Derek must have been paying closer attention to their surroundings than Stiles originally thought since he stopped them from falling to the floor.
Once in the bathroom, Stiles got the water running and convinced Derek to let him go so they could get undressed. He picked up a bottle of their bath bubbles and raised his eyebrows at Derek, who smiled shyly and nodded. Stiles dumped a capful into the tub, then stepped in. He reached out his hand, waited for Derek to grab it and step in, then they both sank down into the warm water. Eventually, Derek turned off the water, then leaned back against Stiles’ chest. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek’s chest and rested his chin on Derek’s shoulder. Stiles gave a soft squeeze, and Derek let out a long breath, and then it was as if a string was cut. All the tension left his body and he just melted against Stiles.
They spent long enough in the bath that Stiles’ fingers were turning into prunes. Derek kept letting water out and refilling the tub back up to keep them warm. Eventually, Stiles realized Derek was starting to doze off, so he nudged him awake and they got out of the tub. Stiles took his time drying Derek off, then sighed happily as Derek dried Stiles off in return. They got into their pajamas and crawled in bed together.
Stiles opened up their Netflix account, settled on something they’d both seen a hundred times, then pulled Derek down beside him. Derek immediately nuzzled into Stiles’ neck, and Stiles immediately started carding his fingers through Derek’s hair.
“Love you,” Derek said, voice slurred and muffled in Stiles’ neck.
“I love you, too,” Stiles replied. He tugged lightly at Derek’s hair, just to hear him hum, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
For the non-sexual intimacy prompts! A. Sharing clothes B. In the woods C. To make/prove a point! ♡
Hi! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like this =) ♥ (for the Non-Sexual Intimacy - Prompt List)
A not so proven point ao3 - pillowfort
965 words | Gen characters: Stiles, Derek tags: Getting Together, Friends to Boyfriends, Asexual Derek, Sex-Repulsed Derek
”You’re so stubborn, you know that?” Stiles said, and Derek huffed and glared, crossed his arms over his chest.
”I’m fine,” Derek said.
”Yeah, that’s why you have goosebumps all over your arms and why you’re shivering, because you’re fine,” Stiles said.
They were in the middle of the woods, had been for a few hours, and Derek’s short-sleeved henley was clearly failing at keeping him warm. Stiles was wearing a t-shirt, a shirt, and a hoodie, the hoodie tied around his hips most of the time because it was too warm to wear it, and when he noticed Derek looking cold he offered it to him, but Derek was fine. Derek also just huffed again and didn’t say anything.
“Is it because of scents? Afraid you’ll like mine too much so you won’t risk it?” Stiles taunted, because getting Derek to wear it just to prove him wrong would still get him to wear it, and Stiles wouldn’t have to watch him shiver and look so goddamn cold anymore.
“No,” Derek said, but he looked shifty as fuck, and Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.
“Perfect, then there’s literally no reason for you not to wear it.” Stiles held the hoodie out for him. “Come on, don’t be so stubborn.”
Derek huffed again and snatched the hoodie from his grip, then he stilled for a second, took a breath, and pulled it on. He glared at Stiles again. “There, happy now?”
“Very happy,” Stiles said, beaming at him, and Derek rolled his eyes and started walking again. Stiles just grinned and followed him.
It wasn’t long until Derek didn’t look so cold anymore, which was nice. He also looked bothered though, kept glancing down at the hoodie, and after a while, it was Stiles turn to huff.
“Does it really smell that bad?” he asked.
Derek looked at Stiles with big eyes, then quickly looked ahead again, his jaw working and his brow furrowed. “No,” he said after a few more steps, his voice quiet.
“Then what’s with the whole bothered look?” Stiles asked
Derek sighed, a heavy sigh, and he didn’t look at Stiles. “It smells good.”
“Okay? And how is that a problem?” Stiles asked, and Derek looked up at the sky as he sighed again.
“It smells too good, alright? You were right, okay?” He kept not looking at Stiles as he walked, and Stiles nearly tripped as he was gawking at Derek while walking in the middle of a big ass forest.
“I was right?” he asked as he tried to remember what he had said. “You-. My scent? You do like it too much?”
Derek’s jaw clenched, his hands were in tight fists, and he kept his eyes forward as he kept walking.
“Yes,” he gritted out, and when Stiles grabbed his arm to stop him he whipped around and glared at him. “What.”
“You like how I smell?” Stiles asked. Derek just gritted his teeth harder though, looked at Stiles’ hand that was still on his arm, and Stiles carefully removed it. “You like how I smell enough that it’s a problem. You like me.” Derek still didn’t say anything, but he looked like he both wanted to murder someone and flee. “That’s awesome. I mean, that’s, wow, that’s awesome.”
Derek gave a deliberately fake smile, one that actually made him look kind of dangerous while also in pain. “Awesome,” he said. “Yeah. Right.”
“No, but it is,” Stiles said, “because if you like me and I like you, then we could like, do something about that.”
Derek’s face did a very interesting thing there, it went from murderous and angry and hurt to confused and hopeful and a little scared in the blink of an eye. He looked at Stiles, his eyes huge, but then he shut down, his face blank, just his slightly too big eyes betrayed how vulnerable he really felt.
“I’m a sex-repulsed asexual,” he said. “What could you possibly want that I could give you?”
“I know,” Stiles said. “Well, I didn’t know, but I kinda guessed? And that’s fine?”
“You knew?” Derek asked, and he was back to looking confused. “How?”
“It’s pretty clear with how you behave around sex and flirting and stuff,” Stiles said with a shrug. “You look a little sick, kinda, so I usually try to steer the topic away from that.”
“Oh,” Derek said quietly. “Oh, that-. That explains so much.”
“You okay, big guy?” Stiles asked softly, because Derek looked like he was having a hard time adjusting to this new information.
Derek nodded, frowning at nothing, then he looked at Stiles again. “So, what do you want with me? I mean, you’re not getting any of that, so?”
Stiles rolled his eyes at him and carefully took a step closer. “I get you though. You’re a pretty great guy, Derek.” He carefully held his hand out for Derek, who cautiously took it while looking like he was ready to bolt, and Stiles stroked his thumb across his knuckles. “I definitely wanna try if you want to.”
”No sex?” Derek asked.
”No sex,” Stiles agreed.
Derek’s brow was still furrowed as he watched Stiles, searched his face. “You’d be okay with that?”
“Yeah, of course, for you, most definitely. Absolutely.”
“Oh,” Derek said softly. It took a moment of furrowed brows and downturned lips, but then he smiled, a soft little smile, and Stiles’ returning smile was much bigger. “Okay, yeah. Okay. If you want to.”
“Oh, I want to,” Stiles said, “no question about that.” He changed his grip on Derek’s hand, held it a bit firmer, squeezed it a little, and Derek smiled down at their hands and squeezed back.
“Okay, yeah.” He looked at Stiles. “Then yes, we should do something about it.”
Hey! I was wondering if y’all could help me find any androgynous or nonbinary fics? Preferably Stiles but honestly any character works! Thanks, y’all are amazing 😊
Most of these are nonbinary!Stiles, but some are other canon characters. Just to mix it up. - Anastasia
giving thanks. by katarama
(1/1 I 1,278 I Teen I Sciles)
“You know you don’t have to dress up for Thanksgiving, right?” Stiles calls into the other room. “It’s just your mom and my dad, and us dating doesn’t mean you have to impress my dad, because, you’ve like, got that on lock, dude.”
Scott pops into the bathroom, his shirt tucked into Stiles’ skirt and Stiles’ binder in his hands.
“I know I don’t have to,” Scott says. “I just want to look nice."
Dyke Daddy Derek Hale by Spitshine
(1/1 I 1,837 I Explicit I Sterek)
“Little slut,” she chuckled, sounding fond. “All right then. Just for you.” She pulled Stiles away from the wall and leaned where they’d just been, unbuttoning her fly and pulling her cock out. It was too dark to really tell the color, but it glittered something like indigo in the low light. Stiles started to kneel down but Der grabbed their waist, spinning them around to face away from the wall and keeping them up. “One thing first, boy. Bend over and tug that little skirt up for me, huh? Show me how bad you want daddy’s cock in your dirty mouth.”
We're just us by orphan_account
(1/1 I 1,946 I General I Sterek)
Derek has always been a little too feminine than what other people were comfortable with.
Even he doesn't really understand it, not until Stiles.
boxes were meant to be opened by orphan_account
(1/1 I 1,997 I Teen I Sterek)
Gender dysphoria is weird. At least, it is for Stiles. Xe’s not really sure why xe has gender dysphoria - it’s not like xe even has a gender to be dysphoric for, being agender and all. But it happens, and it’s weird.
Stiles likes xer body well enough. Xe could use a little more muscle, but other than that, xe’s quite a catch (if xe does say so xemself). There’s not really anything Stiles wants to change, but, just like what xe assumes all trans* folk go through with dysphoria, there’s a longing. A longing that causes a deep ache in xer bones and makes xem feel incomplete. Xe just... doesn’t exactly know what xe’s longing for.
Or the one where Stiles has quite a few bad days, Derek is a Good Boyfriend, and cisnormative "allies" can suck it.
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"“No!” Stiles shouts and flails around in xer chair before composing xemself and starting again. “I’m… neither. I’m agender, nonbinary, basically the opposite of computer coding.” Derek’s just nodding his head slowly."
Who Am I, Without You? by braedens
(1/1 I 2,197 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Day 3: trangender discovery and a lot of angst + sterek
Time For A Change by dragon_temeraire
(1/1 I 2,662 I Explicit I Sterek)
He just says, “You sure you want that? I’m trans.” Because he might as well get that out of the way first.
(You Were) The Song Stuck In My Head by alexenglish
(1/1 I 5,793 I Teen I Scerek)
Disgruntled and jaded punk falls for a pretty smile. Send Help.
Or: the Record Store AU where Derek has a crush on Scott and everyone knows.
sweet escape by wvlfqveen
(2/2 I 8,562 I Teen I Scisaac)
Isaac Lahey works at an old diner, which means not much excitement.
Until he finds out it's a biker gang's favourite hang out.
I woke up like this #weflawless by jadore_hale
(2/2 I 12,227 I Teen I Sterek)
“Excuse me?” Derek just had to interrupt. “But what the hell is going on here?”
“Your sister wrote me a letter about how you’ve been aiming to ask this girl, Braeden, out for over a year,” Stiles explained. “Since Beacon Hills is my hometown, and we’ll be having our grand opening soon, I decided to help you score. In other words, you’re getting a makeover, dude.”
With no reaction on his face whatsoever, Derek pulled out his phone and flipped it open, pressing the very first button on speed dial.
“What are you doing?” Stiles asked as Derek put the phone to his ear and listened to it ring.
“Calling the Sheriff’s station,” he answered.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been kidnapped and held against my will.”
Let's Start At The Beginning by malcontent (Whispering_Sumire)
(5/? I 18,806 I Not Rated I Sterek)
"Der?"
Derek's lips twitch up, like they always do whenever Stiles calls him that. (He started a couple months ago, a few weeks after Allison; he'd been feeling off and floaty and odd and disgusting, had taken four very long showers and was sat with stinging, flushed, over-sensitive skin, all raw, shivering ache. He'd tried to get up to take another, but Derek had held him back, made him stay in his seat and pick a movie for them.
"Let it rest, Stiles," he'd said softly, voice a little rough.
"But, Der," he'd protested, though he was already relaxing back into the man's hold. Then he'd looked up at his face, and Derek had been looking at him with something he'd never seen before in those eyes, a kind of melancholy-hopeful smile gracing his face, and Stiles had barely been able to breathe past the sudden lump in his throat.
It had felt natural, at the time, to call him that. He still doesn't really know why. But, then, Derek had kissed his temple, run a gentling hand down his arm, indicated the tv again speechlessly, and Stiles had resolved to call him by that nickname as often as possible.)
"Yeah, Stiles?"
"How do you feel about time-travel?"
Anything you say can and will be held against you (so only say my name) by ANTchan
(9/? I 60,242 I Explicit I Sterek)
Deputy Stiles Stilinski is fascinated with Beacon Hills’ serial killer cold case of 2011, to the point of obsession. He's going to solve it if it kills him. It's that last bit that lands him on mandatory health leave. It's his own bad decision-making that puts him in the middle of the woods at night. Going off the path to help a wolf caught in a hunter’s snare? That one he’s not sure about.
An AU where Scott was never bitten, Derek never followed Laura to Beacon Hills, and Peter was never caught.
I wrote some more Deter. All the Deter this year. You can either read it here on AO3 or watch out for the read more, since it’s over 1.7k. Warnings for mentions of Derek’s past relationships with Kate and Jennifer and some rape and dub-con.
Derek had known it would come to this eventually. Peter had kissed him, and Derek had eagerly responded, right until his brain had caught up with everything and then he had ignored Peter for a week, even though he wanted nothing more than to pull Peter close and never let him go again. Instead Derek had evaded Peter like his life depended on it, so of course eventually Peter just had to corner him.
Derek had expected this.
He still wasn’t ready to come home to find Peter on his couch, clearly waiting for him.
“I think maybe we should talk,” Peter said, and Derek deflated.
It had been inevitable, really, and he just wished he got more out of Peter than just one kiss before everything went to shit, but apparently that wasn’t meant for him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Peter said when Derek kept quiet for too long and Derek shrugged at that.
“Derek, if you don’t feel the same, it will not happen again. But it doesn’t have to mean that you have to avoid me. I can control myself,” Peter told him, and Derek felt the insane urge to laugh out loud at that.
“It’s not that,” he said instead, and Peter looked ready to shake the answer out of Derek if he shouldn’t come forth with it in the next few seconds.
“Then tell me what it is,” Peter imploringly said. “Otherwise I can’t fix it.”
“There’s nothing to fix,” Derek whispered and then raised his chin up high, because he wasn’t ashamed of his orientation.
He wasn’t prepared for the completely devastated look on Peter’s face and it was only then that he realized just how Peter apparently had taken his words.
“No, Peter, there’s nothing to fix because nothing is broken. I’m not broken. But I’m ace, I’m not sexually attracted to you, and I won’t ever have sex with you. And I know you love sex, I see the various one-night stands you bring home almost regularly, and I could never—and you would ask me to make this an open relationship, would ask me if you can still sleep around, and—,” Derek took a deep, gulping breath here before he went on, “God help me, I would say yes, I would, because I want you to be happy, but it would kill me, I could never share—I don’t ever want to share you, I would die a little every time you come home smelling like someone else, but I know sex is important to you so, I can—I mean I probably can make myself—”
“Shut up,” Peter snapped at him and Derek flinched back, but in the next second Peter was pulling him forward into a hug.
“Do not ever say that you would force yourself to endure sex just to make me happy,” Peter pleadingly said.
Derek started to breathe at that again, and it was only now that he realized that he was trembling. He had just started to curl his fingers into Peter’s shirt, needing to hold on to him, when Peter already pulled away.
Derek whined, high in his throat and Peter cupped his cheeks in his hands.
“Shhh, pup, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he mumbled and rubbed their noses together.
“I just—I don’t want to share you,” Derek weakly got out and Peter pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“And I don’t want to be shared, darling. I don’t do open relationships. If you want this, if you’re romantically attracted to me, then we are in a relationship. Just us. I do not invite other people to share someone I love, I would never. And I do not want anyone but you to touch me.”
“But I won’t,” Derek said and pulled away, because he needed Peter to understand this. “I won’t ever touch you in a sexual manner. Never.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” Peter easily gave back, and Derek could do nothing but gape at him.
“How can this be okay? You love sex!”
“I do,” Peter admitted. “But I also have two healthy hands, a very vivid imagination, and a chest full of toys. I can more than make do with that.”
“But it won’t be enough at one point,” Derek weakly said, because it had happened before. Kate and Jennifer both had been understanding in the beginning and then, when it had turned out that he really meant no sex ever that had changed.
“Derek,” Peter warningly said and his eyes flared blue for a second. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Derek tried to appease him and then sigh when Peter just stared at him. “It’s not what you think, it’s not so bad. Kate and Jennifer, they just needed something more after a while.”
“And how did they get that?” Peter wanted to know, and Derek cringed even just from the memory.
“I slept with them,” he confessed.
“Why?” Peter asked, and Derek stared helplessly at him.
“Because it would have ended my relationship if I didn’t. Because Kate got me aroused and then it just happened.”
“Did you say no?”
“I don’t remember,” Derek whispered, even though it was a lie. He did still remember, he had told her no several times, but she had gotten him hard anyway and then said how it would be a waste to not use that. He had given in, then.
Peter clearly heard the lie in his heartbeat, because he took a few steadying breaths, before he very evenly said: “If you slept with Jennifer because she would have ended your relationship, then that is dubious consent at best. If Kate slept with you even after you said no, that’s rape.”
Derek flinched under that word, because he had never dared to see it that way, because he had been hard after all, and he had come, even if he hadn’t particularly enjoyed the experience, not during the act, and especially not afterwards.
“Derek, sweetheart, do you really think I would ever do something like that to you?” Peter carefully asked, and Derek shrugged helplessly.
He didn’t know anymore.
“I love you too much to ever hurt you like that, but also, think about it for a second. I can smell the misery coming off you in waves. Do you really think I enjoy that enough to get hard?”
“Probably not,” Derek muttered unsurely, even though deep down he hoped that Peter would never treat him like Kate and Jennifer had.
“Tell me your limits,” Peter suddenly said and threated their fingers together, pulling Derek slightly closer again, but still keeping a little bit of distance between them.
“I won’t ever touch your dick,” Derek choked out and Peter made an encouraging sound. “I don’t want you to—I never—,” he stammered and made a helpless gesture at Peter’s groin and at his own, hoping to just get his point across without having to use words.
“The crotch is off limits, yours and mine, no matter what state, got it,” Peter thankfully said, and Derek could feel himself blush.
“This is nothing to be embarrassed about, my love,” Peter said and carefully pressed a kiss to Derek’s lips, giving him enough time to protest or move away.
“It really kinda is,” Derek muttered but leaned into the contact when Peter kissed him again.
“It’s about your comfort. There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” Peter reiterated, and Derek could feel himself relax.
“I’m not sure about tongue,” he lowly admitted, and Peter hummed.
“During kissing or on your body?”
“Both,” Derek said and was rewarded with another kiss at that.
“What are things you enjoy?” Peter asked when Derek had stayed quite for a longer time.
“This,” Derek immediately said and leaned forward for another kiss. “Cuddling. Closeness,” he went on and Peter pulled him back into his arms, tucking Derek neatly against his side.
“Non-sexual intimacy,” he said and when Derek nodded, Peter buried his face in his hair. “I can absolutely work with that.”
“But won’t you—,” Derek started but trailed off, because everything was good right now and he didn’t know why he was trying to ruin it.
“Won’t I what, darling?” Peter gently prodded him, and Derek sighed.
“Won’t you get aroused?”
“Yes, I will,” Peter freely admitted. “Because I am sexually attracted to you, but that still doesn’t mean you have to do anything about that. I can angle my erection away from you, and if it still bothers you, I can take care of it before we go back to snuggling or whatever it was we were doing before. My arousal is not your responsibility,” Peter firmly said, and Derek slumped against him.
“Fine,” he said, as if it was the worst thing ever, and he could feel Peter chuckle.
“Does that mean me kissing you has not scared you away?” Peter wanted to know and then hesitated. “Though I do apologize for slipping you some tongue.”
“You didn’t even know about that then,” Derek said while he rolled his eyes and slung his arms around Peter’s middle to squeeze him tight. “And yes, this means you kissing me has not scared me away. I was scared, but if you want to try it like this, with all these limitations—”
“Pup, you have to stop that. I will always want to try with you, and making sure you are comfortable and feeling safe, those are not limitations at all. Whatever you need, darling.”
“I like nicknames,” Derek admitted shyly, hiding his face in Peter’s shoulder.
“Then you shall have all of them, my heart,” Peter promptly said, and Derek laughed at that, trailing little kisses up Peter’s neck.
“I always wanted this, but I was too afraid,” Derek confessed, and Peter put a finger under his chin to raise his head.
“I never want you to be afraid when you’re with me, sweetheart. And if I overstep any lines, or you find anything else you don’t like, you tell me immediately.”
“Alright,” Derek agreed, and Peter captured his lips in a slow kiss, careful to keep their tongues out of it.
“Okay?” he whispered afterwards, and Derek darted in for another quick kiss before he could answer.
“More than,” he gave back, and Peter smiled at him in a way Derek had rarely ever see him smile.
If this was his reward for being honest about what he wanted and enjoyed, then he would make sure to always tell Peter. Because that smile was the most beautiful thing Derek had ever seen.
Hi! Love the blog, thank you so much for all the work you put into it!! I have maybe an odd request. Do you have any recs where stiles and Derek are together and one/both of them is ace? Or barring that recs that are relationship heavy but light on the smut? Thank you!
Hey there! Thank you so much for keeping up with us!
Well, if you want some recs with no smut, you just have to check our recs tagged with GENERAL AUDIENCE and TEEN AND UP. Nevertheless, here are some ace recs for you.
BOTH ARE ASEXUAL
Way Better Than Flowers by KuriKuri
“So yeah, if you wanna date me, you can look forward to movie nights, homemade cookies, and absolutely no sex,” Stiles concludes, hope swelling in his chest as Derek gives him a thoughtful look. “Cuddling and forehead kisses are negotiable.”
ASEXUAL STILES
Sexually Precocious Teenagers by dragon_temeraire
Stiles is pretty sure his asexuality is a deal-breaker that will keep him from having a relationship with Derek. (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)
ASEXUAL DEREK
Free Condoms With Purchase by dragon_temeraire
Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).
Electric Heart by BarlowGirl
Derek looks at Stilinski, and thinks about Argents, thinks about recording devices slipped into his bags and clothing, lipstick stains on his skin. Outside, he can hear Stiles goofing around with the intern Scott, making sarcastic remarks and laughing, and under that noise, that fragile, fluttering heartbeat.
“What am I supposed to do with him?” Derek asks roughly.
Stilinski levels a sharp look at him. “Why did you ask Argent for him?”
Derek leans back against the couch. Shrugs. “He saved my life,” he says carefully. “Figured I’d return the favour.”
OR: In the near future, Derek meets a very peculiar android named Stiles and takes a liking to him.
Derek sat up in the bed, his gaze drifting across to the bathroom door that was left ajar. He watch Stiles, standing before the mirror with shaving cream spread across his jaw as he shaved off the shadow of whiskers.
His heart ached and his chest contracted, anxiety seizing his body. His body felt tense, freezing him in place as his lips began to tremble around silent words.
He had to say it, he couldn’t go on without saying it.
“Stiles,” he called, his voice breaking under the tension. “I… I need to tell you something.”
“Hmm?” Stiles called back, wiping his face with a damp towel to wash away the remaining shaving cream. He tossed the towel over the edge of the sink and returned to the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking at Derek with sparkling eyes as he said, “What’s up?”
Derek couldn’t meet his gaze.
His broad shoulders rose and fell, tears welling in his eyes as he swallowed hard and rasped, “I… You’ve been really patient with me and I know I told you that one day we would have… a sexual relationship… but–” He swallowed hard, tears tracing his cheeks. “I can’t. I’ve tried and I can’t… I thought I could make it work becasue I love you but I just… I can’t… I’m so sorry.”
He felt the mattress waver beneath him as Stiles’ tender hand fell on his forearm.
“Hey,” Stiles said softly, craning his neck as he chased Derek’s gaze. “There is nothing to be sorry for. This is your decision to make and I don’t ever want you to change for me.” His free hand cupped Derek’s cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin as the man lifted his eyes and met Stiles’ gaze. “The only thing I want you to be is you. I love you and I want you to be comfortable with me.”
“I am,” Derek whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Stiles’. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Stiles replied. He gently brushed aside a tear that caressed Derek’s cheeks. “Why are you crying?”
“I was so scared you’d hate me,” Derek muttered. “I was scared you’d leave me.”
Stiles leant forward and brushed his lips across Derek’s in a tender, loving kiss. “Never.”
Derek felt his shoulders drop, the aching pain in his chest dulling as he melted into the arms of the man he loved.
