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

(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.

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