#me when his straw goes erect

[jesuistrestriste]

Tying subby Art down to the bed with ribbons, edging him over and over because he was being a fuckin brat. He'd look so damn pretty with tears staining his cheeks, just begging, "Please, mommy, please! I promise ill be good!" Crying harder when you slap him, telling him to shut the fuck up and stop whining (i KNOW this man whimpers)

Art Donaldson had known this was coming. Or, he really should have. He’d gotten mouthy with you. If he had corrected his behavior, he wouldn't currently have his arms tied up to the bed while you straddled his thighs and made his life a living hell. Sigh, if only he had just thought ahead.

His little quips of mumbled attitude throughout the day had made you grow increasingly frustrated. And they were so incessant that you had started to wonder if he was doing it on purpose. The last straw came when he had said something along the lines of "can you please just fucking touch me? you're being so rigid right now.."

Oh? He wanted to be 'fucking touched'?

He thought you were being 'rigid'?

Fine. You'd give him something to really whine about.

-

And that you did.

Art's body is shaking furiously under your seat over his legs, his hips jolting and squirming over the bed as his head tips back and he sobs. Big, fat, heavy tears pour down the sides of his face, but they did nothing to convince you to relent.

Your hand had been furiously stroking his aching cock for the past hour and a half. It was brutal. The stiffened, throbbing flesh had gushed more spurts of precome than you could ever count or keep track of, and it was now coated in a slimy film of his own filth mixed with the water-based lube you poured over him every fifteen minutes to keep him slick.

You had denied him ten times so far. The tears had come after the fourth denial. It was all downhill from there.

He's now crying so hard that his chest is heaving, but you opt to rub your free hand over his contracting abdomen as you touch his erection instead of letting him come. Because, after all, he'd been a brat all day. He deserves this. Deep down, under the layers of faint resentment, desperation, anguish, and hopelessness, even he knows he deserves this.

His blonde curls are a mess against the pillow, and his wrists are starting to feel raw from the constant tugging on the thick, satin ribbons holding his hands in place and away from his body (and yours). All that truly keeps him from bucking up into your hand the way he so desperately wants to is your firm seat over his trembling legs. You keep him in place. You keep him grounded. Physically, if not mentally and emotionally.

As your hand moves up to quickly fist his sensitive tip in your grasp, a slurry of precome comes dribbling out and Art's body all but snaps in half as his back arches up from the mattress and he lets out a wail of a moan.

"Please!" he cries, his head thrashing against the plush cushion underneath, his hands once again involuntarily yanking at the bondage, "Ugh—! I can't do any more! No more! N-No more!"

You smile.

He hiccups and tries to swallow down another sob before he chokes on it and it comes tumbling out from his lips anyway.

If he really wanted to stop, he'd say the safeword. Even in the most intense depths of his submissive mindscape, he could say the word to you. Through tears, through thrusts, through anything. So you didn't stop. He could take some more.

You shake your head, your hand on his abdomen rubbing in slow, comforting circles as you look over his flushed body. Your hand on his pulsing length twists around his cockhead as your wrist rolls, and your palm glides over his leaking slit in one long, languid stroke. He immediately keens and his eyes roll back as he tugs at the ties again.

"Be quiet, Art," you say, your hand circling his tip before it goes back to stroking him fully up and down, "you're fine. You were a bad boy today, so do you really think I'm gonna let you off so easy? Be still."

He starts to shake his head as he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut, before he nods reluctantly and tries to steady his twitching and shuddering.

He wants to grab your thighs, your forearms, or, hell, even the sheets. He'd grab whatever was available at this point if he could, but he can't. So he settles for wrapping his hands around the length of ribbon that connects each knot around his wrist to the appropriate spot near the headboard.

He'd torn his hands up on multiple occasions from playing tennis. The stinging callouses that bled when he carried on without bandaging were more tolerable than this. By far. He'd take a handful of those over any more of this agonizing torture. And he'd say this to you if he could speak instead of bawl. Maybe then you'd believe how badly he needs to finish.

He manages to pull himself together just enough to lift his head up and look to you as he miraculously slurs out some words through his tears. Two fresh ones drip down his pink cheeks as he attempts to barter with you.

"Please— Oh, please—!" he whined, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you feel hot all over, "I promise I'll be good now! I swear-!"

You frown and stroke him faster, before your hand over his stomach lifts up and you lean in to swiftly slap him across the the face. It was hard enough to make a sound, but certainly not hard enough to do any actual damage to his pretty cheek.

Just hard enough to hurt and make a point.

His head snaps to the side with the force of the hit, a red tint beginning to creep over his delicate skin, and he lets his head fall back onto the pillow again. A loud, painful whimper erupts from his chest as new waves of tears fall.

Impact-play is something he enjoys, especially during times like this, but he makes that hard to believe when he only goes and cries harder in response.

"You seriously need to learn when to shut your mouth," you snap, "no more whining or I'll just leave you here like this for the rest of the night."

"Nooo," he sobs in defeat. Your words burn him, but they burn so good. His orgasm is creeping in quickly again, but he knows you'll stop it before he gets there.

If you pay attention, it's easy to observe that Art has tells for when he's about to release. He goes from loud moans to stifled, shaky gasps that increase in pace and frequency. He goes from harsh jolts and convulsions to being stiff as a board. His body's sensitivity lets him be an open book. He's an easy read, that's all. And oh boy, can you read him well.

His bodily reactions and habits—at the very least—make your job easier. If he was less sensitive and less reactive, you would have a much harder time edging him properly. That's for sure.

Eventually, after two more denials, you decide to let him finally finish. He almost doesn't believe it when you keep stroking him after he's already stiffened up and gone quiet. His brows are all pinched up and his eyes are squeezed shut as the ribbon digs into his flesh. His hips can't really buck into your touch with you still sitting over him, but he tries anyway while he tenses up all over. His lips part in a silent, anticipatory moan.

Your hand gives him four solid pumps after his body warns you of the rapidly building pleasure, and then Art is cumming with a sharp cry.

His entire form shudders as his heels dig into the bed, and he nearly bucks you off of him like a startled horse from the force and intensity of his orgasm. Your eyes stay fixed to his sensitive parts in your grasp as his balls empty completely over your hand and his lower abdomen in thick, sticky ropes.

It's a heavy load. It's so much that it almost looks like someone spilled a bunch of translucent, sugary icing all over his body and between your fingers. it's so much that it almost seems inhuman. It just goes on and on and on. And he just moans and moans and moans.

"Yess-ss—! Ohh—! yesyesyesyes—!"

"Ahh! AH! Mmngh—!"

He makes the prettiest sounds.

You pump him faster.

You milk him until he gets oversensitive and starts to whine, squirming and panting and gasping for air, and then you finally (finally) let him go.

He collapses down instantly, twitching with the aftershocks, but laying completely spent like a puppet with cut strings. He's beautiful.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," is all he can slur out as his eyes remain unfocused and lidded.

"You're welcome," you say.

your voice is tender and helps to bring him down. In a moment or two, you'll untie his wrists and press a kiss to each. You'll bring him a glass of water and grab a towel to clean him up after you wash your hands. You'll hold him and cuddle him and stroke his sore muscles as he buries his face in your neck. You'll tell him you love him, and how good he did until he can fall asleep.

You wear him out like a dog sometimes, but if you asked him to bark.. who's to say he wouldn't?

All that Art knows as he drifts off is one truth:

He's never going to be bratty ever again.

[deliciouskeys]

@cozycornerevents' Kinktober 2024 prompt #7: Shibari

Homewell; AU where Madelyn didn't die in season 1 and they just continued down that path...

"N-o…"

The way Madelyn says that word is both mortifying and goes straight to his erection, even though he doesn't think he could be any harder. She says it in the tone he's heard people use with dogs, cats, maybe small children. Like he's about to get a cone around his head or be put in a corner. She pries his hands off of her and gets up off his lap.

Their sexual trysts follow a very predictable script. It's always on the couch in her office. Never at her house. The one time he showed up at her house, thinking what's allowed at work would certainly be allowed at home, she had such a cold expression while rebuffing him that he was afraid to even fly past her house to spy on her at night for a few weeks. Doing this anywhere near Teddy was off-limits apparently, and he supposes that's for the best.

When they do it, she's always on top of him, clambering into his lap and then riding him, always the one in complete control of the pace, the angle, and the depth. But no matter what she does, no matter how languidly she moves, he always comes too quickly for his own liking. Maybe not as quickly as the first time they finally did the deed. But quick enough that he always apologizes, genuinely sorry and mortified but also knowing him saying 'sorry' and looking visibly disappointed with himself triggers reassurances from her. She's never angry about him coming early. Sometimes he wonders if she looks relieved that he's done, like she was just waiting to feel his hips jerking up underneath her. She tolerates anything from him in that department, timewise. But what she doesn't tolerate is something that he still mistakenly does from time to time, when he loses himself in the moment. He doesn't know why he does it. He has no idea where the impulse comes from and even less why it became a habit so hard to break. Maybe he saw it in some pornography video he watched very early on, when he was let out of the lab and suddenly discovered a whole world of information that everyone else was constantly using and privy to. But he doesn't even remember. He knows he often did it with Maeve when she insisted on being on top, also preferring to be in control of their encounters. It was something that made him feel like he was wresting back just a little bit of control– that he was taking enjoyment by slapping her and holding her hips as if he owned them. Maeve didn't seem to mind it. But Madelyn does, and she's right to mind it. He can't deny it's a risk, letting him smack her, however gentle he thinks he's being. 

She's gotten angry before, but she's never gotten off his lap and interrupted the whole thing.

"I'm really sorry," he finally musters up the words, panting, watching her walk away to her desk, a little worried that this was the last straw– that she won't allow him inside her again-- maybe ever again, his mind races with the terrifying prospect. "I- I wasn't thinking."

"Well it's very dangerous for me if you aren't thinking," Madelyn says, and she even puts her glasses back on. Why is she putting her glasses back on? Homelander can barely suppress a little whine of disappointment at the idea that his erection is just going to stay out in the cold air.

"Madelyn, please, I won't do it again. Look, I'll sit on my hands… I'll…" He looks around, desperately trying to think of what he can promise to do to atone for doing that one thing she hates.

"No, that's not enough" she says. "You cannot just do things and say you weren't thinking afterwards."

"It's because…" he trails off when he sees her coming back with a large bundle of rope. Why was that in her desk?

"Because what?" she asks, looking down at him indulgently over her glasses.

He sighs and gathers himself, folds his hands sheepishly in his lap. "Because it just feels so good to be so intimate with you."

"Thank you, Homelander, that's very kind of you to say" she says, stroking his face, and he really appreciates her never using petnames with him. "But I need to take some precautions myself. We need an early warning system. Now give me your hand."

He stares at her small, manicured hand-- it's purple nailpolish today, and she'll change it again in two or three days. She’s waiting for him to offer his hand, and he has no idea what she expects or has in mind. He thought she might be planning to tie his hands behind his back, but she seems to be asking for only one. He extends it towards her, and nearly jerks it back when she starts pulling his glove off. But he stops himself, submitting his hand to her. He's desperate to obey her to a tee right now, before giving her any more reason to end this session early.

"I need bare skin," she says as pulls the glove clean off and drops it on the floor.

He watches her, confused, as she interlaces her fingers in his. The contact makes him uncomfortable. She knows he doesn't do well with skin contact to his palms, so why is she doing this? She loops the thin rope around his fingers, and before he's aware of what's happening she has his three middle fingers in a complicated looking knot.

"What're you doing?" he asks, smiling uncertainly, trying not to look scared. He doesn't rightly know what he should be scared of, but Madelyn doing new things, asking new things of him, scares him, scares him with the thought that he'll reveal his ignorance, or not measure up in some way. So he tries to straighten out his back to look taller and more confident.

"I had a boyfriend in college who used to do really complicated rope bondage with me… relax, it was before I met you. Before I joined Vought," she adds, almost laughing.

Homelander averts his gaze, wondering what in his face gave away his immediate tension about her mention of another man. She knows him uncomfortably well.

Madelyn continues talking as she bends his hand until his forearm is right up against his bicep, wrapping the rope around, such that his arm is stuck in this bent position, fingers pulled back, forcing his hand open. "He was really into it, really skilled with the knots. He took pictures of me and it was artwork, frankly. I don't know if I can do it justice, but I still remember some of the knots and patterns he taught me. This one's called the Server's Hand."

"W-why would you be doing that?" Homelander asks, and he immediately hates how naive and straitlaced he sounds. He never went to college. He never really dated anyone except Maeve, and while she taught him a lot, he hated feeling behind. At least Madelyn is older, an authority figure in his life. At least she doesn't seem to judge him for the question.

"For me, getting rope laid on me was pretty sensual. I have no idea if it is for you– especially since you can't really struggle against the bonds like an ordinary person does. It also works better on the skin itself, but I assumed you wouldn't want to take off the top of your suit."

Homelander shakes his head. If there's one thing that was going to make this entire encounter more nerve-wracking it would be if she asked him to strip his top off. He never did except in the privacy of his apartment. Maeve made fun of him for that too.

"It's also about aesthetics," Madelyn says. "But that's probably more for me than you."

Homelander watches her start working on his other hand and lets her, trying to pay attention to the sensation, tries to see if he understands what she means about the rope itself being some sort of turn-on.

"So why're you doing it to me?" he asks, his voice still sounding smaller than he'd like. He's sitting there, very obedient, his erection flagging, but resurrecting itself every time she grabs the bare skin of his hand to maneuver it into the place she wants.

"For you? I know these ropes are like cobwebs. It wouldn't take much for you to rip right through them. But if you do, I get up and leave. Before you decide to smack me again, despite me telling you to never do that, over and over."

There it is. It is a punishment of sorts after all. Homelander would rather be sitting on his hands. This pose, now having his arms immobilized on both sides is not very comfortable, his muscles jammed against each other. But he can't very well sag against the ropes, not when she just told him not to break them. There's more rope remaining and she starts wrapping it around his neck.

"Now usually," she narrates, "it would be bad practice to tie rope around your neck. It's considered pretty dangerous unless you use specific knots that bear loads in specific ways. I’m not experienced with that and I wouldn't do it with anyone else, frankly. But I don't think we have to worry about that, right?"

Homelander shakes his head, swallowing, feeling his adam's apple move against the rope she's wrapping around his neck in several loops before creating something like a leash that she uses to pull his head forward. He doesn't have to move of course, but he doesn't want to risk the rope breaking.

Homelander tries to picture exactly what he looks like, his arms pinned up, elbows out, palms facing her, a collar and leash around his neck. But Madelyn answers his question for him.

"There we go. So pretty. Wrapped up like some kind of gift, with a bow."

Homelander swallows down a whimper. It barely counts as praise of him, when she's admiring her own handiwork, but when she says she enjoys looking at him like this, it makes him stop questioning anything about what they're doing.

She takes off her glasses and gets back on the couch, her knees on either side of his naked thighs, but she doesn't sit back quite yet, peering at him before warning him, "Now if you tear any of that rope…"

"I won't!" he retorts, and regrets interrupting her, wondering if she was going to threaten him with something sexy. But he's scared of disappointing her and he wants her to sit down again, wants to be enveloped in his warm, soft humidity so desperately. He doesn't care if some of that moisture isn't her own excitement but just the bottle of silky lube she preps herself with. She keeps it in her locked desk drawer but he can easily peer through it, can sometimes see her through the door of her office getting ready for him, discreetly, under the desk. He'd never dream of calling her out on that. Don't ask, don't tell. She wants him, she finds him attractive, and they have a bond like no one else in this whole entire company, and that's all that matters. "... I won't," he repeats, quietly. 

She lowers herself down on him slowly, and he's just as hard as when she came off of him earlier. Everything feels great, is going great, and he's even got his eyes closed, until he feels her fingers touch his exposed palms.

"Nggghh, Madelyn!" He manages to mumble out her entire name after his grunt. He sounds pained but it has more to do with his sensitivity, finding it hard to sit still and not squirm his hands away.

She relents but only for a moment, and Homelander feels her grab his hands again, rubbing her thumbs into the middle of his palms, and the sensation is both uncomfortable and supremely arousing.

"M-Madelyn…" The word exits his mouth almost like a cough. He still sounds pained, and now wonders if he is, wonders where over-sensitivity ends and real discomfort begins. It's so hard to keep his hands still when they're being touched so aggressively.

"You see how it can feel when someone else is touching you without permission?" she asks, and he nods eagerly, even though he barely sees the parallel. When he slaps Madelyn it's a loss of control on his part. He's never ever seen her lose control, at least not with him around. He's seen her lose control alone, at home, using her vibrator, and he wonders if he should try being bolder, asking her if he can go down on her and try to tonguepunch her rapidly enough that she has to admit he's better than a battery powered toy. But she's always in control of herself and even of him when they're together.

At least she's stopped touching his hands, now merely petting his arms, straining in the knots not to free himself but to keep as still as possible and not break a single dainty, fragile rope.

"Do you feel good?" she asks and he nods automatically, even though there's frisson up and down his spine as his body starts anticipating that she'll touch him somewhere near his underarms, and he shudders at the thought, dreading it even it happens through the protection of the suit. But he does feel good. Anytime she's sitting on top of him is a good feeling and everything else is details.

"You look beautiful like this," she says pulling him in with the leash, his nose almost bumping into her chest, inhaling her scent which always seems to concentrate near her breastbone. She strokes his face, and runs her fingers through his hair a few times before resuming her rhythm. Homelander is instantly feeling electrified. His arms are begging to move, to hold her small body and feel ownership of it in his lap. But he stays as he is, closing his eyes, losing himself to the stimulation on his throat, on his fingers, and yes on his cock but that’s almost an afterthought right now.

His orgasm is slower in coming than he’s used to, his body confused by new sensations, and his mind preoccupied with keeping still, but once it comes he's embarrassed by the sounds escaping him. He thrusts upward, desperately, once, twice, thrice, before collapsing down in the couch, feeling more spent than usual.

Belatedly he realizes that some of the ropes holding his arms pinched have ripped and he nearly starts crying because it seems like he just keeps finding new ways of disappointing her.

But she looks down at him with a kind, indulgent smile. "I know it was hard. You did so well," she says, almost beatifically, and for once he thinks she might be sincere.

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The "server's hand"? It looks like this:

[starshipsofstarlord]

Dark Sky

goddess!y/n comes to earth and meets the human that goes by the god given name of harry styles

MDNI >> goddess!au, kind of power play I guess, smut, mature content, oral sex (male receiving)

The land that moulded beneath her bare feet felt foreign; it had been an age since she had ventured into the mortal realm. And the only reason for her unlikely return was the reprimand of prayers that flowed from the lyrical lips of human, a single one that was in distress for her presence. Y/N did not care for the qualms of the temporary life force of the human that begged for her to reach out to him, she was simply intrigued by his delicate offering.

He was willing to give her his voice, the one that had gotten him so very far in life. A talent wasn’t something to be disregarded in such a way, but it mused promise and amusement to the goddess who was willing to answer his beck and calls. He was seated beneath the stars, the twinkle of his eye being reflected in the abyss of the midnight sky that Nyx shouldered as a cape in her bleak travels across the far and wide of the beyond.

It was an innocent reflection that danced around his pupils like the shooting star of a journeying messenger, he was grasping at the straws growing out of the ground, desperately wanting his religion to pose itself in the wake of his shadow. But there was nothing but the dark sky above him lulling at how he was seated on he little private hill, or so he thought. Harry was quite elegant for someone of this time, the immortal thought as she studied him and his narcissistic expectations.

He didn’t notice her, he couldn’t notice her as she shielded herself from his sight for now - she had to make sure he was worthy of her good deeds. As she neared him whilst covered in an invisible visage, her breath drafted coolly over his face, causing a prickling of his soothed flesh to ascend to the surface layer of his delicate flesh. Harry felt as though someone was directly in front of him but nought he could see with his distinguished sight, and thus he leant back so that the fanning breeze could wash over him like a tide of grace.

However when the distinct ghosting of a sightless hand raggedly groped his crotch, his pulse rose in more than a singular destination. A melody of unanticipated pleasure timidly drafted out from the man’s pillowing lips as he struggled to collect himself despite the coincidences of this untimely grappling upon his established feature of manhood. As much as common sense told him to pull away from the mysterious yet somehow familiar handling of his body, he couldn’t succumb to the surrender; he was far too narcissistic to deny himself of nature wanting to defile his filthiest fantasies.

And thus he relaxed into the groping sensation that eventually began to drag the fabric that dressed his legs down his strong hips and farther down. There was dew tickling the back of his thighs as he respectfully leant his jaw back and closed his emerald orbs from capturing the indescribable woman that appeared in the open wedge of his spread legs. He all but was ignorant to his ability to see her until he jolted up in surprise as incredibly magical lips wrapped around the head of his erected cock, his lids peeling open to witness the criminal of the ongoing mind game. “I heard you calling for me, and thus I came to earth to grant your darkest desire. No need for concern, I am not going to take your voice, I want to hear every weak noise you humans make in the pleasure of your greed.”

By god, he was done for, his combative wishes were being fulfilled as she once again enveloped his cock within her mouth, effortlessly sliding the majority of his length down her throat, and not once did she gag. Her bejewelled eyes of Y/E/C stared straight through his tentative soul as she sucked it out of his vessel, enforcing his back to arch in a motive of having every inch of his length stuffed in her otherworldly mouth. It was the greatest amount of pleasure that he, as a mere mortal, had ever felt. Images of Olympus flashed into the peripheral of his rolling eyes, it was a beautiful view, but nowhere near close to how the flips in his stomach were making him.

Harry tried to hold back the breaking of the dam that was his starlight endorsing and glorified finish, however it flowed on its own accord and pooled in the mouth of the goddess Y/N, whom savoured every drop that cascaded down her throat. “Oh my Lord!” His hands massaged his own curls atop of his head as he relieved himself of the endurance that he had spent during his high. A smirk riddled Y/N’s ageless face as she reformed herself in a more polite manner, watching her consenting victim squirm beneath her judgemental gaze. “That is indeed one way for you to put it.” She agreed, and she allowed him to drown in her beauty for moments longer until she vanished from the spotlight of the moon, returning home with another tale involving mankind.

[cosmicanakin]

౨ৎ JEALOUSY! JEALOUSY!

੭୧ . . . nerd!anakin x female!reader.

ᯓ you get possessive and jealous when anakin goes on call with his classmate lydia for a college project.

warning(s) jealousy┆smut┆possessiveness. 𓇼 nerd!anakin has my fucking heart<3 eighteen plus! adult content | minors do NOT interact.

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you slip into the kitchen where anakin is bustling about working on some new prototype. sliding your arms around his waist from behind, you press a kiss to the center of his back between his shoulder blades. "how's it going in here, handsome?"

he turns with a brilliant grin, still tinkering as he talks. "just fine tuning some upgrades. got paired with lydia for the engineering project and she has some innovative ideas i want to test out. speaking of, i should give her a call and we can brainstorm some more."

your smile falters slightly at the mention of lydia. you know she's a notorious nerd, just like anakin, but something about them working so closely together rubs you the wrong way. "right, your partner. do you have to call her right now?" you pout, pulling him in for an embrace.

anakin chuckles, nuzzling your nose. "yes sweetheart, we're trying to stay on track to finish early like the good students we are. don't worry, you know you're the only girl for me." he pecks your lips softly before slipping from your arms to grab his phone.

reluctantly, you follow anakin to the couch and flop down beside him with a huff. his call connects and lydia's face popped up on the screen, pale skin and dark hair framed by thick glasses like usual. "hey anakin!" she greets excitedly, straightening her cardigan.

"hey lydia, my girlfriend's here too." he smiles, sliding an arm around your shoulders. you force a tight lipped grin and wave. lydia smiles politely in return but her eyes linger on anakin a moment too long for your liking.

"so, tell me more about these water filtration designs you were working on," anakin prompts, always eager to delve into his passion. lydia launches into an enthusiastic ramble about her concepts that has anakin hanging onto every word with rapt attention.

you try to contain your rising irritation as they converse in advanced terminology far over your head. anakin's eyes sparkle with interest and admiration for lydia's brilliant mind and you feel increasingly out of place. her cheeks flush under his praise and gaze.

that's the final straw. subtlety clearly isn't working so you decide on a new approach. shifting into anakin's lap, you drape yourself over him and start peppering his jaw and neck with heated kisses. he inhales sharply in surprise.

"baby, wh—what are you doing?" he stammers breathily as you continue your affectionate assault. you raise your eyes to the screen and smirk at lydia, who watches with parted lips and pink cheeks of her own.

"sorry to interrupt," you say feigning your innocence, grinding down into anakin's lap. he suppresses a soft groan, hands coming to grasp your hips unconsciously. lydia averts her eyes, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"i can see you two are, uh, busy. maybe i should let you go." she mumbles, shuffling notes in front of her screen. anakin nods frantically, eyes fuzzy with desire. "y—yeah, probably for the best. we'll, um, talk tomorrow lydia. bye!"

you end the call with a tap of your finger before he can prolong it further. capturing anakin's lips hungrily, you roll your hips firmly into his growing erection. he melts into the kiss with a whiny moan.

"fuck sweetheart, what's gotten into you? not that iʼm complaining," he pants as you drag open mouthed kisses along his jaw. you nip at his earlobe teasingly. "just reminding you who you belong to, honey. now, shall we take this discussion to the bedroom?"

without awaiting his response, you tug anakin to his feet and backward down the hall. he obeys willingly, worshipping your neck and shoulders all the way. you push him down onto the mattress, quickly removing your clothes in a flurry.

anakin lays watching with blown pupils and parted lips, caressing the prominent bulge in his pants. "god, you're so beautiful."

you crawl over him like a lioness, pinning his body down and rocking your sensitive core against his clothed bulge.

"say it," you command breathily. "say you're mine." anakin moans at the delicious contact, already putty in your possessive hands. "i'm yours, and only yours." satisfaction blooms in your chest at his submission.

you make good and sure to brand that fact into his memory that night, until he's left whimpering your name in a blissful puddle. no one, not even lydia, would ever come between you again if you had anything to say about it. this boy belonged to you heart, body and mind.

[fortheloveofthefic]

Playing With Fire

r**Warning** Shameless smut. Pure, unadulterated smut. Outdoor sex. Rough sex. Praise Kink. Hand Kink if you squint. Bondage. Oral sex. Reader being a little brat. That's all..I think.

Thanks for this wonderful idea my dear @snapesrn I do hope you enjoy it.

A dark fire was burning inside John. It had been since this morning when you'd woken him up with your lips around his cock and your nails trailing over his thighs just the way that you know drives him insane. He thought it'd be a damn good day waking up that way until he'd watched you pull your delicious mouth off his cock with a wet pop and get up, getting dressed for your shift at the hospital and walk out of the house with a giggle and wave. He had been burning for you ever since, his mind consumed with the thought of grabbing you and reminding you just who it was that was in charge. He thought he'd managed to get himself under control when he was helping the men build a new round pen so more horses could be worked at once, but he'd made a grave mistake. He'd picked his phone up and checked the text message from you while in mid swing with the hammer. He had slammed his thumb so hard with the hammer when he saw the picture you sent him, your beautiful breasts on full display and a sweet, innocent, pouty look on your face. He normally loved when you sent him little surprises like that, but today, he was wound far too tightly to enjoy it. All it did was cause the fire to rise even higher inside of him.

Now, hours later he sits on the front porch, looking at his watch, his patience growing thinner by the second. You should have been home over an hour ago. Picking up his phone, he dials your number and sigh partially in relief when you answer. He hears your sweet voice and his eyes darken at the innocence in your voice. "Hi handsome! Is everything okay?" You ask innocently, your voice sweet as sugar. "No, everything is not okay, honey. I need you to get your ass home right now. You, little girl, have been playing with fire all damn day, and it's time to pay the piper, darlin'." He growls, his voice deep, gravelly, holding a clear warning. He hears you giggle and it pisses him off even more, but the sound goes straight to his cock. "I'm already home, silly man. Beth used my car to go to the bar. Hers is in the shop. So why don't you saddle Blaze and come find me." Then he heard a click and the line went dead. He growls and slams his phone on the table by the chair and marches to the barn, his eyes locked on the spot far in the distance where he knows you are. It was a special place for you two, the place where you always went when you both needed time away with each other. He saddles blaze and climbs into the saddle, cursing softly as his erection makes it an uncomfortable ride. He rides out to the tree line and follows the path until he sees your horse. He climbs down and ties Blaze to a tree, setting his hat on the saddle horn and taking his coat off, draping it over the saddle. He walks further into the trees, smirking as he sees a trail of your clothing left behind like a trail of bread crumbs. He slowly adds his to in until he's in only his jeans, his belt in his hand as he finally reaches you. He chuckles as he sees you sitting on the bench he'd built for your anniversary, bare as can be, your hand buried between your legs and your eyes locked with his, a soft, mock innocent look on your face. "Well hello, handsome. What took you so long."

Those simple words were the last straw. With a speed and agility of a man far younger than he was, he grips your wrist, pulling you up off the bench and up into his arms, pulling your fingers to his mouth and sucking the sweet, delicious essence of you from your own fingers, his blue eyes so dark they were almost black, filled with desire and a dominance that you'd challenged every step of the way today. Smirking, he reaches down and grips your other wrist, pulling it to him then turning you around, your back to him as he grips both hands and wraps his belt around your wrists tightly, pulling it until he was satisfied you wouldn't pull lose. "Little girl, one day you'll learn that I'm not a man to fuck around with." He growls, kicking your legs apart softly, one hand holding your bound wrists as the other unzips his pants and pulls himself free, stepping close enough to slide himself against your damp folds. He feels you push back against him and growls, slapping her ass hard enough to sting, his cock twitching as he sees the red hand print bloom on your ass. "Be still, baby girl or you won't get what you want. Now, what do you say?" He presses leans in and nips the juncture of your neck and shoulder, soothing the skin with his tongue as he waits to hear your response. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You knew exactly what he wanted and at this point you'd give him anything. John groans in pleasure and nips your ear. "That's a good girl." He nips your ear lobe and presses his large hand against your back just under your neck and presses, bending you over the back of arm of the bench. Without warning he slams into you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave his mark come morning. He didn't care that the sun was shining down on you both or that any unsuspecting ranch hand could stumble upon you both. The only thing that mattered was the feel of your silken heat around him and the sweet moans falling from your lips as he drives into you again and again.

"You want to fucking tease me all day? Two can play that game." He stops his movements, stilling inside of you and laughing darkly as you whine and beg him to move, your hips rocking against his. He lands another hard smack to your ass as a reminder to stay still. He smiles as you instantly go still, obediently waiting for his next movement. "God Damn you're perfect. Such a good girl when you want to be." He leans down and places a tender kiss to the back of your neck before tangling his hand in your hair and pulling tightly as he begins to pound into you again and again, watching as your fingers teine together, gripping tightly your knuckles turning white as your bound hands ache to grasp something, anything. He can feel you so close to the edge, the day full of teasing had worked you up just as much as it hand him. His hand that wasn't tangled in your hair reached out, moving over the front of your body, up over your stomach, between your breast to gently wrap around your throat, giving a little squeeze as he angles his hips just right, hitting that sacred spot inside of you. "That's it, baby girl. Come for me, darlin'." He growls, giving another squeeze to your throat, growling your name as he feels you squeeze around him, his own release overpowering him. He fills you to the brim, rocking shallowly a few more times before he slowly pulls out, a smile of pure male pride on his face as he watches your body shiver in pleasure. He reaches out and unties your hands, gently massaging your wrists before turning you in his arms and cupping your flushed face, your eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Such a good girl. Damn, you test my patience, but I fucking love you."

[chans-starlight]

Sweat, Tears And Roses

Words: 1,6K Member: Bang Chan Include:Smut, hard dom Chan, dirty talk, degradee, aftercare

Chan groaned, the empty text book on the table give him much bigger problems than anything else. His fingers frustratedly ran through his hair. 

Stray kids comeback was so close and since it wasn't frustrating enough, Chan managed to lose one of the important tracks from that album,  he really needed to write this last song. But his head and thoughts were empty, it's like someone just erased every word he knew.

On the second hand, you were waiting home for Chan. It was late but you were used to that, Chan never came home before twelve. It was one of those days when you feel really needy, but you didn't want to bother Chan while he's working so you patiently waited for him.

Christopher sighted, he knew that he wouldn't be able to write his lyrics today, He packed his things and decided that the best thing is going home.

He felt so close to crying. He really needed to relieve his stress. The whole way home Chan was thinking a lot. But at the end all his thoughts end up with you. He smiled to himself, wanting to be home in your arms as soon as possible. He felt like he might take you out for dinner.

But that thought left his mind when he came home and saw you, You were waiting for him in the living room. Red lace lingerie beautifly showed your body, Chan gulped. Feeling the hot and warm feeling, his erection starting to wake up.

You come close to him. Your hand touched Chan's cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your beautiful soft lips connected with his and he hoped that this moment could last forever.

“I know you have too much work lately and We could relieve your stress, you know. How does that sound, baby?” Your lips touched his neck skin leaving wet kisses in process. Chan smirked knowing what's in your mind. 

He nodded and your next word drove him crazy; “Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christopher?” His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.

“No,y/n  it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, i really should do other things. and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for” he caressed your cheek.

You leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes “Please, I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me till I can't walk the next days, I want you to use me till I can't see through my tears. Please Daddy” you pouted. 

Chan knew it, and who was he to tell you no.nHe groaned “it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?” He throws you on the sofa behind you, trapping you under his body.

And like fire ignited, Chan threw himself on you like a wild animal. He didn't care if he ripped your clothes or not. Everything he wanted to see was you naked, hear you moan and scream his name. He fastly took his clothes down in a second as he laid above you, his erection finding its place between your legs.

Do you want it to be inside you?” He caressed his dick several times. ”Yes” Chan moaned under your touch “Ask me politely!” you nodded “Can you put it into my pussy, pretty please daddy?” That was the last straw, Chan was impatient and before you could register what's happening he's erection was already roughly pushed into you.  

You liked this side of Chan but your hands find a way around his bare back, slowly going up into his hair.

Chan changed his position and lay on his side behind you, facing the same direction as you do. He carefully entered you from behind, but his thrusts weren't slow. You brought your top leg over him, keeping one leg down and second on his hips.  Making it easier for him to thrust into you, Chan hand tightly wraps around your waist. Thrusting mercilessly into you, making your mouth leave loud vocal moans.

He wet-kisses your neck, “Do you like it, kitten? How does it feel being all full with my cock, you enjoy it, right babygirl?”, you wanted to answer him so badly,tell him how much you love being his toy, but your attempt end with you being only a moaning mess.

Chan laid  under you on his back, bringing you on top of himself. Bending his knees slightly, feet planted on the ground for more stability. You decided to straddle him then, being on your knees. Learning forward on your hands, positioning yourself to be slightly raised above him. You moaned,feeling Chan dick inside you brought you so much pleasure, your eyes rolled back when Chan started to bang into you from underneath. “I'm gonna make you come so hard that you can't remember your name.” Chan groaned while he thrusted into you more fastly,intimately.

His words were forgotten,because you drowned in the way his dick touched the deepest part of your pussy. The pleasure Chan give you was too much. eyes rolled back, hot saliva coming from the corner of your mouth.

 Tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek, your world spinning. “Why are you crying?” Chan asked, you could see he was worried a little, you wanted to answer him but everything you could do was moan.

Chan spanked your ass “Look at me while im fucking you so good and answer my question, be a good girl for me” His words only make you moan more while he bang into you harder then before. 

His hand find place on your neck, sgueezing it little while he fuck you from behind. Your back against his chest, his thrust so deep that your eyes rolled back. ”Please don’t stop”, you moaned out. “Say my name slut” Chan pulled on your hair. “Daddy, please don’t stop. It feels so good” 

“You want to be used, hmm? like my little toy, like the little bitch you are, my own personal slut”, Chan growls and throws you down on the sofa roughly, yet carefully enough to not hurt you.

Chan pushed you down,laying on top of you. 

Your legs on each side of him, wrapping around his back. His dick thrust fastly into you, pushing on the opposite side of your g-spot. His hand wrapped around your neck "I can't wait to make you scream my name, kitten" he's voice is rough, deeper than usual. 

Chan's hand moved, finding your pussy; tracing a circle with his fingers over your clitoris. “I want you to look in my eyes when you finish.” His stern look,the slightly opened mouth which leaves some groans and moans, push you even closer to the edge. You were feeling it, the familiar knot in your stomach.

Your body hardens, his thrust pushes you over as your body starts to shake unconditionally, Relaxing all your muscles, making the world spin as your orgasm comes. Chan thrusted into you several times, with last groans he came into you,painting your walls white.

You two layed down breathlessly. After a moment Chan spoke, “You were daddys good girl, i think you deserve reward” he kissed your cheek as he carried you in his arms.cYou two step into the bathroom, he softly put you down in the warm water. You left out a deep breath.

You expected tonight to be already over but you couldn't be more wrong. Chan comes to you from behind, his hands rest on your stomach but after a moment his hand goes down to your already bare core, his lips kisses your neck. You leaned into his chest as your head fall on side to give him more space. ”Channie..” You whispered but your man didn't listen.

“I still didn’t thank you enough for letting me take out all the stress on you, especially in such an enjoyable way” Chan smirked,his breath hitting your neck. “You know,I've been thinking about seeing you naked all day” you bit your lower lips, but you didn't expect Chan's next move.

He suddenly snapped, taking your waist bringing you up and positing you back down on his cock, both moaning out of the pleasure and closeness. “You really should not test me, kitten. I don’t think you're in the position to not obey me” his hands take you from each side of your waist and he roughly pushes you up and down on his erection. You moaned, the sound of water and skin slapping, you ride his dick; enjoying the feeling of being full.

You watched as the rose petals swam around you,taking some into your hand. For a moment forgetting that the love of your life has his dick inside you. His hand wrapped around your waist,kissing your back. His thrusts bring you back into reality. 

Chan stopped pushing into you, his dick stayed in your pussy.You wanted to push away but Chan tightly held your waist, preventing you from moving. His dick inside you, the warm of the water makes you suddenly so sleepy, making you realize how tired you actually are.

“Chan..” you whisper,he hums in response as he takes care of you, washing your body and hair with lemon shampoo. His soft touches made you feel so relaxed and loved. You wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You leaned against his chest, eyes closing. The last words you hear before you drift into the dreamland, were Chans soft “I love you”.

[neonponders]

I’m so sorry that I don’t remember who originally posted about Steve accidentally calling Billy, Daddy, and Billy - naturally - going feral for it.

But daydreaming about this helped me sleep so ~ enjoy! (If anyone knows the post I’m talking about, I’ll happily add a link to it in a reblog and the ao3 notes.)

Read on ao3 here.

Featuring reunion/aged up trope ~ (I didn’t really keep canon in mind for this, but if you want it to be post season 3, that’s fine.)

It’s a strange twilight zone, meeting someone again. Being complete strangers with a history.

Not the best history, either, so Steve just had to laugh to himself while he sat on Billy Hargrove’s couch. The guy looked up from the kitchen counter across the open floor plan. “What?”

And Steve might be internally combusting a bit-

A lot.

Because Billy’s hot. Like...Steve can actually appreciate it now. It’s not the first time he feels like a fool for being too slow. Billy was a looker in high school; easily one of the guys who completed puberty first and knew it. Made him an asshole for it. And people liked assholes.

Steve guessed he just didn’t do it right. Being the mean guy. But that was far behind them, now, and Billy’s late twenties were doing him favors.

Steve supposed if young, spry, Adonis Billy came with being a complete dick, then he could appreciatively leave him behind. Because Billy wasn’t a complete dick anymore. And the man strolling back across the room with a pair of whiskey sours was definitely, 100%, burning a hole through Steve’s jeans better than the show-off from high school ever did.

Steve reckoned Adonis never got laid nearly as much as Zeus or Poseidon anyway, which he only knew from Robin’s ramblings about her Greek theatre class. Steve earned a distinct wrinkling of her nose when he said, “Lettuce? Adonis is symbolized with lettuce? Yeah, no. Aphrodite, that cougar, fell for a twink while Daddy Poseidon was getting whoever he wanted with his beard and all.”

Robin had barked a laugh but chided, “Please don’t ever call Poseidon, “Daddy,” ever again. Oh my god.”

Joke’s on her, because now she referred to the gods and heroes by whatever name Steve gave them.

And the joke was on Steve. Because he was definitely the twink in this new situation he found himself in.

Billy had always been stacked. But the guy walking through the university gallery to make Steve’s heart stop beating in his chest was something else. He wasn’t even bigger, really. Something just...happened as soon as a person could see 30 closer than 20. Steve had first noticed it with Robin, because they spent the most time together. Obviously that crush had been snuffed out with her gentle coming-out to him years ago, but Steve still had eyes in his head. Robin aged really well. Steve had begun to wonder if he was aging nearly as gracefully.

Billy, that bastard, strolled right up to him with a freaking mustache of all things, invited them to lunch the next day - where he had switched to clean shaven - and now sat on his couch in his newly built apartment complex with a sweating, rattled Steve. He had neatly pulled him aside before the three of them parted the restaurant to invite Steve over for drinks that evening.

Steve was unprepared for the sculpted scruff on the man’s face now. He’d never seen a guy switch facial hair styles like he was changing shirts. Frankly, he didn’t know anybody who could just grow it that easily.

Steve gulped loudly around his whiskey sour.

It was Billy’s turn to laugh under his breath. “You okay? You never answered me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little out of breath. “I’m just...reeling, here. I think the last conversation we had involved a fist fight.”

Billy laughed again and Steve’s eyes trailed over the shirt fitting perfectly around his built shoulders. Maybe Billy is bigger. In like a...domestic sort of way. Like he still had all his muscle but didn’t throw a fit over a bowl of pasta. Steve is still taller. Steve still had that, at least, but he sure felt like his second puberty hadn’t graced him yet.

Billy was talking. Pay attention, Steve.

Something about Robin. Steve replied, and hoped he was answering close to whatever Billy had said, “Robin teaches there and some of her students were in the exhibition. It’s an art nerd thing. Everybody’s involved, even if it’s not your subject.”

Steve couldn’t tell if the pause was Billy processing or if Steve had been completely off the mark. Deflect. Reroute! his brain told him, so he asked, “Did we ever ask how you knew about the gallery?”

“Max goes to school there.”

“Oh,” Steve chirped bluntly. “Small world.”

Billy hummed a sound low in his chest. Something vibrated inside Steve and he closed his eyes in a hard blink, grasping at flimsy straws for composure. Billy finished, “I was in the area. Definitely a pleasant surprise to see your familiar face.”

“My Lego head?” Steve gestured vaguely at himself. “I guess this block always did stand out.”

Billy huffed a surprised sound, like he hadn’t expected that, but he let it tumble into easy laughter. “You look good. I never saw you with short hair.”

His fingers pushed the arching swoop of Steve’s fringe behind his ear. The briefest touch across his temple finishing on his neck...

I’m going to have a heart attack.

“Thanks. That goes for the both of us.”

Just like he almost missed never snatching a chance with high school Billy, Steve only kinda missed never getting his hands on that mullet. Only to know how soft that hair actually was. Not like Billy needed it, of course. Truly absurd, how he rocked any hair situation on his head that wasn’t shaped like a Lego person’s.

Steve finished his whiskey in the next gulp.

He could feel Billy’s laser blue eyes notice this, and then he stood from the couch. “I’m getting us some waters.”

“Okay,” Steve chimed dumbly. Feeling dumb.

Jesus Christ, it’s Scoops all over again. You suck. You suck-

“Poseidon liked a twink too, you nimrod,” Robin had teased back. “His name was Anteros.”

“And he dies too, right?”

“Nope. He’s basically Poseidon’s husband and chauffeur.”

“Aw. Good for Daddy P.”

Billy returned. “Are you one of these people who likes seltzers?”

Steve blindly took the can while his thoughts slammed mutinously into, Daddy B. B is kinda cute. Shorter-

“Thanks-

Billy.

-daddy.”

Steve opened the can before it sank in what he’d just said. Carbonation gently kissed his skin as he held the can to his lips but didn’t drink. Some may or may not have landed in his lap before he lowered it to see Billy’s unreadable face.

“Oh my god.” Steve rushed to place the can on the coffee table and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Did you...?”

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, removing a hand as if to physically defend against the words in the air.

“Steve-”

His words came muffled from where he hid inside his hands. “Oh my god. I’m gonna throw up.”

He stood up - to go where, he didn’t really know. Probably best to just leave at this point. Way to choke. Way to absolutely choke, Harrington. You don’t even know if Billy’s bi and you just deep-dived into WEIRD-

“I’m really sorry,” he rushed as he stepped around the coffee table.

“Steve.” Billy gripped his arm and pulled right back onto the couch as if it were easy. Steve more than landed in his spot, he landed flush against Billy. His thigh felt Billy’s warmth, and his lips stayed parted to keep breathing when he realized how close their faces were. 

Billy this close was something else, and Steve didn’t have the brain power to navigate it.

“Say it again.”

So it took him a long minute to absorb that. Was he seeing stars? So much for breathing.

“Huh?”

Steve’s lashes sagged heavily over his eyes when Billy leaned tantalizingly close. Either of them could stick their tongues out and taste the other’s lips.

Don’t, he commanded his mutinous subconscious.

“Say it again, Steve.”

He wondered which was louder: his thunderous heart or the racket in his brain trying to turn rusty gears. He whispered against Billy’s skin, “I didn’t mean to say it.”

A hand, gentle but there, found Steve’s nape. “I’m telling you to say it on purpose.”

Was he making fun of him? Steve couldn’t tell. He hadn’t spent more than a handful of hours with him. But his voice made that thing in Steve’s body vibrate and his brain had officially declared itself a lost cause.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Steve closed the gap - tiny as it was - and involuntarily moaned at the softness of Billy’s lips. The hand on his nape tightened and another came to hold the front of his throat; not pressing against his windpipe, but Billy’s fingertips held Steve’s jaw in place and his palm surely felt the drumming of Steve’s heart.

Steve’s tongue couldn’t help itself. He touched the plush skin of Billy’s upper lip, ever so lightly-

Billy groaned, wanton and hungry as he pushed entirely into Steve’s personal space. The latter gasped at the sound, and then he really did see stars as Billy’s tongue fucked against his own. He tasted sour and sweet and the citrus mixed with Billy’s natural taste in such a way that Steve tilted his head for more, pushed right back into Billy’s space.

Steve’s body rotated enough that his knee bumped into Billy’s. Then Billy was gripping that joint hard enough to bruise so that he could pull Steve all the way around to straddle him. Steve clumsily climbed onto his lap, grateful for the influx of air as Billy planted wet kisses and pressed his tongue into Steve’s pulse. He didn’t really know what the boundaries were anymore. This was explosive and sudden and Steve sat, unsure, higher up on Billy’s thighs-

“Ahh!” he burst when Billy gripped his hips and yanked his pelvis flush against him. Steve’s moan clipped short into a small ache of pain. The way his jeans tightened with the stretch of his thighs crimped into his already throbbing erection.

Billy opened his jeans. Steve’s voice escaped with his gasp when the colder backs of his fingers touched his belly as he dipped into Steve’s underwear. He stood up on his knees to give Billy the room to free his erection, and Steve couldn’t help the moan that exhaled out of him when he sat back down, feeling Billy’s soft shirt against his red cockhead.

Steve shivered as Billy’s hands slid up and around his body, mapping out Steve’s topography and shoving his shirt as high as Steve’s collarbones. Steve felt like a lewd wet dream: an exposed, panting mess on Billy’s lap. His heart ricocheted around his ribs with the sharp tickle of stubble, and he whimpered as it scraped over his nipple and chest.

“Your shirt,” he heaved, knowing he was dripping precum. “Billy-”

“Call me what you did before.” He reached into the back of Steve’s jeans and gripped a handful of his ass that had Steve lurching forward and bucking into the softness of that shirt and tummy, the warmth of Billy’s body. Steve whined when Billy held him down, unable to move.

“Say it. Whatever you want. Just say it for me.”

Steve bought a little time by kissing him, hard. Hard enough to make Billy lie back into the couch, his head tilted up to moan into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s lips nuzzled the side of his lips and began an exploratory trail across Billy’s cheek and jaw, down to his throat.

“I just...wanna feel all of this on me. I wanna feel your beard so much I’ll still feel it tomorrow... Daddy.”

Steve’s voice pitched to the ceiling when a hand gripped his hair. Billy’s other hand released his ass cheek to push encouragingly on Steve’s lumbar the same time he drew Steve’s earlobe into his mouth. Steve gripped the couch upholstery behind Billy’s shoulders as he bucked against him, rutting like a teenager. Billy’s own jaw fell for his moan to escape when Steve’s ass and backs of his thighs moved over his own cock trapped in his pants.

Steve tried to slow down a little, to rub against him without making the fabric chaff. “Daddy, what do want?”

If he didn’t feel Billy’s heartbeat before, he sure as hell did now. Steve felt it against his hands as he sought to know the contours of Billy’s shoulders and chest. He watched Billy’s swallow through the gorgeous neck that lay open to him as Billy gazed up at him. One of his hands traced the gently twitching artery on the side. Steve began to pepper slow, audible kisses against his face. When he landed on Billy’s lips, Billy kissed back, and when he wandered all the way up to Billy’s temple, Billy let him. Only his hands moved sluggishly between Steve’s thighs and his waist, seeking skin underneath his shirt.

Steve came back down to whisper against Billy’s lips, “Daddy?”

It was a blur of movement punctuated by Steve’s surprised yelp of glee as Billy threw him onto his back on the couch. Billy kissed the laughter out of his flushed, red throat, growling in satisfaction at how those bubbles of mirth sank into breathy moans.

“I’ve wanted you for years, pretty boy.”

Steve’s brain didn’t absorb that so much as his body did. Pinballs of emotion and sensation darted to and from his groin. He lifted his leg to rest across the back of the couch and to give Billy access to whatever he wanted.

Strong hands moved carefully - fondly - over Steve’s thighs. A stuttering breath left him when Billy clutched the backs of his legs. A sweet ache to have the muscle squeezed there.

“Don’t hold back on me now, baby,” Billy taunted, pressing his hands into the couch on either side of Steve and aligning his bulge with Steve’s hole and undercarriage still inside his jeans. “Let me hear you.”

Steve’s other leg wrapped around him and he lifted his pelvis to grind against Billy’s front. Billy’s bravado melted into an anguished, blissed-out frown as he shut his eyes against the sensation. When he opened them, Steve held his cock in hand, pumping himself in time with his pelvis rolling up to meet Billy.

It was sloppy and desperate and Steve didn’t think he ever did this even as a teenager. It had all been a small town rush to get hands or mouths on skin and get rid of the stigmatizing V-card. Except when Steve was in love, and allowed to take his time...

Steve didn’t know if he was in love now. But as another wave of ticklish warmth darted through him, Steve laughed a little.

“What?” Billy asked, not unlike the first time.

“I just...I just like this, that’s all,” Steve admitted. “You feel good. You smell good. Ahh! I’m close.”

“Let me see you, baby. Let me taste the mess you make.”

That didn’t so much as nudge Steve off the cliff as it drop kicked him into his orgasm.

“Hahh! Daddy, I’m there! I’m there...”

The mind-halting knot of sensation burst inside him with a force that let Steve not even care that he craned his face toward the arm of the couch, moaning and splashing his hair over the upholstery like a romance novel cover.

He realized somewhere in the middle that Billy had grasped his cock and was the reason his climax kept going. Milking little dribbles of cum out of him. Steve hadn’t cum like this in years, and he lay riveted to Billy hastening his rhythm to chase his own cliff edge.

The furrowed brows of concentration on Billy’s face were wiped off by Steve gripping his shirt and yanking him down for Steve to taste him, to plunder his mouth and feel that soft material against his own bare, messy torso. 

Billy shuddered and pushed, pushed against Steve like he meant to bury his cockhead inside as he came. The visual sent an aching thrill into Steve’s core, knowing how Billy looked when he came and knowing that he’d cum inside. It made Steve eager to feel the pressure of his thrusts and the aftershocks when he pulled out to repeat it all again.

Steve had just cum like a seventeen year old and wanted to go all the way, with Billy’s hands all over his backside and his scruff against Steve’s ass cheeks-

Billy’s hand brushed over his hair and eased around to cradle his head. “What are you thinking behind those big eyes?”

Steve blinked drunkenly up at him even though it certainly wasn’t whiskey giving him this high. “My eyes?”

“Mmhm,” Billy hummed through lips pressing into a content smile. He hovered over his elbows, still framing Steve in but not crowding him. Fingertips pressed little swirls over his scalp, drifting around his ear. “I like your big, doe eyes.”

No one ever commented on his eyes. His hair, obviously. His butt. His shoulders. His moles. Billy gazed down at him, searching through Steve’s thoughts. The way he always had, really.

“Thinkin’ about you creaming me instead of your pants.”

Billy turned his head to the side so he didn’t laugh directly in Steve’s face. “Only if I’m not dreaming this time.”

This time.

God, Steve liked what that implied.

His arms came around Billy’s shoulders, loving the broadness and weight of the man on top of him. He kissed him softly, bumping his nose against Billy’s and eliciting a groan while Billy tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

“Again,” he begged through the kiss. “I want you again, Daddy.”

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:club room keys - sawamura daichi

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pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, blowjob, deep throating, penetration, i still don’t know if this counts as somnophilia (?), mentions of kageyama, michimiya, and oikawa

summary: rain comes down heavy after student council duties, but you still have to drop off a set of keys. luckily, daichi helps you out- and there’s only so many ways that you can repay him.

a/n: dedicated to @ceo-of-daichi simply because lydz deserves a different daichi D word than drought. so here’s some dick LOL. 

the ring of the intercom and the bustling life of students. the clatter of shoes against the blue tile and chatter of passing conversation, definitely fell on deaf ears. your form slumping against the desk, and the weight of your face leaning into your palm. 

it'd been a couple days since your last run in with tobio, and the whole ordeal of the bathroom incident. the thoughts of him still living rent free in your mind-- at how his eyebrows scrunched up. pursed lips and the weeping tip of his cock, almost blushing the same shade of rose that graced his cheeks. 

wait. you shook your head. no. you told yourself you wouldn't think of him like that anymore. 

 tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. he deserves to be treasured, and loved correctly. your job was to keep that awkward, wobbly smile on his face when sipping on his milk straw. you were to worry about his studies, and whether he goes straight home after practice.

the last thing that should be bothering you is the voice at the back of your head. tethering your mindset elsewhere, and questioning why he was jacking off in the school bathroom in the first place. 

what made him so frustrated that he went during class?

did he like someone that much? was it someone you knew?

was that someone perhaps you?

"so will you do it?" hands slamming down on your desk, you bolt upright in shock. snapped out of a day dream, you're met with the sight of michimiya, captain of the girls' volleyball team. a crumb or two still on her face, her lopsided grin holds hope when she stares down at you. 

"h-huh?" you barely register her words to respond, still alarmed. "i asked if you were willing to drop off our gym's keys after practice. i need to hurry home to do something-- but…" she retracts her hands and props them on her hips. "... are you doing alright? you've seem out of it these couple days. it's not like you." 

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would."

your nose scrunches up a bit at the impromptu flashback. "just peachy." 

"oh really?" a tinge of sarcasm sprinkled into her reply, you luckily miss the flash of pity in her eyes when you finally look up at her.

 almost as if she knew.

 "well, i hope things get better for you."

"yeah, yeah." you wave off the topic. "but you said you needed me to drop off keys or something?" 

"ah, right!" her usual go-lucky smile making an appearance. "sawamura asked if he could borrow our gym after practice for the last couple days, but i have to promised to run some errands back at home. i was hoping you could swing by the club room after student council, and drop off the keys for me?" 

you bit back a laugh, trying to keep the best poker face you could- as the pleading expression on her face looked like something out of a cartoon. "i don't know…"

"oh my goodness, please! i already promised sawamura, and it's already hard enough, trying to get all the members to get to practice and-" 

you grab her shoulders, halting the blubbering, and frantic look in her eyes. "calm down, yui! i was only joking- of course i will."

…

rain was something tooru despised. 

his complaints were one of a child, as it ruined his hair. it made everything sticky, and smell like wet dog. being out too long would make him sick, and if there was too much of it- it would turn into a storm. it could turn into a hurricane. or even a typhoon. 

and it's honestly ironic, even as you hold your bag over your head. your rubber sneakers hitting the mud and pavement, rushing to get under the roof of the club building. much to your luck, the reminiscent squeak of rubber isn't heard, as the gym doors were shut. letting out a huff, the sheer amount of relief that pours over you when the familiar screech of the metal door opens is a blessing. 

"hey! you made it-- oh my gosh, get inside!" he cuts off his warm greeting, as he grabs your wrist, pulling you into the room before the door slams behind you. "holy crap, you're drenched."

"thanks for stating the obvious, daichi." you snarkily remark, but still giving him a small smile. 

you knew daichi for a lot of reasons. being the karasuno boys' volleyball captain, he's been noted as one of dependability. a solid rock in a foundation, and everything the student body says about him is relatively positive. 

but even as a third year, you can still remember his shenanigans like it was yesterday. how he dashed past you whilst racing the basketball team's captain, and accidentally hitting the fire alarm. you couldn't even count how many times he'd had a run in with the principal's toupee. 

but even now, in his plain tee and black shorts-- there's this responsible look in his eyes. a quality only built up by experience, and you mentally applaud him. especially when you learn the sheer amount of siblings he had. 

"here's the keys for the other gym." you drop the keys into his open palm.

"ah, thanks." a hand moves to the back of his neck, a tell tale sign of his nervousness. "but i thought michimiya was dropping these off."

"yui had something to do today, so she asked me to. hope you don't mind it being me instead of your girlfriend." 

his eyes widen, beginning to frantically shake his hands in front of him. "n-no! that's not what i meant at all! she's not even my girlfriend, i-" he cuts himself off at the sound of your laugh, as you clutch a palm on your mouth. a grin peaks through his annoyance. "hey! why're you laughing so bad?"

"i'm sorry but what the heck is this?" you push past him to point at the poster at the far right corner of the room.

"bikini girls? really?"

the blush that comes over his face is absolutely hilarious. "t-that was-!"

"man, who knew sawamura daichi, captain of the volleyball club was a boob man! wait until yui hears about this!" you almost double over in laughter, watching steam puff out of daichi's ears in utter embarrassment. 

"don't you have somewhere to be?" he tries to divert the subject, only to hear a crack of thunder beat you to a response. the onslaught of rain beginning to hit the window panes at full force, and the lights flickering. "... nevermind." 

"i meant to ask, is it okay if i'm in here?" looking down, you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. "this is the boys' club room after all." 

unfortunately for daichi, the implication doesn't go over his head. and the fact that you're confused about why his face seems to flush a further shade of red seems to seal the deal.

that man, does daichi hates being a guy right now. 

his initial intent was to simply shield you from the rain. the simple connection that he didn't want you to get further drenched, and fall sick because of the favor he asked for. but now?

he feels guilty when his eyes draw lower, the tune of your laughter and friendly banter playing like background music. he swallows at the translucency of your uniforms while dress shirt. how the faint blue shape of your bra cups your chest, and how the damp fabric seems to cling to your skin. the jealousy of the water droplets that run down your neck and into the divet of your collarbones. 

you're in the boys' volleyball club room right now. clothes and gym bags strewn about, the smell of teenage cologne, and all alone. 

"t-the rest of the club is in the gym with the coaches." daichi stutters, before coughing to clear his throat. "we can just wait until it lightens up and make a dash for it." 

"sounds like a plan! how's tobio doing with sho-- achoo!" you start, only to sneeze mid way. 

"crap, your clothes are soaked from the rain." you hurry to wipe your nose, as daichi hands a set of spare clothes toward you. "here."

you raise an eyebrow. "why do you have another set of gym clothes?"

"after hinata puked at our seijoh game, i'm not taking any more chances-- oh shit, wait!" he explains, before his eyes widen at your fingers undoing your blouse buttons, and hurriedly turning the other direction. 

you giggle at his panic stricken face, before proceeding to peel the dampened cloth off your body, and your mind still processing the fact he had to have mentioned seijoh. but then a voice chimes in from the back of your head, crying out desperately. 

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would." 

it's truly unfortunate. and you genuinely sorry for daichi, as you dig into the pocket of your soaked blazer, and pressing the lone button on the stop watch. the pattering of the droplets against the window, halting in its path. the swirl of winds silencing, and the thunder strike through the air, simply pausing at your fingertips. 

you're not stupid. you knew where daichi's eyes trailed, especially as you drop your underwear and skirt to the floor, altogether. stepping out of the clothes and bounding toward the captain, sinking to your knees, and staring up at the frozen crimson tint of his face. 

you knew the moment you were pulled into this room, that this was a bad idea. and right then and there, your entire consciousness told you that this was your chance to be a good person. 

… but was tooru ever a good person? 

you let out a small gasp as you grab at his clothed bulge, already half hard through the cloth of his shorts. feeling yourself salivate, you begin to slowly pump. pawing at his size, coaxing him into a full erection. 

and honestly, you wonder what would go through daichi's head right now. what would this man think as you pulled down his athletic wear, and how you stared at him in pure wonder. what would he do when his cock lewdly slaps against his abdomen, and falls shy of your lips? what would he do when you swirl your tongue over hips tip, lapping up the weeping cry of arousal, and savoring his taste? taking him deeper, peering back up through fogging vision, as your struggle, and choke around him. coating him in spit, saliva dripping down your chin, and making an utter mess. 

you coo at how responsive he is, even when unconscious. the frozen look of his face is one of guilt, but the tips of his ears are the same shade of his cock. you wish to tell him that it's alright, as you were definitely more of a sinner than him. popping off of his length and heaving a full breath, you stand. cupping his face by the cheek, and gently nudging his face to meet yours. 

"sorry." your whisper fans hotly against his face, as you continue. moving his limbs almost like a doll, laying him against the floor, and having your legs on either side of his hips. 

but if you were going to have fun, it's only fair you'd share it. 

the thunder strikes far from where you are, and the heavy breeze makes the windows wobble. but daichi doesn't seem to care- as everything hits him like a truck. 

the slick of your mouth, and the choke of your throat. the pumps of your soft hand against his shaft- and how you brutally sink your weeping cunt onto him. the ungiving clench and sheer heat of your pussy had his hands flying to your hips. his eyes widening at the sight of your hands against his chest. fucking yourself onto his cock, moaning his name like a mantra, and lust blown gaze staring right back at him- his eyes roll back as everything becomes too much. 

he cums. rope upon rope of milky essence spills from him, legs shaking and earth shattering. daichi almost screams, as the pleasure is borderline painful. the sight of you was too much to handle, and undoubtedly made him double over. "ah shit-!"

daichi doesn't know how you paused time once again, just to make sure he doesn't cum inside you. he doesn't know how quickly you dropped to your knees, mouth wide open, and how he releases down your throat. how you milk every single drop out of him before freezing the world at will. 

all daichi knows is confusion and the fuzziness his head pounds with. when suddenly, you're not on top of him anymore. his form is turned, facing the wall again. shaky legs, and not laid against the floor. 

"daichi? are you okay?" you call out. 

he coughs, turning toward you. "y-yeah…" his confusion etching even more as you're wearing his spare shirt, still in your skirt, and a tilted head facing him. "... i think."

you laugh, hitting his shoulder playfully. "goodness, does the lightning scare you so bad? you look like someone just sucked the soul outta ya!" 

he thinks you don't know a thing. the sight of your walls sucking him in fresh in his mind makes heat, and guilt simultaneously pool at his gut. he thinks you're the most innocent soul on earth when you lean in toward him, pressing your palm on his forehead, and giving him an eyeful that makes his breath hitch, before taking a step back. 

"don't get sick on me now, captain. you take care of everyone else, so who's going to take care of you?" you tell him off with a wink, only for him to hum an incoherent response, and his mind still buzzing. 

was that all his imagination? 

"oh look! it's lightening up!" you snap him out of his train of thought when you smile, grabbing his hand, pulling him forward. "let's make a run for it!" 

"w-wait!" he stops your other hand from turning the door knob. 

you turn toward him, eyebrows raised. "huh?"

it definitely catches you off guard as daichi leans in to look into your eyes. you feel your heart pound in your ears when you stare back. the caramel shade of his skin and the dark pupils trying to analyze you- trying to figure you out. "d-daichi?" you stutter out. 

"a-ah… sorry." he pulls back before muttering something under his breath. something about it feeling real. 

and it almost hurts as you facade innocence, letting go of his hand and racing toward karasuno's second gym. bags over your heads as you pound against the door, and laugh heartily as kageyama messes up a serve in your presence. it almost hurts as your cunt weeps arousal, and ruins your new, navy blue set of panties. 

because it's ironic at how much you told tooru how much you loved the rain. how fun it was as a child to jump into puddles, and dance. how the pattering felt like the knock on a door and a call out to play. how easily rain covered for all the moans that daichi never got to hear when you came around him, walls creaming him in your slick. how the wind howls loudly so that no one could hear you babble your gratitude, and at how thankful you were. and how rain was the best excuse for your tears. the most viable excuse of why your face was an utter mess the other day. 

and how it seemed to rain the same day tooru broke your heart in two. 

[chillyminmin]

game time

hyunjin was sitting down, playing a game on the playstation, and you were sitting on one of his thighs, resting your head on his shoulder. it was like this when it was his free day, he’d play and you’d hug him, so when he moved around a lot or shouted near your ear, it didn’t bother you anymore.

but this particular day was... eventful.

he, minho and jisung were playing as a team. they had lost and hyunjin sighed in frustration, absentmindedly bouncing his thigh. the thigh you were sitting on, as if you weighed nothing.

your eyes widened as you pulled away from his shoulder to stare at him. he didn’t seem to notice.

“are you kidding me?” minho grumbled. “third place? third?”

“we should’ve been first. we should’ve won!” jisung added.

“man, that--” hyunjin hugged you, “that was really fucking annoying.”

he was still bouncing his thigh and him hugging you just locked your position on him. you would be lying if you didn’t say you were getting slightly stimulated.

“what do you think, babe?” hyunjin asked, finally focusing on you.

“i think you should stop bouncing your thigh.” you answered quickly.

hyunjin seemed to realize what he was doing and stopped. he smiled sheepishly, “sorry, babe, didn’t know.”

you stared at him in disbelief. “didn’t know? hyun, i’m literally sitting on your thigh.”

he shrugged, “i’m used to carrying you, so sitting on my thigh is no big deal.”

you blushed at his remark.

“wait, so...” jisung coughed.

“she has a thing for thigh riding?” minho asked casually.

you almost forgot they were there, and you were surprised when hyunjin answered, “yeah, she loves it. she looks really hot doing it, too.”

“hyunjin,” you warned.

“you guys can see it if you want,” he looked at you and winked.

“hyunjin!” you covered your face while the other two were a stuttering mess.

it was no secret that jisung and minho had crushes on you, even before you became hyunjin’s girlfriend. among the nine, these three were the ones you were closest to, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when you and hyunjin announced your relationship.

“i mean, if she wants.” minho pointed out.

“it’d be cool, i guess.” jisung squeaked.

hyunjin placed a hand under your shirt and drew circles on your waist. he spoke gently, “what do you say, babe? can you show them how well you ride?”

you glared at him, but when both his hands took a hold of you and started to move you against his thigh, you faltered slightly. he raised his brow, a little smirk playing on his lips. oh, how you hated him like this.

he flexed his thigh, and you nearly moaned. he made you move faster, and you realized, it was you moving as he brought his hands up to your chest, going under your bra and holding them, squeezing them lightly.

“see baby?” he chuckled darkly. “all you needed was a little push.”

you focused on hyunjin, failing to see minho and jisung lightly stroking their growing hard ons through their shorts. you could feel hyunjin’s hard on growing, too but it soon disappeared when he brought his hand down to bring your other leg around him. you adjusted yourself so you’d be straddling him, grinding on his hard on instead.

he groaned as he brought his hand back up, but this time to unclasp your bra. he slid the straps off your arms and took your bra off, flinging it on the floor for the other two to see. hyunjin kissed your lips and held your breasts then played with your nipples, making you squirm a bit. when they were hard, he went to your neck and kissed lightly, making you feel warm all over.

“are you wet enough, baby?” he asked. “can i put my cock in you already?”

you pursed your lips together as he nipped at your skin. “j-jisung and minho?”

“oh, they’ll watch. but only my cock goes inside you.” hyunjin looked at the other two, then at you. “they can only wish it was their cock inside you.”

you felt self-conscious as hyunjin took your shorts and panties off, all three boys growing harder seeing you half naked. minho grumbled something about hyunjin being a lucky ass, and jisung agreed.

hyunjin used his fingers to play with your clit, stimulating it in circular motions as he pulled you close to kiss your stomach. you whimpered as you entangled your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. he used another finger to swipe your entrance, humming against your skin.

he pulled his lips away and looked up at you, “you’re ready to ride me.”

he pulled his shorts and boxers down, his erection springing up, and you felt yourself get wetter. he guided you as you sat down, making yourself comfortable, before he held your ass to lift you up and enter you,

you moaned at how thick and hard he was, he groaned at how easily he slipped inside you. you wouldn’t admit it, but something about two other boys stroking themselves while you were fucking your boyfriend turned you on even more.

you started to ride him slowly, moving in a circle to stimulate him and he groaned. you knew he loved it when you did that. you then moved quicker and he cursed under his breath, looking down at where you two connected. he loved the view, seeing you wrapped around him, his whole cock buried inside you.

you moved even faster and he threw his head back, one of his hands going up to wrap around your neck. you moaned as he put pressure, but it sounded weak. you rested your hands on his shoulders and rolled your head back, giving him more access to your neck.

he looked at you riding him, his hand wrapped around your neck, choking you. “you like that, don’t you, baby? you like it when i choke you while you ride me, don’t you?” 

he added more pressure, the right amount, and you were in bliss. you started bouncing on him, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. you were moaning his name and he kept cursing, praising how good you were, how good you felt.

jisung and minho were focused on you, too, pleasing themselves, moaning and cursing under their breaths.

the last straw was when hyunjin brought his other hand down to your clit and rubbed it. it was ecstasy; your clit, your heat, your neck-- hyunjin was fucking you well.

it didn’t take long for you to clench around him in warning. he didn’t stop anything, rather, he started thrusting upwards, meeting you each time you came down on him. it was perfect rhythm, and you couldn’t take any more.

you tightened around him and he cursed as you came undone, moaning his name, which sounded strangled since his hand was still wrapped around your neck. he started chasing his own climax so both his hands went to your ass as he brought you up and down on his cock with the speed he needed. 

he threw his head back as he came, his cock twitching inside you, filling you up. the other two held their moans in as they put their boxers back on, cum spilling from their cocks. 

you rested your head on hyunjin’s shoulder, catching your breath. he kissed the side of your head and chuckled. “fucked out already? we just started, baby.”

[the-remainder]

Greetings weary travelers, did you know, as a budding magus, Ilar has traveled across the Serpentine Coast and witnessed many bizarre and fantastic tales. On quiet afternoons, Ilar and Vyn would share some of Ilar's special blend of tea, freshly baked pastry, and tell a tale to each other. If you've donated to The Remainder on itch or ko-fi, you'll have access to the mini interactive fiction - Story And Tea with Ilar - where all these short stories can be read.

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Tale of the Fog Children

Part 1 of 3

Voices often came to me when I sat in inner silence and simply felt the Currents brushing against my heart. Most of them were only noise, shallow thoughts from shallow realms, the regret of something done, or bickering over garlic skin. But this one was different, it yearned fiercely, single-heartedly, as only a human being could, and yet it has a hollowness that no human being could have, not the least a child.

Curious, I went to a balcony on the upper tower and peered over the foggy shores to the South. A commotion was brewing in a village a few leagues away, nestled next to a Seamouth, a fogdune had barged into the huddle of houses and swallowed one of them. Peculiar, I thought, and bad news. I looked with closed eyes and saw the sense of longing waft from the fogdune.

A thick channel of Currents was carried by the cloudstream to the tower, teasing out memories of my home, of the smell of mud and chicken feed. There was something else in the undercurrents too defused to disentangle at this distance. It was no ordinary fogdune, the magus mentee of that village was out of their depth. I checked my schedule and saw that you would be in a ritual for another three days. I packed a few necessities and headed for the village.

Arriving, I found that everyone who dwelled there gave the fog-engulfed house a wide berth, and little wonder, the Currents gushing from it was debilitating. I felt the longing tinged with sorrow and desperation before I heard the faint sound of howling wind emanating from the fog despite the still air. The energy was so dense that it would’ve turned an undyed - a commoner with no magick training - into a sobbing heap within minutes of close contact. A little more and they'd do anything, anything to end that despair.

“Stay away, traveler!” Someone shouted to me from their yard. “Bad luck that, do ya no good to linger, ya hear?”

Striding toward them, I replied. “Where are the people who lived here?”

“Oy, the Milborns, sunken luck if it could be said o’ anyone. They’d be stayin’ over with the Ashborns there.” The leather-skinned man pointed with his mushroom hat.

“Bad luck, you say? What sort, if I may ask?”

The man stopped chewing his straw for a moment and studied me up and down, clicking his tongue.

“My, pardon me, you’re a magus, ain’t you?”

I nodded, saying. “Indeed, I sensed something afoot here and thought I might help. Now, tell me about this bad luck you mentioned.”

“Aye, real pitiable. First, one child, nary a babe, passes from the winds, then a scant few years later, the other one goes missin'.” He spits out the straw he was chewing and made a face as if it was bitter. “Born on a Howling Eve, they were, and there ain’t no helpin’ that.”

I listened, puffing on my pipe, recalling. “Howling Eve? Do you think the children were…”

“Aye, ‘twas the low ones, Luccasi, the temple mentee said as much. Howling over the skies all that night, lookin’ for souls to snatch. And the children? Twins, ya see? Was s’pposed to be just the one. But he was so scared of the sound that half of him tried to run back to the Waters from inside his mama’s womb, and done got split right in two.

That’s how they were born twins. Sickly, only enough Waters for the one life, forced to be two. Skin the color of mildew. Poor kids, the folks too, what’d they e’er do to deserve such a thing?” He shook his head.

I nodded again, thanked the man, and left for the Ashborn’s house. I’d heard enough to have a theory, and if I was right, there was no time to waste.

Thick incense filled the little room when a young man with hollow eyes and a scraggly goatee opened the door to my knocking.

“Who are you?” He asked stiffly.

“The name’s Ilar, Magus. Are you the Milborns?” I nodded to the young woman sitting next to a makeshift altar that she’d just been praying to, where incenses burned. I recognized the herb. “May I?”

He stepped back to allow me in. “Duma, and my wife Sestra. We don’t got much, you’ll have tea?”

I nodded and entered, sitting by the firepit. A cursory glance showed no Devarna present. I knew then… But they’d just lost another child. I needed to be direct, yet without touching upon an open wound. “Sorry to hear about your child, I’d like to help. When did he go missing?”

“A week ago. He was playing with the other kids along the shore over yonder.” Duma’s voice was hoarse. “One blink he was there, right? Then he was gone, just like that. We looked, depths, we looked everywhere, right?”

“I see. And how long have you been burning the Longing Leaves?”

The young man’s forehead wrinkled into a mass of grooves as he looked down.

He glanced at my magus’s mark nervously and said. “The mentee said we should use it, right? They said no more than three days, if that’s what yer getting at, but there couldn’t be no harm, right?” Sestra began to fidget visibly as he spoke.

With a soft but firm voice, I said. “Devarna of Longing are usually very effective, but after three days, they will have grown disenchanted with the herbs. Further use will net you no boon. If you don’t stop now, you risk attracting something else, something undesirable. Do you understand?”

Duma stiffened, hands gripping at his loose leggings, lips pursed. Sensing this, Sestra leaned over and gently laid a hand on his arm while looking at me with something akin to pleading in her eyes. She wanted to say something, I realized, but—

“What are we to do? Just give up? Our only child, that boy! The mentee said these would call him back, well where is he?” Duma was nearly shouting at me. His wife flinched. Truths were left unsaid, and a lie was told. Tides were unfavorable here, I decided.

I stood up slowly, went to the door, and said. “I’m not your enemy, and neither is that fogdune. It’s getting too dark to Work, I’ll make camp outside the village. By next dawn, I will have a plan.

I hope you’ll consider listening to me when the time comes if you want what’s best for your child.” I threw a glance at them, letting the Waters shine from my eyes, holding the woman’s gaze for the briefest of moments, then departed. That should be enough to let them sense my power, and hopefully for Sestra to take the hint.

I built a fire and erected a simple tent with twigs and mushroom cappings in a copse on the edge of the village and waited. I’d seen fogdunes behaving like this in my youth. Could it be the same thing that happened to me? Another of Fate’s jokes, I chuckled.

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Summary: Logan ‘Sy’ Syverson, returns from his deployment. Maddy is 29 weeks pregnant with their first child, a girl, conceived the night before Sy was deployed. Sy hasn’t seen Maddy or the bump in person and to say he's excited is an understatement. Written in first person.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x ofc (Maddy Syverson)

Warnings: SMUT! Oral, slight MaleDom/FemSub, Pregnancy Sex, Bad Language, bodily fluids and fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! New around here (not really just been lurking in the background) Hope you enjoy this one shot. Got the name ‘Logan’ for Sy from @littlefreya. For the record I am English and this is set in a America soooo... Also, this is unedited and I'm slightly nervous!

I plodded towards the wardrobe and grabbed one of Sy's tshirts before pulling it over my head. It's one of the only things I can tolerate in this Texan heat and being pregnant. I then waddled downstairs to get some breakfast.

I groaned as a rolled my pregnant self over to climb out of bed. This baby makes me need to wee all the time. A second groan left my lips as I stood up and plodded towards the ensuite to relieve myself. Washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair resembled a birds nest. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth before making my way back to the bedroom.

I was greeted by Kal waiting for me by his bowl obviously after his breakfast.

"Okay Bear, I'll feed you" I said leaning down and stroking him, "your daddy is home today and Aika will be in a few days" he waged his tail to this obviously hearing the words 'daddy' and 'Aika'. Kal is an Akita who stays with me while Sy is on deployment, Aika is a German Sheppard that goes on deployment with Sy. This is their last deployment as Aika is retiring and Sy is moving to fire arms training. We found out I was pregnant just after he left for Iraq and as soon as he found out he was on the phone to his boss requested to move. I grabbed Kal's meat and scraped it into his bowl. I opened the door to let Kal out after he'd eaten. He quickly rain outside to do his business after he'd eaten. By then I had made a coffee and some toast and was sat on the sofa. As I was eating my breakfast the baby started to wiggle.

"Well good morning to you" I said rubbing my tummy, Kal running in and rested his head on my tummy, “You’ll finally meet your daddy today dot, and I need ti take you out in a bit Kal” I stroked Kal’s head before he got excited and bounced around. Laughed at him as I checked the time in my phone, 08:43. Sy’s plane landed at 12:03 so I had time to take Kal out quickly and get ready to drive to the airport.

After eating my breakfast I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped my bra on underneath Sy’s Iron Maiden t-shit. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before shoving my phone in the back pocked of my shorts. Kal was already waiting for me by the door with his lead in his mouth.

“Alright boy, I’m coming” I called to him as I slipped my low top converse onto my slightly swollen feet. I clipped Kal’s lead to his collar and shoved my sunglasses on as I left the house. We walked towards the dog walking park near our house. We haven’t had any rain in a while so the grass resembled straw, tornado season had been and gone and summer was definitely here. Kal was already hot so we wont be having a long walk. In the summer the dogs get walked morning and evening. Kal ran round for 10 minutes or so before he decided he was too hot and wanted to go home.

By the time we reached home it was 10:15. My neighbour Hallie was taking her trash out.

“Morning Maddy” she called over the white picket post fence.

“Hey Hallie” I shouted waving back

“Sy’s back today isn’t he” she asked, I nodded in reponse “I bet you cant wait”

“I really can’t” I replied as I unlocked our large oak door, “I’m looking forward to soneone to help me put my shoes on. Thats becoming difficult” ‘I also need sex’ I thought to myself. I laughed slighty, we had sex a lot. By a lot a mean daily, sometimes maybe 2 or 3 times a day. Yup, I need sex.

“How loge do you have left” Hallie asked referring to my pregnancy.

“Around 12 weeks, Sy is having 6 months off before starting his new role in fire arms trainging, so that will be nice” I said resting my hand on my bump.

“Oh gosh” Hallie exclaimed, “Well look after yourself, we’ll have to all get together for a BBQ when Sy is back and settled”

“Yes we must, see you soon Hallie” I called waving to her as I walked into the house. I herd her shout bye back just as I was about to shut the front door. I unclipped Kal’s lead and he ran off to have a drink as I made my way upstairs to get ready.

I pulled out a floaty ditsy floral midi dress that was fitted at the top. The v shaped neckline and think straps accentuated my large swollen breasts. I laid it on the bed and quickly used the toilet before I sat at my dressing table. I decided to apply a light layer of make up, if I wore too much it woud just melt off of my face in this heat. I let my hair out of it’s top knot and ran my fingers through the curls to make it look presentable. I checked myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkled due to the brown eyeshadow I had applied. I applied a thick layer of lip gloss before getting up to get changed. 

I pulled off my tshirt and shorts and put on a white lacey thong and my white lacey maternity bra. I walked over to my full length mirror and took a picture of my bump in the mirror making sure the my breasts were obvious. I opened up Sy’s contact and attached the picture with the caption, ‘We can’t wait to see you daddy’. I sniggered before pressing send. Sy will see this before he see’s me and I know it will drive him mad. I pulled my dress on over my head before needing to rearrange it over my bump. I found my strappy wedges before sitting on the bed to put them on. Sy’ was a foot taller then me so I needed all the help I could get with my height. I then made my way downstirs again.

11:07

“SHOOT!” I shouted to myself. I rushed around and grabbed my bag throwing the food I had made for us in it along with the ‘Welcome home Daddy’ sign I had made which was rolled up,  my phone, purse and bottle of water. I grabbed the keys to our Ford Ranger and rushed out of the house. 

I arrived at the airport at 11:45. I managed to find a place close to the arrivals lounge to park. I spotted ‘Ocres’ girlfriend, Jaimie, sitting in the red chairs of the arrivals lounge. I waved and walked over to her.

“Maddy look at you!” she exclaimed standing up to give me a hug. I hugged her back before sitting down next to her, “How are you?” she asked after she had made herself comorftable.

“Fat and hot” I said laughing, “Still have 12 weeks to go roughly” I rubbed my bump slightly.

“You know, rumour has it that Sy said he would never stop being deployed. You must be a special person as he’s chaging his job role” Jaimie said as I grabbed my sub roll out of my bed to eat. I had made Sy his favourite pasta to eat on the way home. I took a bite and wiped sauce off of my lip before replying.

“And now look at me, fat and horny” I replied laughing, “Pregnancy hormones are no joke”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re married to Captain Big Dick, I’d miss that too” Jaimie said laughing. I had forgotten that’s what they called him. His nickname also didn’t lie. His cock stood proud at about 10 inches when erect, it had a good girth to it too. Thinking of his cock did not make my horniness any better. Jaimie and I sat talking until my phone buzzed. It was a message from Sy.

Don’t think they’ll be staying on for long when I get you home darlin, my cock is already desperate to be inside you.

Who says I’m still wearing them? I replied smirking. Jaimie and I made our way to the arrivals gate and I pulled out the rolled up sign as we waited for our men to appear.

We only waited 10 or so minutes before we saw some soilders arrive and their significant others run up to each other. Jaimie then saw Ocre and ran up to him. Ocre pulled her into his enbraced before kissing her. They then walked over to me hand in hand.

“Maddy” Ocre said greeting me, “Congratulations” he said pulling me into a hug. “Sy hasn’t shut up about you or the baby. Quite sweet really, slightly irritating but mainly sweet” I lauged at Ocres comment. I caughte a glimpse of Sy out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in his military gear which always made my knees go weak. As soon as he saw me he started to jog towards me, i jogged towards him and we met in an embrace where he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me firmly,  with his hands on my ass, I felt the faimiliar flutter in my chest of his kisses.

“God I missed you Darlin,” He whispered to me in his thick Texan accent.

"I missed you to bear" I said kissing him again. He put me down and then nealt down and kissed my tummy.

"Hey there dot, hows my little princess doing in there?" He asked my tummy before kissing it again. She did a little wiggle and Sy's face lit up, "that's amazing" he gasped looking up to my. By now my eyes were starting to leak salty tears.

"She wriggles alot" I said as Sy stood up and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you Darlin'" he said wiping the tears away with his thumbs' "You look so beautiful carrying my daughter" he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too bear" I whispered into he lips before kissing him again. He threw his bag back over his shoulder and held hand as me made our was over to Ocre and Jaimie.

"Miss Williams" Sy said greeting her, "you look well"

"Call me Jaimie Sy, I am well thank you" she replied greeting him back. We stood and chatted for a little while before we decided to head off.

"Right, I'm off to get laid" Sy announced making me laugh and blush at the same time, "Remember what I said Ocre, put a ring on it. It the best thing you'll ever do"

"Roger captain" he replied, "Oh and dont poke your daughter in the eye with that dick of yours" Si flipped him off as we walked off.

"He's only jealous of my big dick" he started laughing, "You made my trousers very uncomfortable earlier with that picture of yours.

"That was the idea Captain" I said to him smirking, "by the way I've made you your favourite meal to have on the way home"

"Thank you darlin', you're my favourite meal though" he replied smirking.

We arrived at the car and Sy chucked his bags in the back before we both climbed in. I grabbed the food out of my bag for Sy and passed it to him before shoving my bag in the foot well of the car. Sy unbuttoned his military shirt and took it off revealing the white tshirt underneath which he quickly untucked from his trousers.

The drive home took half an hour and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. Sy would glance across at my breasts and shift uncomfortably in his seat which in itself make my pussy tingle.

Whe we arrived by home I grabbed my back before walking up the drive to open the door. Sy soon followed with his bags. Kal barked and ran up to us as we walked through the door. He saw Sy and jumped up at him.

"Hey boy" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags in the hallway and made a fuss over him, "Did you miss me? I missed you too"

I opened the back door for Kal to go out.

"Come on Kal, toilet" I called, he left Sy and ran out into the garden. Sy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands on my bump. He kisses my neck as he pulled me close. I could feel his already hard cock through his trousers. I rubbed myself up against his crotch earning a groan from him. I turned around and kissed him passionately, his hands travelled to my ass and he massaged each ass cheek.

"I need you Maddy" he groaned into the kiss.

"I know Sy, me too" I moaned back. Kal ran back inside and Sy quickly locked the back door before picking up up the same way he did in the airport, which caused me to squeal and he carried me up the stairs.

He booted our bedroom door open then pushed it shut so we wouldn't get disturbed by Kal. He placed me down gently on the bed before he pulled his tshirt off and climbed between my legs. He hitched my dress up to above my bump. He placed lots of soft tender kisses over my tummy.

"Fuck Maddy, you're so beautiful" he groaned as he rubbed his crotch to relieve some of the built up pressure in there. He quickly pulled my dress off leaving me in just my lacey underwear. "These have grown" he growled as he massaged my tits. I moaned and quickly propped myself up on some pillows as I can't lie on my back for very long.

Sy leant down and kissed me hard, he deepened the kiss by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I groaned as he rubbed the outside of my thong with his thigh. His kisses made their way down my body and he stopped at just above the top of my thong. He swiftly removed my thong and kissed my mound. I groaned with pleasure. Sy slipped a finger into my cunt earning a moan from me. He harshly sucked on my clit causing me to gasp and moan. He slid another finger into me and started to finger fuck me quickly. He licked circles around my clit with brief sucks and nibbles that he knows drive me mad. I could already feel my release starting to build up. The familiar burn started in the bottom of my tummy, my legs started to quiver around Sy's head and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. Sy sensed this too as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckk, Syyyyyyy" I moaned as I tumbled over the edge. I felt him smirk into my pussy as a moaned and convulsed under his touch. He finger fucked me until I came down from my high. He moved up me and kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clashed in desperation of us wanting to feel complete again. Sy pulled away and rid me of shoes. He then stood at the end of the bed and stripped him self of his trousers, boxers and socks leaving him standing there naked. He'd gotten bigger since being away, obviously been working out more. His beautiful cock stood proud begging for attention so I shuffled down to the end of the bed and took it in my mouth.

"Arg Maddy" he groaned as I started to move my mouth up and down his cock. He laced his left hand through my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat to let Sy's cock down. I swallowed against his cock causing him to buck his hips and groan at the same time.

Suddenly Sy pulled away. He wiped away the dribble and precum from my chin. Before kissing me and pushing me back down on the best the best he could without putting pressure on my bump.

"I was about to cum Darlin', lord knows I need to paint your walls with my seed. 6 months is too long" he growled into my ear, "get on all fours" he ordered as he flipped me onto my front. He knelt on the bed and lined himself with my entrance. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy.

"Oh Sy" I gasped as his cock stretched my pussy walls. He stilled briefly as I got used to the size of him again, "Sy please, move" I begged.

"As you wish Darlin'" he quickly unclipped my bra which I threw to the floor, before he started to thrust in and out of me. "Ohhh Maddy, I've missed this pretty little cunt of yours" he groaned behind me.

Sy fucked me quick and hard. The same way that got me pregnant. The new sensation of my heavy tits slapping my bump and my nipples brushing the comforter turned me on even more. Neither of us were going to last much longer. Sy's thrusts were becoming less paced and more erratic. My body started to convulse in his grasp.

"Cum with me Darlin'" he grunted as my cunt started to tighten around his cock. He smacked my ass my orgasm hit.

"Unnggggg Syyyyyy" I moaned my cun convulsed around his cock. I felt myself squirt around his cock and onto his stomach. I could hear my juices squleching around as he fucked me to his release.

"AARGHH MADDY!" He called as I felt him still inside me. I felt his cock throb against my g-spot

"FUCK" I shouted loudly still riding my orgasm. I squirted again as he involuntarily fucked his cum into me causing me to convulse in his grasp. He held he tight to stop my legs from given out as my orgasm shook my body. He hissed as my cunt milked the very last of his cum out of his now sensitive semi hard cock.

I rolled onto my side and lay there panting. Sy collapsed down on the bed next to me. I laughed as my breathing started to become more normal.

"What?" Sy asked pulling my close so I was using his chest as a pillow.

"Nothing, I just love you that's all" I said leaving a soft kiss on his nipple.

"I love you both too" he said kissing the top of my head and stroking the side of my bump, our baby. "I'm never leaving my two girls again, ever" he muttered into my hair. He pulled the thin sheet over us and I felt my eyelids go heavy. We both drifted off into a content afternoon sleep. I think we might knew we would be needing as much energy as we could now Sy is back.

[ofpackandpride]

Bad Behavior

Requested by: @aflamboyanceofgays

Pairing: Scott McCall x Male Reader x Derek Hale

Notes: Canon divergent post season 6b content

Warnings: Smut, Handcuffs, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm.

To put things simply, you were being a brat. You were pushing buttons and testing limits, Scott and Derek were getting sick of it real quick too.

Scott was busy with school and training the newer members of the pack, so whenever you would try to do anything it would just get a smile and a “Sorry, Y/N, I’m busy right now.” or a “Sorry, Y/N, but i’m too tired.” If Scott was on the couch working on something on his laptop, you would lean against him or rest your head on his lap.

 At first Scott thought this was cute, he would adjust his laptop so you could comfortably nap, his opinion quickly changed when you would mouth at him through his pants. “Y/N, Stop it.” Scott said sternly, you give a little whine and stop mouthing at him, only to start again a few minutes later. “Y/N!” You pause when he yells your name. You huff and stop, waiting for Scott to get absorbed in his work before you start again. Hearing a growl, you see red eyes staring back down at you. “I need to finish this, it’s important.” 

You get up with a huff and an irritated ‘whatever’. Going upstairs to the room you shared with Derek and Scott, you make it a show to stomp going up the stairs and slam the door loudly.

———————

You smirk to yourself as you look at the video you just took of you stroking yourself off while in one of Derek shirts, knowing that as you send the video to Derek that he was with Peter settling things down so the preserve would be Hale property once again.

Not even a minute later you get a call from Derek.

“Y/N, What the fuck was that?” Derek growls at you through the speaker “What? I thought you’d like it.” You say innocently, as if you left a box of chocolates and didn’t just send him a video of you jerking off in his shirt.

You hear Derek sigh through the phone, placing that smirk back on your face “Don’t do it again.” Derek tells you threateningly before hanging up.

You wait for a few minutes before you send a picture of you with your face buried in his pillow and a hand on your cock with the caption ‘Smells like you’

Your phone rings a minute later with the caller idea “Der❤️” and you answer with a grin “What’s up?”

Derek doesn’t waste any time. “Cut it out, or else”

“Or else what?” You sass back, smiling at the growl through the phone.

“You’ll regret not listening the first time.” Derek threatens before hanging up.

You assume he either turned his phone off or silenced it since he didn’t reply to your next picture after that.

——–

If you were right, this was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was a pack meeting issued by Scott to be in the loft. You made sure to arrive as close to the time before it started as possible, Theo in tow behind you as you tugged him by his hand. Theo happily being an accomplice in your petty schemes.

“Sorry I’m cutting it so close, I wanted to see the Dread Doctors layer so he was showing me around.” You explain to the pack, letting go of Theo’s hand and gesturing to him. “We sorted through some of the stuff they had there and I think we narrowed down what I am. Either way, what’s up with the meeting?”

Scott sighs and rubs his temple when you finish, Derek glaring at you from his position by the window. Liam looks between the three of you, sensing the irritation from his Alpha and Senior. “Argent is taking all of the new hunters here that want to help protect people.” Scott explains, writing on a crime board Stiles bought as a type of planner for use during pack meets

“Like Nolan” Liam jumps in on behalf of his lacrosse co-captain. Eyes following you as you saunter towards Peter, who is lazily sat on the couch.

“Yeah, and the other students who want to help now that they know about the supernatural.” Scott continues, glancing over to you when you lay down on the couch with your head in Peter’s lap, internalizing his growl as Peter’s hand brushes through your hair. “Argent is planning on giving them proper training and having them adhere to the code. We talked it over and decided that while Argent will ultimately have the say with what goes on, Nolan will be the leader of the Hunters here in Beacon Hills” 

“So Nolan is like his apprentice?” Liam asks, him and Hayden scooting over so Theo can sit next to them.

“Yes, Argent also has worked to make it officially known in the world of the supernatural that Beacon Hills is under the protection of Hunters and McCall Pack, taking in supernaturals and offering protection.” Scott explains, making an effort to not look at you.

You sigh and nuzzle into Peter’s leg, feeling Derek burning holes in your head with his glare. “As nice as all of this sounds, we need more than just saying that we’re here.” You say, finally forcing Scott to look at you. 

You continue on now that you have everyone’s attention “I think that we should split up our work while nothings going on. We can have the more studious of us do research and work on creating counter measures to types of supernaturals or counters to poisons that hunters use in case someone does get injured we can treat them.” Pausing to change positions as Peter rubs his thumb on your neck, massaging tight muscles. “Then on the contrary, we are going to need to have some of us available to train those we bring in who need it. I’d say that would be best left to Derek, Parrish, Argent, and the Yukimura’s now that Kira’s finished her training.”

Lydia hums from her spot next to Stiles. “You put a lot of thought into this.” she comments. “What about you, What are you going to do?” 

You smile and roll over to your back, closing your eyes and giving a pleasured sigh when Peter idly massages your temples. “I was thinking that Me, Theo, and Peter could fix up the operating theater and set it up as a sort of base, setting it up so if any of us would need urgent medical attention we can go there instead of the hospital. Then Me, Theo, Corey, and Hayden can work on setting it up since we are all familiar with down there, this way we have something better than the clinic to go to. No offense”

Scott waves a dismissive hand, showing he wasn’t bothered by what you said. “That actually sounds really good, we can get started on that soon. Now for the next part of the meeting” Scott continues as you drift off to Peter petting you.

————

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you aren’t on the couch or on Peter anymore, but rather in your and Derek’s bed. The second is that Derek and Scott are making out next to you.

You go to roll over and stop at the sudden resistance on your wrists and clank of metal, looking up you notice that you are handcuffed to the headboard and a quick glance down to reveal you are only in your boxers. You give an experimental tug and frown when they don’t break, looking over at your boyfriends when you fail to break the cuffs.

You see Derek open an eye and glance at you before closing it again and continuing to make out with Scott.

You let out a little whimper at the way they moan into each others kiss, realizing that no matter how much you keep trying to break the cuffs, nothing happens. “Guys? Can you let me out?” You watch as Scott leans back, sitting up from Derek and taking his shirt off and diving straight back against Derek’s lips.

“C’mon guys, please? This isn’t cool!” You whine, growing hard at the show they are putting on but not being able to do anything about it. “Scott?…Derek?” You ask, whimpering when Derek starts tugging off Scott’s pants all while ignoring you.

Scott pulls back from Derek, kicking his pants off and moaning when Derek grabs his erect length and begins stroking it slowly. “Yeah. Does that feel good, Scott?”  You let out a frustrated cry, increasing your efforts against the handcuffs. Derek looks over at you as Scott tilts his head up, eyes closed as Derek pleasures him. 

“So fucking good” Comes Scott’s breathless reply as he lazily fucks into Derek’s hand, causing you to whine and hump the air in needy desperation.

“Please guys! Fuck, please let me out, need you both so bad right now.” You moan out, hoping to entice them into letting you free. 

You let out a frustrated sob when they continue to ignore you, tears begin pooling in your eyes as you thrash around in your restraints, hoping to appeal to one of them to let you free.

Continuing your begging, you try a multitude of different approaches. All yielding the same result of being ignored, all until you go lax in your restraints. Quietly sniffling as tears slowly roll down your cheek.

“Are you ready to be good?” You snap to Derek’s gaze as he asks the question, nodding rapidly as smooths back your hair. “Do you know why we did this?” You give an ashamed nod at that, looking to the side to avoid the disappointed looks you are receiving.

Scott sighs and moves so he’s sitting on your lap practically, gently tilting your head with a hand under your chin. “Y/N, look at me.” You whine and keep staring to the side, now wanting to face your Alpha. “Y/N. Now.” Comes Scott’s stern command, pulling your focus to his ruby red eyes. “Tell me, do you know why you are going to be punished?”

“Why am I even going to be punished! I didn’t do anything!” You lie, knowing you fucked up when Scott gives you his ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ look. Turning out of Scott’s hand.  You face Derek and try to appeal to him “Seriously! I didn’t-”

You are cut off by an irritated and growly Derek. “You can either own up to your behavior and accept your punishment now and have the chance to cum by the end of the night, or, you can keep pretending you didn’t do anything and get the cage put on for two weeks.” 

Scott and Derek were good about the punishment fitting the crime and rewarding good behavior. You have only been bad enough to be put in the cage for three days, and that was when you took Derek’s Camaro without permission and ended up scratching it. 

“What!? That’s not fair! I didn’t even do anything!” You argue, struggling under Scott desperate to escape punishment.

Derek sighs and gets up from the bed as you writhe under Scott, heading to the closet and turning to you with the cage in hand as you struggle even harder at the sight of it. “I’m sorry that I was being a brat! I’m sorry that I teased you and sent Derek those texts! I’m sorry that I used Peter and Theo to make you jealous, just please don’t let Derek put me in the cage!” You beg in desperate panic. Tears running down your face as you go limp under Scott, all fight leaving you as you beg pitifully. 

“Well you owned up to it, but not when we asked so you’ll still need to be punished.” Derek says, smiling with the cage still in hand before putting it back, calming you down slightly. “Since he was so desperate for an orgasm, how about one for each thing he’s done? What do you say Scott?”

Smiling at the suggestion, Scott hums before replying. “Let’s see, one for each time I told him to stop teasing me yesterday. So that’s three.” Scott lists off, stroking you as he speaks. Smirking at the moans as he toys with you, reveling in your gasps and whimpers.

“One for each text text he sent me, so there’s three more.” Derek adds in.

“Then I think one for Theo and Peter. Are we missing any?” Scott asks as you shake your head frantically, Derek making a contemplative noise.

“No, I think that’s it.” Derek confirms as he shucks off his pants. Making his way to the bed and rummaging in the nightstand next to you and pulling out a blindfold and securing it on you before getting lube from the nightstand, squirting some from the bottle onto his fingers and climbing onto the bed next to you. “You were being such a bad boy, is this what you wanted?”

You were about to reply, ending up biting your lip and bucking your hips in an attempt to chase and flee from the pleasure that Scott’s hand was giving you as it circled your tip.

Scott started sucking hickeys onto your neck, loving the way he could feel you whimper and whine as he worked bruises on your throat. Growling when you moan loudly from Derek’s lubed finger easing into your hole. “Working us up knowing we couldn’t do anything about it, how does it feel not being able to do anything?” Scott asks, sliding a hand into your hair and tugging at the strands, exposing your neck so he can mark more of you.

You whine at the question, efforts against the handcuffs reignited as you oh so desperately wish to touch either of them as Derek slides in a second finger, crying out when the cuffs don’t budge at your renewed tugging while Scott slides down to work at your nipples. “Fuck, more.” You demand, whining when Derek pauses his movements. 

“More?” Derek asks, watching as you nod quickly and try to push against his fingers. “Beg for it” Derek tells you, looking at Scott who seems to like the idea since he holds your hips in place and stops mouthing at your chest.

“Please, Please don’t stop.” You whine, giving a frustrated cry when neither move.

Scott moves his head to the crook of your neck, hand sliding underneath you to tease your hole alongside Derek’s fingers. “You can do better than that, right Y/N? Beg for me” Scott growls, voice lowering as he moves closer to his shift.

“Please, Alpha. Please make me feel good, I need you to feel good. Need you in me, can’t cum without you. Please please please. Please fuck me, Alpha.” You beg, eyes closing as you fall into a chant of pleases, Scott smirking as he and Derek trade places.

“That’s better. Does my needy little boy need his big, strong Alpha’s cock inside him?” Scott teases as he eases three fingers inside of you, thanks to Derek already loosening you a little, pleased when you give a sultry moan and respond with a breathless “Yes, Alpha. Please, Alpha” as Scott grins at Derek.

Derek gives a little growl, irritated how you are begging for Scott only, not giving any warning as he moves between your legs and takes you inside his mouth. Looking at Scott with a would be smirk at the loud moan you give when you hit the back of Derek’s throat, holding your hips in place as he brings you closer to your first of many promised orgasms.

Scott flashes ruby red eyes to Derek, moving underneath you as he finishes working you open for his cock. “Want your Alpha to fill you up? Hmm baby boy?” You nod, moaning as you feel his thick cock against your tight hole, words betraying you as Derek flicks his tongue over your slit.

Scott wasted no time after that, burying himself in you in one quick thrust. 

You cry out at the sudden full feeling as he hits your prostate and pushes you further into Derek’s mouth with his thrust, rim tightening around Scott as you start cumming into Derek’s mouth. 

Scott doesn’t bother waiting, thrusting up into you repeatedly as Derek continues sucking you off. Over-stimulation causing you to thrust your hips to escape yet also chase the too intense feeling, cumming for the second time as Scott fucks into you roughly and Derek taking you into his throat.

When you stop releasing your seed into Derek’s mouth, he pulls off with a loud pop. “Two down, Six to go.” Is all he says, moving up on the bed and rubbing his cock against your lips. You obediently open your mouth for him, gag reflex fucked out of you so long ago you don’t even gag when he pushes your head down his length, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he relentlessly fucks your face. “Such a good slut for me.” Derek praises, causing you to moan around his length.

Scott increases the pace and roughness of his thrusts. Biting on your shoulder and reaching a hand around you, stroking your already sensitive member in time with his brutal thrusts. Gaining a sadistic satisfaction at the way you whimper and whine, toes curling into the sheets as he fucks into you. 

Derek’s breathing quickens as you cum again, pleasured screams and moans reverberating through his length. Derek cumming with a moan, effectively silencing you as you work to swallow his seed, tears flowing down your cheeks as you try to keep up with the pleasure.

Scott groans as you tighten around him, chasing his own orgasm before finally stilling as he begins to fill you with his own seed as he watches you and Derek come undone in front of him.

The room is filled with pants as you all come from down from your orgasms. Derek groaning when he pulls out of your mouth, loving the way you come off with a pop and gasp for air.

You are limp on top of Scott, being held up by him and the restraints, body feeling like jelly as you come down from your fourth orgasm of the night.

“Halfway there, Y/N. Think you can tough this out?” Scott asks as Derek exits the room to bring water, knowing that Scott is going to be worrying over you and will send him to get water if he doesn’t do it now.

You give a grunt in reply, opening your mouth when you feel something press against it. “Drink” Derek commands, tilting the bottle so you can get some water without drinking too much at once. “Better?” You nod and take a second to catch your breath.

“More?” You ask, greedily drinking what Derek tilts to you from the bottle, Whining when Derek moves the bottle away.

“Ready to continue, Y/N?” Scott asks, still inside of you.

You nod and feel Derek climb back on the bed, settling between your and Scott’s legs. You gasp when Derek lifts your legs over his shoulders, moaning when he eases two lubed fingers in you alongside Scott’s length. “Think you can take both of us?” Derek asks, rubbing circles on your hip as your hole stretches for him.

You nod, rocking your hips in encouragement before Scott lifts your ass higher to give Derek easier access to your hole. You moan when you feel him line up to Scott, tip sliding in you alongside Scott’s length.

You try to reach for Derek, groaning when you remember the cuffs are there and preventing you from pulling Derek down to you. Derek seems to get what you want and leans down over you, pressing his hairy chest against you and connecting his mouth to yours as he pushes into you.

You cum with a cry against Derek’s mouth when Derek spearheads your prostate with his cock, shaking in orgasmic bliss as Scott trails one hand down your side and jerks you through your orgasm as you barely cum at all.

“Three more.” Scott says, encouraging you with soft kisses to your shoulder as he holds you in place, allowing Derek to ram into you roughly and repeatedly. 

Derek keeps his brutal pace for what seemed like hours as Scott began thrusting in rhythm to Derek, the two groaning and panting above and below you as they wreck you.

You are a moaning mess as they pound into you, abused cock angry and red trapped between your and Derek’s stomachs. You cry out when he wraps a hand around your length, thumbing your cock head as you cry against him in overstimulated pleasure pain, one little spurt being dragged from you as you are forced through another orgasm.

You feel your rim tightly hug the two cocks filling you up impossibly full as you cum, coaxing your boyfriends into their own orgasms as they shoot inside of you together.

They keep you trapped between them in their stilled forms as they right their high. Your breath catches in your throat as Derek pulls out of you first, feeling some cum dribble out of you when Scott follows shortly after.

You feel Scott sliding out from under you as the two move around on the bed. Moaning when you feel a pair of hands glide over your chest and stomach, smearing the cum into your skin. 

“Such a good boy, taking us so well. We wouldn’t want this to go waste, would we?” You hear Scott asks from your left, assuming he’s the one rubbing your front from the angle of the hands mapping your body.

You hear Derek hum from the opposite side of you. Feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm in the form of heat in your stomach coiling when a large plug is pushed into you and pressing against your bruised prostate. “I think that’ll help keep him from wasting any of our cum.” Derek says, pushing the buttplug in and out of you, fucking you into a dry orgasm with the toy.

Scott chuckles from next to you as you writhe in your restraints. “He can’t even cum anymore.”

Derek lays next to you on the bed, teeth grazing the where Scott marked earlier. “He still has one more orgasm to go.” Derek says, causing you to whine. 

You whimper when you feel his move away, not knowing what to expect, a broken cry leaving you when you feel a mouth take your length inside of it.

“That feel good? Give Scott one more orgasm and your punishment is over.” Derek encourages, stroking a hand up and down your chest soothingly as Scott works you into his throat. It feels like an eternity, Derek praising and encouraging you while you sob from the painful pleasure Scott is putting you through. Mouth open in a silent scream as you reach your final orgasm, cumming dry before going limp against Derek as Scott removes your cuffs and untying the blindfold that covers your eyes and peeling it away.

“You alright, Y/N?” Derek asks, rubbing your arms to get the circulation going as you lean into him. You hum in reply, slipping into sleep against him.

Derek sits you up and shakes you awake, holding you against his chest as he repeats his question, getting a quiet “m’good”  in reply.

You open your eyes when Derek presses the half empty water bottle against your lips, smoothing your hair back as you drink.

You don’t last much longer, barely catching Scott yelling “Bath is ready!” from the other room as Derek lifts you up, falling asleep before Derek even it makes it across the room. Scott smiles as he watches you being carried in. “Guess we tired him out…How long till he does something like this again you think?” Scott asks as he helps place you into the bath.

Smiling as Scott begins washing you off, he replies on while he changes the defiled bed sheets “Knowing him? Probably not too long”  Comes Derek’s amused reply from the bedroom “But then again, I wouldn’t have it any other way”

[starkerparkerstark]

Since you filled my last one so adequately, I give you another starker prompt: Peter runs away from May's apartment after she goes too far during one of their weekly arguments. Who does he run off to? Well, none other than his incredibly sweet and attractive, totally not the don of the italian mafia, Uncle Tony. Tony doesn't realise it's his nephew at first, in fact, he thinks it's just a kink when he moans 'Uncle Tony!' while they fuck on the couch

💖🌸Thank you for the promt. 🌸💖

❗️❗️Warning! this contains Starker content and incest. Peter is 18 in this fic.❗️❗️

Peter was out of breath by the time he got to the tower. May had once again yelled at him, but this time she had taken it too far and slapped him. Peter’s eyes had filled with tears as the pain filled his cheek. May hitting him was the last straw. He couldn’t deal with it anymore, so he left.

The cold night air nipped at his bare legs. Peter didn’t grab any other clothing before he ran from the apartment. He had been lazing around in his shorts he usually wore around the house and oversized pink jumper. The sneakers he had were they only thing he was able to grab and quickly slip on.

Peter ran and stumbled around the city for an hour before he came to the decision to seek help from his uncle. He hadn’t seen his uncle since he was ten.

He always loved when his Uncle visited. He would spend time listening and playing with him, even remembered his birthday and brought gifts.

Peter lay in bed listening to his aunt yell at Tony the night of his tenth birthday. She told him he was going to destroy the family with what he was doing and that she didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Tony entered Peter’s room that night and kissed the top of his head. “Happy birthday Pete.” He whispered and left.

Peter had secretly been keeping track of his uncle since he left that night. He had kept his distance but knew that Tony was apart of something illegal. He put the pieces together and figured that was the reason why May never wanted to speak to him again.

The large tower loomed over him. This is where his uncle has lived for years now. Peter took a deep breath and entered. The doors opened to the lobby and he slowly made his way to the front desk.

“Excuse me, I am looking for Tony Stark. Do you know what floor I can find him on?”

The lady behind the desk rose an eyebrow at him. “Ahh you must be the boy he told me about. He is waiting up on the ninetieth floor for you.” She pointed to the elevator and then went back to focusing on the computer in front of her.

Confusion flooded over him. Tony was waiting for him? Had May called him to ask if he had shown up?

“th-thank you miss.” He stuttered out.

Peter heard her humm in response before he made his way over to the elevator and entered. He rubbed his thighs in hopes to warm them before he reached the correct floor. He was freezing with what little he had on.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened revealing a wide-open lounge room and kitchen area. Two guards were posited right at the elevator and startled the boy.

“Mr Stark will be here in a few minutes. Please sit and wait in the lounge for him.” The guard spoke in a rough deep voice.

Peter bit his bottom lip, the guard made him feel a little nervous “thank you.”

The room was quiet apart from his light footsteps to the couch and it made Peter slightly uncomfortable. The room was warm though and was immediately lessening his freezing state from before he entered. Most of the light in the room was coming from the lit fire place nearby the couch which made him smile. It reminded him of when his uncle would sit him on his knee and toast marshmallows.

The clack of shoes hitting the floor could be heard from the hallway to the right and then revealing the man he came to see.

Tony’s eyes met Peter’s and he smirked. “Wow kid. You look pretty young. You sure you’re eighteen?”

Peter’s heartbeat quickened. He didn’t realise until now how much he missed seeing him. “Y-yes. I am eighteen”

Tony sat across from him and filled a glass of scotch from the bottle on the side table next to him. “Aren’t you cold sweetheart?” he asked as he motioned to Peter’s bare legs.

Peter gulped at the nickname and nodded his head. “I didn’t have time to put on anything else.”

Tony hummed in understanding. “come here.” He requested as he pat his lap.

Peter’s eyes widened. He wanted him to sit of his lap?

Tony noticed the hesitation from the boy “Come and sit on my lap sweetheart. I’ll warm you up.”

Peter shakily got up from the chair and made his way over to Tony, biting his lip in nervousness but he was also getting excited. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Why was he getting so excited over sitting on his uncles lap?

“Don’t be Nervous. I won’t hurt you.” Tony carefully grabbed Peter’s hand and helped position him on his lap.

Tony brushed a curl behind Peter’s ear. “You are very pretty Baby.”

Peter blushed at the compliment. “Thank you” he whispered.

Tony’s hand moved so it was slowly rubbing his back and his other was allowing him to take a sip from his glass.

Peter eyed the glass. May had never allowed him to try any alcohol.

“Do you want some?” Tony asked. Noticing the boy’s fixation on it.

Peter shook his head slightly.” I am not allowed.”

Tony smirked “I know another way for you to try it.”

Before Peter could ask how, Tony put down his drink and kissed him. Peter gasped lightly in surprise, but that only made Tony cup his jaw and deepen the kiss, his tongue moving to explore Peter’s mouth.

Peter could taste the alcohol on his uncle’s tongue. He had always thought his uncle was an attractive man and kissing him made him have butterflies inside. The years his uncle was away and Peter secretly keeping track of him he had grown to fantasise about him. He had seen pictures of him in articles and he used them to get off sometimes. He knew it was wrong. It was his uncle, but he couldn’t help himself.

Peter moaned into the kiss and could feel himself harden in is shorts.

Tony pulled away to give them a breath of air, and then slowly placed kisses down the boy’s neck .He grabbed peter’s hips and pulled him completely into his lap, making both of their clothed erections touch, making them both moan and thrust his hips up slightly.

Peter gasped as Tony’s hips bucked up against him and tugged onto his hair. “Tony..”

“Does that feel good baby?” his uncle asked as he moved his hands up and under peter’s jumper.

The boy nodded his head “yes…Please it feels so good. I’ve imagined doing this for years.”

“I’ll take care of you baby. Don’t worry.” Tony assured him as he latched his mouth over Peter’s nipple. His tongue swirled over the nub and lightly bit down onto it.

“hnggg Tony” Peter gasped at the slight pain but it made him even harder.

Tony pulled the jumper up and over his head to reveal the boy’s chest completely.

Tony leant back and admired him, running his hands over his pale smooth skin. “You’re beautiful sweetheart.”

Peter blushed and rocket his hips into Tony as his response and the man groaned and shot forward to kiss at the boys neck again.

His hands ran down his back and dipped into the back of his shorts, running his finger against the boy’s hole.

Peter gasped at the contact and buried his face into his uncle’s neck.

“You sensitive baby?”

Peter nuzzled his face into his neck “I…I’ve never done this with anyone. It’s my first time.”

Tony stilled for a moment and then used his fingers to lift the boys chin. “You’ve never had sex baby?”

Peter shook his head.

“Ever used your fingers?”

Peter bit his lip. “I have tried a couple of times.”

Tony kissed the boy once more. “You are just perfect aren’t you baby. I will make you feel good. I promise.”

Peter trusted his uncle. He knew he wouldn’t hurt him.

Tony pulled out a tube from the draw at the side table and put some lube onto his fingers and going back to running them over his sensitive hole. “I’m going to put a finger in now okay.”

Peter tried his best to relax and then felt the finger prod and then slide into him. Peter couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped his lips. “oh my god..”

Tony moved his finger slowly, allowing the boy to adjust and then entered a second. He stretched the boy and was slowly making him fall apart. He was full of heavy moans and panting.

Tony entered a third finger and curved them trying to find the right spot.

Peter gasped, eyes wide and moaned “Oh my god Tony!” The boy wrapped his arms around the man’s neck.

“There it is” tony grinned in triumph. Tony removed his fingers and received a whine from the boy. “You ready for my cock now baby?”

“please” The boy begged “Please fill me up.”

Tony undid his pants and brought out his throbbing cock, giving it a few strokes before coating it in lube.

“Take your shorts off baby.”

Peter quickly stood, removed them and got back onto his uncles lap. Peter hovered over Tony’s dick, waiting for him to line it up to his hole.

Tony placed his hands on his hips and helped Peter slowly sink down onto his cock.

They both moaned as Peter bottomed out.

“Baby, you feel amazing.” Tonysaid as he started to thrust up into the boy.

The speed picked up, making Peter moan louder and louder.

“Tony…please. I am not ..going to last long” He spoke between thrusts.

“I want to see you cum just from my cock baby. No touching.”

Peter whined but complied with him. He could feel himself getting close. “Tony! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me baby.” He demanded.

“Tony!...Uncle!” Peter moaned as he let go and came all over his and Tony’s chest.

Peter tightened around his cock as he came, making Tony grunt and cum inside the boy.

Peter sat there for a moment to catch his breath and then slid off from his Uncle’s cock.

Tony brushed the boy’s curls from his sweaty forehead.

“You okay baby?”

Peter nodded his head as in laid on the man’s chest.

“Yes Uncle. That was amazing.”

Tony smirked at him.

“Is that a kink of yours? Calling me uncle?”

Peter looked up at Tony with a confused look, before the realisation hit him. “Tony?....did you not know?”

Tony looked at him just as confused. “Know what?”

“It’s me. Peter…. your nephew.”

Tony froze. “Peter?.....Parker?”

Peter sat up slightly. “May and I had a fight….I didn’t know where else to go. The lady at the desk said you were waiting for me.”

Tony placed his hand back onto Peter’s hip. “I didn’t know it was you kid….I am so sorry. I thought you were some twink I hired.”

Peter lowered his head.

“Pete…baby.” Tony lifted his chin with his fingers.

“I am glad it was you though.”

“wh-what? Really?”

Tony smiled and nodded.

“You have grown up to be so pretty baby. I have missed you so much”

Peter’s blush grew. “Thank you, uncle. I have missed you too”

Tony pecked his cheek. “What do you say we get cleaned up and get to know each other a bit more?”

Peter nodded happily. “I would like that. I would like that a lot.”

“Boss?...sorry to interrupt but the boy you hired has just arrived downstairs.” One of the guards stood off to the side. Peter because shy suddenly, realising that they had just had sex in front of them. They had been so quiet that he forgot they were even there.

Tony waved his hand at the man. “Send the boy away. I have a much prettier one I plan on keeping.”

Tony kissed Peter on the lips. “Is that what you want baby boy?”

“Yes uncle.”

[romyr4]

Sneaky behavior

Rating: not under 18

Warning: SMUT and FUCKING CHEMISTRY

A/n: This was something I started yesterday, but I had some personal things going on (nothing to do with a man of course :| ) so it is here now! 

They are sitting at the table while sipping their smoothies. Tony isn't paying any attention to what Masha is saying. He can only glance towards Frances every once in a while. Ever since their kiss, he can't stop thinking about what they could have if they just take it slow. Now he knows that he isn't great with going slow. It is all or nothing, just like in his career.

When he gazes towards Frances she catches his look and smiles towards him. Her straw going in and out of her mouth as she sucks on it. He groans softly and shifts in his seat. Slow man, you need to go slow.

Her face lights up at his reaction and she focuses back on Masha. He gets an idea all of a sudden and he finds a piece of paper in his pocket. He scribbles something down on it and his hand slides under the table until he meets Frances's knee. She almost jumps out of her chair and he snorts. The whole table looks at Frances who is having a red face at the moment.

Masha starts talking again and everybody focuses back on her. Tony smiles at Frances as he puts the piece of paper in her hand. He winks and then also focuses back on Masha, not that he is listening though. Frances looks shocked at the piece of paper before opening it.

Meet me under the tree at two

Buddy

She smiles at it and when Tony makes eye contact with her once more she nods towards him in an understanding of his message. They both know that making a connection in Tranquillum isn't forbidden, but somehow having no privacy makes it somehow a little wrong. And they really don't want to share their connection with anybody else yet.

Frances walks towards the tree as she knows it is almost two PM. She sighs as her nervousness takes over. The last time she was there with Tony they kissed like it would be the last time. His hands were all over her and she can still feel his beard tickle against her face.

She giggles at the thought of that happening again and nervousness makes room for anticipation. This man makes her feel in ways she hasn't been feeling in a long time. Ever since Paul Drabble, she has been closed off to this kind of feelings, but here she is.

The big tree can be seen from miles away and has a beautiful aura around it. The sun is shining through the leaves as she walks up to one of the roots and sits down on it just like before. The only difference now is that she doesn't feel high, she feels butterflies in her stomach.

She closes her eyes for a second to take in the sounds around her. The birds that are chirping and the leaves that are rustling from the wind. Her hair moves around her face as her fingertips slide over the wood. Her feet feel the ground beneath her and her mind is totally empty for the first time in months, maybe even years.

She can hear footsteps and she opens her eyes to see Tony staring at her from a distance. She smiles at him and he smiles back while walking towards her. "Hi." She says in a low voice as he stands in front of her. He goes down on his knees in front of her, just like that last time, and leans on the root with his hands on either side of her hips.

"Hi." He says back as his face is very close to hers. She can't resist and traces his beard with her fingers. He closes his eyes at the contact and she smiles at the way he reacts to her. With his eyes still closed she leans in and pecks him on the lips. His eyes open immediately and he leans in.

He captures her lips with his as his hands go to her waist and her hands grab his hair gently. Their tongues collide in a passionate and heated kiss as she moans against his lips. He leans in further and their bodies touch. Her face turns a little to deepen the kiss and he feels himself grow in his pants.

He can feel her nails scraping his scalp as his hands find her voluptuous ass. He breaks the kiss and latches on to her neck as they are both panting for air. She grabs a fistful of his hair and brings his mouth back to hers. It doesn't matter if they are having a lack of oxygen, she needs him right now.

He leans in a little further and she loses her balance and falls back, taking him with her. They are lying on top of each other but neither one is laughing like last time. They just look at each other and he kisses her lips again. She deepens the kiss as he moves in between her legs and she can feel his excitement.

Her anticipation spikes when she feels him poking against her thigh and she wraps her legs around his waist to get more friction between their heating spots. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels how large his shaft is and he breaks the kiss to look at her. "You okay?" She nods and grabs his face to kiss him again, she wants him more than anything.

Her dress is pulled up around her waist by the fall and his hand slides over the inside of her thigh and she moans against his lips. He breaks the kiss and brushes a fingertip over her panties. He looks at her and she bites her lip. He pulls her panties down as well as his pants. Without warning, she grabs his hard stick and pumps him. He groans loudly as he feels her hand moving over his erection.

She places his tip against her wet entrance and looks at him with hope in her emerald green eyes and he lowers his hips while entering her slowly. He sighs in content and closes his eyes as he pushes into her until he is fully inside of her. When he opens his eyes he sees her eyes filling with love and he pecks her lips.

His movements are slow and her hands travel over his shoulders and chest. He kisses her again and it is full of love and desire for the other. the motion of his hips goes a little faster as he feels himself creeping up towards a sweet release. Her walls clench him hard as he accelerates and plunges into her. Her breath comes out shaky as his hands go in between their bodies to get her to the top of her pleasure as well.

"Please." She whispers and he rams into her like there is no tomorrow. Her walls tighten and then she explodes around his shaft and he can't hold back any longer and releases himself inside her. They are both panting and he drops on top of her as his hands try to carry his weight, hoping his body won't crush her.

They stay connected for a while when a thought creeps into Tony's mind. "Uhm… Frances?" She looks up at him with her post-orgasmic gaze and it goes straight in between his legs. She puts one hand on his cheek and caresses him with her thumb.

"Yeah?" She says softly while smiling and looking his face over. His mind raises at the thought that keeps repeating itself.

"Please don't be offended, but you are in menopause right?" Her shocked face doesn't make it any easier and she pushes against his chest. He pulls out of her and sits up as she does the same. She doesn't look at him as she feels ashamed.

After a minute she looks up at him and he is still looking at her with a concerned face. "Yes, so don't worry." It comes out more bitter than she wanted it to be, but the thought alone of her being a mom makes her heart ache for something she is never going to have.

He feels guilty and hugs her. "I didn't mean it like that. I just… fuck Frances wouldn't it be nice though?" He hears her sob and his heart breaks for her as he knows that she wants nothing more than being a mom.

She nods her head as they keep each other safe under the tree where it all started for them.

[idreamofplaid]

Fallen - Chapter 2

Summary: Sam thought he had found happiness, but now his past is back to haunt him. Lucifer has claimed the throne of heaven, and it is his intention that Sam should finally fulfill his destiny as King of Hell.

Characters: Sam x Reader; Dean; Ruby

Word Count: 2621

Warnings: Non Con; Heavy Angst

A/N: This is a series I started some time ago. It has become the first in a project I’ve taken on that I’m calling “Finish the Series”. Each chapter of this one is based on a song. The song for Chapter 2 is “Hallelujah” by Rufus Wainwright. 

I’ve heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord

Reader’s POV

The pain you felt was sharp and stunning in its intensity. In this moment, the love you felt for Sam was tearing you apart. You put your hand over your still unchanged stomach and thought about the baby there, the baby you couldn’t feel yet but already loved. You carried a child that, for now, was yours alone.

You moved your fingers lightly over your abdomen trying hard to process what you had just seen. Could you ever forget how Sam looked with another woman’s hand down the front of his pants? Could you forget how he reacted to what she was doing to him?

A wave of nausea came over you; you sat down, leaned your back against a tree, and hoped it would pass.

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift

Dean had been silent since Sam and Ruby first emerged from the barn. He had been so quiet, crouched next to you in your hiding place, you’d almost forgotten he was there until he held your hair back from your face when you got sick. It was a few minutes before you sat back against the tree again. Dean pulled a black and white bandana from his back pocket and handed it to you. It felt soft and worn in your hand as you gingerly blotted your mouth with it. When you were done, Dean reached in another pocket and pulled out a wrapped peppermint. He held it out to you.

The plastic crinkled in your fingers when you took the little piece of candy. “Do you always carry these?”

“No. Mint settles your stomach. Thought it might help. Your morning sickness has been pretty bad.”

You opened the mint and slipped it into your mouth. The clean sweetness of the candy was welcome on your tongue. “How do you know what mint does, Dean?”

“Researching ingredients for spells, you learn a lot of things.” Dean worked his bottom lip. “Y/N, I know that looked bad. Really bad.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “He just... he wouldn’t turn his back on you. I know it. Sam wouldn’t do that.”

Your eyes glazed over, and your voice came out weak and broken; the sound of the wind blowing through the trees almost drowned out your words. “He did it to you. Because of her.”

Dean covered your hand with his. “That’s different, Y/N. Listen to me. Sam is in love with you. Forever kind of love. I don’t know what that was, but it damn sure wasn’t what it looked like. Sam’s stronger now than he was before. And smarter. There’s nothing she could do to make Sam forget you. Not a damn thing.”

“I wish I could believe that, Dean. Addiction makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do.” You stared hard at the empty candy wrapper in your hand. “I know I threw a fit to come with you, but I don’t want to go in there. I can’t. I can’t see what’s in there.”

Dean let go of your hand. He looked at you, and then dropped his eyes quickly from yours. When he looked back at you, his expression was steady and determined. “I’m going in there to get Sam, and I’m going to kill that bitch...again. So dead, she’s going to stay that way.”

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Sam’s POV

I wanted Ruby to just stop talking. For the past three weeks, she’d gone on and on about me taking over the reins of hell as the new king and how strong I’d be. Every time she talked about me taking over the throne, it was accompanied by her pawing all over me and pumping me full of more demon blood. Her hands on me brought back all kinds of memories I’d kept buried so deep they couldn’t hurt me. I didn’t know if I could deal with them if I let them come to the surface.

I couldn’t push them aside now. The guilt was the worst. I’d started the apocalypse because I believed her lies. I’d needed her. Not out of choice, but because there wasn’t anything else. Everything is different now, but my body doesn’t know that. I got hard, and she loved it. She enjoyed the fact I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it from happening.

She was grinding on me now. “Sam, you’re everything I remember, only better. Aren’t you ready to show me just how much better?”

She closed her hand around my cock and started to stroke. There was evil in her eyes. I should have seen it before. Her hand got faster, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn’t going to come. That, I could control. I refused to give her the satisfaction.

Her hand was pistoning on me, and her expression was filled with malice. She was going to try to wring the orgasm out of me. “You can’t fight me forever, Sam. You are going to give in. This is what you’re meant for.” I clenched my teeth hard. “I won’t let my Lord down, Sam. I will make you into who he wants you to be. I will deliver you to Lucifer strong, ruthless, and ready to be a king.”

I felt a resolution inside me sharper than any I’d felt before. “I’ll never be who you want me to be. Don’t you get it? This isn’t me. The part of me that matters is still in that bunker with Y/N. And you can never have it.”

Ruby’s eyes flashed fury before they went black. “That’s it, Sam. I’m done playing nice.” She flung my still hard dick out of her hand, grabbed a syringe filled with demon blood, jabbed it into my arm, and pushed the plunger down.

I thought I had won, but she pushed my open jeans down my hips. My erection was standing out over the top of my boxer briefs. “You’d better start fucking me, Sam, unless you want to find out all the fun things I can use to fuck that little slut of yours.”

I closed my eyes against the battle raging inside me. Your face was stuck in my head, smiling and beautiful the way I remembered. I reached out and grabbed her waist with my hands. Then I let them fall. I couldn’t do it. She wrapped her hand around the base of my dick and squeezed while she rolled my balls in her other hand. I was so hard it hurt. “No. Don’t.”

“Is that your final answer, Sam?”

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I kept my eyes closed. I wasn’t going to look at her. Any second now, she was going to sink down on me. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. “Sammy!”

My eyes flew open. “Dean!?”

Dean was pointing a gun at her, his eyes full of rage. “Make one more move on my brother, you hell whore, and I’ll change my mind about killing you fast.”

Dean had been carving devil’s traps into bullets again. He took one shot at Ruby, and she fell to the floor immobilized. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Dean sinking the demon blade into her.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof

Reader’s POV

When you walked into Sam’s room, he was sitting on the side of his bed. His shoulders were slumped, and his forearms were propped on his legs. He sat up when he saw you. His expression was strained and his eyes looked tired. You knew his back between his shoulder blades was filled with knots. You’d loosened them up so many times after a hunt, massaging and rubbing your hands over all the tight places until he melted beneath your touch.

The urge to go to him was strong, but the uncertainty was stronger. Dean had explained to you that Sam wouldn’t start withdrawal from the blood for another few hours, but that wasn’t what scared you the most. Sam started to smile when he saw you, then stopped. He bowed his head, and you watched his hair fall over his cheek.

Sam’s voice was quiet. “Will you come closer?” He looked back at you, and you took a deep breath as you searched his eyes. “I won’t touch you. I just...don’t want...to forget how you smell.” He dropped his head again.

You could feel tears stinging the back of your eyes. You took three steps toward him and stopped. “Sam, I...I don’t know who you are.”

He lifted his head. As he talked, tears filled his eyes. “I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you.”

Tears ran down your cheeks. “You did, Sam. I saw you with her, outside the barn. I saw what she did.”

Sam started shaking his head. He was crying now too. “I was faithful to you, Y/N. She wanted me to cheat; she tried to make me cheat, but I didn’t. I let her do that because she threatened you, and I had to keep you safe.”

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

You closed the distance between you and stood before him. You brushed the hair back from his face, and Sam looked up at you, tears still in his eyes. “Please believe me, Y/N.”

You’d picked up the habit of wearing layers from Sam and Dean. You slipped out of your over shirt and held it out to Sam. He took it from you, tightening his fingers around it. “I love you, Sam, but until you’re sober; I don’t know what’s true.”

You backed out of the room. Sam watched every step. As soon as the door closed behind you, you collapsed against it.

She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair

It had been going on for two days. You hovered outside the door listening to Sam calling your name. He didn’t sound mad, just alone and in pain. Dean had been careful to put Sam in a room far away from yours while he detoxed, but no distance between you could stop you from hearing Sam’s voice in your head.

You were outside the room now, on the floor with your back against the wall, listening to Sam’s cries. Dean came walking down the hall carrying a bottle of Gatorade and a straw. He stopped when he got to where you were sitting. “You okay?”

“Dean, how long is he gonna be like this?” You could hear Sam moaning on the other side of the door. Dean contemplated the bottle in his hand pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and dragging his teeth across it as he released it. “I can’t take much more, Dean.”

Dean gentled his voice. “He doesn’t have as much blood in him as last time. If.... I don’t know, Y/N. I just don’t know.”

Baby, I’ve been here before; I’ve seen this room, and I’ve this floor

Sam’s POV

My mouth was dry and another cramp was twisting through my stomach. My hands were shaking, but I held onto the shirt you gave me. I pressed it against my face and breathed in. It smelled like vanilla and some kind of flower. You. “Y/N. Y/N!” You wouldn’t hear me. If you could, I’d tell you how sorry I am and beg you to forgive me. I’m a junkie again. Regardless of why I did it, it got me here. Without you. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball holding onto all of you I had, your shirt and my memories.

Love is not a victory march; it’s a cold, and it’s a broken hallelujah

Two Months Earlier

I was pulling at your bottom lip, kissing you, wanting you. The taste of you and the sweet sounds you were making filled me up with wanting you. I pushed my tongue deeper into your mouth; you moved under me, and I felt myself get harder. Your skin against mine was warm, soft. Touching you filled me with the promise and the hope that we’d have this always.

You lifted your hips, and I knew you were ready. I pushed into you a little at a time. Your muscles tightened around me, and my breath caught in my throat. You gave yourself to me, and I lost myself in you. I came that night whispering, “I love you.”

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I opened my eyes to stare at a brick wall in a room that wasn’t mine, in a bed you’d never been in. Your shirt was still in my hands. I brought it to my nose, smelled it again, and closed my eyes willing my dream to be real again.

The Holy Dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was hallelujah

Reader’s POV

You sat in the middle of the bed in Sam’s room with the blankets wrapped around you making a cocoon that was a feeble attempt to block out reality. This room was where you’d known your greatest joy. It was the place where you and Sam had slept in each other’s arms, where you had woken up to his smile, and where he’d first told you he loved you. It was where you had conceived your child.

You ran your hand over his pillow, remembering. It wasn’t hard to picture him there, golden skin against the white sheets. It wasn’t hard to remember the sound of his breathing, steady and peaceful. You saw his hazel eyes every time you closed your own.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You clutched the blankets to your chest, bracing yourself for whatever was about to happen. “Come in.”

Maybe there’s a god above

Dean looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Maybe he hadn’t. “Y/N, I think you should see Sam. He’s too weak now to do anything that could hurt you. We might be losing him.”

“No, Dean, no.” You shook your head, held onto the blankets, and the tears came again.

It’s not a cry you hear at night...it’s a cold, and it’s a broken hallelujah

Nothing could have prepared you for how Sam looked. Helpless wasn’t a word you would have ever used to describe Sam, but that’s how he looked now. You sat down next to him and gently pushed his damp hair off his forehead. His skin was hot to the touch. The fever had made him almost non responsive.

“Y/N?” Sam tried to raise his hand; it fell back down on the bed.

You took his hand in yours. “I’m here, Sam. I’m here.” You stroked your thumb across his cheek in an attempt to comfort him. “Dean, he needs new clothes. Bring me some. Second drawer in his chest on the right side. And bring some water and a washcloth.”

It didn’t take Dean long to return with the things you’d asked for. He helped you undress Sam so you could bathe him. The only sound Sam made was a soft whimper. When he was dressed in fresh clothes, Dean left you alone with him.

You took Sam’s hand in yours again. “Sam, please hear me. Come back to me. I love you, and I need you. We’re going to have a baby, Sam.” You raised his hand to your lips and kissed it. “Come back to us.” You put his hand down by his side, and brushed his hair back from his forehead. One of your tears landed on his cheek. “Sam?”

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Kinktober Prompt Fill #10: Pinwheel

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Summary: Ranch!AU - Peter seduces Tony into fucking him in the hay attic. Warnings: Seducing, Pinwheel, Mention of a Riding Crop, Half-Dressed Fuck, Dirty Talk, ‘Merican Accents

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Peter has a good ass. Full stop. That’s all the information anybody needs. It’s irrefutable. No one would deny it. Could deny it. Obviously, Tony feels disgusting for thinking it, but the way Peter arches his back- the way he sticks his butt out when he puts his foot in the stirrup as he climbs onto Bolt, his trusted mare, is near-damn obscene. Tony knows the boy is doing it for him, that he is trying to get into his pants. He’s been quite vocal about it too- well, not really to Tony himself, but the other stable hand, Michelle, has gotten quite an earful about what Peter thinks of the ranch owner. What he wants Tony to do to him. And shit, does he want to do it to Peter as well. Little did Peter and Michelle know that he could hear them. Often. And it had him rock hard every time. Tony doesn’t even hide his erection in his tight denim pants, sauntering through the exterior arena in his cowboy boots as Peter and Bolt circle him. Peter is obviously over-bucking his hips in the saddle with every step Bolt takes, grinding down into his seat. He rides his horse with an infuriatingly sensual grace. When Bolt has warmed up enough, Peter innocently turns his head to look at Tony and cocks his head. “Faster?” Tony swears inwardly as he nods, clearing his throat before speaking. “Speed up to a trot.” ... When Tony and Peter walk down the stables, it’s already late. Tony’s cowboy heels click with every step, the pinwheels at the ends clanking softly. Everyone has gone home and the horses curiously stick their heads out to watch the two men strolling the building. Peter stuck around, as he always does. Right when Tony turns to walk out and lock the barn door, he spots an empty trough. “Eric forgot to give Seven hay today.” He pauses, annoyed. “Again.” Tony straightens his back and takes a glance at Peter. “Mind helpin’ me fetch some for her?” “Of course, Mister Stark.” The mischievous gleam in his eye says enough. Peter planned this. It’s not long before they reach the attic where they store all the hay. Peter insists on going up the ladder first. For obvious reasons. Tony climbs after him, eyes locked on the round cheeks straight ahead. Peter sways his hips seductively, so it’s no surprise that the second they reach the top, he grabs Peter by the belt and tosses him against the hay stack, kissing him feverishly while cupping Peter’s pert butt. Peter doesn’t even act surprised. Instead, he grins, knowing he won the game. “About time, Sir,” he quips with a smirk, mingling their hot breaths with a chuckle. Tony just growls, shrugging his casually unbuttoned red and faded yellow gingham shirt off his shoulders. Peter rushes to rip Tony’s tank top off his chest. When Tony reaches for his belt, Peter stops him. “Me first?” He bats his eyelashes innocently, making Tony scoff darkly. “Needy, needy,” he tuts, caressing Peter’s jaw before undressing him, peppering his nose and lips with soft kisses. Peter’s blush goes all the way down his chest, cock standing tall and proud. He whines when Tony pulls back, loosening his own belt and unzipping his fly to take out his dick. He casually leans back until he sits down on the stack and he pats his denim jeans invitingly. He sinks into the hay slightly, leaning back until he’s comfortable enough. The straw tickles and scratches his back, but with the sight that’s in front of him, the things that are about to happen, he couldn’t care less. “Come here, baby.” Tony’s voice is coated with honey, dripping with lust. “It’s time you rode a steed.” Peter’s cock jumps at Tony’s words and he whimpers softly, nodding. His sassiness is crumbling with every passing second and Tony sure loves watching Peter fall apart. Peter lines himself up, but Tony shakes his head. “Tsk, you’ve been teasing me with that ass for weeks, boy.” He rolls his shoulders and cocks an eyebrow. “Turn around.” Peter complies and not much later his obscene moans echo through the barn as he stretches himself on Tony’s shaft. “That’s it, boy, roll those hips, arch your back, show off your pretty cheeks.” Tony doesn’t care to move as Peter starts squeezing and grinding. It feels delicious and if Tony didn’t have any self-control he could come just looking at the mesmerizing image of Peter’s round butt jiggling slightly with every movement. He watches the boy clench and unclench, muscles tightening with every push down into Tony’s groin. “S-so good, fuck-“ Peter yelps softly when a sudden smack hits his ass cheek. If only Tony had a riding crop right now. “Speed up to a trot,” Tony says with a grin. Peter lets out a high pitched chuckle, but speeds up anyways, barely able to keep himself upright. His hands move to find balance on Tony’s legs, but they stop when they graze past the leather cowboy boots. There’s a slight pause in his movement, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Another smack lands on his ass. Tony wiggles his feet, creating noise with the metal at his heels. “Didn’t tell you to slow down, wouldn’t want me to use my pinwheels on ya… Would ya?” Tony can’t stop smirking, relishing in Peter’s moans. Alright then… Tony sniffs once, allowing Peter to pick up the pace again. “Take ‘em off,” he orders. Peter doesn’t immediately reply, unsure of what Tony means with it. So, Tony moves his feet again. “Take. ‘Em. Off.” “Yes, Sir.” This time, Peter doesn’t halt his ass grinding against Tony’s groin. Tony is panting at this point, basking in the drag of Peter’s insides around him. Peter’s hands work expertly to pull the shoes off Tony’s feet. Once the second one is off, Tony suddenly sits up straight, grabbing Peter by the waist and pushing in until his mouth is right at Peter’s ear. “Oh, would ya look at that,” Tony sighs, looking down at Peter’s hard and leaking cock. He takes the second shoe out of Peter’s hand, twisting it until the pinwheel is pointing their way. At the same time, he start thrusting up into Peter, eliciting the most delicious moans from him. Peter’s head falls back against Tony’s chest, angling into the crook of his neck. “So hard. So horny.” “Been wantin’ to ride you for weeks, Sir-“ Peter pants. “Thank you, thank you-“ “Mmm, good boy,” Tony coos, sucking marks on Peter’s shoulder. “Ya gonna come for me, Petey? Are you close?” Peter nods feverishly, pushing back into Tony harder and harder. Tony smirks, looking down over Peter’s shoulder to the boy’s neglected, leaking cock. He brings the pinwheel from his boot closer and closer until it grazes past. Tony rolls the pinwheel from the base of Peter’s shaft to the tip and back. Peter wails, taking all of Tony’s thrusts and attention until his pleasure reaches its crescendo. He spills all over Tony’s boot, shuddering aggressively and the sight results in Tony only needing a few more thrusts before combusting himself.