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Oh god, but you don’t understand how much I think about this. 

I have various headcanons about Stiles’ moles, some of them very angsty. For example, I am 100% certain the reason Stiles never takes his shirt off in public is because he’s insecure about his body. But he’s not just insecure, he was teased as a kid because he has these moles all over his body. They make patterns, there are clusters, and when he was younger he was always made fun of for them and the only person who ever made him feel good about it was his mom and when she died…well. Let’s just say not even his Dad or Scott has seen Stiles in any state on undress since. If he has to change it’s as quick as possible or behind a door or locker. He just hates his body. Hates how he feels whenever he catches sight of himself in a mirror or in the shower. Hates how skinny and pale he is. And sometimes he just wishes someone would just say “hey, no, you’re gorgeous”, like one of those cheesy romantic comedies when the girl is all insecure and shy and doesn’t realise how amazing she is. (Stiles makes sure to tell every girl she is pretty, just fyi, because of this. You know he’s all for making women feel good about themselves.) And it’s pathetic, really, how much he fantasises about someone just calling him pretty or attractive and not comparing him to Scott or Danny or Jackson. For once, Stiles just wants to be the one in a crowded room. Stiles wants to be the hot girl. 

And Derek, like wise, always got teased for his bunny teeth. Not in school, but after the fire, when he grew up and became less lovable jock and more bad boy serial killer, his bunny teeth and baby elephant ears really stood out. Laura always teased him for it and while he didn’t mind Laura teasing- he’d give anything to have that teasing back- it still got to him. You know those insecurities you have, where you know they are nothing bad or major, but they make you lose all your confidence you could ever be seen as beautiful or sexy to someone? And Derek knows he’s hot, he’s been called it enough. Used enough. But no one has ever called him beautiful or looked at his face rather than his body, and while he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be called beautiful or to be looked at like he matters, he can’t help but think without his bunny teeth and baby elephant ears someone might. 

And so, of course, enter Sterek. Two insecure dorks colliding. And Stiles, from the very first moment, melts over how adorable Derek is when he smiles. He looks like the cutest, angriest bunny in the world and Stiles just wants to feed him treats and tell him how lovely he is in between snarking with him about the latest Beacon Hill’s mystery. And don’t you think for one moment Derek doesn’t let his mind wander, thinking about, wondering, just how many moles Stiles has under his clothes. It consumes him, and the first day he sees Stiles without his shirt- after a battle most likely, all bloody and banged up- he just…he can’t stop staring. Stiles thinks it’s about the blood because Derek told him not to leap in front of that thing- Stiles still doesn’t know what the fuck it was- but said thing was going to rip Erica’s head off if he didn’t do something (like charge at it with his trusty bat.) 

And just…first, give me a slow build. Give me shy looks and tentative kisses. Give me arguments that lead to desperate groping and panting into each other’s mouths and whispered love confessions. And then give me sex. Give me sex in which Derek spends hours mapping out Stiles’ body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his fingers. Give me Stiles making a hundred jokes about it to try and deflect from the fact he’s trembling and wants to cry because Derek is looking at his body with nothing by awe and reverence and it’s kind of a lot to handle. Give me post sex where Stiles gently presses deliberate kisses to Derek’s mouth and ears and calls him beautiful and Derek looking away, cheeks growing hot, insides fluttering because…oh. That’s what that feels like. 

Give me both of these dorks never letting the other close their eyes when they come during sex because each of them think the other has the most beautiful pair of eyes in the entire mythical land. Especially when they make love or smile or just…okay, so there isn’t any special time their eyes don’t make each other think “what did I do in a past life to get you?” but looking into each others’ eyes when they make love? Yeah, that’s some special lovin’ feeling.