What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"I kinda hope we don't come across anything you'd say no to- I think I've told you my biggest and weirdest kink, an it seems as though you'd pretty into it," he shrugged gently. "Can't think of anything else you wouldn't like if you're happy to mount me as a wolf and suck at my nipples whilst I'm making milk for our babies-"
Oh, or whilst their pack was watching. Stiles had forgotten about that for the moment, but no doubt he'd remember sooner rather than later.
"I'm sure I can find something nearby. I'm so indecisive right now it'd be nice to have it narrowed down for me," he huffed, because picking any one subject was going to be difficult. He'd have to start applying really soon, but if he was just looking local it really would make it a lot easier.
"So you can just- they can just decide they want you as their alpha?" Stiles asked, still kissing Derek's fingers. "Would they not have alphas already? Whoever made them or their families? i mean, wolves aren't just born, are they? There has to be wolves in the family first?" Stiles was pretty sure that was true. "Or would they be young enough that they'd be expected to move to other packs? I know when some packs get too big sometimes the kids just move off- or if they're from dysfunctional homes, I guess. Hey, we're gonna just have a pack made up of our pups and wayward betas who need some love! And I'll be mom to all of them!"
He knew Derek would love having more people join their pack, wolf or human, especially if they needed the big love a pack could provide. Derek was a carer, he'd absolutely flourish having people to look after. Like he did now, even with Stiles' friends who weren't wolves and didn't really consider themselves pack.
Stiles pulled his fingers away from Derek's fingers to look at him, a little frown on his face. "You invited him over early?" he asked. Well, of course it was for the best, and of course Derek was doing it for that reason, but Stiles didn't like the thought of Scott somehow insulting his mate. Intentionally or accidentally. "I love him, I need him to understand. I need him to know this is how it's going to be. That I'm not going to live the college dream we've always talked about, cos I have a mate, we're going to have children. I don't know if it's that, y'know? The denial or- thinking we're not going to be doing all the things we planned, when we thought we'd both be betas, just living the high life-"
He reached around to stroke his fingers through Derek's hair. "I don't want you to jump to conclusions about me not wanting this, either. Given the option I'd pick setting up home with you over eternal college life with Scott every time. I want our pups so much, Derek. I want them- I want them so much that I kind of have this empty feeling, this big ache where I think they should be. After you knotted me the first time- after, I felt it so badly. It kinda felt like I was grieving for them, because we hadn't made them-"
Stiles stopped, sucking in a few breaths, nervous at having admitted that, in case he was crazy, in case there was something wrong with that kind of obsession.