COOL MESSAGE, DEFINITELY SPENT ALL DAY THINKING ABOUT DEREK HALE’S TENDER TITTIES. The way he cups them and tries to soothe his achy nipples, rubs balm on them, covers them in soft forgiving fabric to try and minimize the irritation because he’s going through his special time, werewolf maturation when his body changes and reshapes to try and attract a mate. Derek can feel it thrumming through his body, the need to provide, to care for someone, to tend to a family. It’s miserable knowing what his body can do, wants to do but can’t—will never get to have.
Then one day, Stiles pats him there, at the center of everything that’s changing about his body, touches him casual and easy, says, “Why are your boobs so big,” in that smartaleck voice ofhis, prodding and poking at Derek for the laugh. Derek isn’t laughing though, just tenses up and leaves, hotfaced and miserable at the dismissal, the clear rejection.
Of course Stiles doesn’t want him, his breasts, his knot, his heart. Who would?