#chubby stiles

[achubbydumpling]

After Hours 🕛 / Thick Fog 🌫️

Stiles returns to the Jungle to try and figure out his sexuality. Instead he becomes the target of a certain werewolf.

a bit cliché but who doesn't enjoy some pulp-y werewolf romance occasionally?

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alcohol, Belly Kink, Predator/Prey, Weight Gain

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So, his dad doesn't think he's gay? Fine. He probably isn't. Though he isn't straight either. He's pretty sure of that.

After things calm down slightly in Beacon Hills (let's face it, it's never really quiet, is it?) Stiles decides to investigate this part of himself.

He knows he likes girls. Obviously. Duh. The Lydia-shaped hole in his heart is more than proof of that. However, a certain werewolf-y godfather to Scott has also taken up residence in all of Stiles' waking thoughts.

Anyone with eyes could see that Derek was stupidly handsome. Danny had seen it. Remembering that day always set off an uncomfortable jealousy in Stiles.

Derek hadn't been into Danny. Hadn't shown an ounce of interest and yet Stiles felt oddly possessive.

Stiles reached for another handful of bar peanuts.

He'd never been the best at dealing with his feelings and his newest coping mechanism was leaving some physical evidence. His jeans were practically painted on and his shirt kept threatening to ride up over the new curve of his belly.

It was embarrassing. No one had even talked to him since he got here. Did he gain that much?

Another sip of his sickly sweet cocktail probably wasn't helping, but it was happy hour and he was feeling indulgently self-pitying.

More peanuts. Another drink. Stiles scanned the room for familiar faces. For anyone interested. But no one would meet his eyes.

He stomped over to one of the low sofas lining the perimeter of the club to try and escape the temptation of the peanuts and let himself sprawl out. It was hopeless, he'd never figure out his sexuality if he couldn't get anyone to even look his way.

One and a half drinks later the sea of club-goers parted to reveal a familiar face.

Derek.

Stiles struggled to sit upright. Derek didn't even glance at him. Just headed straight to the bar, ordered something, then disappeared up the stairs to the left.

There was a second floor but Stiles hadn't bothered to explore it. Most of the action was happening down here. He tracked Derek's movements until a waiter blocked his sight line.

"For you."

They handed him another cocktail.

Did Derek—?

Stiles was up and out of his seat a fast as his drunk state (and sloshing belly) allowed. It was a weird feeling. Mostly filled up on liquid his belly seemed to have almost gained a mind of its own. He pulled down his shirt again though the feeling of cool air just above his waist band persisted.

He really shouldn't talk to Derek like this. He was a mess. Wallowing in self-pity. Drunk. Fat. He would just embarrass himself. Somehow Stiles' legs carried on.

Despite the last dredges of his sober mind insisting he should leave and stop right now, his drunk body took another heavy drag from the frilly straw and revelled in the warm heaviness that washed over him.

Navigating stairs in his state wasn't easy. He was breathing heavy at the top and pulled down his shirt again.

"Derek?" Wow, he sounded drunk.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked. His ever-present scowl didn't budge.

"I could ask you the same, sourwolf." Stiles punctuated his question with a hiccup.

"It's dangerous to be out alone."

"In case you haven't noticed there are about 200 people crammed on the dance floor downstairs. Plus," another hiccup, "for once we don't have a monster of the week to deal with. So relax, big guy."

"You don't know danger," Derek growled.

Stiles breath hitched.

"Is that—" he cleared his throat, "is that supposed to be intimidating?"

"It's working, isn't it?" Derek turned his head like a dog listening to an interesting sound. "Your heartbeat sped up."

Despite having a werewolf for a best friend, squirming under the gaze of a predator set Stiles on edge. Some age old instinct rearing its head, chanting run, run, run, run.

Another fucked up part of his brain interpreted it as arousal.

Derek's nostrils flared.

"Maybe not fear then."

A smile spread on his face. Wide. Toothy. Nothing like the forced charm Stiles had seen before. His heart rate jack-rabbited up a notch.

His blood ran cold and somehow pooled south at the same time. He pulled his shirt down again. This was stupid. Derek wasn't interested, just making fun of him.

And yet the tension seemed to be rising. Derek stepped forward. Slow enough to give Stiles an out but he felt stuck to the floor.

Then Derek crowded up against him. Really getting close.

Stiles brain felt cotton-candied between fear and arousal.

Derek's hand landed on his stupidly bloated belly and another hiccup ruined the tension. At least for Stiles.

"I should go," he choked out and bolted.

Derek didn't try to stop him.

He downed the rest of his drink, slammed the glass on the bar and rushed to the door.

A wave of nausea and the cold outside air cleared some of the fog from Stiles' brain.

What the fuck was that?!

He looked over his shoulder to check whether Derek was following him. Then kicked himself for even thinking it.

Of course, Derek wouldn't be following him.

He was making up the fact that they had tension. Derek was probably just annoyed to see Stiles there. Nothing was between them.

Stiles took a deep breath. Why was his heart still beating in overdrive?

He checked his back again. The parking lot was deserted.

Too drunk to drive home, Stiles settled on walking home. Of course, the shortcut would run through the preserve, but Derek wouldn't care about that, right? He didn't actually own the land outside of a werewolf-y territorial instinct.

Thick fog rolled between the trees. Stiles stifled a burp. Chugging that last cocktail really wasn't a great idea.

He felt even more bloated now. His shirt definitely wasn't covering his belly anymore. His sides strained under the tension of all the liquid in his belly.

Each step felt slower, heavier. And still he kept an ear out for any unusual sounds. As if he could run away right now.

He could barely even see thirty feet in front of him with the heavy, cold fog around. It was a good thing he knew the path like the back of his hand.

Finally away from prying eyes, Stiles popped the button on his jeans. The zipper slid down on it's own.

Fuck, he was getting fat. Maybe he should take Scott up on the offer to train together.

Stiles had barely registered the cracking of a branch when Derek was already next to him. His hand wrapped around his throat and his claws dangerously close to Stiles' carotid artery.

"You shouldn't run from a wild animal. It sets off their hunting instinct."

The jerk through Stiles' body was instinctive. A hind brain fear reaction trying to save him from the grasp of a predator.

It wouldn't have made a difference.

"Got you."

The claws on Derek's other hand drew across Stiles' belly, catching on the skin-tight fabric.

"I was exactly in your position once, but I'm leaving you a choice. What you're feeling is dumb puppy love. I could ruin your life forever, you're throwing away your chance at a normal life to help a werewolf. Just being in my proximity puts you in danger. If I wanted to I could kill you or force myself on you. I'm giving you a choice. The smart thing would be to walk away right now. What do you want?"

All the close calls on Stiles' life flashed before his eyes. Even just being friends with Scott had put him in mortal danger multiple times and yet walking away was never a serious option.

And yet one question remained in Stiles' mind, "why now?"

"It was easier to resist when you didn't look like fattened prey."

Derek's lips were so close to Stiles' ear that he could feel them moving. What sounded like an insult on paper sent shivers down Stiles' spine. He'd unintentionally turned himself into the perfect werewolf bait.

The hand still on Stiles's belly tightened, Derek's claws bit into the stretched skin of his belly threatening to pierce skin. They retracted before blood was drawn though it seemed to take Derek some effort.

Stiles tried to turn in Derek's embrace but he was stopped.

"Think about it."

"My answer won't change," Stiles insisted and finally Derek let him turn around.

They were pressed together, front to front. For a moment Stiles thought about sucking his belly in though it proved impossible with how bloated he was.

It only seemed to intensify Derek's wild gaze.

It was easy to lean up and press a kiss to Derek's lips. It stayed chaste for a moment before animalistic desire took over.

Stiles couldn't seem to get closer. Even though it was his first kiss instinct took over and made it easy to move. Derek was aggressive, chasing Stiles even now. Nipping and biting when he got the chance.

It was easy to let himself be guided with a heavy hand on his neck, first through the kiss and then back to the parking lot.

"It's dangerous to be out alone," Derek repeated as he held the door of the Camaro for Stiles.

Derek peels out of the parking lot with squealing tires. One hand on Stiles' thigh, his thumb brushing the overhang of Stiles' belly.

They head deeper into the preserve, down the winding dirt road to the Hale house.

[naivemlnd]

Fat Weight Loss Camp

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

This story includes: Fat Camp, Weight again, Failed Diets, Camp Counselor Derek, Chubby Stiles

Ok this idea is 100% inspired by @achubbydumpling and their amazing fat camp series (which you should read!!)

*

At 16, Stiles was recommended to a ‘weight loss camp’ by his doctor.

“You’re already about 80 lbs overweight. And from what I hear,” the doctor glanced at Stiles’ dad, “you aren’t likely to lose this weight without help.”

No way. Absolutely no way, this couldn't happen.

Stiles tried to argue, to get his dad to see reason. He couldn’t go, they’d starve him to death!! But even Stiles couldn’t deny the truth. He had problems. Self control was simply not his strong suit. He’d tried dieting. Plenty of times. But whatever measly amount of weight he managed to lose would always pile back on in a matter of weeks.

And Stiles’ father clearly didn’t know how to help his son. With him being the Sheriff and all, he wasn’t home too often to cook healthy foods or monitor Stiles during his many dieting attempts. Plus, Sheriff Stilinksi could hardly boil water let alone cook, and so they lived off of takeout and junk.

And so Stiles had gone from fluffy to chubby to properly fat in the years since his mother’s death.

So he went to fat camp weight loss camp.

The first day was awkward. There was a beautiful view, though. Stiles could appreciate that the camp was on Hale Lake, with shining blue waters surrounded by gorgeous green woods.

Stiles was surrounded by other fat adolescents, boys and girls all intermixed. No one was particularly friendly, but Stiles talked enough (he rarely shut up the whole day) that people generally started to enjoy his company.

His counselor Derek however, was rude. He was also drop dead gorgeous, should-be-in-a-magazine kind of handsome, so hot Stiles wanted to lick whipped cream off of his abs.

But that was beside the point.

Derek was a hardass, always trying to get his group to do more workouts, to push themselves, and by the end of week 1, Stiles thought he was actually going to die.

He didn’t die. But he also didn’t lose any weight.

“That’s normal,” the nurse said while Stiles stared down at the ‘292’ on the electronic scale. “It takes a few weeks to see real progress.”

Well, a lot can happen in a few weeks.

Because by week four, Stiles had cracked a little bit of the mystery that was Derek Hale. Stiles had realized after hours of pestering, of annoying, that he could get Derek to smile. Then eventually laugh.

And since Derek was never hanging out with the other counselors, Stiles decided to befriend him.

It took a bit of awkwardness, and a lot of small talk, to get Derek to open up. But he did.

And Derek revealed that he was only working here this year as a punishment. Because he was Derek Hale. Hale as in Hale Lake, in which this summer camp resided.

“Wait, so your parents own this place too?” Stiles asked.

Derek scratched the back of his head and looked away. “Yeah, I usually work at the baseball camp across the lake. But I pissed mom off so I’m here for the summer instead.”

Stiles felt his eyebrows rise.

“So you’re rich huh?”

Derek shot Stiles an annoyed look, to which Stiles held up his hands in surrender.

“I just meant, since you can afford it, I’d appreciate it if you could hook a guy up with some real food. I’ve been deprived for a whole month.” Stiles scratched at his tummy, puffing it out a bit for effect.

Derek was effected, but he didn’t laugh like Stiles expected. He blushed.

There was a pregnant silence before Stiles started compulsively talking to ease the tension.

But the next day, Derek slyly handed Stiles a warm bag of Wendy's and nodded his head towards the woods, away from where he and his bunk were supposed to have free time.

Stiles stuffed his face with spicy nuggets, a baconater, and fries, hidden behind a tree in the woods. He shook the bag into his mouth, hoping to get all the crumbs.

This was not his finest moment. But god, the food had been so good!

After that, Derek started bringing more treats, and more often. Stiles always greedily gobbled them down. It became obvious that if this continued, that by the end of camp that Stiles was going to weigh more than he had when he arrived.

He hoped no one would notice.

"313," the nurse said. She shook her head. She'd been puzzling over Stiles and his weight problem for the past three weeks. She continued to lower his daily calorie limit, but he still kept gaining.

"Must be my metabolism," Stiles suggested.

She didn't look convinced, but said, "Better keep your exercise up then."

"Of course," Stiles replied, thinking of his couch and video games back home.

"Well, it wasn't so bad was it?" Sheriff Stilinski said once Stiles was checked out.

"No, it was actually sort of fun."

Stiles couldn't wait until next year.

[chubeveryone]

did this for @chubby-derek-and-friends awhile back and never posted it lol, part 3 to a series i will link in the notes!

[chubstilinski]

I know you’re not as much on the Teen Wolf stuff rn, but I thought I’d share this anyway since I got inspired by like. The Vibe I got about Adam’s maybe??? past food insecurity in your wedding au.

Anyway the idea is this: Stiles experienced food insecurity for a long time as a kid cuz medical bills are EXPENSIVE and they likely were still paying for them years after Claudia’s death, right? (Cuz insurance would never cover everything cuz of course)

So Stiles lived a large part of his life food insecure, then when they finally got comfortable Stiles was still worried about his dad’s health, so often deprived himself at home so that he could keep his dad’s health in check.

But then he moves out on his own, with a decently paying job. And for the first time ever feels comfortable with keeping junk food around, ordering lots of fast food, and cooking rich and delicious meals that he NEVER would have for his dad.

And maybe it takes a toll on him that he finds he really enjoys. And maybe Derek enjoys it too. Or something. :P

THOUGHTS I HAD I JUST HAD TO SHARE.

ohhhh anon i love that. i've had the headcanon that stiles doesn't keep indulgent/fatty food around the house bc of his dad's health but the food insecurity is definitely a possibility with his past too!! yes, stiles, treat yourself to all the food you were deprived of 👀

[chubby-derek-and-friends]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The latest Cafe Claudia chapter is up!

[chubby-teen-wolf-campfire]

A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - February Epilogue - Part 1 of 3

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

Stiles smiled as the elevator opened on the floor to Derek’s loft. He was a little nervous for what he had planned. Sure, his spell to bring the pack together had had some rather unexpected results. The way Stiles’s belly shifted when he stepped out of the elevator was evidence enough of that. The two phone calls he’d received had been another unexpected consequence, one that he hoped would lead to some healing and maybe even some pack growth. (Hehe, growth)

Stiles paused in the hallway. If everything went right tonight, maybe he could eventually tell the rest of the pack about his role in the initial inception of events. Even though he had the best of intentions, they could all still be mad at him.

Stiles took a deep breath to calm himself. Stiles knew that his pack deserved to know the truth from him, especially with how close they had all gotten, but he also knew that his wolves deserved the best, and for Valentine’s Day that meant some very special dates.

The elevator door closed soundlessly behind Stiles and he couldn’t help but think back to its creaky, failure prone predecessor. Another good thing to come out of Derek and Scott’s impressive growth was the necessity for Derek to finally have the elevator in the building overhauled. He had also had the flooring and structure of the loft reinforced, and the spiral staircase replaced by a much wider, sturdier staircase. Not that it hadn’t been entertaining to watch Derek struggle to un-wedge his beautiful, big, wide hips and bouncing ass from the handrail that first time he’d come back to the loft after their jaunt in the woods. But despite the literal game of grab-ass Stiles had gotten to play that night (or how much they both enjoyed the activities that followed), they both knew Derek would need access to the loft’s upper floor sooner or later.

Stiles smirked at the memory of that night as he let himself into the loft proper.

“Hunnies, I’m home!” He called jokingly. He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and made his way into the loft, following the sound of the TV to where Derek sat, snacking.

Another good thing to all the upgrading at the loft had been the chance for a little re-designing. Where they had at first just arranged a collection of mattresses on the floor of the loft for maximum cuddling and easy alpha relaxation after a good stuffing, there was now a built-in u-shaped lounge area with proper, heavy duty upholstered backing and mattress-like cushions that allowed for both easier sitting when eating, and an easier time of getting up once the heavy, bloated feeling the alphas both suffered had abated. And, of course, there was now a massive entertainment center that faced the seating area for pack movie nights, video game playing, or just some mindless vegging while mindlessly eating.

Which is exactly how Stiles found Derek. The massive alpha was sprawled back in the center of the cushion, watching an episode of DS9 and eating from a bag of corn chips.

“Hey! I thought I told you there would be food!” Stiles said, snatching the bag from next to Derek. The alpha looked at Stiles in surprise.

“When did you get here?” Derek asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Like, two minutes ago, big guy,” he snarked, “I guess you couldn’t hear me over the sound of your stomach.” Stiles shook the bag (mostly empty) of corn chips angrily.

Derek reached out for the bag, but Stiles held them out of his reach, which caused Derek to pout. Adorably. Fuck, Stiles would never not fall for that man and his ridiculous lips. Or that massive belly, which at least was attired in the massive dress shirt Jackson’s tailor had made for the evening. Green, to bring out Derek’s eyes.

Stiles handed back the bag with a sigh. “At least you’re dressed.” He said, then looked down and Derek’s chubby bare feet sticking out of his black dress pants. “Well, mostly dressed.”

“Ah coohuh reeh” Derek said with a mouthful of chip crumbs.

Stiles smiled and reached forward to put his hand on Derek’s big, heavy belly, rubbing the proudly bulging flesh with affection. “I can guess what got in the way. Where are your socks and shoes?”

Derek pointed across the loft to the reinforced dining room chair that sat pulled out from the table, then put the bag to his lips and tilted it to catch all the chip crumbs.

Stiles snorted, walking over to grab the missing clothes and bring them back to Derek. “Is Scott almost ready?” he asked, dropping down to sit between Derek’s spread feet.

“Ee ah a-hin...” Derek started.

“Swallow, big guy,” Stiles interrupted, rolling up one of the black dress socks, preparing to put it over Derek’s foot.

Derek gulped audibly, then again, before speaking, “He was taking a shower. Should be done soon.”

Stiles nodded, sliding the sock over Derek’s chubby toes and up his foot, before rolling it up his calf. “And do you know where Jackson is?”

“He said he would be here at 7, and to stop bothering him, and that I shouldn’t let you boss me around so much,” Derek said.

Stiles snorted again. “He really doesn’t understand the way our relationship works, does he?” Stiles asked, sliding the other sock over Derek’s other foot.

“And how is that?” Derek asked.

Stiles smiled at the slightly petulant tone in Derek’s voice, as he slid an extra-wide dress shoe over Derek’s toes. “Well, you let me have whatever I want-push!”

Derek pushed back against Stiles as he slipped the shoe up over Derek’s heel. “Is that so?”

“Uh huh,” Stiles said, turning to the other foot, “And I make sure that you want for nothing-push.”

Derek and Stiles both grunted as Stiles slipped the other shoe on then fell back into Derek’s stomach. Stiles twisted, scooting back a little so his own plush belly and love handles were pushing into Derek’s much larger gut, and leaned into Derek’s massive chest. “Isn’t that right, big guy?” Stiles leaned in and kissed Derek, taking an extra moment to lick the salt from Derek’s lips and cheeks and chin.

Derek burped softly from the pressure of Stiles leaning into his stomach, making Stiles smirk. “I guess so,” Derek said softly, rubbing his hands over Stiles shoulders. The two of them stared at each other and Stiles couldn’t help the way his heart sped up, the way it always did when he thought about how lucky he was that he got to have this with Derek Hale. He loved Scott, always would, but it was different with Derek. Being with Scott felt like playing, like something fun and silly. Being with Derek…it felt different. More passionate, more intense, but also more connected. Derek smiled as Stiles continued to stare.

“Hey, are you guys getting Valentine’s Day started without me?” Scott called, coming down the stairs. His own proud belly bounced with each step, his custom dress shirt, red for him, was still unbuttoned, so the tank top undershirt he wore was visible, stretched thin over his jiggling flesh, revealing his dark nipples and gaping belly button beneath the fabric.

Stiles and Derek both rolled their eyes fondly as Stiles sat away from Derek slightly.

“Nobody’s starting anything, Scotty. We still have to wait for Jackson to get here. And then there’s the surprise...” Stiles teased.

“Which I can’t believe you’ve managed to keep from me and Derek! I figured you’d at least tell one of us.” Scott said. His tone was somewhere between proud and whiny.

“Well, it’s a lot easier to keep a secret when I can keep distracting you guys with food,” Stiles said.

As if on cue, both Scott and Derek’s stomachs growled.

Stiles threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my god, you two are incredible.”

“Incredibly sexy, you mean,” Scott said, pushing his belly into Stiles.

“That too,” Stiles said, pushing back, his hands sinking into Scott’s soft fat until he was forced to step back.

Stiles reached around Scott’s belly and grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it shut over the soft, heavy flesh and began buttoning it up. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, buddy. But for right now, you need to get dressed.”

Scott whined, but started fastening the buttons over his flabby chest.

“I know, I know,” Stiles soothed, as if he were talking to a puppy, “but the sooner you guys are both dressed, the sooner you can have your surprise!”

“Ahm ahrehee dreh,” Derek mumbled.

Stiles spun around to find the larger alpha had a box of snack cakes sitting on the crest of his belly, chocolate crumbs dotting his puffed-up cheeks. “Seriously, Derek? Where were you hiding that?”

Derek swallowed, his eyebrows coming down in a v. “I wasn’t hiding them. It’s not my fault you didn’t see them next to me.”

Stiles threw up his hands and stood up, elbowing his way past Scott. The younger alpha grunted as he continued tucking his shirt into his pants. “I swear to god!” Stiles yelled, “I plan a big romantic evening for everyone, and you guys keep snacking and delaying! I don’t even know why I bother!”

Scott pouted, his patented puppy dog eyes making an appearance. “Awww, dude, we’re sorry.” The young alpha wrapped his arms around Stiles.

Derek looked down, shamefaced. He put the box to the side and shifted his bulk so he could perch his big ass on the edge of the lounge and stand. “I’m sorry, Stiles,” he said, waddling over to the other two. “I haven’t been so good with the self restraint recently. But I’m really excited for tonight!” Derek said, squishing up against Stiles’s other side.

Stiles tried to stay stern, his arms crossed and a frown on his face, but then Derek and Scott began to nuzzle and scent mark him, and he couldn’t hold the façade any longer.

“Jesus,” he huffed out, a small smile creeping onto his face, “puppies. I have two giant puppies.”

Derek and Scott rumbled happily as Stiles slid his hands along their cheeks. The three of them stood there reveling in their happiness until a voice rang out from the door.

“Oh Jesus, really you three?”

The three men turned to find Jackson standing in the doorway to the loft. His own blue dress shirt pulled tightly over his fattened form. Jackson seemed to have grown the most since that week in the woods, which is not to say that the others hadn’t continued to increase in size, but Jackson really showed the greatest expansion. His abdomen had gone from a ball gut to a full-fledged belly, with two prominent, fleshy moobs and thick, flabby arms. His face had also rounded out as well. Combined with his flair for always being well dressed, Jackson could sometimes look like an overfed mobster. His sneer didn’t really help things. It was the same sneer he wore standing in the loft doorway.

“Awww, it’s okay, Jax,” Stiles cooed, “there’s plenty of room for you in this puppy pile.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and walked into the loft, closing the door behind him. “I told you not to call me that.” He grumbled.

“Well I’m sure not gonna call you ‘son,’“ Stiles replied, “and you threatened me when I called you ‘Jackie.’ So what else am I gonna call you?”

The two alphas on either side of him chuckled, causing Jackson to glower at the trio and stop short. “You could just call me by my name,” he said, crossing his arms.

Stiles smirked and moved to stand next to the stubborn beta. “Oh, come on, Jackson,” he said, slinging an arm around Jackson’s shoulders, “you know that nicknames are a sign of affection.”

“Right,” Jackson said, rolling his eyes again, but not moving away from Stiles.

Stiles looked over at the alphas and jerked his head, indicating they should come join him. “Awww, Jax, were you jealous? You know we love you too!”

The alphas moved on cue to surround the pair, Derek pressing in on Jackson’s side and Scott on Stiles’s. Derek pressed his hand to the back of Jackson’s neck. Jackson’s face blushed, still not used to the casual affection, but he leaned into his alpha’s touch and closed his eyes. Stiles smiled.

“You look really good, too, Jackson,” Stiles said, bringing up a hand to rub the beta’s belly. “Isn’t that right, Alpha?”

Derek’s eyes flashed red at the title. “Yes he is. So big and strong and powerful,” Derek replied, his voice taking on a more gravely quality, “makes his alpha so proud.”

Jackson blushed deeper, but also couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

“So big, Jackson, doing so well,” Scott echoed, reaching around Stiles to rub his hand down Jackson’s cheek.

Jackson whined slightly, making Stiles grin. He squeezed the beta tighter. “See? What did I tell ya?” Stiles said.

“Shut it, Stiles,” Jackson grumbled, but his tone was pretty ineffective with the pleased smile on his face. Stiles put his head onto Jackson’s shoulder and winked at Derek. Derek smiled back then moved to rub his stubbled cheek against Jackson’s. Scott did the same to Stiles from behind. Together the three wolves began to make what Stiles called their “grumble-purr.” (“It’s not a purr, Stiles!” “Then what is it?” “It’s just...a noise that werewolves make when we’re happy.” “Like a purr.” “...”) Stiles surreptitiously slid his arm down from Jackson’s shoulders to pull his phone from his pocket and shoot off a quick text.

“Alright, as much as we’re all enjoying this love-fest, I have a big night planned.” Stiles said aloud, breaking up the atmosphere.

“Way to ruin the moment, Stilinski,” Jackson groused as Derek pulled back slightly.

“Jackson...you have chocolate smeared on your cheek. You might want to go wash that off,” Stiles said.

Jackson rubbed his hand across the cheek Derek had been scent marking and pulled it away to reveal the crumbs Derek had transferred. “Oh, great!” he said, stomping off to the bathroom.

Derek rubbed his own cheek sheepishly. “Oops.”

Stiles snorted. “Alright, big guy, you go put up those snack cakes, then clean up your own face.” Stiles said to Derek. “And don’t even think about eating anymore! I’ll be watching you!” He called after Derek’s waddling form, then turned to his best friend. “And Scott, you need to get your shoes on.”

Scott waddled over to the dining table to start the task while Stiles took a look around. The loft was pretty clean. For all the eating and lounging Derek and Scott both did, Derek was still fastidious enough to keep things in pretty good order. There was even a chore wheel on the fridge to make sure everything got done. Stiles just hoped his surprise would be well received by all parties.

“Will Allison and Lydia be joining us?” Derek asked as he headed to the kitchen, holding the half-empty snack cake box in his hands.

Stiles shook his head, “nah, they said they had plans. Actually, Lydia said, ‘if you think I’m gonna waste a moment of my Valentine’s Day with your puppies when I could be spending it with my gorgeous girlfriend, then you are seriously delusional.’”

Derek snorted. Scott made a disappointed noise.

“They did say that they would be here for pack movie night on Saturday, though,” Stiles said. “That reminds me, we need to go shopping.”

It was Jackson’s turn to snort as he exited the bathroom, his face pink and freshly scrubbed. “I swear, you guys go shopping every other day.”

Stiles crossed his arms. “Well maybe we wouldn’t have to if certain people would let others know when they’d eaten all the pop-tarts!”

“Give it a rest, Stiles,” Jackson groaned.

“Never,” he countered, “there were four boxes in there, Jackson. You ate them on purpose!”

Jackson opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a knock at the door. All three werewolves immediately spun to stare at the door.

(Continue to Part 2)

[underappreciatedsterek]

Spell It Out For Me by chubstilinski / @chubstilinski

[14,766w | Explicit]

But now Stiles was, well. He was fat. Not extremely so, just a little chubby, really, but it was exaggerated, every curve highlighted by the tightness of clothes made for a slender body. His Clark Kent slacks clung to thick thighs and cut into his hips. A substantial belly and small muffin top spilled over the waistband, stretching the buttons on his clean shirt. Derek could see the swell of his chest where the Superman logo peeked out from the undone top buttons, and he felt like he was going crazy. Stiles was gorgeous.

Or, on Halloween, Stiles gets jinxed by a hoodoo practitioner into gaining weight very rapidly. Derek thinks it's sexy. Stiles thinks Derek is sexy. Shenanigans ensue.

Note: I always love the way this author writes. There’s something about it that feels effortless and this fic is a lot of fun to read. There’s mutual pining and obliviousness and Derek dressing as Wolverine. What’s not to like?

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This is for those of you who want to read about chubby Stiles and chubby Derek and don't mind plots that aren't resolved. Posted here for chubby kink posterity. Because that's a thing, right?

Decided to revive my WIP Amnesty posts. I started with two new ones that haven’t been seen on my tumblr, but will also add the ones from here at some point.

Ch 1-Ch 3: Derek Hale and the Magic Weight Gain Curse (7k | chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, insecurity)

Derek rejects the wrong witch, and is cursed to gain weight until no one finds him attractive anymore. The problem is, Stiles thinks he's burning hot at every weight.

Ch 4:  Nice Things (4k |  college AU, chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, hurt/comfort)

In which Stiles wouldn't wake up early for an 8AM class to get coffee for just anyone and Derek is convinced he doesn't deserve nice things.