#happy chet day!! and halloween. i guess.

[coqueverette]

been missing my fav dysfunctional apocalypse family 🫶🏻

[chubby-derek-and-friends]

Chubtober - Day 31 - Sterek

Happy Halloween!

(Special Thanks to my amazing friend who drew this for me for my birthday! It was so good I had to write the story to go with it! She wanted to remain anonymous but if you follow this blog at all, I bet you can guess who she is.)

Derek shivered as Stiles brushed the cool paint onto his stomach.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he grumbled.

Stiles chuckled, continuing to brush on the paint. "Come on, Sourwolf, how many other opportunities like this will we have?"

"Plenty, if you keep feeding me like you have been," Derek said. His heavy, proud belly jutted forward from his torso, and he couldn’t help but give it a rub. His once-firm chest had begun to swell and droop over the last couple of weeks, and his thighs and ass were so wide he only had sweats that he could wear now. "God, I'm huge," he whispered.

Stiles stood up immediately, hearing the disparaging tone in Derek's voice. He moved to Derek's side and put his hand on his cheek.

"Hey," he said softly, pulling Derek's face toward his own.

Derek looked into Stiles's eyes.

"You are beautiful. You are always beautiful, okay? You were beautiful when you were thin and you were beautiful when you started getting chubby and you're beautiful now, big and heavy and pregnant with our cubs. And even if you gained five hundred pounds, you would still be beautiful, Derek Hale. Okay?"

Derek closed his eyes and nuzzled into Stiles's palm. "Stiles," he whispered.

Stiles pressed a quick peck to Derek's lips and then moved to resume painting his stomach.

"Now let me get this finished, or we'll never get to the party" Stiles said.

Derek sighed. He continued to run his fingers up and down the sides of his stomach. "I still can't believe I let you convince me to go as 'The Great Pumpkin'," he grumbled.

"Hey, Charlie Brown is a classic!" Stiles protested.

"Said like a true blockhead,” Derek retorted, referencing the yellow and black shirt Stiles wore.

Stiles poked Derek in the side, making him jump. Derek’s hand brushed through the paint on his stomach as he twitched.

“No tickling!” Derek yelped.

Stiles smirked, but continued what he was doing.

Derek looked down at the orange paint on his fingers. Or at least, he thought it was paint, but it didn’t smell like paint. It smelled like…Derek put his fingers under his nose and took a deep sniff.

“Stiles, what the hell are you putting on me?”

Stiles grinned up over the curve of Derek’s belly. “Orange body paint.” He replied innocently.

“Orange body paint that’s scented like pumpkin?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Scented…” Stiles said, “…and flavored.”

Derek’s eyebrows rose toward his hairline.

“100% edible, pumpkin flavored, organic, orange body paint” Stiles said, licking some off his finger to demonstrate.

“Are you seriously telling me that you put edible body paint on me to go out to a party with our friends?!” Derek growled.

Stiles shrugged. “What? It helps with the realism!”

“It helps to make us look like kinky pervs who get off on public indecency!” Derek growled back.

It was Stiles turn to raise an eyebrow. “Oh, and you didn’t do that when you pulled me into the janitor’s closet after graduation to make out with you?” he asked.

“That was just a one-time thing…” Derek started, but was quickly interrupted by Stiles.

“And then there was the time that Mrs. Johansen caught us dry-humping on the cucumbers because you said you were ‘too horny to wait’.”

Derek blushed. “I told you, it was the pregnancy hormones! And you promised you wouldn’t bring that up again!”

Stiles smirked. “I promised I wouldn’t let anyone else know that the Sheriff had to have a very long conversation with an old woman about how his son’s boyfriend was a sex maniac,” he said, “besides, I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself about tonight.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Derek asked, folding his arms.

Almost as if on cue, a loud peal of thunder echoed through the house, immediately followed by heavy rain pounding on the roof and windows.

“Stiles,” Derek asked, concerned.

Stiles shrugged again. “That weather sprite owed me a favor after last spring. Don’t worry,” Stiles steamrolled over Derek’s attempted objection, “I made him swear that he wouldn’t do any property damage.”

Derek stared at him. Stiles stared back. After a few moments, Stiles’s phone rang.

“Yo, Scotty!” Stiles said, putting the phone up to his ear.

“Dude! This storm is crazy!” Came Scott’s voice over the phone speaker. “I don’t know where the heck it came from but I don’t think you guys should be going out in Derek’s…condition.”

Stiles raised and eyebrow at Derek, who glowered back. He hated when people acted like he couldn’t do anything just because he was pregnant.

“Are you guys still having a party?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah, no, I don’t think we can if this storm keeps up. So far it’s just me, Isaac, Kira and Allison here, and they came over early to help set up. I don’t want anyone else to risk it.”

“Oooh, Scotty and three hotties! So that’s what your game is!” Stiles teased.

Scott sputtered on the other end of the line. Derek couldn’t help but smile a little at the other man’s indignant squawking.

“Don’t worry, Casanova, I’ll put out the message that Chet McCall is closed for the evening. You four just have a fun, SAFE, evening.”

Scott was still groping for a comeback when Stiles hung up. Derek opened his mouth to say something about the conversation Stiles had just had but Stiles held up his finger. He typed a quick one-handed message to all their friends and sent it off letting them know to stay home. When he was finished, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and looked up at Derek.

“Now, I believe you were saying something about us being sex-starved perverts? Or was that just wishful thinking on my part?” Stiles asked.

Derek shook his head ruefully. “Stiles, look at me. I’m so big…I don’t know what I could even do, let alone how un-sexy I must look.”

Stiles reached out and palmed the sides of Derek’s belly. “Now that is where you are definitely wrong. You, Derek Hale, are a sexy beast. And as for what you can do,” Stiles leaned in, lowering his voice, “tonight, why don’t you lay back and let me lick every single bit of body paint off your big, beautiful belly?”

Derek swallowed. “Stiles….”

Stiles smiled at Derek, pulling his phone back out. “But first, we need a picture!” Stiles held his phone as far away from himself as he could, posing at Derek’s side. Derek’s orange belly took up a quarter of the phone screen.

“Say baby’s first costume!”

Derek felt a rush of affection for his ridiculous mate. As soon as he snapped the photo, Derek wrapped an arm around Stiles and pulled him into a deep kiss.

After a minute or so, Stiles pulled back, panting. He smiled up at Derek, and whispered,

“Happy Halloween.”