Lara where is my fic where Deuc breaks out of the machine and goes to the Sheriff’s (because who the hell would think to look there) house and is looking through his files and

cyberrat:

(2/2) waiting all sneaky until John comes home and he’s this little smug fucker of “breaking the rules now, are we, Sheriff? I don’t suppose your rule about not dating werewolves is one on the chopping block?”

Are we talking Deucalion blackmailing the Sheriff into sexy services because yaaaassss

holding the Sheriff as his personal stud for whenever he needs some stress relief. Lounging around in his bedroom constantly because “Come now, Sheriff. You don’t want your delightfully loudmouthed child to see me here?” and letting him mount him whenever fancy strikes because Deucalion strikes me very much as someone who enjoys himself a good, deep dicking.

I’ve been thinking about this some more and I need this very much tbh. Deucalion being so fucking insatiable; mouthing at the Sheriff’s big dick whenever possible. Sheriff muttering “Jesus Christ” whenever Deucalion wants even more.

Sheriff having to reach around and press a hand over Deucalion’s mouth when he’s fucking him in short, hard strokes from behind because Deucalion can get fucking loud with that gorgeous voice of his; sounding more like a jungle cat than a wolf, really.

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