Can we talk about Bottom Derek for a minute. And I don’t mean smutty, dirty talking bottom Derek. I mean tender, shy Derek. The Derek that’s been hurt by love and sexually abused. The Derek that’s afraid of being loved. The Derek that’s afraid of being intimate. The Derek that’s terrified that someone cares for him in that way.
Cause that Derek is awesome. The Derek that daydreams about Stiles being on top of him. When he takes his time. Kissing and nipping down his torso. Kissing each thigh, letting him know how beautiful he is. How he goes red in the face at the idea of Stiles opening him up with his fingers. Or even better, his tongue. And how Stiles is extra careful so he makes sure Derek doesn’t get hurt, despite the whole werewolf healing thing. How Stiles would make it all about Derek. His pleasure, his comfort. Cause that Derek is the best Derek.
The Derek that knows he’s loved. The Derek that can be tender and sweet. The Derek that’s a little less broken.
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