#i will delete this upon finishing him ♡

[pareidolla]

if i don't finish drawing cheated before new years i will throw myself into the void wraith-style btw

[hoshigray]

Anon said: I hope it's okay.. wondering if you could write something for ushijima where he's married with kids and the mc is starting to feel insecure about her body and ushijima shows to her how much he still gets turned on by her (now more than ever too). Also I'm really happy I came across your blog! Absolutely love your writing! 🤗💕✨️

Omg another Ushi request!! Stop this is so cute, has me grinnin' and shit!! Tysm for the kind words, noonie, happy to have you on my blog as well~ ;w; ♡ (also, I'm so so so SO sorry for deleting your ask before, plz forgive me bc the draft wasn't finished AT ALL, lmao)

Cw: Ushijima x fem! reader - soft and then smutty, so minors DNI - reader is chubby + has stretch marks cuz I said so - kisses on body (f! receiving) - cunnilingus/oral (f! receiving) - implied breeding kink - praise - biting (Ushi nibbles on your tummy, cheeks, and nipples) - clitoral play (swiping and sucking) - ends with implied insertion - slight overstimulation - reader feeling self-conscious about their body but Ushi coming in for the rescue - you and Ushi have two-year-old twin sons!! Wc: 2.8k

There's nothing you would want to change about your life.

You already thought you hit the jackpot when you stumbled upon and started dating THE Wakatoshi Ushijima, a man you never — in your WILDEST dreams imaginable — could see yourself with. And the fact that he proposed and took you as his spouse is shocking enough. But now, as you see him on the couch with two small children asleep on his lap as the man watches the television, it's hard to conceal the smile that sneaks past your comprehension, and you silently walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

It's been three years since you and Ushijima tied the knot, and you expectant with two boys immediately after. Since then, your life has gotten brighter and brighter by the day. Not only has Ushijima been a great and supportive unit as he has been since he first met you, but watching your sons grow into such beautiful bundles of joy never fails to make you beam with glee. And it's so cute because they're literal carbon copies of their father! Aside from being much more expressive and bubbly than their silent parent, he says they get from you.

For the past three years, every day in the Ushijima household has been grateful. Having a loving husband and two wonderful children is evidence of such. Because of this happiness you bestow and witness, there's absolutely nothing in this life that you'd want to change or replace…

...But that's a lie because there is one thing you'd wish to change. And it bothers you as you stare into the bedroom mirror.

Turning your figure to the left and right in your underwear, you're the only one here who can point out the critiques of your body that you've noticed since pregnancy. Your brows crease as you bore holes at the plumpness of your abdomen that wasn't this curvy before, the detailed streaks of your stretch marks indicating the changes your body's undergone through the years. And your appearance comes off plumper than you've remembered prior; memories of your "perfect" figure from your wedding night flood your mind.

The mirror doesn't display a "you" that you recognize. It's a "you" that has long replaced your old self — the old self who was distinct compared to now, the old self that would model cute outfits and pose with their friends, the old self that grabbed the attention of a well-renowned volleyball player and would soon bear his children.

That old self is long gone, fueling your dismay about who you're looking at as your reflection. This is you, but this isn't your body, is it? It can't be. A body like this shouldn't be able to experience the happiness you're experiencing...should it? The more you stare at your reflection, the blurrier your head is clouded with your thoughts, and an uncomfortable bob strangles your throat.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

You jump at the sudden sound, turning to face the ajar bedroom door. Your husband, Ushijima, entering halfway. "Can I come in?"

"Uhhh, yeah, come in!" You stutter as you grab an oversized shirt (Ushijima's) to cover up. It's funny: being together all these years and you still wish to be modest around your partner. He closes the door behind him once you sit on your side of the bed. "Put the boys to bed."

"Mhmm." He hums in response, walking to the mirror you were using, touching up on his hair before taking off his shirt. He stretches in front of the glass, and you observe him as he does so. His reflection depicts the gorgeous lean physique as his breathtaking back muscles captivate you. Even when he goes into the closet to fetch a more comfortable tee to sleep in, your eyes never leave him.

Strong. Stoic. Incredibly athletic. And a cadence that engulfs anyone in his path. There are many ways people in your surroundings have depicted your husband. And with a front-row seat, you understand what they mean. Ushijima is a rather unusual breed of man, both mind and body; it's a fact you've known before you two dated. And it's a fact that grasps your attraction to him constantly. All these years, and he's still the handsome man you fell in love with.

Makes you wonder if he thinks the same for you. Even with your current body...

"Y/n." A voice snaps you back to the present, turning to the other side of the bed to see Ushijima look directly at you. You blink with a shiver; he must've been calling for you while deep in your thoughts. "You okay?"

You cough before answering. "Ahem, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I'm fine."

The man trenches his brows. "No, you're not." He cuts you off before you can say an excuse. "This is the third time this week you've been thinking up a storm to yourself. Not to mention you've been doing it for the past few months."

"Am...Was I that obvious?"

"That, and I saw you looking at yourself earlier." It's bad enough his blunt answers shoot arrows to your heart, but to know he did see you eyeing yourself at the mirror? Your mind goes rampant thinking what he'll say next. "So, what's wrong?"

You could try to dismiss the topic again and just retire for the night, but you know Ushijima well enough to know you can trust him with what you're thinking. You sigh heavily, turning to your fingers that fidget amognst themselves. "Toshi...Do you...like my body?"

One second goes by. Three seconds. The silence gnaws you, you chew on your lip to distract yourself until the man answers. "...What do you mean?"

"Like...before I had the boys, I felt real...confident? With myself?" Your fingers now toy with the comforter covering your lower body, the awkward atmosphere eating you alive. "I'm not saying I was the most gorgeous person alive or anything, but I liked how my body looked. And now, after being pregnant and everything, I just feel like.....I don't know. Forget about it; good night!" You swiftly turned off the lamp on your bedside and patted your pillow. But before you can situate yourself to sleep, a hand comes to your cheek, prompting you to look at your spouse again.

"Y/n." The way he says your name is so calm and comforting. You lean to his touch. "Is that what's been bothering you?"

You nod, a thumb stroking the soft flesh of your cheek. "Yeah, it's just me with my stupid thoughts bullying me, really..."

Ushijima hums, his free hand freeing your lower half from the warm comforter, exposing your legs to the air-conditioned space. "You shouldn't let those thoughts take the best out of you. You're an adult; it's only natural that your body changes as you grow. And as a mother, it's not guaranteed you'll look like your old self." Once again, the man obliviously scolds you with his curt response. Although, you know he's not wrong, nodding to his words.

"I know, I know. It's just..." Another sigh leaves your fatigued lips. "Every time I look at myself, I just don't know...how can such an amazing and wonderful guy like you still want to be with me looking...different. I get it: it's just my head being mean. But still..." And you leave it at that, withdrawing your face from his warm palm.

Ushijima, though, kept his eyes on your solemn expression. He tries again, bringing his hand up to your chin to look at him. "To answer your question: yes, I do like your body. The reason why is that it's your body. I keep mine in the same condition — if not better — simply because I have a job that requires me to do so. But that's just for me, not you. I didn't date you just because of your body alone. I sure didn't propose to you for it either. I married you — all of you. I love everything about you, and that love hasn't changed since I said my vows." The hand on your chin returns to cupping your cheek. "And it won't change just because of some natural changes to your body. Otherwise, I'd be a terrible husband and father for thinking so."

"Toshi..." Just when you thought your love for this man couldn't get any significant, he always finds a way to bring it up to substantial levels. Your heart swoons to his words, making you fall unquestionably in love with him again. Now you bring a hand to his cheek, "You're such a wonderful man, you know that? So lucky to have you as my husband." He averts his gaze from yours, a sign you know is his way of accepting praise.

"I'll say this, though," the tall man places his other hand to seize your small one on his cheek, olive eyes boring into yours: a sign of honesty. "Ever since you had the twins, I think you've become more beautiful than before."

His face draws in close, and your breath hitches. "Toshi—"

"I mean it. You're so beautiful..." His lips rest on your plump ones, and you're gently pushed to your back with your head on the pillows. It doesn't take long for you to melt into his kisses, small gasps when he leaves your lips to set sweet smooches on your cheek and neck. "So beautiful for me....."

The feeling of his lips on you has you under his spell, and you mean when a hand snakes under your shirt. Ushijima lifts the material to expose your body to him; humility still runs over you as you use your hands to cover yourself. But the man before you doesn't let that happen, moving your hands off your body and onto his shoulders. "Don't do that. Let me see it all." His mouth goes back to your neck, sucking on your skin that'll surely leave marks for you to see in the morning.

He then ventured down, kissing and sucking on every piece of insecurity that caged you. Every stretch mark, from your shoulders to your tummy, kissed with love and gratitude. Your plush thighs were rubbed by his hands before his mouth came down, giving the fat above your panties a teasing bite, causing your legs to jerk. Ushijima removes your underwear, discards the lacy material to the cold wooden floor, and spreads your legs to have your bare genitalia out for him to see.

Your face is now hot from the exposition. "Toshi..." you say his name in a whisper, not wanting to get loud as your bedroom is not too far from your sons'. "Please, you don't have to��Ooohhh..." You're cut off when you feel his tongue lap on one of your nipples, licking on the bud while using his hand to toy with the other breast.

"No, I do have to." He says in between licks to your nipple before taking it wholly into his mouth; your whimpers fail to cooperate on wanting to be stifled by your lips. The heat between your legs starts to flourish, having you grind your thighs together to ease the throbbing sensation. And Ushihima notices, releasing your mound from his hand and slithering it between your soft thighs, protruding his fingers between the folds of your vagina. A sharp cry comes out of you at the sudden contact of his forefinger brushing your clit.

"Ahhhh! Toshi, right there, right—Mmmmm..."

"Not yet, Y/n," your husband coos to your ears, his voice so hot to hear. "Need to warm you up first..." He lays kisses on your neck while pushing his finger into you. You bring a hand to cover the shriek from exiting when his digit enters your chasm, your inner walls adjusting to the size. And when he inserts his middle fingers, you find purchase on the tee he's wearing.

"Oooh, hooohh...Jesus Christ, Toshi, your fingers," you whine to him. He brings his face up to glance at yours. "Feels so good, so—Ahaaannn!!"

"Shhhh, keep feeling good for me." He coaxes you with a kiss on your forehead, the pace of his fingers quickens, and the squelching noises coming from your cunt burn your ears. Your hips buck whenever his digits scrape the velvety walls, and your mind slowly descends into a lustful haze. You want him so bad — want him right now.

And Ushijima takes this time to examine your body while he works on your leaky slit. Watching your figure quiver to his touch, your mouth agape for cute moans to fill the space, and your eyes screwed to an expression of pleasure. Here is where he treasures you more than ever: having you like this with him and only him. It turns him on. It's a raunchy thought, but it's true.

Beauty stirs many images in Ushijima's mind. But nothing triumphs over the true definition of beauty when it's about you. You are the most beautiful in his eyes, both body and soul. Every time he looks at you, the memory of your first smile to him flashes before him, a moment he cherishes till his last breath and is the moment that cemented his wish to have you by his side. And now married with two bouncing boys, there has not been one instance where his light for you diminishes. If anything, it grows brighter and brighter.

However, when it comes to his attention that you don't see yourself in the same light as he does, it's only befitting for a husband to fix that. Because, in his eyes, even through all the changes throughout the years, your body still drives him insane. Especially now, when he's the reason that transformed you with his youths. And seeing you writhe on the bed with his fingers in your vulva, that switch that once flipped before has twitched something inside him...

"Ahhhn!! Nnnmm!! Toshi, Oh God..." The tall man snaps to your disheveled look, your eyes watery and lips puffy from frequent chews. "Haaah!! It's coming, I'm gonna—Ohoooo!!"

"Go ahead. Cum on me, Y/n." He kisses and nibbles your cheeks before putting his mouth on your nipple once more, sucking and lightly biting the nub while pushing his fingers in and out of your cunt at a sporadic rhythm. He places his thumb on your clitoris, swiping and grinding on the tender button. And that was the final piece for your orgasm to overtake you, the walls of your slit clamping around his digits while your body quivers with the crawl of your spine.

Your cries fill the bedroom, riding out your climax until the last tremble. Toes curl as your pussy flutters on him, and they relax when your body is sheathed with a soothing silence that calms you down from the aftershocks. Pants exit swollen lips, too distracted in your bliss to catch a glimpse of Ushijima moving downward to your southern lips, his tongue running on your slick-coated folds.

A forced wail comes out at the motion of his mouth on your chasm. "T-Toshi, stop! I'm too sensit—Iiieeee!!" Your hollers return with an ecstatic vigor as your husband drinks your essence.

"Y/n," his voice was loud enough to draw your awareness to him, licking your fluids from your inner thighs. "You drive me crazy, you know. Your body, it turns me on so much."

"Mmmm, hmmmm, r-really?" Even though Ushijima is sucking on your most delicate areas, you're able to carry on with the conversation.

"Really. Actually, I've been turned on throughout the entire pregnancy. Something about making you big and swole with a baby — the thought about it makes me go wild." He finally removes himself from your cunt, licking remnants of your fluids from his lips. He then takes off his tee, his well-built physique for your eyes to ogle.

Hooded olive eyes stare at you as he undoes the drawstring of his sweatpants, bringing them down to reveal his erection. The image of his cock springing has your sweat run to deep ice cold. You know where this is going, and you can't tell if the pulses of your chasm are out of fear or mutual excitement. "Toshi—"

"Hey, Y/n, I've been thinking" he brings you close to him, your legs spread for him. He then aligns his dick to your wet cunt, using your slick to lubricate the tip of his length before pushing it between your folds. You have to bring a hand up to conceal the mewls. "Maybe we should have another baby. Let's try a girl this time." His mind clouded with aroused thoughts; you pregnant with his child again, all big and round and swole with his child. The image sends shivers up his since. He gets so fucking turned on by it. But as long as it's you, it's all good. Even now, when the tip is finally inserted with a muffled cry from your covered lips, Ushijima doesn't want to turn back.

"Want them to be cute and beautiful like you..."

[mellowmagnolia]

Hello! This is my second time writing this smut fic as the first one was deleted by thine lovely tumblr. Everyone say thanks tumblr!

Anyway yes I got high and horny again so this self indulgent fic is going to contain the following: Lucifer + AFAB anatomy & feminine reader + voyeurism and jealous sex! Also mentions of drug and alcohol use ♡

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So Diavolo just invited you and the brothers to another one of his extravagant parties. Only this time, the guest list was much shorter. Just the HOL and Purgatory Hall residents, except for Luke, who had a bedtime and to whom Simeon graciously explained how certain gatherings are for grown ups only, while trying to ignore the young angel's foot stomping and protests that "he's enough of a grown up".

You were naturally excited. This was the perfect time to wind down and let loose. You were just about to get smashed on human world alcohol thanks to Barbatos and perhaps even smoke some weed if Solomon managed to keep his word. Mammon and Asmo were happy for similar reasons to you. They were known as Team Party for a reason. Beel's heart was full of joy at the thought of eating to his hearts' content all those special dishes made by the Royal Butler.

Others, however, weren't so happy about this little gathering. Lucifer was already rubbing his temples in anticipation to the headache his brothers would give him. Levi was begging to stay home to watch his anime marathon. And Belphie was determined to find the best napping spot within the first minute of arriving, just so he could get some more rest. In the end, you all managed to leave HOL and get to one of the Demon Prince's less grandiose houses in the Devildom. He mentioned he wanted to keep it low-key, so you supposed this is the most low-key he could go considering his wealth.

When you got there, the atmosphere seemed pretty stiff. All the elements were there to make for a great party, it's just that the spirit was missing. So Mammon got to work with the remote of the giant smart TV in the living room and Asmo already popped the bottle of Demonus open. Everyone seemed to follow their lead and sat down on the couch circling the huge coffee table covered in interactive games, snacks and alcoholic drinks. Lucifer sighed and let Barbatos pour him a glass of vintage Demonus and you yourself reached for the rosé wine from the human world.

Finally, the residents of Purgatory Hall arrived, Simeon with an enormous bag of sweets prepared by Luke and Solomon casually motioning you from the doorway. You understood what he meant and got off the couch to come face to face with him.

"Shit, MC. I forgot to buy those sweets you asked me to." He said, matter-of-factly. You replied that you could go to the shop together, as the corner store nearby had those sweets you craved. He extended his arm, took your hand in his and off you went.

Now that it was just the two of you, Solomon pulled you into a corner alley and lit up the blunt. He took several puffs and handed it to you, which you happily took. This was gonna do wonders for your nerves, you thought.

After finishing up your smoke sesh, you made sure not to forget to bring a random sweet thing from the corner store nearby and then made your way back to Diavolo's house. Upon your return, you were pleasantly surprised to notice that the party started to take shape. Well, as much as it could with the demon brothers around. Now Asmo and Mammon seemed to be arguing about the best modeling poses and Lucifer trying to interject by telling them to stop being so loud.

"Oh, Lucifer, calm your tits. We're at a party, for crying out loud! It's time to drink up and let your hair down." He raised his colorful cocktail glass before downing it as if to emphasize his point. Satan and Belphie laughed and exchanged meaningful glances as Lucifer huffed and sunk down in his armchair.

"Asmodeus is right, you know? It's time to relax and unwind. You're at a party!" Diavolo punctuated his words with a heavy slap between Lucifer's shoulder blades, which made him involuntarily sputter into his glass, making the Anti Lucifer League laugh even harder, to the eldest's annoyance.

"Alright, let's play!" You announced as both you and Solomon plopped down on the couch, taking the cards and shuffling them. Tonight you were going to play Cards Against Humanity. This was going to be interesting. Belphie already seemed more awake at the prospect of playing a game with dark humor as its main focus and the others exchanged glances ranging from excited to wary.

After a few rounds, everyone was several glasses in and on the floor in various stages of laughter. Beel was surprisingly at the top, followed by Belphegor, you and Solomon. Simeon, as expected, was still struggling to understand the concept of the game and come up with funny pairs. You took it as a personal win each time the angel laughed at one of your cards. Satan was in a silent competition with Lucifer, neither of them seeming to realize that no matter who came on top, neither would actually win the game. Asmo, on the other hand, was delighted that this game allowed him to make horny jokes all the time, which you loved to expand on, just so you could see Lucifer's blood boil as he could do nothing aside from sit there and allow it to happen.

After the game died down, and the talking and the dancing started, while the drinking continued, so did Lucifer's embarassment at you and Asmo's antics. You made it seem like you were taunting him. Laughing out loud and fooling around with Mammon, making dirty jokes with Asmo and Solomon. He didn't know how much more he could take before jumping on you to personally shut you up and remove you from his pesky brothers. And perhaps you were intending to taunt him. Just a little.

Hours later, the party died down and the collective energy started to mellow out, signaling to everyone that it's time to go to sleep. After everyone said goodnight, while returning to his chambers, Lucifer couldn't help but notice that you and Asmo went to the same room and shut the door after you. Gritting his teeth, he pondered for a moment on what he should do. Finally, he let his curiosity win and after making sure that the path is clear, he quietly made his way to the door of your bedroom. He pressed his ear closer to it, and he covered his mouth at the sounds coming from inside. He could hear laboured breaths and wet, sloppy kisses. Not one, but two male voices accompanying yours. The other one belonging to Solomon. You moaned and he felt his trousers tent up.

"Don't worry your pretty head, darling. We're gonna take care of you." It was Asmo's voice he heard this time. You whined in response and Asmo giggled. "Aren't they the cutest?"

"Oh yes. My apprentice sure knows how to arouse their master" Came Solomon's husky reply.

Lucifer felt disgusted listening to them in the throes of pleasure, but his cock seemed to disagree with his surface feelings about the present situation. It started throbbing painfully and his hands slowly crept to his zipper so he could allow his member some freedom. Starting to focus on your sounds alone, the demon finally freed his cock completely and started stroking it languidly. Were these two fucking you this good? Or were you just that sensitive and generous with your sounds? He decided it was the latter and wondered if you would scream given the chance to get fucked by him. And oh, Lucifer was willing to give you that chance. He was about to show you pleasure beyond your comprehension, a sensation so great your little human mind would break. As your moans reached a crescendo, so did Lucifer's ministrations to his own cock. Until, finally, with a choked out whine, you came. The demon imagined your tight walls clamping around his length and shot his load in his own palm.

Now that the post nut clarity was starting to hit him, he once again felt like dying from embarassment. He couldn't believe he jerked off to you getting fucked by another. But he couldn't linger too long on his feelings of disbelief, since he felt your tiny footsteps rapidly approaching the door. He had to think fast, so he ducked into the bathroom nearby. His breathing was ragged in the darkness of the bathroom, but just when he was about to sigh and close his eyes, the light turned on and there you were, entering the door, and Lucifer felt like everything was going in slow motion. So to take some control back, he quickly pulled you in and pinned you to the wall, covering your mouth as his elbow was digging into your shoulder. You gave him a frightened look and he decided to take advantage of that.

"Are you aware of what you're doing to me?" He asked in a menacing tone. You shook your head vehemently. Could it be...? But before you could form a coherent thought about what he could possibly mean by that, he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed them to your tongue. You felt a thick, bitter substance land on your taste buds.

"This", he shoved the fingers further down your throat "is what you're doing to me. Suck!" And you followed his order. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, gathering all the cum and making sure you swallow it before he even gave the command. You couldn't help a shudder that ran down your spine at how filthy his actions were. Of course, the demon noticed, and in the span of a second, you were grabbed by your hair, flipped around and guided your body forward, as your hands grabbed the edge of the sink. Still having a fistful of your hair, Lucifer, in a show of power, ripped your panties off, not bothering to help you out of the shreds left between your legs. Almost in an instant, his cock was already rubbing impatiently at your entrance, and you couldn't help but wiggle your butt into him, hoping he gets the hint. Instead, his palm landed on your right cheek, which made you gasp.

"Patience, little one. Daddy's gonna take proper care of you." He started rubbing soothing circles on your cheek, and as your heartbeat was starting to come down, you felt his cock get shoved all the way inside your hole. He was rewarded with a surprised moan from you and that's all he needed to start ramming inside you like an animal in heat. You were hardly holding back your sounds, which made Lucifer pull you closer by the hair. Your spine was bent so pornographically, your neck fully exposed and vulnerable, tears streaming down your cheeks, mouth hanging open. Lucifer felt like cumming on the spot, yet he held himself together, driving his cock into you like his life depended on it. His hand slipped from your hair to your throat, closing around it, making you feel lightheaded, while the other hand found your clit, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. You gave a silent scream and clenched around him better than he dreamt of in front of your door earlier. His balls slapped against your pussy deliciously and you felt his rhythm falter, until his last thrust, where he released his load deep inside.

He let you go and you fell limp against the sink as he smoothed down his disheveled hair and closed his zipper. He grabbed your cheeks with a single hand and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Find me next time you want to feel real pleasure again." Was all he said before disappearing through the door. And you were left there to recover from the most mind blowing orgasm you've had in a while.

[artbygem-fics]

Bunny [Simon Riley] - Obey

It's not even been 24hrs and I already miss him. Not sexually as we started as close friends. Probably the only friend I have, work was hectic and I just needed to take a break and speak to a friend. Maybe I should call him? No, he's probably not long gone to base. I'll text him. 

'Missing you ♡'

I press send and put my phone back in my pocket before heading back inside. I work through the rest of my shift. I pray that the rest of the day passes quickly.

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I was so glad to have finished my shift and gotten home. I grab my belongings from the staff room before beginning my route back home. I grab my phone from my pocket as I check my notifications.  I hadn't seen anything from Johnny, my heart sank a little and I started to feel lonely. However, as I look through the notifications, I end up spotting his response;

'Missing you too, princess ♡'

A small smile creeps across my face. I was so determined to find his response that I walked straight past my house. "Every single time!" I mumble to myself before I turn around and walk down the path slightly before I start to walk up the steps to my apartment. Once finally home, I throw my work stuff to the side before heading to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. 

Whilst scrambling to find something to wear my phone starts to ring, I sigh before quickly throwing my hoodie on. I scramble to find my phone before seeing it's a video call from Mactavish. "Ah, there she is!" His thick Scottish accent bellows through the phone speakers. I can't help but smile upon seeing his stupid face light up my screen. "I was just about to call you," I say as I readjust myself on my bed as John messes around with his colleagues. "Aye, gimme a sec!" I nod to accept his comment as I just sit here watching boys being boys as usual. 

"Mactavish got a girlfriend?"

"Someone's tripping"

"Alright, yous can get tae fuck!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the comments. I think what made it so much better was his response. After a few minutes, it was just the two of us, as he had relocated into his room for more privacy. "I'm glad you found that funny" I laugh at his comment before shrugging. "Oh come on, lighten up Mactavish. I needed a good laugh after the day I've just had" "Alright, I'll let you aff" John then repositions to only a position that he knows has a certain effect on me. "Hey, that's not fair Johnny" A small smirk appears on his face before he reaches out for something. 

"You know I don't play fair by now. Just be a good girl for me, princess" He winks before he takes a bite from his apple. I roll my eyes before focusing my attention on ordering food. I was not going to let him win. 

After about 20 minutes, my food arrived, I propped my phone up on the counter as I sorted out my food. "Remember I'm going to be limited to how often I can access ma phone-" "I know we have done this drill before" We both exchange smiles before letting out a small laugh. "You'll have to take in every feature of ma face or take a photo" His blue eyes pierce through my soul just before he winks. "I think I have enough pictures of your stupid face" I smirk before taking a bite out of my food and leaning against the counter. "Aye, you mean like this one?" I scoff thinking that I'm going to be sent one of the many selfies we have. 

My phone pinged with the notification, though upon opening the notification, I instantly coughed almost choking. "Oh my god! you nearly killed me! Why have you even got that?! I told you to delete it years ago!" John just laughs, not realizing how serious the whole situation is. "Naw, ye know that you love it! But ye know -" He stops to take another bite. I can't believe this guy. Awaiting his reply, I roll my eyes. "You look so much better on that counter than leaning against it" Honestly can't believe him. I feel the heat in my cheeks rises, all I hear is him slightly. Probably has seen my cheeks turn red. 

"You're an asshole" I scoff before finishing my food and then tidying up. "That's naw what you were saying 24 hours ago" We are not giving in. We can do this Georgia. "Get on the counter, princess" I looked at my phone screen with a slight frown along with a raised brow. "No, I'm not falling for this Mactavish" I pick up my phone before walking over to the table and sitting down. I open up my laptop before propping my phone up. 

"Princess"

"Johnny"

"I wasn't asking" You could see the lust but also anger in his eyes. I was just about to say something before John revealed his throbbing cock on camera. I was lost for words, and a small moan escaped my lips "Don't please" it came out in an almost whisper. "Ye didnae want to obey now you've got tae watch" No he's not punishing me I hate when he does that but now over the phone, he's punishing but teasing me. I bite my lip to contain myself but also any moans that may escape. He starts to rub his hand up & down his cock. Hearing the small moans & grunts he was making was enough. 

I caught a glimpse of his pre-cum leaking out of the head of his tip. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to slip my hand into my trousers and slip further down into my underwear. "Naw princess, hands where I can see them" I just about got to feel how wet I had become before groaning in annoyance as we had been denied access. "Johnny, please" I pout as I beg for his permission to finish her off. The tension was getting unbearable at this point. 

He begins to pick up the pace, breathing is getting more rugged and heavier. Nothing is said, just the sound of him panting and moaning fills the air. I bite my lip harder to contain a moan. Hearing John being all hot and breathless was making me wetter and my knees weak too. "Oh god, I wish I was deep inside you right now" John pants through the phone. I became an ocean within seconds, I hate him for this. I grab the sides of my chair as I use every little bit of my strength to remain composed right now. 

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My mind drifts back to the video call me and John had a few days ago. I can't believe that man. I try to shake off the thoughts from my brain. I was currently looking into joining the army, I never discussed it with John and I just know he's going to be annoyed with me but at the moment I don't care. I sat staring at the screen of my laptop, I still sat on the application page for the SAS. Why can't I bring myself to just apply, there's no harm, right?

I decide to fill out the application form. It was nerve-wracking, I'm not going to lie but I did it after a good 10 minutes of going through it all at a steady pace before finally pressing that submit button.  It was just a waiting game now and I feel like that's the worst part. Crap! how on earth was I going to reveal this to John? Shit! No, keep calm, we're not going to say anything to him just yet, we haven't even had a response back. Let's just wait until we hear back then go from there. 

I look down at my phone checking my notifications, slight worry takes over me as I haven't heard anything from him but I also know that the connection isn't great. I sigh as I unlock my phone and open up our text thread. As much as he was a complete dork I did miss Mactavish.

"Hey..I know you're busy with this mission but I hope everything is okay there. I haven't heard from you in a few days just checking up on you. I miss you.. ♡"

Should I start to worry? No, that's stupid because you have done this so many other times before and know how this works. He's a soldier and out on deployment like that's his job. Ugh, I need to find a life outside of Mactavish. Though the problem is, I don't have anyone else, it's been like that for as long as I can remember and I guess I was just happy to have met John. Yeah didn't meet in the most normal setting. It was only meant to be a no-strings-attached, one-night thing but years later..

God, I remember the first night we met like it was yesterday. Now we're the best of friends and sometimes inseparable. Not quite, I can't stand him and his annoying ass! God, I don't even know how he managed to befriend me because I hate people. No lie, maybe it was the sex? No, that would make me look..desperate? 

Maybe it was his stupidly handsome face with those ocean-blue eyes and his stupid Scottish accent. You know what, it makes it seem like I like the dork more than just friends and that is not the case. Just friends..with benefits. 

I mean don't get me wrong he is a very good-looking man and any girl would be lucky to have him. I just don't trust anyone like I used to in the past so I have major trust issues which means I will never let anyone get close to me again. Why you may ask? it's a long story but I maybe just maybe might tell you later on. I don't like talking about it and prefer not to open up either. The guard is always up because I can't take the risks anymore. 

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I was replying to a work email on my phone while watching a film when a notification popped up at the top of my screen. He finally replied. A wave of relief washes over me. He's okay.

'Hey princess, I'm okay. Sorry I didnae text ya back sooner. You know how these things are. Don't worry I'm in one piece for you ♡'

I couldn't help but smile at his response but I rolled my eyes at his response also because even when he is trying to sound like he cares it also comes across as him being the biggest jerk too. I miss him so badly right now. I need the company and I don't have anyone else that I'm just that comfortable being around like Mactavish. Maybe it's because I don't like being around people or like showing any emotions or it's my trust issues. God I don't even know how John has put up with me for so long. I am the most complicated person he's probably met. 

Me? Worry about you? Johnny you know me better than that, I'm fine, I don't need to worry about you. Hell I don't care if you took a year to reply back to me.

I replied to him shortly after. I switched back to the email app I was on and continued to finish the email I was writing out for work. I can just imagine the response I will get back from him when he eventually does reply back. If I had to guess it would be something along the lines of me actually caring and worrying about only him and no one else because I'm not that heartless because somehow John knows me best and deep down I have a heart somewhere and one day he will bring it out..

[student-in-nightraven]

Maybe just. Floyd being handled gently and lovingly, not because his s/o thinks he's weak but because they love him and think he deserves it? Does that give you any ideas? Feel free to delete if that's not what you want to write about but hope I was able to give you something or an idea to write about for Floyd

AGH YESS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT TO HIM HES JUST SO LOVEABLE and thank you for the thought dear annon this is very much appreciated <3

Shrimp and eel

Floyd always got into fights, whether it was for azul when someone broke the contract or just for fun, either way in the end he always ended up with an injury, mostly a bloody nose but did that stop him? No. No it didn't. Which is why you took it upon yourself to patch him up whenever he got injured, at first you thought he'd be annoyed but it's actually quite the opposite, when you first asked if you could patch him up his eyes lit up and nodded his head like a madman quickly sitting Infront of you, so this kinda became like a thing for you 2, everytime he'd get injured or even just sad and moody he'd come to his dear shrimp for comfort.

Giggling while you were cleaning his scratched cheek so he wouldn't get an infection, then grabbing a bandaid to put on it

"hehee~ shrimpy is really like a shrimp"

You raised your brow at him not understanding what he meant

"in the coral sea eels and shrimp have a symbiotic relationship, the shrimp cleans the eel or helps with an injury and in return eels protect shrimp~" he answered smiling at you with closed eyes, flushing at his adorableness for a second, he giggled and held your face in his hands kissing your nose smiling even wider.

Like I said he also came to you when in need of moral support, anytime he was feeling down, angry or grumpy he'd come to you and cling onto you,

" it's not fair! Azul made me work all day because him and jade had some matters to attend to! So when I didn't go to work today because I was tired he got mad at me!" Floyd whined, nuzzling into your neck as you stroked his hair listening to him and waiting for him to finish ranting so you could comfort him

" oh Floyd it's okay, I understand how annoying it must've been but you can always get back at azul with your shenanigans"

you realised from the past events that normal comforting didn't really help him, so you gave him ideas on how to fuck up the problem instead, which was very helpful. he was no longer grumpy and instead laughing and agreeing with you, he pulled his head away from you "thank you Shrimpy, I already know what to do to azul so he never does that again~" Floyd said smiling evilly (if that's even a word) then took a hold of your face and peppered it with kisses saying how happy he was that his shrimp was always there to help him out♡

The end

I loved this request SO MUCH it reminded me of that symbiotic relationship eels and shrimp have and it really is adorable, thank you dear annon🫶

[phantomfox9]

Finished version of Gato-Cat / UltraM0th’s Christmas story involving Derek Hale undergoing a The Santa Clause style transformation. Was originally posted last year, but was lost when their old account got deleted. I downloaded and saved a copy of the story before it got deleted, so I figured I’d repost it, so that everyone can enjoy it once again.

Of course, all credit goes to Gato-Cat, so make sure to go and follow them for more great content like this.

@gato-cat​

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A/N: Here’s a fun Christmas story that plays with the plot of The Santa Clause, but it involves Derek Hale from Teen Wolf turning into the jolly, big guy. I hope that you all enjoy it. And thank you to @writer-ofstuff for helping me bounce off ideas for this!

I hope you all enjoy the holidays!

♡UltraM0th

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“Der!” Stiles hissed under his breath as he shook the werewolf beside him awake. “Wake up!”

“Hrmm?” Derek yawned, tightening his hold on his boyfriend in an attempt to silence him. After weeks of defending Beacon Hills from yet another supernatural threat, the werewolf was relieved that he and Stiles could spend their first Christmas together as a couple in peace.

“No, no, no!” Stiles panicked, his heartbeat really high. “I heard something walking around on the roof.”

The alpha werewolf immediately shot up and instinctually shoved the small human behind him, straining his ears. Sure enough, he could hear heavy footsteps on top of his repaired house, the wood creaking as it seemed to support something’s weight.

“Stay here,” Derek growled to his boyfriend as he stormed out of the bedroom and hurried downstairs. He made sure to flex his massive muscles in an attempt to look all the more threatening. Given his alpha status and his regular workouts, Derek Hale’s physique was blessed with muscles that popped and oozed masculinity. His massive pecs were puffed out as he bared his teeth, stalking out onto the snow-covered front lawn.

The werewolf sniffed at the wintery air, catching a whiff of what he thought was cinnamon and sugar— something disgustingly sweet, making him recoil at the scent.

Peering up into the night sky, Derek could barely make out the large silhouette of someone skulking around on the rooftop, heading towards the chimney.

“Hey!” Derek roared up at the unknown figure, using his booming alpha voice to scare it. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

The shadowed figure up on the roof jerked back in shock at the alpha’s baritone, quickly losing its footing and tumbling down the icy roof, falling to the ground with a loud thud. Derek slowly approached the figure, his fighting stance ready, as he took in the sight of whatever it was that had fallen from his roof. The figure was cloaked in a large red fabric that had white trimming. Its overwhelming sugary scent made sense a little bit when Derek took in the fact that the creature was rather large, and based on the slight jiggle its body had upon impact, there was a large amount of fat on it. There was white curly hair that obscured its face... no way.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped as he rushed outside, a baseball bat in his hands, pausing when he took in the sight before him. “You killed Santa Claus!”

The werewolf looked back to meet his boyfriend’s horrified eyes, instantly growing defensive. “I did not!” he countered. “The guy fell on his own!”

“I’m still alive, Mieczysław,” the injured Santa Claus muttered face down in the snow. With a grunt, the old man turned over onto his back. “Now if I could get some help, that would be nice.”

Derek looked over at the red-faced Stiles at the mention of his first name, but before he could ask, his boyfriend held up a hand.

“We should help him inside,” Stiles hurriedly said as he dropped the bat and rushed forward to help drag Santa inside the house.

Derek huffed, but nevertheless helped his boyfriend, winding up doing most of the work. He plopped Santa Claus onto the couch in the living room, struggling to put two and two together.

“So, uh,” Derek mumbled as he paced the living room, “you’re real?”

The supposed fairy tale man chuckled, even going so far as to grab the sides of his jiggling gut. “Of course I’m real, Derek,” Santa Claus laughed. “You’d think that in a world with werewolves that Santa Claus would exist too, right?”

“He does have a point,” Stiles chimed in as he entered the living room to hand the jolly old man a cup of coffee. “So does this mean that Krampus is real too? Because I’ve read about him before and he sounds really creepy and like something I’d like to avoid.”

“Yeah, he’s down the block,” Santa said, ignoring the look of fear on the human’s face. “However, we have bigger issues afoot. With me injured right now, I need someone to help deliver the rest of the presents in my sleigh.” He looked at the alpha werewolf with expectant eyes.

Derek wanted to argue but Stiles also looked at him with the same expression, and he felt his resolve quickly melt. “Fine,” he grunted. “What do I have to do?”

Santa Claus smiled and took off his trademark hat, shucking his redcoat as well. “First, put those on,” he instructed.

Derek did as he was told, sliding on the massive coat that was three sizes too big for him, making it look like he was swimming in the soft fabric that actually felt good against his bare chest. Lastly, he put on the hat.

“Now, eat this,” Santa said as he pulled a gingerbread cookie out of his pocket. “It will transfer some of my powers to you.”

With a huff, Derek took the offered cookie and quickly ate it, a little surprised at how good it was considering that it’d come from an old man’s pocket. “Okay, now what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a slight itchy sensation around his face and he reached up to scratch his beard... wait.

Derek gasped as he ran his hands over his face, feeling the beard that had seemingly sprouted out of nowhere. The shocked werewolf darted over towards a mirror and looked in it, paling when he saw the beard that now dominated the lower half of his face. It wasn’t as bushy as the titular Santa Claus’s, but it definitely looked like it would’ve taken about a year for the man to grow. It was still his usual black, yet there were trace flecks of white that he could see in it.

“What the hell is this?” Derek demanded, turning around and pointing at his face, even stomping his foot out of irritation. That last action made him wince when he felt an unfamiliar jiggling at his gut.

Derek looked down in time to see his body quickly inflating, with most of the growth centered around his stomach. His abs filled in before his stomach was flat, which then pushed outwards. His gut grew larger and rounder, jutting away from his torso until it completely filled the red coat he was wearing, making it the perfect fit. Even his pecs inflated, filling up with fat until he had sizable muscletits that weren’t just toned. Derek was slightly relieved to see that he still retained all of his hard-earned muscles, they were just covered by a thick layer of fat, making him look more like a beefy version of Santa Claus. His arms followed suit, losing their definition as they packed on more meat. He blushed furiously as his thighs widened and he felt his ass puff out and get more jiggly, stretching the confines of his sweatpants to the limit.

Once his transformation was done, Derek stood in shock for a moment as he examined his newly inflated form.

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouted as he tried to stalk threateningly over towards the couch, but he inwardly flinched when he felt his new gut jiggling with every step he took.

Santa Claus didn’t look fazed and instead snapped his fingers. “You better hurry up,” he said. “There’s a lot of houses I haven’t gotten to yet.”

Before he could argue some more, Derek felt an unknown force yanking him towards the chimney. He was glad that there wasn’t a fire in there because said force tugged him into the actual fireplace, squeezing his new bulk through the chimney with such ease he might as well have been greased. It spat him out onto the roof and once he saw the sleigh and the reindeer, he knew just what he’d gotten himself into. The sleigh was just as he’d seen on Christmas cards, being red with golden trim. In the back was a large white sack that was loosely tied at the top with various toys sticking out of the opening.

“This is gonna be a long night,” the bulky werewolf sighed as he hopped into the sleigh, wincing as he felt his inflated gut settle into place on his lap.

There was a metallic clang followed by the huffing of Stiles climbing a ladder. He made it to the rooftop, clad in a thick winter coat and sweatpants. “Wait up!” he gasped. “I’m coming with you!”

Derek looked at the falling snowflakes and shook his head, the white pompom on the Santa hat waving around like crazy from the motion. “No way,” he grunted. “It’s below freezing, you’ll catch a cold.”

“I’ll just huddle up next to you,” Stiles countered as he started to climb inside the sleigh.

The inflated werewolf knew it was no use arguing with his stubborn boyfriend. “Fine,” he muttered, scooting over to the side of the sleigh to make room.

Stiles squeezed himself inside the sleigh, one side pressed against the hardwood of the sleigh and the other squishing into the sides of Derek’s new bulk. “Um, can you scoot over a little bit?” he asked. “There’s barely any room.”

The blush on Derek’s bearded face deepened to match his coat. “I’m already all the way over to the other side,” he growled. The werewolf tried to shift over some more, his inflated bulk jiggling wildly as he tried to make room. However, his widened hips were already pressed against the other side of the sleigh. His rotund gut took up the most room and it felt really heavy on top of him, impeding most of his movements. With an annoyed grunt, the werewolf maneuvered a heavy arm over the human’s smaller shoulders and pressed him against his squishy bulk in an effort to make more room.

Stiles grabbed a hold of the reins and yanked on them. “Mush!” he excitedly yelled out... but the sleigh stayed put.

One of the reindeer even looked over its shoulder at him and snorted.

“I think it has to be me,” Derek sighed, taking the reins from the disappointed Stiles. As soon as they were in his beefy hands, the sleigh lurched forward as they flew off the roof and into the night sky.

Out of instinct, Stiles tried to wrap his arms around Derek as they flew, but he couldn’t wrap his arms around even a third of the chubby version of his boyfriend. However, that brought about another issue to the alpha werewolf.

He fought a hiss at the feeling of the much smaller Stiles squeezing against his large gut, the action sending foreign shivers of pleasure throughout him. He hadn’t noticed until he saw it curling over the opening of the coat, but even his chest hair had grown in during his transformation, making him look like a total bear. The hairs only served as pleasure receptors, amplifying the intense feelings he had as Stiles brushed up against his sensitive chest and gut. He couldn’t tell if the nubs poking against the coat caused by his larger nipples were from the blistering cold or from excitement. The way his cock was hardening (and totally concealed by his cresting gut) told Derek that it was the latter.

Derek was embarrassed at first because of his sudden one-hundred pound weight gain, but now he was utterly distraught to find that his new gut was incredibly sensitive. A small part of him was relieved when the reindeer landed on another rooftop, but a louder part was disappointed when Stiles let go of him, leaving behind tingling want all over his jiggling mass.

Still struggling to make sense of what was going on, Derek climbed out of the sleigh, having an awkward time getting used to walking around with thighs that kept pushing against each other and a gut that jiggled with every step. He grabbed the sack from the sleigh and waddled over to the chimney, stuffing it down first.

The alpha werewolf then positioned himself on top of it and started to go down feet first. He managed to fit his thick thighs and widened hips in, thankfully squeezing his bubblebutt inside too. However, Derek groaned loudly when his large gut got wedged in the chimney, making him stuck.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Derek roared out in frustration. “What’s the point of making me grow this!?” He gestured at his large gut as he tried to wiggle himself free.

“The only thin Santas you see are in porn?” Stiles meekly offered as he hopped out of the sleigh to try to help. “Try sucking it in.”

“I am sucking it in,” Derek growled, his gut far to large to make his efforts noticeable.

It took a bit of maneuvering and dedication, but the Santa Derek eventually managed to squeeze himself through the chimney—thanks to Stiles’s suggestion of thinking “Jolly Thoughts” so as to give more into the Santa role. He’d thought that it was stupid, but humored him anyway, only to be sucked down the chimney in an instant.

“That was weird,” Derek huffed as he found himself standing in the living room of the unknown house. Wanting to waste no time at all in case someone sees him (or worse recognizes him and laughs at the fact that he’d been turned into Santa Claus) he quickly went to literally throwing the toys out of the bag and aiming them at the Christmas tree. It wasn’t long until the bag was empty, which he automatically knew somehow that it would magically refill at the next house.

Derek breathed a sigh of relief and went to head back towards the chimney when the delicious aroma of sugar wafted by his nostrils, making his big stomach growl hungrily.

The werewolf turned to look in the direction of the scent, rolling his eyes when he saw the plate of cookies and the glass of milk that was on the coffee table. As soon as he made eye contact with the cookies, his stomach growled even louder.

“Really?” he whined, even grabbed at his protruding gut in irritation. “I don’t even like sweets.”

His stomach growled much louder now and he worried that it’d wake up the occupants in the house.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath as he waddled towards the coffee table. The cookies looked like they were from a holiday collection from the grocery store, containing an array of sugar cookies iced and decorated to look like trees, snowmen, etc. Derek could feel himself drooling as he stared at them and he picked up a snowman shaped cookie, taking one bite of it.

As soon as his tongue tasted the sweet sugar of the cookie, he couldn’t stop himself from greedily scarfing the rest of it down. In a frenzy, the werewolf bent over and hungrily ate the rest of the cookies, barely able to control himself enough to pocket one for Stiles, before downing the glass of milk.

His stomach felt satisfied and Derek patted it contently, noting that it had bloated the smallest bit from his quick eating, looking slightly rounder. “Of course...” he grunted as he rolled his eyes for the thousandth time that night. He turned to leave, but his protruding gut knocked over the standing lamp that he was next to, making it crash to the ground. He quickly waddled back over to the fireplace and was sucked up through the chimney, landing gracefully on his feet on the roof.

“How’d it go?” Stiles excitedly asked.

“It was fine,” Derek muttered. “Oh... here.” He handed his boyfriend the cookie before settling back into the sleigh. Again, he fought back a moan as Stiles settled back into place and snuggled up against his sensitive bulk. He wrapped his arm around the human and they took off to the next house.

“Der,” Stiles said, looking up the werewolf Santa Claus, “you have cookie crumbs in your beard.”

The rest of night followed the similar pattern: Derek would nearly blow a load in his pants over having Stiles rub up against his sensitive bulk, he would be sucked down into a chimney, he would place the gifts under the tree, he’d gobble up every last cookie that was left for Santa Claus, he would get sucked back up the chimney to the roof, and he would get excited at the idea of Stiles rubbing up against his gut again. By the end of the night, Derek had fallen into that routine and had completed every house without an issue—except for Scott’s where Scott had woken up and had laughed at the Santa Derek with the jiggling gut and bushy beard, making Derek growl and storm out the front door instead of taking the chimney.

Despite that, Derek started to look forward to the times when he and Stiles would be flying through the air and the latter would press against his bulk. When they’d flown through the cold Finnish airspace, Derek had opened up his coat to let Stiles use his body heat, and he’d came on the spot at having the human nuzzle against his hairy gut and inflated pecs. Stiles was none the wiser, happily enjoying the ride and experience, all the while Derek was humiliated beyond belief, thankful that his new beard hid most of his blush.

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Finally, as soon as the sun was beginning to rise, Santa Claus was starting to feel better as he relaxed in the Hale House.

The inflated werewolf plopped out of the fireplace and tumbled onto the living room floor, groaning as he rested on his back, completely exhausted from his busy night of having to deliver presents to all the children of the world.

“Derek!” Santa cheerfully greeted him. “How was it?”

The stunned werewolf grunted and rubbed the tiredness away from his eyes. “Damn,” he grunted, “that was definitely an experience.” He tore the hat away from his head and stood up to take off Santa’s coat, frowning at the sight of his inflated, hairy body.

After a few seconds, Stiles hurried inside the house through the front door, still all smiles. “That was amazing!” he said.

Santa Claus smiled warmly at the werewolf before standing up. “Thanks a lot for your help, Derek,” he chuckled. “I’ll make sure to add you to the Nice List.”

“Wow, that’s super awesome,” Derek mocked. “Now change me back!” He gestured down at his gut which blocked the rest of his view of his lower body.

Santa Claus shrugged his coat back on. “Sorry Derek,” he said as he pulled his hat on. “There is no antidote for that, but maybe I can call on you for help next Christmas?” The magical man gave the couple a wink before disappearing up the chimney in a flash, leaving no chance for argument.

Derek felt his new gut drop at what he’d just heard. Not only was he stuck with the beard and the sensitive gut, but he was expected to help out and be Replacement Claus next year too? “You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Derek growled as he grasped at his hairy gut, giving it a tentative poke. He was panicking over how much his life was going to change by being the werewolf Santa Claus when he caught another whiff in the air, this one emanating from his boyfriend who stood beside him.

Stiles was turned on.

“Really?” Derek asked, cocking his eyebrow at the human as he gestured at his gut and beard. “This does it for you?”

Stiles blushed a little bit and had a hard time maintaining eye contact with the beefy werewolf. “I like my men big and hairy,” he quietly admitted.

Now Derek may have loved to work out and loved to use his large muscles to his advantage, intimidating any threat that dared to cross into his territory, but he loved Stiles even more. Therefore, the sight of his boyfriend blushing made his heart flutter and the werewolf started to realize that maybe being beefy and hairy wouldn’t be too bad... especially if he could get Stiles to rub up against his gut some more.

“Well,” Derek blushed back, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s waist to pull him in close to his inflated form, squeezing him tightly against his new hairy gut enjoying the way it immediately made his cock rock hard, “ho, ho, ho.”