Russian Teen Wolf Reverse
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Steve fucking billy until all he can manage is some garbled mess of Steve’s name, and broken, punched out moans. Eyes slightly unfocused, and everything thrumming with oversensitivity. Hands clawing at Steve’s back, maybe drawing blood, but he’s hardly aware of anything except the relentless pounding and the maddening drag of that cock on his prostate. But— “you can be a good boy and come one more time, for me. Can’t you, baby?”
YUSSS.
Steve drags a third orgasm out of Billy- he knows just how far to push Billy so that there are tears streaming down Billy’s face just from the sensations as he comes again as Steve strokes his thighs and watches, enthralled, the way Billy always looks like he’s having some holy vision when Steve pushes him this far and Billy comes dry and trembling and Steve finally stills, having already come and able to keep it going to get Billy in this state. It’s the best because it takes Billy so long to come down at this point, he can’t smirk or joke around or be mouthy, he can only breathe, he’s like a live wire practically vibrating, mouth parted, eyes red, cheeks wet, looking like a debauched angel and Steve kisses him all over, soft as a feather and whispers how good he was and how Steve would never want anyone else, can’t even imagine it, kisses his fingertips and the mole on his shoulder, asks his favorite question.
“Are you all mine, baby?”
“Yeah,” Billy whispers.
“And I’m all yours.”
Billy loves answering the question as much as Steve loves asking it. Because if he belongs to Steve it mean Steve wants him that much and the very thought makes him a little euphoric as Steve kiss him softly.
And anywhere outside the bedroom even when they’re affectionate together, it’s not like this, though sometimes Steve will fuck with him, throw out his favorite question because maybe he needs it because he’s having a shitty day and he can’t wait any longer- like Billy’s in his arms in some dark corner at school at Steve can’t help himself.
“Are you mine, baby?” Steve whispers in his ear. The question is so connected to what they do in bed that Steve just asking it makes Billy gasp a little.
“I…yeah.”
“And I’m all yours.”
It always makes Billy a bit weak kneed and googly eyed and totally distracted for a while after, clumsy with love for Steve. And then he’ll glare at Steve on the court or in class.
“Can’t just say that whenever, dickhead,” Billy mutters. “I’m all fucked up now.”
“Sorry,” Steve says, but the thought that he has this effect on Billy makes him smile for the rest of the day.
The Witching Hour – Not-Sequel
@thatvixenchick: Oh, btw, Kat. I thought up a sequel to closet monster wade. XD
Peter gets a girlfriend and starts inviting her over on the weekends. But one day she stays the night on a wednesday. She wakes up at the smell too. Wade is pissed. She’s screaming. Peter doesn’t know if Wade is gonna start doing it to her too or just kill her. He can tell Wade isn’t please. So he’s like “I don’t know! How can I know not to do this if I can’t remember?!” So Wade knocks the chick out, fucks Peter harder than usual and when Peter wakes in the morning, he remembers. His memories fade so long as he’s not actively trying to date. When he sees his now ex, he remembers and he runs from her because of it.
Years pass and he’s lonely but he can’t be with anyone because of Wade. Peter has a string of bad luck. Lost his job, about to lose his apartment, can’t get a girlfriend because he’s always remembering Wade when he thinks about that. So one day he’s awake when Wade shows up and he’s like “Why are you doing this? What do you want? I’ve got nothing left. I can’t live my life, so just be done with it already.” So Wade picks Peter up off the bed this time, wrapping him fully in tentacles and starts heading to the closet door. The darkness behind the door is moving and Peter is scared because he thought Wade was just going to eat him, not take him to wherever he was coming from. He wants to fight but can’t. Tries to scream, but there’s a tentacle down his throat. The scene ends with the door closing behind them.
Peter would wake up at the smell and she’d start screaming and he’s already rolling over into place but there’s a sound in the room that’s never been there before, something is wrong with the smell, and he’s confused, but he’s not worried. He’s like “Sh, it’s okay, babe,” but she’s trying to drag him towards the door and a tentacle snaps out, slamming her into the wall and she collapses to the floor. Peter is beyond startled, the monster has never been aggressive before, and he goes to check on her, but the tentacles are on him the second his foot touches the floor. The monster bites him before it’s even inside him, and its fangs break skin for the first time, making Peter shout out, but a tentacle stuffed in his mouth immediately as he’s slammed face down on the bed.
It’s ‘preparation’ is minimal this time, the large tentacle pushing at him just a few times before it slams in, and Peter bites down hard on the tentacle in his mouth at the sudden, unexpected, slightly painful stretch. The creature’s skin is impenetrable though, and the tentacle in his ass slams harder into him. The presence behind him gets closer, and then the thing’s heavy weight is crushing him against the mattress after tentacle after tentacle wraps around his entire body, tight enough that he knows it’ll leave marks (the next morning, every inch of his skin is covered in spiraling bruises).
The creature makes him cum multiple times that night, ringing orgasm after orgasm from him, even when it starts to hurt and he’s gone try. It doesn’t slow down once, every thrust furious, and he can barely catch his breath. Even his eyes hurt from crying, and when the first rays of light start to hit his blinds, he has no tears left when the creature makes him dry-orgasm one last time before disappearing as fast as it arrived, even though all Peter wants to do is sob. Not from the violation – it doesn’t feel like violation – but because he’s never been worked over so hard before, never made to feel so much. It’s only because he’s facing the rest of his bedroom that he sees the monster pick his girlfriend up and disappear into the closet. He doesn’t have the energy to feel worried for her.
He passes out immediately after, and when he wakes up the next morning, he remembers everything, remembers the monsters nightly visits, remembers forgetting them after every visit, and there’s a message on his phone from his girlfriend telling him about a weird nightmare she had last night about a tentacle monster in his closet. He’s a coward and he replies to the text breaking up with her, and he ignores every phone call that comes in for the next hour. His body in the bathroom mirror is a mess, bruised and blood smeared across his shoulders and down his chest and back. The bite itself, somehow, is already a scar, multiple rings from neck to bicep – it didn’t just use its first row of teeth, and as Peter curls up on the floor of the shower, letting the hot water clean him, he wonders if the creature made him remember on purpose or if he only remembered because of the bite.
He ignores the signs that say he might be in shock.
All the thanks to Vix as I do, after all, work best when acting as an idea soundboard. Also because omg her sequel idea is just amazing. This may become a fully-realized thing sometime in the future. Maybe.
NSFW Starters | Rough Sex |
“Open your mouth. Wider.”
“Face down, ass up. This is how I want you.”
“Get down bitch, lick my come up off the ground.”
“You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?”
“See? You can’t move at all, you’re completely under my control.”
“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.”
“On your knees, slut. Stay where I put you.”
“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to…”
“Does it bother you that you can’t see me? Good. You’ll never know what’s coming.”
“Mh, every time I hit you, you tighten down on me…”
“Count them out, if you mess up once, I’m starting over.”
“Oh, you look so frustrated…I’m not stopping, though. You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Look at me, slut. I want to see your face when I fuck you into the bed.”
“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry.”
“Go on, you said you could get away from me. You lose, pet.”
“You like when I choke you?”
“Look at all these marks on you…does it feel good?”
“Uh-uh, swallow. All of it.”
“You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.”
“Oh, are you sensitive here? What a perfect spot to torture.”
Paging @kyluxhardkinks
talk to me about deadpool being so impressed by peter parker’s parkour skills… tell me how fucking cool he finds peter’s acrobatics… like all heroes tend to have a degree of being able to do flips and semi-acrobatic stuff (deadpool included), but tell me just how fun it is to watch peter’s incredible control and his balance, his flexibility and his core muscle strength… tell me about all the multiple flips and somersaults he does… tell me
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