momomomma2:

cyberratting:

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.

I love the idea of him being on a goddamn hair trigger because “when one sense goes, it does tend to heighten the others, Sheriff, do they teach humans nothing in your pathetic schools?” So all those ridiculous fantasies John always had about literally fucking someone until they were just a heap of panting breaths and twitching muscles can actually?? happen??? now????? And Deuc just takes and takes and then starts demanding more. 

Until John is the one that’s twitching and panting because goddamnit this is the third time tonight Deuc’s just merrily swung astride his hips and sank down on his cock with one of those filthy moans and he’s got work in the morning and Stiles is asleep down the hall and “oh, fuck, sweetheart, yeah, right there. Take what you need, s’all right here for you.”