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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
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      Published: 2014-09-28 Updated: 2017-11-04 Chapters: 17/? Words: 13703
****** Short and Smutty Slash ******
by Write_Eat_Sleep_Repeat
Summary
     These are just a few smutty requests I've done (a few are my own
     making)
     1)JohnDave; Top!John
     2)Destiel; Morning Blowjobs
     3)Sterek; Rimming
     4)Sabriel; Riding/Topping from the bottom
     5)DirkJake; Vibrators
     6)Wincest-Dean/Sam; Butt Plugs
     7)JohnDave; Spanking and Bondage
     8)Thorki; Jealous sex
     9)Stackson; Daddy Kink
     10)Destiel; Daddy Kink again
     11)Stucky; Bottom!Steve
     12)Stackson; SluttyBottom!Jackson
     13)DirkJake; Hair Pulling
     14)Scisaac; Daddy Kink the third
     15)DirkJake; Crossdressing
     16)DirkJake; Teacher/Student
     17)Hiddles/Chris2; Underage (Depending on where you live)-IN PROGRESS
     (Currently taking a break from this)
     18)SuperBat; Hate Sex
     19)Merthur; After Near Death Experience-IN PROGRESS
     20)Sabriel; Wing kink-IN PROGRESS
***** JohnDave 1-Top!John *****
Chapter Summary
     Dave gets a new experiance.
Chapter Notes
     Word of warning; I'm not a Homestuck fan. This was done for my BFF
     who loves JohnDave.
     These two bbz can be as old as you want them to. There's no ages
     specified and that means they can be as young or old as you want :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Each touch was a spark of pleasure but it burnt like fuck. Dave whimpered
slightly as he felt the blunt head of John's cock push into him. He'd had
three, four of John's fingers inside him before this but it was still too much
and he inhaled, curling his hands in the pillowcase as John stilled to let him
get used to the feeling. Only when he was filled to the brim of John's dick did
he let out the breath he'd been holding in which eased the burn but not enough.
He felt a soft kiss being pressed to the side of his neck and there were words
floating from John's mouth but the blond couldn't hear them properly over the
sound of his heartbeat in his ears, he had no idea how John could handle this.
Against what he though would happen, Dave started to like it and he tried
rocking his hips to get John to move. The move of John's cock inside him
was...pleasurable enough but John was getting most of the stimulation. At least
until the head of John's dick hit Dave's prostate and holycrap that was the
best feeling, like, ever because a huge zing of pleasure coursed through his
body and made him moan loudly. The noise only drew on for longer when John
wrapped his hand around Dave's dick and started stroking. It didn't take long
before Dave shot his load across his chest and that made John try that little
bit harder to get himself over the edge. When he did reach that peak, he pulled
out of Dave softly and added his cum to the mess already on his boyfriend's
chest and stomach.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames help me cook my food.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Destiel 1-Oral Sex *****
Chapter Summary
     Cas has a little kink, Dean wishes he could tell him how hot that is.
Chapter Notes
     Warning;I fucking love Destiel.
     That's all.
     Actually, I should tell you about the whole thing of 'Sammy is asleep
     in the same room' and 'Dean has a gag in his mouth' and 'Castiel is a
     kinky little fuck who should never try and be like big brother
     Gabriel'.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The moan that Dean would have let loose was muffled around the fabric bunched
up in his mouth. The whole thing was unfair. OK, 75% was unfair. 25% was pretty
fucking awesome. But still. Cas looked really fucking hot from where Dean could
see him but, because the angel was kinkier than baby blue eyes would suggest,
the hunter had to stay quiet or else he'd wake Sam. Who was asleep in the other
bed. While Cas drove Dean insane with his fucking mouth and his lips stretched
around Dean's cock. Dean really had no clue when Cas had gotten awesome at
sucking dick but he didn't really care when Cas was actually sucking his dick.
Because he was too busy, ya know, having his dick sucked by an angel of the
lord. But let's go back to why this whole thing (75% of it) was unfair. All
Dean could do was look at how hot Cas looked when he looked at the hunter
through his lashes, he could tangle his fingers in Cas' hair but he couldn't do
much more than that. Every time he tried thrusting into the heat of Cas' mouth,
all Cas had to do was softly place a hand on Dean's hip and he'd be incapable
of moving  as long as Cas' hand was there and the angel was going stupidly slow
and Dean couldn't even beg (not that he begged anyway) because, oh yea, he's
fucking gagged. Dean had been on the edge of shooting his load for about five
minutes and he could tell Cas was liking seeing him like this, the sadist,
because he kept on trying to drag it out for longer.
After a few more minutes of that, when Sam started to seem like he was going to
wake up, Cas finally went quicker and  let Dean thrust into his mouth. After
about two minutes Dean's thrusts stuttered a bit and he came heavily. Cas
swallowed every last bit of his cum and, with that, Dean almost forgave Cas.
But only almost, because he was going to get revenge.
 
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are used to burn Twilight books
     Hope ya liked :)
     (this one didn't go as well as I wanted it to)
***** Sterek 1-Rimming *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek thinks Stiles looks just delicious in red.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Stiles is wearing a dress and Derek has his tongue in
     Stiles' asshole. Stiles is also 17.
     (And 'Nom nom nom' by Parry gripp came on when I was writing this. I
     have officially lost faith in my phone)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The tight red dress was straining at the front, a small wet patch where precome
had leaked from Stiles' cock. The bottom of the dress, just at Stiles' ass, was
bunched up at his hips and Derek hadn't even took the cape off the teen. It was
one of Stiles' amazing  ideas to come over in a dress and red hood but he was
also going to blame Ashleigh for that because 1)Ashleigh was the one who gave
him all the dresses and 2)She carried on calling him 'Little Red' so...Yea. He
didn't expect Derek to like his costume so much that he decided 'screw the pack
who are gonna be here in five minutes, I should drag my Mate upstairs and fuck
him'. But Stiles really didn't care. Not when he could feel Derek's tongue go
from teasing the rim of his hole to pushing in. The only noises from the
human's mouth were soft gasps, moans of Derek's name and curses that the human
ear wouldn't have caught. Stiles was always like that, so loud in public but
you get him in a sexual situation then he'll hardly make any noise, so Derek
was always trying to make him scream but it was too risky now. The pack was
downstairs, Derek could hear them; Erica and Lydia chatting, Jackson and Scott
talking to each other because Stiles and Danny weren't there (Danny was busy
with his new boyfriend Josh), Ashleigh playing her guitar while babbling to
Isaac. He'd stopped listening to the pack about two seconds after he heard the
first one come in, because at that time he was already in his bedroom with
Stiles and was kissing him. And now that he was tongue-fucking the human, he
cared even less.
Stiles reached down and started jerking his cock, groaning as Derek inserted a
finger into his ass along with his tongue. He came with another soft moan and
fell boneless against the bed. When Derek lay next to him, he could feel the
Alpha's dick press against his thigh and he felt a bit sorry for the wolf.
Luckily, Stiles has the refractory time of a 17 year old.
Chapter End Notes
     Ash is the OC, she's in my main Teen Wolf fanfic that I'm going to
     post when I've got a few chapters done.
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are used to light candles so mah boiz and gurlz can have
     romantic meals
     Hope Ya enjoyed :)
***** Sabriel 1-Riding *****
Chapter Summary
     Sammy's long hair has its uses.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Dean walks in on Sabriel sexeh times. And Sam has his hair
     pulled. And Gabriel rides a moose ;D.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The noises were bouncing off the walls of the motel, all blissful wanton moans.
Gabriel was above Sam, head thrown back and hands braced on Sam's thighs as he
rode the hunter. Sam ran his hands up Gabriel's body and rolled the archangel's
nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Gabriel moved slightly so his
face was hovering above Sam's. It made the angle pretty weird but it allowed
Gabriel to curl his fingers in Sam's hair and tug backwards. The sudden
roughness of the pull made Sam and groan and buck his hips upwards, the groan
turning into a full on moan when Gabriel latched onto Sam's neck and started
sucking a bruise into the skin, nipping a bit and moaning as the taller man put
his hands on Gabriel's hips and pulled him down as Sam thrust up. The noises
Gabriel would have made, moans and almost screams, were muffled but Sam could
still hear them too clearly, could feel the vibrations on his neck as Gabriel's
tongue traced his pulse point and moaned. Those noises drowned out the sound of
the door opening. And the almost shouted curses that Dean let out at the sight
of his baby brother fucking an angel. And the door slamming behind Dean as he
fled to scoop his eyes out with his car keys. Gabriel heard. And he made sure
to move away from Sam's neck to moan loudly, loud enough that Dean could hear
from outside.
Dean couldn't look his brother in the eye for weeks and made sure to get
revenge, with a little bit of help from Castiel.  :D
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are harvested and shot off into space to make new stars for me
     to wish on :3
     Hope ya enjoyed
***** DirkJake1-Sex Toys (Vibrator) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dirk and Jake get a bit adventurous.
Chapter Notes
     Again, I'm not a Homestuck fan but I'm doing this for my friend Eve.
     There's no dialogue so I can't F it up.
     Warning; There's a vibrator
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was the first time they'd tried it, to be fair. They'd tried Jake on top and
Dirk on top and it seemed they both liked being fucked just as much as doing
the fucking so they came up with an idea. Well, Jake came up with it and Dirk
went along with it because he wanted to try it once.
Dirk would fuck Jake, and Dirk would have a vibrator up his ass. And, so far,
the plan was going well. Dirk was above Jake and Jake had a great view of Dirk
opening himself up with three fingers. When Dirk deemed himself open enough to
take the toy, he pulled his fingers out slowly and...Started opening Jake up.
Not that Jake had any objection to that because he didn't. The feeling of being
stretched open was amazing, with Dirk's fingers brushing against his prostate
but never purposefully touching that spot. Then Dirk lubed the toy up and
inserted it into his ass. When it was fully in, he was breathing heavily, face
too close to Jake's and Jake took that opportunity to tilt his head slightly
and capture Dirk's lips in a sweet kiss. Dirk moaned into the kiss and blindly
reached for the condom, almost tearing it in half in his haste to open it. He
rolled the latex onto his hard cock and slowly pressed his dick into Jake's
ass. He kept on giving Jake soft kisses until he was fully seated inside him.
They caught their breaths and then Dirk reached behind himself and clicked the
button on the vibrator, causing the waves to go through him and make him moan
loudly. He started fucking into Jake but the combination of how tight the walls
of Jake's ass were around his cock and to the feeling of the toy in his ass was
a little bit too much for Dirk and he came almost embarrassingly quickly. He
just had enough energy to pull out of Jake, take the toy from his own ass and
throw the condom away before he was lying down next to Jake, asleep almost the
second his head hit the pillow.
He made it up to Jake in the morning. Twice.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are used to set off rainbow fireworks.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Wincest 1: Dean/Sam-Sex Toys (Butt Plug) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean missed his little brother. Especially how he moans.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Sibling incest and crappy dirty talk.
     I actually have dialogue in this one but it's a bit shit so...yea. No
     hate.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I missed this, Sammy." Dean said in a slightly strained voice. The sight was
just too perfect; Sam lay on his back while Dean pistoned three fingers in and
out of his brother's tight hole "Almost forgot how wrecked you get when I do
this." Because Sam was always a wreck like this. His usually filled-to-the-brim
brain having no idea how to assess all the sensations that Dean gave him. Both
boys knew it was wrong and really messed up but they just couldn't help it.
Dean couldn't help it, not when Sam was like this underneath him before either
of them had even touched his cock. They can't even remember how it started,
just that they went from one day sleeping in the same bed and the next day Sam
was moaning while Dean jacked him off. They were both underage at that point
but Dean still knew he should have known better.
"Dean, please. I'm ready now, please just fuck me." Sam groaned. Dean took in
his brother's appearance as he slicked up his cock; Sam's cheeks were red and
his chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, Dean's eyes drifted down
to Sam's stretched out asshole which was red and gaping. With a soft groan,
Dean started to enter Sam, the tight walls of his brother giving a sweet
friction that made Dean almost cum right then.
"How the fuck are you still like this? I'd have thought you'd fuck yourself on
one of your toys."
"Couldn't. Jess would..." Sam's sentence was cut of when Dean jerked his
hips sharply. When he was fully inside Sam, Dean started an evil pace that put
too much presure on Sam's prostate but still not enough to get the taller man
off. Dean wrapped a hand around his little brother's dick and stroked twice
before Sam came with a moan. His mucles tightened around Dean's cock and that
was it. Dean rested his forehead on Sam's chest and groaned into his brother's
skin as he came. When he had the energy, he pulled out of his brother and took
the plastic plug from the bedside table. He inserted it into Sam and reveled in
the sleepy moan that escaped his lips. Dean only used the plug to keep Sam open
for round 2, Plus he liked knowing that his brother would have Dean's spunk in
him for as long as the plug was in "Missed you, Dean." Sam said in a soft
voice.
"Missed ya to little bro." Dean pulled his brother into a hug and they fell
asleep like that.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are used to help with ritualistic sacrifices to the dark lord
     Satan
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** JohnDave 2-BDSM *****
Chapter Summary
     John puts on his bossy pants.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Spanking and butt plugs, 17 year olds fucking.
     I was going to have another JohnDave thing here but since someone
     requested a JohnDave, I'm sure I can save the other one for later.
     This is for Homestuckian, sorry for the huge delay.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dave smiled to himself as he walked forwards. John was gaping slightly at what
Dave had just said to him, as though he couldn't believe it "W-What?"
"I said that I want you to tie me up." Dave said casually and as though John
couldn't refuse him "It's just a thing that I've been thinking about."
"A-and you want me to tie you up?"
"That's what I said." Dave said with a sigh "If you don't want to..."
"I didn't say I don't want to." John said quickly, and that made Dave's eyes
widen slightly "I want to." Dave smiled a bit and stalked forwards.
John held the rope loosely in his hands and looked at Dave, who was naked on
the bed "Lie on your stomach." He said suddenly, making Dave instantly do as he
was told. John tied the rope around his wrists and attached them to the
headboard and then stepped back. Dave shifted a bit when John didn't move or
touch him.
"John, what the fuck are you doing?" Dave whined.
"Shut your whore mouth." John snapped, making Dave suddenly stop his
movements "You wanted this, so you're going to take what I fucking give you."
He grabbed Dave's hips and pulled them up so Dave's ass was stuck in the air
and exposed. John made a small happy sound and tied the rope, connecting Dave's
ankles to the bed while still keeping Dave's hips raised. He walked across the
room with padding footsteps across the carpeted floor, going to his desk and
opening the drawer. He took out his wooden ruler that he never used other than
for homework and walked to Dave "You wanted me to do this, wanted me
to...dominate you, i guess. And you're going to try and rush what I want to do?
That's not right, Dave. You're meant to keep quiet and accept what I give you.
It was your choice." Dave moved slightly again and John slapped the ruler
softly against his own hand, just enough to make a sound that made Dave jump a
bit "Are you ready?" John said almost conversationaly. Dave whimpered deep in
his throat and shifted again nervously. John took that as a 'yes' so raised his
arm slightly and brought the wood down against the bare skin of Dave's butt.
Dave cried out when the impact was rougher than expected but John could hear
the quiver of a moan in the midst of the noise. That noise, along with the
realisation that Dave was hard as hell and was trying to spread his legs wider,
made John have to palm the hardness in his jeans to relieve some of the ache.
John hit Dave four more times and each time it was in a different spot of his
ass; under the first hit, on the other cheek, right at the base of his spine
and again on the first hit. His ass was slightly pink by the time John put the
ruler down, and they were both panting softly. John was done with Dave's
punishment and went over to the taller boy, simply undoing his jeans and taking
his cock out. He got the lube from the bedside table and was about to slick his
fingers up.
"John?" Dave said softly befre John could even open the tub. John 'hmm'd for
him to continue "You don't...I'm already open." He said, making John's eyebrows
shoot up into his hairline. He went behind Dave and lifted his already raised
hips ever so slightly. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the plug and
he hit Dave's ass very lightly.
"Someone's impatient." He said "Did you do this before I came in?" Dave whined
a 'yes' and John smiled as he pulled the butt plug out of the bound boy. He
took enough time to slick his cock up and then buried his member into the tight
heat of Dave's ass. He took a fast pace as he fucked into Dave, pulling moans
from the blond and making him whimper every time the head of John's dick hit
against Dave's prostate. Dave came first, moaning into the pillow as his hips
bucked uselessly forward against the restraints. When Dave climaxed, the walls
of his ass clentched around John and pulled the orgasm from the smaller boy.
John untied Dave, rubbing his wrists and ankles to get the circulation back to
normal, and then got up to get Dave some water. He helped the blond drink
before tidying everything up and lying next to him.
"Thanks." Dave mumbled as he was drifting off to sleep.
"Anytime." John smiled, kissing Dave softly and tracing random shapes on his
skin before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames are used for fireshows.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Thorki 1-Jealous sex *****
Chapter Summary
     Loki is Thor's. He knows this, Thor knows this. Not everyone knows
     this, and Loki loves that.
Chapter Notes
     Warning:Possessive behaviour, Semi-dressed sex, (very bad) Dirty
     talk, excessive use of the words 'Slut' and 'Whore; and sort-of-
     incest, I guess...Maybe? I mean, they aren't biological brothers but
     they WERE brought up as such. Meh, who cares? I've written worse, I'm
     writing worse, I WILL write worse.
     This is a request from JoeAverage, who I really hope enjoys this :D.
     If you don't then I'm sorry. I've never really written Thorki
     Sorry for the wait. I'm just a huge procrastinator and I apologize
     greatly, I'll try to be more attentive but that may amount to nothing
     because I can't even complete my coursework on time. *Three cheers
     for procrastination and potential slipping grades thanks to excessive
     over-thinking!*
     (Wow, my start notes are getting longer by the second)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Thor slammed Loki against the door the second that the lock hit home, making
Loki let out a noise that was half of a painful groan and half of a laugh as
Thor started pulling the trickster's trousers off. He'd expected this, what
with all of the games he'd been playing recently. Thor grabbed Loki's wrists
and pinned the smaller man's hands above his head against the door. Loki
smirked, unseen by his brother, and squirmed in Thor's strong grip. Loki knew
how possessive Thor got, and the sex after he'd got jealous was always amazing,
so he did what he did best. He played games and tricks and teased. The teasing
was his favourite part because it drove both him and Thor insane if done for
too long, but now there was no time for teasing.
And he knew this as Thor's fingers pressed against the plug that Loki had
inside him to keep him open. A low noise came from deep in Thor's throat as he
felt the hard plastic at his brother's hole and he twisted it as he pulled it
out, leaving the ring of muscle clenching at nothing and wanting to be filled.
Who was Thor to deny it? He didn't even take his trousers off fully, just
unzipped and took out his hard cock before pushing into Loki's still slicked
entrance, fully sheathing himself in a single thrust that made them both moan
"Loki." Thor moaned into the trickster's ear "You feel so good, Loki. So hot
around my cock, like a good little slut." Loki whined a bit and rocked back as
Thor thrust into him hard "Of course you like it, you whore. I should tie you
up and leave you for anyone to use." He half-growled, thrusting harder. Loki
could do nothing, useless to even try to do anything with the grip Thor had on
his arms, apart from try and push back into the rocking of Thor's hips and moan
soft pleas of 'Yes' and 'more' "You're going to be a good whore for me, and cum
on my cock aren't you?" Loki nodded a bit, mind lust-filled and  eyes closed
tightly "Just from me fucking you, just from me filling you up like you beg me
to." Loki let his head fall forwards so that his forehead was pressed against
the hard wood of the door as his body was rocked forwards and backwards with
each deep jerk of Thor's hips, feeling it and taking it with his whole body
while moans were pushed out of him and bruises started forming on his wrists.
Soon Thor's movement lost rythm and he finally circled his hand around Loki's
hard dick, giving up on the 'just from my cock' part so that Loki would cum
before he did. It hardly took three jerks for Loki to spill his load across
Thor's fist and the door and Thor fucked him through it until he came as well,
painting his brother's insides with his cum and groaning as he did. Loki
secretly relished in the warm feeling, knowing that the next time they had sex
Thor would be sweet and he'd use protection. That's why Loki got him jealous.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Stackson 1-Daddy Kink *****
Chapter Summary
     Jackson won't finish until Stiles gives in.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Daddy Kink, Jackson is a douche. Really, he's a hugemungous
     douche-canoe
     I have never ever in my life written Stackson so I apologise for
     this. I haven't got past season 1 of teen wolf so Douche Jackson is
     all I know. This was a request from a guest who I hope likes it. I'm
     not sure I did it to my best ability but I sure tried :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"There's no way that...ah. There's no way you're gonna make me say it." Stiles
said to Jackson, a defiant tone to the sentence but that was betrayed by how
easily and willingly he was taking the pounding that Jackson was giving him,
meeting each thrust halfway so that it felt better for both of them.
"C'mon Stilinski. Just say it." Jackson said smugly "Admit you like it." Stiles
closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the cold wooden bench. He had no
idea how it escalated to this at all. One second Jackson was douching around
and slamming him into the lockers like the boy was a ragdoll and the next
second Stiles was on his knees while Jackson fucked into him. It wasn't like
Stiles hadn't stuck anything up his ass before, he'd fingered himself literally
five minutes before Jackson had cornered him asking about Scott, but it was
that a) There was a cock up his ass and b)Jackson was fucking him. His love
rival for Lydia was taking his ass-ginity and Stiles, he's too proud to admit,
was loving it "Say it." Jackson urged "Or I'll tell everyone how much you love
having cocks in your ass."
"Then they'll find out-ugh-how much you love-fuck-having your cock up guys
asses, won't they?" His voice wavered a bit as Jackson carried on fucking him,
the skinnier boy gripping the edge of the bench "Ah." Stiles breathed softly
"Fuck, Jackson!" He hadn't meant to moan at all, and especially not Jackson's
name, but his prostate had been hit straight on and it was too hard to hold
back the noises. Jackson counted that as a win and tried to do it a bit more
regularly, a bit harder, fucking in a bit deeper.
"Say it Stilinski." Stiles was close to cumming, with the repeated almost abuse
that his prostate was taking, and Jackson seemed to be able to tell that by the
other teen's body language because he suddenly gripped the base of Stiles'
cock, preventing him from tipping over the edge "Say it, and I'll let you cum."
Jackson growled into his ear. Stiles whined and clamped his mouth shut tight.
There was no way...but he needed to cum, so bad. Jackson stilled his movements
and Stiles actually let out an almost sob because he needed it. He had to say
it.
"Daddy." He moaned, making Jackson smirk like the smug little bitch he is
"Please Daddy, fuck me. I need to cum so bad it hurts." Jackson started
rotating his hips again and Stiles moaned softly at the pleasure when the other
teen let go of his dick, no longer taking his orgasm further from him. Then the
pace changed and it was amazing. It was faster and rougher and it made Stiles
whimper "Oh, Daddy. Yes." Stiles groaned, arching his back into the thrusts.
When he finally came across the smooth floor, it was with a breathless moan of
'Daddy' and a bite of his lips so hard that his lip split with the force of it.
Jackson didn't take long to cum, just a half-dozen thrusts later until he
painted the inside of Stiles with his spunk. The fitter boy waited until he got
his breath back and quickly pulled out of Stiles, not really caring that the
other boy winced, so he could get dressed and leave.
Stiles didn't really care. He didn't expect Jackson to treat him like it was
special, because it really wasn't, but at least it showed him one thing about
himself. Yep, he was at least half gay.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to help kill Peter Hale (again)
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***** Destiel 2-Daddy Kink *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean can always rely on his son to help calm him down after a bad
     day.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Daddy Kink, Father/Son incest, Underage sex (Cas is 17),
     Dirty talk, hair pulling, name calling, orgasm denial, teasing,
     spanking, Begging
     This is request from captaindestiel1, who I (Platonically) love for
     giving me this much to work on at once. I just hope I did it justice
     my friend. (The name calling thing was a bit difficult for me because
     I made Dean be such a kind Daddy and then suddenly name calling)
     Because of how many kinks that I was given, this is very long and...
     Yea, enjoy.
     Hey, did I tell you I have a Facebook Page (https://www.facebook.com/
     pages/Write-Eat-Sleep-Repeat/1450478055246192) and a Twitter (https:/
     /twitter.com/fangirl420) where I’ll update you on my procrastinatory
     shit?? No? Well…Yea, check it out :) The only reason they haven't
     been updated is because of the lack of people who've actually liked
     the page and followed my twitter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean walked into the house with a sigh. It hadn't been a stressful day as much
as a 'why do I work with these idiots' day. There was one shining light for him
and said shining light was sat on the couch watching TV. The cute wide baby-
blue eyes of Castiel flicked to him when the door closed and the teen smiled
and stood up. He walked over to Dean and wrapped his arms around his neck when
he stood on his toes to press a soft kiss to Dean's lips "Hey baby." Dean said
with a smile when the kiss was broken. He trailed his hands down the teen's
back until he could cup his pert ass and pull Cas' hips closer to his own. Cas
made a soft noise in the back of his throat and smiled "How was your day?"
"Fine." Cas sighed, resting his forehead on Dean's shoulder "Missed you." He
nuzzled at Dean's neck and Dean smiled fondly when Cas kissed and nipped a bit
at the skin there.
"You want to have some fun now?" Dean asked cheekily, making Castiel nod and
make a 'uh huh' noise. He slapped and pinched Cas' ass softly and moved out of
the hug "Go to the bedroom. I want you stripped and lying on the bed by the
time I get there." Dean's voice was deep and full of lust already so Castiel
hurried to the bedroom with soft patters of his bare feet against the carpet.
Dean took his time getting ready, making sure that he left Cas waiting just
long enough to make the boy uneasy. He knew it wouldn't take too long because
of how impatient the boy was anyway. By the time he was ready and had walked
into the bedroom, he saw that Cas had been shifting uncomfortably judging by
the crumpled sheets "I didn't make you wait too long did I?" He asked faux-
innocently and Castiel pouted angrily. Dean kissed that pout away and Cas ended
up moaning against the older man's lips at the hunger that Dean had in the
kiss. It was Dean that broke the kiss, as always, and Cas tried leaning back
into it but the man chuckled and pulled away from the teenager fully so that he
whimpered softly "What do you want, baby?" Dean asked with a small smirk.
"I want you to fuck me." Cas said like it was obvious, a small look on his face
of 'Hurry it up'.
"How do you want it?" Dean asked, nipping a bit at Castiel's neck and making
him mewl a bit at the feeling.
"However you want." Cas sighed as his eyes closed and he tilted his head back
so Dean had more access to mark his pale skin "Just want you inside me." Dean
tutted a bit against the younger's neck and pulled back. Cas almost whined as
he looked at Dean, his pupils blown out and a small blush on his cheeks that he
couldn't help.
"How do you ask?"
"Please Daddy." Castiel said with a nervous bite of his bottom lip which was
obviously faked but still looked too damn sexy for Dean to care "I want you to
fuck me, I've been such a good boy." Dean almost smirked and then grabbed a
handful of Castiel's hair, pulling his son's head back roughly so he could suck
at his neck again and mark it. He never marked him above his collar because
those marks were just for him and Cas to look at and admire, and boy did they
admire them.
“All fours baby boy.” Cas turned away from Dean and went onto his hands and
knees, his breathing irregular with excitement and arousal and anticipation of
what his Daddy was going to do next “You said you were a good boy today.”
Castiel nodded “Did you do anything wrong?”
“No Daddy.” Cas said innocently.
“You didn’t touch yourself?” Then Cas bent his head in bogus shame. He had
touched himself, fucked his fist with three fingers in his hole just 5 minutes
before Dean came home while thinking about just this. He knew that if he jerked
off without Dean’s permission he’d get a punishment, which is why he did it
“Castiel.” Dean said with a small sigh “Tell me.”
“I touched myself before you came home.” Cas said with a fake regret in his
voice at breaking the rules, but he was so good at it that Dean didn’t realise
it was faked.
“How?” Dean asked as he stroked his hands up his son’s bare legs and massaged
his ass cheeks softly, pulling them apart to look at Castiel's slightly
reddened and still stretched out hole "Did you touch your pretty little hole?"
He asked as he rubbed his thumb across the pucker, which clenched around
nothing.
"Yes Daddy." Castiel said, his eyes closing at the feeling "I fingered myself
and jerked off, thinking about you fucking me." Dean sighed, like he was
disappointed, and he rubbed Cas' ass slightly.
"You know what that means, don't you Cas?"
"Yes. I'm sorry Daddy." Castiel muttered and Dean sat up a bit more.
“Count for me baby boy.” He said before he raised his hand and brought it down
harshly on the pale skin of Castiel’s ass. Slap
“One.” Cas said, clasping the sheets in his hands already with a small smile on
his face. Slap. Another one on the same spot as the first “Two.” Slap “Three.”
The next one was harder, adding a stinging pain that felt so good to Cas. Slap
“Ah…” Cas gasped, rocking forwards a bit with the brutality of it.
“What number was that, baby? If you don’t count for me I might forget.”
“Four, Daddy.” Cas said, only just loud enough for Dean to hear in the quiet
room. The only noises were the traffic outside, the harsh breaths of both Cas
and Dean and the slap of skin-on-skin as Dean spanked his son. Slap “Five.” Cas
breathed. Slap. Now to his left cheek, because his right was probably turning
pink and it was stinging slightly as it always did when Dean did this “Six,
Daddy.”
When they got to ten, Cas out of breath and ready to cum at a mere touch, Dean
looked at his son’s bare ass. It was a rose pink and he could tell that it must
have been stinging. Dean wasn’t an idiot; he knew just how much Cas liked
getting spanked by his daddy so he’d break the rules on purpose just to get
them. Dean was always more than happy to dole out punishment if his boy wanted
them.
Cas held his breath in anticipation when he heard the click of a cap opening.
He knew that he was still loose but Dean always relished opening his boy up
with his fingers, getting him ready for his cock, all while promising to do all
kinds of dirty things to him in the bed that had once been Dean’s and Lisa’s.
Dean slipped two fingers into him easily, the boy’s sweet hole clenching around
the digits to try and take them in further. Dean smiled at the sight of it, as
he always did, as he watched himself pump his fingers in and out of his son
“Your hole is so greedy baby.” He purred, making Cas whine and drop his head to
the pillow so that his ass was pushed higher “Can’t fingers fill you up as much
as you want them to?”
“No. Need more.” Cas said in a pathetic moan.
“What do you need honey?” Dean asked. Castiel’s only answer was a soft mewling
moan as Dean’s fingers brushed against his prostate “Do you need my cock
filling you up?”
"Yes Daddy, need you to fuck me." Dean chuckled a bit and shook his head.
"Not yet baby. I want you to be properly stretched for me." He teased. And he
teased Cas physically as well. It took five, maybe ten, minutes for Dean to
deem Cas stretched enough and even then he still teased just a bit more by
rubbing a small circle into Cas' prostate.
"Daddy, please. Oh, fuck." Cas rocked back against Dean's fingers.
"You were a bad boy today, Castiel. You know what bad boys get after their
punishment." Dean said as he rolled a condom on, the sound of it making Cas'
toes curl in anticipation of what was going to happen. Dean didn't bother with
the slow push into Cas, getting the boy to adjust to each inch, and instead
just pushed totally into him. Castiel's moan at the amount of brutality already
was sweet and high-pitched, the ones following it being muffled into the pillow
as Dean mercilessly fucked him. It was unexpected when Dean's hand curled in
his hair and tugged so that Cas' head was forced up, his back arched, his neck
bared and no noises muffled or hidden from Dean "I like to hear it when I make
sluts moan." Dean said, making Cas moan again as that sentence was combined
with a thrust that hit his prostate dead on "So you're going to let me hear it,
aren't you, you little whore?"
"Yes Daddy." Cas moaned softly, trying to rock back into the thrusts so that
Dean went deeper into him.
"What are you to me?"
"I'm your filthy whore, Daddy." Dean smirked and bit his bottom lip as he
thrusted hard into his son again. When Cas was a good boy he was Dean's sweet
baby boy but when he was a bad boy and broke rules he was nothing but a slut
and a dirty whore who needed his father's cock inside of him. If the teen was
honest, he didn't know which one he preferred.
After a few more minutes of that brutal pace, Cas' prostate being hit almost
every other thrust, the blue-eyed boy was ready to cum and his breath hitched
with each jerk of his daddy's hips. Suddenly, his cock was gripped tightly at
the base and his orgasm was chased away with him whining at the feeling "You
can't cum yet, not until I say so." Dean growled into his ear. Castiel nodded
his understanding and prepared himself for a lot of close calls.
He was right to prepare himself but it still surprised him each time Dean
denied him, about 4 times, and he was almost crying, begging for his release
"Please Daddy, let me cum." He said, his voice husky and slightly hoarse "I
won't be a bad boy again, I promise, just please let me cum.
Ineeditsobadpleasedaddy." His begging was so sweet that Dean couldn't deny him
any longer so pulled his son up so the younger's back was to Dean's chest.
"Cum for me then, just from my cock like a good slut." Cas closed his eyes in
pleasure and titled his head back onto Dean's shoulder. Dean watched as his son
came apart, the boy's cock twitching and then he came untouched with the
hottest noise Dean had ever heard. It didn't take long for Dean to cum with a
groan, burying the noise into his son's shoulder and holding Castiel's hips
tightly until they had both come down from their climaxes.
"I love you Daddy." Castiel said sleepily, cuddling up to his father.
"Love you too baby." Dean kissed his son's head and let him sleep, eventually
drifting off to sleep himself.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to light the lantern which I have that makes me
     feel like a Charles Dickens Character or a ghostie :3.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Stucky 1-Bottom!Steve *****
Chapter Summary
     Steve missed Bucky, and now he's back.
Chapter Notes
     HOLY SHIT! 13,00+ HITS? ARE YOU FUCKING..?! You guys really like my
     porn. Wow.
     And to think, I got excited at 100. Then 1000. I love you guys, so so
     much. Totally platonically but still so so much platonic love for you
     all <3
     This is for Steven_Barnes, sorry for the wait and all that but it was
     difficult to do as I have not even seen the Captain America movies :
     s. In fact, the only Marvel movies I've seen are...Iron Man 1, the
     Toeby Maguire Spiderman series, one of the Hulk movies and...The
     Fantastic Four with Chris Evans in it (I really should fix that,
     huh?). I've literally only read a shitton of fanfic and even then
     absolutely 0% of it was Stucky so I hope this impresses even
     slightly.
     And, to everyone else who requested a thing, it's on a queue (I wrote
     them down) and I'll get to it ASAP. Which means almost definitely
     before the end of this year. It depends. I'm back at school now so
     it'll be difficult.
     Anyway, onto the porn.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
This wasn't new in one sense, the sense that they'd done this before, so it
wasn't awkward; no nervous fumbling of fingers against buttons and fabric, no
stupidly virginal kisses, no wondering how slow or fast or rough they could be,
no muttered apologies when one of them messed up maybe even slightly.
This was new in one sense, where it'd been years since they'd done this with
each other (or with anyone), so it was almost like they were both virgins.
The first time had ben during the war, when no-one knew who would live to see
the next day and when the only company a guy had when he felt lonely was his
hand or an understanding friend with a promise not to tell anyone. They were
the only two people awake and they were both quite lonely, sick of just their
right hands and a few fantasies to get themselves through it. So Bucky went to
Steve. It was...strange, to say the least, and new to both of them but they
somehow managed to do it properly even with improvised lubrication. Steve had
been the one on his knees that time, with Bucky fucking into his tight ass and
both of them trying to keep the noises to a minimum so no-one else would hear
them.
This time was after they'd got Bucky back.
The door slammed behind the two as Steve pushed Bucky to the nearest wall and
kissed him roughly. They undressed each other with none of the nervousness and
uncertainty of their first encounter, their hands not trailing across
unfamiliar territory any longer and their tongue falling into an old and
familiar dance around each other's mouths. When they were fully bare, Bucky
pulled Steve closer so that their hard cocks touched and he curled his hand
around them both, both of them swallowing the other's wanton moans. They
eventually moved to the bed and Bucky not-too gently lay Steve down on it. The
brunet kissed down Steve's chest, roughly biting his flesh occasionaly and
marking the slightly tanned skin. When Bucky was close to Steve's hard cock he
moved away back up to tease Steve's nipple with his teeth and tongue, his free
hand trailing down Steve's body to press a suddenly lubed finger against the
hero's tight hole. Steve moaned when the finger teased around the rim of his
entrance before pushing past the muscle and entering him "Bucky-" He was hushed
by his old friend as James crooked his finger and the tip brushed against his
prostate, making him moan. A second finger joined and he started scissoring
them to stretch Steve's hole, Steve groaning in slight discomfort at the
feeling so Bucky kissed him to distract him from it. A third quickly joined and
Steve started trying to fuck himself on the digets, soft moans exiting his
mouth "Fuck." He breathed, and hearing Steve Rogers swear just killed a fairy
(I'm sorry, couldn't help it) "Bucky, I'm ready. Fuck, James, just-" Then Bucky
withdrew his fingers and put on a condom, spreading a small amount of lube on
it. And he just looked at Steve for a second; at his ridiculous muscles and
strong features, his blonde hair already starting to stick to his forehead with
sweat, his legs spread obsenely to expose a slightly red and definatly
stretched out hole (Ohmygod, I just have to input my opinion here. He's hot,
isn't he? Just...Imagine him like that, fucking christ. Gives me tingles).
"Turn around." Bucky ordered, the first words he'd spoken, and it almost
shocked him that he was sounding so wrecked but it wasn't really a surprise,
with what was being displayed to him. Steve obeyed and went onto his elbows and
knees, ready for Bucky to enter him. So he did. He took it slow, since it'd
been a long time for both of them, as he pushed into Steve's ass. Both men
moaned at the feeling when Bucky was fully inside him, just feeling Steve's
muscles clench around his cock and trying to steady his breathing. When they
were both adjusted to the feeling, Bucky pulled out a few inches and then
slowly thrust back in with a groan. Steve's head dropped as he started rocking
back with the thrusts  as they increased speed. Soon it was so brutal and fast
that, had he not been distracted somewhat, Steve would have worried about the
bed breaking.
"James." He moaned "Oh my-" Bucky's hips jerked particularly hard and Steve
moaned again, a slightly choked noise. He managed to rest all his weight on one
bent arm to reach between his legs and start jerking himself off. His own touch
on himself was slightly rushed, because he was so close that he could almost
taste it and he just needed that extra push. It was Bucky that came first,
pressing against Steve's back and brokenly moaning his name into the flesh of
his shoulder. Steve was quick to follow, his arm almost giving out and his
whole body shaking slightly with the intencity of it.
Bucky carefully pulled out, tied off the condom and put it in the trash while
Steve groggily wiped himself clean. Both men lay down together, facing each
other with Steve's arm wrapped around Bucky's waist. They said nothing but,
while Steve was asleep, Bucky hesetantly pressed a light kiss to his old
friend's slightly parted lips.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey, it's me again. Yep, that's right, you get more of me rambling.
     AnYwAy. I was thinking about doing a Short and Straight Smut or Short
     and Smutty Femslash. If you want me to do it then please give me a
     vote of confidence.
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever (For
     this or for my potential first het and/or femslash smut), just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can. (Which will be
     ages, I apologise)
     Flames are used to help me burn away my potential good grades and
     successful future, just like my fanfic does. Seriously, I'm more
     fucked than Steve. And not in the fun way.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Stackson 2-Bottom!Jackson *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles would do anything to get on the team.
Chapter Notes
     I SWEAR THAT I AM WORKING ON EVERYTHING! It just might take ages but
     it will happen. I'll catch up on requests, I’ll do my own stuff that
     I have ideas for, I’ll make a Het and Femslash version of these and
     I’ll get good grades in school. There is one of these things that
     seems unlikely.
     WARNINGS: Semi-Public Sex, very vocal sex, slutty Jackson, sorta
     blackmailing-sex.
     This is a request from Miss_Fallen. I'm sorry but I couldn't really
     do the dirty talk part. I'm really sorry. (It's shitty. I'm sorry :
     ( )
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Oh fuck.” Jackson put his head in his arms and bit down, trying to quieten his
noises. Stiles moaned pathetically from behind him, his hips flush against
Jackson's and his cock buried deep inside the other boy, while he tried to
refrain from cumming instantly. Neither of them moved until Jackson got
impatient and groaned in slight frustration "For God's sake, Stilinski!" He
snapped, lifting his head up so that Stiles could hear him "Just fuck me!" He
all but growled and pressed his forehead against his arms again.
They weren't at Jackson's place, or Stiles' place or anywhere really
appropriate for them to be doing this. They were on the lacrosse field, under
the bleachers, where anyone could see or hear them. They hadn't undressed more
than they had to; Jackson's jeans and briefs around his ankles and Stiles'
jeans undone, the waist of his boxers moved just enough for him to have taken
his cock out.
Stiles, at Jackson's order, slowly pulled back until just the head of his cock
was inside and then he thrust back in jerkily. At the sudden -and accidental-
hit of his prostate, Jackson moaned loudly and tried once again to silence
himself by biting into the fabric of his jacket "Oh, fuck, Stilinski." His back
arched and he rocked back into each of the hesitant thrusts. Eventually, after
maybe 15-20 seconds, Stiles got more confident and adjusted his thrusts to try
and hit that spot in Jackson again. That flicked a switch in Jackson, he went
from slightly vocal to being an utter moaning ass-slut "Yes, fuck me. Oh god,
harder." His hands were gripping the wooden stand in front of him so it was a
surprise to Stiles when he moaned louder, arched his back and white stripes of
cum spurted onto the floor. Stiles was close, even before Jackson's orgasm had
caused all his muscles to tense up, so he moved to fully pull out to finish on
Jackson's back but Jackson once again rocked back against it. The jock was
still slightly blissed out from cumming and he made a weak noise of need which
sounded kind of slutty.
"Oh fuck." Stiles groaned at the feeling as Jackson tried to still fuck himself
on Stiles' cock "Jackson, I-"
"-Do it." Jackson begged and that order just shocked Stiles to start fucking
Jackson roughly. It was brutal and hard -pure fucking with little to no
emotion- and Stiles didn't take long to cum, his hips jerking and his mouth
open in a silent moan as he came inside Jackson.
After they'd both recovered, both dressed fully and their breathing regulated,
Jackson clapped Stiles on the shoulder with a smirk "You, uh, did good,
Stilinski." He said. Stiles gave him an awkward and nervous smile "I'll make
sure to give good words to Coach, you'll be on the team for definite...if you
keep it up." Then he started to walk off, leaving Stiles to process his words.
When the skinny boy realised what Jackson had said, he turned.
"You said only once." He called and Jackson turned to look at him.
"Take it as...a compliment on your abilities, Stilinski. I didn't even let
Danny do it again." Stiles' jaw dropped.
"Danny fucked you to be on the team?" He muttered in disbelief and Jackson
scoffed.
"No, because he's actually good at lacrosse." Then he turned and walked away
silently with a very slight limp.
===============================================================================
 
A few weeks later.
"What?!" Scott said in slight outrage. The team sheet for lacrosse, which the
curly haired teen thought he'd definitely be on after try-outs, was on the
noticeboard. But the name 'Scott McCall' wasn't on it. Stiles, however, was
"How did you get on the team and I didn't?" Scott whined and Stiles shrugged
when his best friend looked at him.
"I did some...stuff, for Jackson. He put in a good word for me." Scott pouted
and Stiles did not say any more about it.
 
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to burn...the evidence... *Squints*
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***** DirkJake 2-Hair Pulling *****
Chapter Summary
     Dirk likes a bit of pain with his pleasure.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for content: Hair-Pulling, Lovebites, Rough sex, Biting
     Warnings about author: I could have lost my smut mojo. I've not done
     it in a few months so I'm a bit rusty, and I didn't give 100% on
     this. My life has recently been invaded by JackSepticEye and
     Markiplier.
     This is fulfilling a request from an Anon and, I am so so sorry, but
     I had no idea what to do. I must have been on something when I said
     I'd finish my queue before the end of the year...I meant by the end
     of the...school year.
     Anyway.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"C'mon. Harder." Dirk said in an almost growl and then moaned when his head was
forced backwards roughly. His head was forced to the side and Jake kissed him,
more like biting at his lips than actually kissing him properly and Dirk
thought that his lips might start bleeding. When he was pulled away from the
kiss, his lips felt swollen and tingley and he smiled while biting his bottom
lip. Jake thrust forwards and Dirk almost bowed his head forwards but the tight
grip in his hair left his movement totally up to Jake. Jake was using the grip
to tug Dirk back onto his cock with every thrust, soft grunts of pleasure
leaving the mouths of both men. Dirk's neck was littered with bruises that
would make you think he'd been in a fight, some from days ago and some of them
very fresh, and he'd been asked quite a few times if he was ok or if his neck
ached. The phantom pain on his neck for the days that followed just made this
whole experiance more arousing. There was no sound in the room but their moans,
and the sound of skin hitting skin so hard that there would be red marks on
their bodies. Dirk was the first to cum, as always when they did it like this,
and he just went limp as he was used until Jake had finished.
Surprisingly, with how rough they did this, Jake was careful and loving as he
pulled out and tidied them up and as he lay next to Dirk and muttered almost
incoherantly about how those bruises, while very pretty, would be a bitch to
hide. Then again, Dirk wouldn't have it any other way. He might get back to you
on that when he has to go outside like that.
Chapter End Notes
     Quick request. Can we slow down on the Homestuck? I've got two more
     DirkJakes after this and I'm still not in the Homestuck fandom and
     this is kinda draining me, for want of a better word, because I get
     really stuck (haha) on the Homestuck ones. You can give other
     requests, but please slow down on the Homestuck??
     SO! Other than that, if you want to read a certain ship or thing or
     kink or whatever, just comment and I will try to do it as soon as I
     can.
     All flames are used to burn the endless DirkJake from my mind.
     (Jokes)
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Scisaac 1-Daddy Kink *****
Chapter Summary
     Neither of them know how it started, but they love how they got here.
Chapter Notes
     This took a shitlong time to even try and pull out of my ass, mainly
     because I've kinda had the biggest writer's block ever and my ass has
     been very unwilling to have anything pulled out of it...I should stop
     this anolgy while I'm ahead. I'm not allowed analogies anymore.
     AnYwAy. Enjoyy.
     This is a request from Eklein1998. Sorry it took forever. I'm a
     stupid and take all responcibilty for being a fuckass.
     Warnings: Daddy kink (which seems like a very casual thing with me
     now and kinda worries me) and that's about it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The thing with both Isaac and Scott was that they had issues with their dad.
Isaac's was a crap human being who shouldn't have been allowed to ever have
children while Scott's dad hardly gave a shit about him after Melissa and he
had broken up. It doesn't really give them a reason for their little...thing.
In fact, this hadn't come up in their relationship before Scott had become the
Alpha. Maybe it was the whole power thing, someone to look up to, and that had
manifested itself in a way that was kinda unorthadox but not too rare. Or maybe
they were both just kinky fuckers.
Probably the latter.
They wouldn't consider anything else that they did particularly kinky, it was
pretty tame considering that they could both do anything to the other and it
not really effect them (god praise werewolf abilities), but it was just that
one thing. The 'Daddy' thing.  Quite a few people have Daddy kinks, not sure of
the statistics, and it's not really that creepy (in the author's opinion). But
I'm babbling. You're here for porn, so here you have it.
Scott had his back against the headboard, naked from the waist down, with his
hair mussed up from where hands had stroked through it during heated kissing.
His legs were spread just enough to make room for Isaac, who was semi-lay
between them with half of Scott's cock in his mouth. At this point it was just
a lazy thing, since they both had no-where to be and there was no-one coming
over. It wasn't like they were secretly together. They didn't mean to keep a
secret at the start, but never really got the chance to tell everyone before
they were walked in on by Derek. And Allison. Stiles. Boyd. Cora. Practically
everyone who wouldn't want to see that other than Scott's mom. Anyway, I'm
sidetracking, sorry. So, Isaac blowing Scott. That's where I was up to. It had
become normal for the little Daddy kink thing to slip out at random points
during their intamacy and they never actually thought it crossed the line ever.
Scott sighed out a very soft moan when Isaac decided enough was enough and
started to properly go for it "That's it, take Daddy's cock." He muttered and
Isaac hummed softly around Scott's length in his mouth before closing his eyes
and taking it as far down his throat as he could. One of Scott's hands went to
thread his fingers through Isaac's sweet curls lightly just to massage circles
into his lover's scalp absently "Oh fuck." His hips rocked just ever so
slightly and Isaac just went with it as he moved up and down on Scott's cock.
The room was filled with wet noises and heavy breaths, both teens so aroused
that it almost hurt for Isaac not to do anything about his own hardness.
"Love sucking your cock, Daddy." Isaac said with a slight innocence when he
moved back for breath. Scott exhaled softly. There was a reason that Isaac was
the one to call Scott Daddy. He was so sweet looking with the cutest face ever,
making it seem so much more wrong and arousing at the same time "Turns me on so
much." The tip of his tongue trailed along the underside of Scott's cock and
then he took it in his mouth again, his hand and mouth working in tandem to
bring Scott closer and closer to the edge. All that Scott could say were
mumbled curses and terms of endearment, his head thrown back and mouth open in
pleasure. When he came, hips stuttering and Isaac's name dripping from his
tongue, Isaac just made a slight noise of surprise before he just dealt with
the load. He had to move back when it got too much, a few lines of cum spilling
from his mouth and down his chin, but neither of them cared much.
Isaac lay with his head on Scott's thigh, his cock still achingly hard, while
Scott composed himself "Now, baby." He said after a bit "How will we take care
of you?"
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to light candles for (hopefully) future waxplay
     oneshots
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** DirkJake 3-Crossdressing *****
Chapter Summary
     Jake finds something amazing while out shopping that he wants to show
     Dirk.
Chapter Notes
     This was a request from Jacob, who I hope doesn't hate me for how
     long this took.
     Sorry for the wait my dear smutters but I will try to be good with my
     updates from now on, depending on if family crisis allows it. I'm
     working on the next two also as I type this.
     Warnings: Daddy kink and crossdressing, both of which are basically
     all I write. I blame you darling people and your beautiful
     immaginations fuelling mine.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dirk was lay on the couch, 'busy' on his phone, and waiting as patiently as he
could for Jake. The TV was on in the background just so the place didn't seem
as empty, but he was too strung up to relax. Jake should have been back at
least 10 minutes ago, and Dirk was getting worried. A vague text half-an-hour
ago said that he'd be a bit later that he thought he'd be a bit later than he
thought because he'd 'found something awesome'. Dirk had replied with a joking
reminder to not forget about him. He had faith in his partner, assumed he'd
gotten distracted and lost time. Didn't mean he wasn't getting antsy.
Soon enough, the door opened just enough for Jake to poke his head into the
room. Dirk looked up from his phone and smiled just at the sight of his
boyfriend "Close your eyes." He trilled and Dirk, though he looked slightly
dubious and suspicious, decided to humour him by closing his eyes after rolling
them. The sound of excitable footsteps zoomed across the floor and Dirk
chuckled when he heard the door to their bedroom slam closed. He opened his
eyes with a fond smile as he heard extreme fussing. The blond just waited since
it was obvious that Jake wanted to show him something. Whenever Jake acted out
of the ordinary, excitable and secretive about anything, it meant that he
wanted to show something off to him. Seven times out of ten, it was something
sexual. The other three were random 'cool' objects that he'd found "Your eyes
still closed?" Jake asked from the bedroom, only opening the door slightly.
Dirk sighed again fondly as he closed his eyes softly.
"Now they are." The door opened and there was a clicking noise, reminding Dirk
of when Jake had impulsively bought a cowboy outfit, complete with spurred
boots and a cowboy hat. Assless pants, though, brought the whole outfit
together. Something that the blond would never get over was how adventurous his
boyfriend was, their room was filled with impulse buys that were looked back on
with either happy grins or embarrassed laughter and promises to never mention
it again. The clicking footsteps stopped just in front of him.
"OK. Open." The sight that met him made his jaw drop slightly. This venture
topped even the vibrator idea (and that was a beautiful idea). Have you ever
encountered the lollita style? Like doll dresses? Jake was wearing a red
lollita dress and a white apron that had a strawberry on the front. The skirt
was layered with different shades of red and pink lace while white tights hid
below them. The shoes were black and shiny, slight heels and a decorative grey
flower where the velcro was. Various bangles in reds and pinks adorned his
wrists and clicked together every time his arms moved, a pink heart necklace
was draped around his neck while a red headband was delicately placed on his
head.
Jake smiled softly in slight nervousness as he saw Dirk's jaw drop "You like?"
He asked and Dick licked his top lip subconsciously.
"Very much so." The blond purred "Get your pretty ass over here." Jake smiled
and sashayed over to his boyfriend slowly. Dirk sat properly so that Jake could
straddle him with a sultry smile, the skirt fluttering just slightly.
"Am I pretty Daddy?" He purred innocently as Dirk's hands trailed up and down
his thighs under the skirt "I tried hard to look the best I could."
"Well I'm very impressed, baby. You're a very pretty boy." The smile that Jake
gave was cocky, hidden behind faux innocence and naivety "Why did you try so
hard?" He sighed slightly "What's the occasion?"
"Jus' found it." Jake pouted sweetly, messing with the hem of his skirt
"Thought you might like it." Dirk smiled and kissed Jake's cheek once.
"Well, once again-" He then moved and kissed Jake's lips "-you were right."
That raised Jake's spirit and his eyes brightened craftilly.
"Daddy?" He asked cheekily and Dirk nodded once for him to continue "Can you
suck my cock?" He trilled sweetly. A soft smile, crafty yet pondering, spread
across Dirk's face. He wasn't shocked at how blunt the question was because
that was just Jake, so he fake pondered it.
"I don't know." He sighed and Jake's face fell extremely, childishly, even
though he knew this was part of the game. It was foreplay, playing the game for
that little bit longer "Why should I?"
"I earned it, Daddy, I've been a good boy. Good boys get treats."
"Don't Daddies choose the treat? I might want you to ride me."Jake huffed and
Dirk chuckled softly as he stroked his hands up Jake's thighs "I'm just joking
baby." He purred "Get on our bed, I'll be over in a minute." Jake grinned and
climbed off of Dirk's lap with a soft kiss on the cheek to his partner.
"Thank you Daddy." He trilled as he hurried off to the bedroom.
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Jake mewled more than moaned as he arched his back and rocked his hips, working
his cock in and out of Dirk's eager mouth "Oh, Daddy. Feels so good Daddy." He
mumbled wantonly, his voice breaking halfway through as he moaned through it.
His fingers were curled in the lacey layers of his skirt, his knuckles turning
almost pure white with how tight his grip was, and his eyes were practically
closed in pleasure. Dirk had his hand in his underwear and was slowly jerking
his cock as he sucked and licked at the head of Jake's. He pressed soft kisses
up and down his boyfriend's length and reveled in the moans and little
movements that he coaxed out as he tried to deepthroat. His throat convulsed in
objection and he pulled back suddenly, breathing heavily with a small strand of
saliva between his bottom lip and the head of Jake's dick. He caught his breath
back slightly and carried on, enthusiastically working Jake's length in his
mouth while his free hand worked in tandem to stimulate the parts that Dirk
just couldn't manage. He occasionally moaned, unable to stop it, and Jake
keened each time he did.
It didn't take long for Jake's moans to turn into quick breaths and his mouth
to drop open as he tilted his head back. Dirk moved back and just softly
stroked Jake to completion, himself cumming just a few seconds later with his
forehead pressed against Jake's fabric-covered thigh.
A kiss was pressed to Jake's lips softly and Dirk, after cleaning them both up,
stroked his hand lovingly throuh his partner's hair "Love you." He muttered and
Jake smiled.
"Love you too, Daddy." He looked down at his dress and smiled "I think this is
going to make another appearence." The grin that went across Dirk's face was
one of excitement for the next showing of that outfit or a similar one.
"Can't wait." He purred and then hugged Jake tightly "You hungry?" Jake nodded
"Alright. Lasagne?"
"Perfect." The younger man said. Dirk kissed his forehead and before he got up,
put his jeans on and went to the kitchen.
Chapter End Notes
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to burn suspected witches after an unfair trial
     and very little evidence other than general fear of witches existing
     clouding basic human judgement.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** DirkJake 4-Teacher!Dirk *****
Chapter Summary
     Jake wants to drive Mr Strider crazy, so he plans his seduction. It's
     easier than he expected.
Chapter Notes
     This is a request from :D, I didn't manage to get the dirty talk but
     I hope that can be overlooked.
     WARNING: Crossdressing, inappropriate educational relationships and
     Jake getting decorated. This relationship also violates, like, two
     laws that I know of in both the US and the UK. Doesn't matter
     through, my last Destiel one was a lot more illegal.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He had a free lesson, an hour and a half of nothing to do and nowhere to go. It
was just luck that his favourite teacher also had a free lesson that he used to
mark papers or better plan lessons, and just luck that he had decided to put
his 'plan' into action that day.
Well, maybe not luck, but he'd feel god damn lucky afterwards.
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How dumb can a group of 18 year olds be? He'd met dumb kids before but these
guys were just a new level. They couldn't answer a question he'd been through
seven times and none of them ever came back for help. With a heavy sigh, he ran
his hand across his face and went to the next mock-test paper after marking the
previous one with a definitely below target grade for Ms Lalonde. He looked at
the messily scribbled name on the front, Jake English. He was a smart kid, even
if his attitude and behavior was occasionally a bit strange and 'zany'. Jake
was a friend of Dave, Dirk's baby brother, by proxy of his little cousin John
so Jake occasionally was at their house to pick John up. With how long it took
the two kids to say goodbye and tidy up, it left him and Dirk in awkward
conversation or even more awkward silence. I mean, what can you say to one of
your students when you're in the comfort of your own home? Talking about school
would seem too stiff and awkward, talking about his life would be getting too
personal and too close. There was nothing, other than menial generic small
talk, so they went with the small talk.
The first thing that Dirk noticed about Jake's paper was that there were loads
of doodles in the margins, just swirls and cubes and minimalist art that you'd
expect from a child who's bored. With a sigh, remembering all the times that
he'd had a chat with Jake about this exact thing, he went to marking the work.
Regardless of the doodles and infantile scribbles instead of a line to cross
out words, Jake's work was near perfect. A mis-remembered fact here and a
strangely worded conclusion there, but all in all the best that he'd seen so
far. He'd have to give out praise to that boy, either in private or during
class to make an example of the rest of them. That'd be a total burn to
everyone else, saying 'Well done, the kid who hardly pays attention to class
did better than you'. Not that Jake was dumb, but he was a daydreamer. He spent
more attention on the stories in his head than the words on the page, but maybe
that's why he was so successful in his exams. He wasn't focused, but he
absorbed it anyway. As Dirk moved through all the doodles and tried to focus
more on the answers, there was a gentle knock on the door. He looked over to
the door in surprise, since no-one ever paid attention to his idea that anyone
should come and see him whenever they've got a free lesson that coincides with
his "Come in!" Dirk called and turned his chair slightly as Jake looked in, his
cheeks surprisingly red "Mr English."
"Hi, Mr Strider." He smiled gently "Do you have some time?"
"Of course." Dirk's face practically shone, because it would seem that someone
actually gave a shit about education. When Jake entered, his face fell to shock
and awe. He wasn't wearing his usual plain T-shirt and jeans, instead he'd
donned a a casual white blouse and a short dark-blue skirt. The teen walked
over and sighed softly, standing in front of Dirk's desk, before he looked at
Dirk expectantly. It took a while for Dirk to get his eyes back into his head,
and to get his mind back to himself, but he sat up and cleared his throat
gently when he'd come back "What did you want to talk about?"
"I, umm..." He licked his lip and bowed his head "I wanted to talk about my
concentration, in class." Dirk nodded and sat back.
"I've noticed that you're not as focused as you should be. Is everything ok?"
"Yea. I just...There's distractions." Deciding that he should wait for Jake to
be ready to tell him, Dirk didn't speak and instead just allowed himself his
own distraction of letting his eyes fall across the outfit that Jake had gone
with. He'd never pinned Mr English as one to wear such things in public, or
alone, not that he thought of his personal life at all. But, by the way that
Jake messed with the fabric of the skirt and skimmed his hands across the
material, it seemed that he was used to such things. Dirk then had to lean
forwards again as he wondered exactly how used Jake was to crossdressing, and
how far he went with it. That conjured up images of Jake sprawled on a bed; his
skirt hitched up at the front just enough so he could rub his palm across the
front of some sweet satin panties, moans coming from lips that were bitten red,
his legs spreading like a wanton unsullied virgin desperate for a first touch
as he frees his cock from the confines of the panties and starts to- Oh, and
Dirk is so hard without wanting to be, but he couldn't stop the lewd thoughts
shooting through his mind even if he wanted to. Strange thing is, he'd never
thought of Jake like that before today but it was the damn skirt "Is this a bad
time?" Jake said, which shook Dirk back into the real world and made him look
Jake in the eyes only to see that Jake had been watching him through the time
that he'd been going through his dirty little fantasy.
"No." Dirk said, clearing his throat again "I'm sorry, carry on."
"My distraction isn't anything at home. it's someone in the lesson. I can't
help but think about them all the time and every time I do..." He looked down
to his lap and laughed gently "Well, this happens." And Dirk knew what he
meant, he really did, but he so didn't want to risk following Jake's eyes but
he couldn't help it. And the skirt was not tight, but it was tight enough and
close enough to Jake's body that his erection was noticeable. Dirk looked away
and cleared his throat again, his mouth suddenly very dry and unwilling to
conjure up any moisture.
"I...I don't know what I could do to help, Jake." A smile spread across the
younger boy's face and he took the bottom corner of the skirt between his
fingers and lifted it a bit in faux innocence.
"Mr Strider." He sighed as Dirk tried his hardest not to let his eyes fall. He
did, eventually, succumb as Jake's thigh was almost fully exposed, and his eyes
caught a flash of colour that was unseen in men's underwear. A soft purple,
with a black lace trim, that made Dirk's eyes widen as they shot back to Jake's
"You're the distraction, sir. So can you help me concentrate?" Oh he'd help the
boy alright, but neither of them would be able to concentrate in class
afterwards.
He stood, body on autopilot, and went around the desk to Jake. His hand trailed
up Jake's thigh and one finger hooked around the gentle fabric of his panties,
dragging that one side down "Did you plan this, Mr English?" He asked, his
voice a rumble that sent shudders through Jake's body and seemed to go right to
his cock.
"Yes, Sir." Jake breathed, tilting his head up and trying to catch Dirk's lips
with his own "Had it ready for a while, but I only got the confidence today."
"How many people saw you walking down here, in your pretty skirt?"
"Not many, sir. Just three." Dirk smiled in an almost predatory way and then
stroked two fingers of his free hand across Jake's flushed cheek.
"What did you hope to get from this today?" Jake turned his head into the
touch, but Dirk gripped his chin and forced eye-contact "Tell me, Mr English."
"I wanted to drive you crazy, wanted you to bend me over your desk and fuck
me." He seemed almost embarrassed to say it but also like he couldn't say
anything but that with how Dirk was looking at him. Dirk's tongue peaked out to
wet his lips and then he backed Jake against the desk. He bent his head until
his lips ghosted against Jake's own.
"Are you sure that you still want that?" Jake nodded instantly, his lips
parting softly. The questions were soon discarded as Dirk kissed him softly,
all inhibitions thrown out of the window as Jake sat on the desk and wrapped
his legs around Dirk's waist. They didn't have much time, but they had enough,
and Dirk was sure that Jake's planing had gone to this point and further so
there wouldn't be the stopping point of no lube. As though reading his mind,
Jake reached into his bag -which he had put on the desk at some point, probably
while Dirk was too busy staring at him- and pressed a small bottle of lube
against his chest.
"I already opened myself up, but you can still... If you want." He muttered as
he pulled back from the kiss, making Dirk smile. He'd love it, so he took the
bottle and then turned Jake around so that the teen was bent over the desk. The
skirt was pushed up to drape over his back and then the panties were pulled
down just to his thighs as Dirk slicked his fingers up and then traced the tip
of his index finger around Jake's slightly irritated hole twice before he
pushed in. Jake could take two fingers instantly and Dirk knew that he wanted
to make this a thing he could relish, but they didn't have the time. He
fingered the teen just to prepare him, trying to make it as good for him as he
could with the time restraint. An hour, which was enough.
Jake was whimpering, since he was so obviously an unsullied virgin, by the time
Dirk deemed him ready enough. He unzipped his trousers with one hand and took
out his hard cock, spreading some lube across to extra make sure that it
wouldn't hurt either of them. He pressed the head against Jake's desperate hole
and slowly pushed into him with a groan. He hadn't had anything but his hand
and his imagination for a few months so he was sure that he wouldn't be able to
last that long. Especially with how Jake was rocking back gently. Suddenly, he
grabbed Jake's wrists and pinned them to the desk "This ok?" He asked, out of
breath as he bent over Jake's body to mutter in his ear. Jake nodded rapidly "I
want you to stay as still as you can, baby." The endearment slipped out without
Dirk meaning it to, but neither of them seemed to catch it "And I'm gonna make
you feel so good, as long as you do as I say."
"Yes sir." Jake whined and Dirk smiled before he stood back up straight and
started rocking his hips shallowly. It was just to make sure that Jake could
handle it, taking it slow at first, but when Dirk started to get further 'into
it' (poor choice of words) the pace changed to harder while still being slow.
Each rough thrust made Jake's back arch and pushed strangled moans from him,
the teen trying so desperately not to move back into the pleasure. It didn't
take long for Jake to whine and mutter "Oh, sir. Oh my..Yes, I'm so close sir."
like he was desperate to cum but just wasn't able to.
"You cum, baby. Make a mess of your pretty skirt." Dirk said and then Jake
choked on a load moan as his hips jerked and his muscles tightened in pleasure.
Dirk was still until Jake had come down from the ecstasy a bit, and then tried
to slowly push further into him but Jake whimpered in over-stimulation.
Instead, the elder pulled out and manoeuvred the teen to turn around.
"I'm sorry." Jake muttered weakly "You didn't...I can..."
"Shh, it's fine." Dirk said sweetly "Get on your knees." Jake slid down onto
the floor, his panties still around his thighs and his skirt still a mess, and
went to touch Dirk's aching cock "Don't touch." Dirk said sternly and then
started to jerk himself softly as Jake looked up at him "You just stay pretty,
baby." He smirked when the look of realisation crossed Jake's face, his cheeks
going a deeper red than they were before at the idea of what was going to
happen. He muttered something to himself but Dirk didn't catch it, instead just
allowing his eyes to travel and indulge in the gorgeously sinful sight of Jake
in that pretty skirt. Biting his lip innocently, Jake took up the hem of his
skirt and lifted it up to show Dirk the mess that he'd made of himself and that
was all he could take. He gripped onto Jake's messy hair and came in stripes
across the boy's face, Jake almost surprised yet still ready to open his mouth
as wide as he could in the hopes of some hitting his tongue.
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They caught their breaths, and Jake brandished some wet wipes to clean his face
and his thighs while Dirk tucked himself away and tidied himself up. The
panties and skirt were dropped from Jake's form and he instead put his jeans on
with nothing underneath. When they were both tidy and prepared to face the rest
of the day with their dirty secret hidden away, Jake kissed Dirk softly and
almost in an embarrassed way "Can we do this again someday?" He asked almost
sweetly and Dirk smiled.
"Maybe not here, but I hope so." They kissed deeply and it took a lot of
restraint for Dirk to let go of the lithe teen but he managed it. He sat back
at his desk and Jake walked to the door. Just before he could open it and
leave, he turned with a smile.
"Thanks for all your help, Mr Strider." Then he left and walked away, leaving
Dirk smirking to himself as he carried on marking Jake's paper.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I know that the relationships between John and Jake, and Dirk and
     Dave, are different than the chaos of canon, but this is fanfic,
     canon is worth less than the idea I have of myself at this point.
     I've also got my next four in drafts, so they'll hopefully be churned
     out quicker. I say that all the time though.
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can, which means a lot
     sooner than I have done with these past few, because Imma get my head
     out of my ass. Hopefully.
     Flames...aren't even a thing anymore, are they? Who can flame some
     well-intended gay porn? I'm just doing this last part out of habit
     now aren't I?
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
***** Superbat 1-Fake hatred *****
Chapter Notes
     I never thought I'd write any BatPorn. This is... An amazing
     experience. Fake-hate sex is fun to write.
     This is for van+fanel. I hope I did it justice, and part two of your
     comment is coming soon my dude ;)
     Warnings: Kinda violent, light bondage, adultery, and the author
     knows nothing about Superman but the obvious with only minor things
     known about Batman.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You have the funds, you have the-"
"I have a business, Kent. If money is being taken out of my account at a too
high rate, I'll be investigated for wrongdoings and I might get exposed, and
then you'll be fucked because you won't get the damn money." Hal sighed and
rolled his eyes, looking to Diana and practically begging her to stop the
verbal sparring that had gone on for almost half an hour about any little thing
that they could branch off to a major argument. They'd forgotten what the
argument even started over. The raven-haired woman nodded her understanding
before she stood.
"Boys, please." The two caped heroes looked at her in soft shock, though they
were obviously not in their costumes. Bruce was in his general dark grey suit
with a slightly lighter tie, while Clark was wearing a simple deep-green plain
shirt and jeans. The meetings were always covert, no-one knew who went in or
why, so they were all comfortable with 'exposing' their true identities in the
safety of the meetings. The first few had been in costume, and were all awkward
"We will find a way to fund this, that puts no-one at risk of being
identified." She sighed and visibly resigned her body with the exhale, sitting
back down "Now, can we please work as a team like we're meant to be?" Everyone
nodded, all slightly sick of the constant bickering from the two most
recognisable heroes in the League "Next thing, Bruce." Bruce moved away from
Clark, as their argument had brought them physically closer together to the
point where they were almost too close for comfort, and straightened his tie
before he spoke about the next issue. They avoided talking to each other at all
costs usually, unless they had a chance to argue. No-one knew why they always
sat beside each other if they truly hated the very air that the other breathed,
or why they were always persistently arguing about anything they could possibly
disagree on. Even when fighting together, they shot little quips at each other.
Barry had joked about UST, Hal saying maybe not so much of the U, Arthur
keeping out of it with a shake of his head and a palm to anyone who asked,
J'onn following Arthur's lead, while Diana chalked it up to typical machismo
and wanting to be the best hero. They chose each other to hate because they
didn't see any of the other men as a threat to their superiority and they
respected Diana too much. To Diana, it was just boys playing 'I can do better'.
As long as it never came to any more than verbal, she didn't mind.
The meeting carried on as normal after that, at least, even if there was the
occasional jab from both of them about something or other
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Clark followed Bruce into the cave and just watched as Bruce threw his jacket
over the chair and loosened the top two buttons of his shirt as well as the
buttons of his cuffs. With two wide and silent strides, Clark was right behind
him and was practically pressed up against his back "Wayne." He sighed.
"Shut up. One second." Bruce sighed, messing with the batcomputer with no
obvious purpose to it other than to further annoy Clark and wear his patience
thinner.
"Could you-" A finger was held up by Bruce that cut Clark's sentence down
instantly. Only when Clark was seething with anger that showed on his face did
Bruce decide that he was satisfied with his BS work on the computer so turned
with a soft glare to his fellow hero "Are you done?" Clark asked with his teeth
gritted.
"For now." The billionaire sighed, a glint of pride and obnoxious victory in
his eyes before Clark proudly decided to finally get rid of that smarmy
attitude of his as the alien curled Bruce's tie around his fingers.
They kissed like they had all interactions, violently and competing for
superiority. Bruce's fingers went instantly to trailing under Clark's shirt and
digging his nails into Clark's skin as though that could hurt him in any way.
Just to humour him, Clark did groan slightly, tensing his muscles and bringing
his hands up to tightly grip Bruce's hair as the kiss was almost broken by the
smirk that spread across the billionaire's lips. The tie was undone and thrown
to the side almost instantly, its purpose having been fulfilled. His hands
smoothed down, stroking down Bruce's neck and parting the fabric of his shirt
as he did. Clark took his time in undoing each button of Bruce's shirts
(something he'd learnt a few times after Bruce became particularly frustrated
due to a ripped shirt) his fingers gentle and smooth as they delicately handled
each button. Bruce, however, was much less graceful as he took Clark's t-shirt
in both hands and wasted no time in ripping the fabric right off him. The
scraps were then discarded easily as Clark pressed Bruce against the
batcomputer while the other man removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
They pressed closer, bare skin touching like it was the only thing keeping them
grounded, and each made a noise of pleasure at the contact. Bruce was so eager
to expose the rest of Clark's body, but there wasn't time for what Bruce
wanted. Instead, easily distracting the billionaire with a deep kiss and a roll
of his hips, Clark started to undo Bruce's trousers. It was quick enough to get
them down, to break from the kiss and fall to his knees. With a smile, Bruce
shifted more room between his feet and lent back as comfortably as he could
against the computer. After a teasing kiss or two to the fabric of his
underwear, Bruce groaned and tipped his head back. He'd been hard since the
first argument, knowing exactly where it would lead them, so this was just
Clark tormenting him even more. Painfully slowly, the garment was pulled down
and he tensed as the cold air of the cave fully hit him. That temperature was
swiftly fixed by a soft and warm breath against his cock that made his eyes
roll back into his head "Fuck, Clark. Thought I'd never get you like this."
Bruce smirked. Clark was far too aroused to roll his eyes, instead starting to
slowly tease by ghosting his tongue across the length and making him groan. The
alien lost all patience soon, aided by the soft moans that he managed to coax
from Bruce's lips, and took Bruce's cock into his mouth. His eyes closed as he
gently sucked and worked his tongue across the most prominent vein on the
underside
The caped crusader quickly lost all the moans, the sounds getting caught in his
throat, and he threaded his fingers through the short dark locks of Clark's
hair so that he could so gently start to control Clark's moments. It would have
been easy enough to stop, with his strength, but he had a better, more playful
idea. While Bruce was distracted, his head tilted back in bliss, Clark took the
tie from where it was abandoned to the floor and slowly took Bruce's hands in
his. Regaining control, he did a particular thing that he knew would cause
Bruce to temporarily forget anything but the sensation so he used that time to
pull away, catch his breath slightly and bind Bruce's hands together with the
tie. They both knew he cold easily get out of it, but they also both knew that
he wouldn't try. Clark looked up at Bruce while he stroked the billionaire's
cock firmly "You know-" He said as he took in the disheveled appearance that
was usually so neat and precise "-you don't have to pretend to hate me all the
time. We could work together. Closer." A kiss pressed to the head of Bruce's
cock punctuated it.
"Who says I'm pretending?" Bruce said with a smug smile that quickly faded when
Clark rolled his eyes and took only the head of his length in his mouth,
sucking softly. It didn't take too much longer, since Clark knew all the things
that made him groan or curse or arch his back, for Bruce's breathing to quicken
and his hips to push forward slightly insistently. Clark didn't let up, taking
every last inch of Bruce's length. He almost gagged when he felt the first wad
of cum spurt from Bruce's cock, but he took every last bit of it before pulling
away and standing up. Bruce was a red-faced mess when Clark started to kiss
softly at his neck, wrapping his large arms around the other man's waist. It
was quiet and still, other than the sound of Bruce trying to catch his breath.
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After a few seconds, Clark muttered into his ear "I should be going." Another
kiss pressed just below his ear. Bruce just nodded and tried not to visibly
shudder when he was exposed to the cold. Clark didn't bother to take up his
tattered shirt, instead putting on his jacket and zipping it up fully. It
wouldn't be a long trip home, back to his normal boring life that only perked
up on superhero business. He did feel slightly guilty after this, hurting Lois
like this, but he felt like he couldn't help himself. He loved Lois, but Bruce
was different. Bruce was danger where Lois was normality, Bruce challenged him
where Lois accepted it all. He still loved her, but he craved Bruce.
Chapter End Notes
     Why do I bother with the foreplay and the plot/build up? We all know
     what the outcome is going to be.
     If you want to read a certain ship or thing or kink or whatever, just
     comment and I will try and do it as soon as I can.
     Flames will be used to defeat the Capra Demon because fuck, that guy
     is tricky.
     Hope ya enjoyed :)
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