#fit!derek

Pile It On-Get Beached 2021

Teen Wolf | Sterek |1490 words Prompt from Nonny: Stiles gaining over 150lbs whilst studying abroad for a year, his families shocked reactions and concern when they pick him up from the airport and he takes up two car seats in the back, jiggling all the way home! X Fat!Stiles, Feeder!Derek, Fit!Derek, Sheriff POV,

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Around him, families are reunited. The escalators down get crowded with people, and John keeps a lookout though he knows Stiles said they just landed and it would probably be several minutes before he and Derek come down. But still, he checks, just in case. Across the hall someone is holding a sign that says “Welcome home from Rehab!” and the man who walks up to the woman holding the sign gives her a big hug and kiss despite the embarrassing message. It warms John’s heart a bit. 

Another text comes in that updates John that Stiles and Derek have deboarded and are headed down. John stands and goes to wait by the escalators, eager to see his son. 

A group of people start trickling down the escalators with the carry on luggage and backpacks. Some people race towards other people in the waiting area while some immediately walk towards the baggage claim. John stands up straight to try to catch a glimpse of Stiles, but doesn’t see him. He checks his phone to see if he’s missed them or if there is something wrong but his phone doesn’t show any new messages. 

“Dad!” a voice calls out and John jerks his head up to see Stiles only… “Dad!”

John puts his hand up and waves because yes that is his son but it is a swollen version of his son.

Original S’more- Get Beached 20201

Teen Wolf | Sterek | 500 words Prompt: Too big for last year’s swim suit Fat!Stiles, Fit!Derek, Insecurity

The whole pack went out to the Martin’s lake house for the holiday weekend. Now that everyone has graduated and is looking for their grown up jobs, they thought it would be good to settle in for one last summer before they split up indefinitely once again. 

This, under normal circumstances would be a happy occasion, however, for Stiles Stilinski, the week seemed to be shaping up in a rather… uncomfortable way. 

“No! No, no no no no,” Stiles huffs as he exits the bathroom of his and Derek’s shared bedroom in the Martin lake house. “Der-ek!” he whines. 

Derek looks up from where he’s studying a grimoire he found on a shelf. “Hmm?” He looks up to see Stiles standing in the doorway, a pair of boxer briefs snug around his hits and his boardshorts stuck at a pathetic halt around his knees, not anywhere near his waist where they’re supposed to sit. His belly sits proudly in front of him, and his pecs are soft and round, drooping to look like a pair of breasts. His arms are thick with a little roll in the middle of his upper arm. His thighs are pressed together, and his ass sits on top of the helpless waistband of the boardshorts while straining his underwear.

“They don’t fit!” Stiles says tugging at the waistband to demonstrate. 

Derek sets the book down and walks towards Stiles. He reaches behind Stiles and pulls the tag out from the back of the shorts, “No Stiles, they don’t fit. These are from last year, they’re only a double XL.” 

“Well, I didn’t think they’d be this small!” Stiles bends over to shimmy out. 

“Babe, you wear a 4XL in most things, why would these fit you?” Derek wraps his arms around Stiles’ thick middle, feeling the difference in their bodies; Stiles’ soft, round self against Derek’s stubbornly hard abs.

“I guess I was a little self conscious coming back here,” Stiles says, looking into Derek’s eyes and wrapping his own hands around Derek, though his arms don’t make it all the way around the man’s slender body. 

“Did someone say something?” Derek feels himself getting protective. Derek and Stiles bonded over meals while Stiles was at school. Eventually, their friendship grew to romance, and their love of shared meals turned into an outright fascination with how different Stiles and Derek’s bodies were. Now, 4 years later, the results of their experimentation and preferences are on display all over Stiles. 

“No, of course not. But- I don’t know, everyone here is supernatural of some sort, and there's doughy little Stiles. I just always end up feeling a bit out of place.”

Derek leans in and kisses Stiles, “Listen, you never have to worry about not fitting in. You’re the backbone of this pack Sti. Everyone here loves you, and they want you to be comfortable and have fun.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Stiles felt silly now. “I do need a bigger swimsuit though.” Derek grabs his keys.