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You're a confident human man with a knack for pranks. Something you've always loved, especially if it puts the victim in a compromising situation like giving them a wedgie or seeing that sexy V-line on a man... That's also something, you're quite perverse, often daydreaming about the best way a man could dominate you or how pathetic a guy could look underneath you. You go both ways.
Your scent profile goes as follows:
Body odor: 6/10
Sweat: 4/10
Feet: 3/10
Farts: 7/10
Burps: 6/10
You’ve just started a new life in Beacon Hills. Away from your old, boring life in Nevada. It was a huge jump for you, but you needed it. You were burnt out and miserable. But not anymore. You moved into a worn down and old-looking house on the outer ring of town with no connections whatsoever, though you have heard of a 'McCall pack'. You figured they were just some innocent punks causing chaos. After a week of settling in and making your house a home, you head into town to see what Beacon Hills is all about.
There are four buildings worth checking out. You heard the books here were interesting, offering reads no other library does.
After a week of stressful moving, you could unwind a little by going to the gym and getting a good workout in.
You're running low on food in the fridge. And maybe you can find some nice shops in town. You could head into town for a shopping spree.
A nature walk sounds satisfying. Getting a breath of fresh air in the reserve would be a nice contrast from the dusty floors you've been dealing with.
Ethan/Aiden x Jackson - Kinks included: Farts, Facesitting, sweat, Degradation
“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s been a year, Jackson! And you still can’t remember?” Ethan yells. “Shh! Sorry, okay? I was just busy.” Jackson says, looking around to see if anyone is looking. “I’ll uh- Get you some flowers, kay?” Jackson says in a hushed tone as not to alarm anyone.
Ethan groans. “You don’t get it, do you?” He leans against the locker, blocking his boyfriend from opening it. “An anniversary is to celebrate a year together. It’s special.” Ethan says. Jackson rubs his forehead before looking Ethan in the eyes. “Are the flowers not good enough?” He asks.
Ethan rolls his eyes and pushes himself off of the locker. “No.” He says, looking down. He looks back up with a slight smirk. “You know what? Let’s go on a date tonight. I’ll get a booking, don’t worry.”
Jackson raises his eyebrows at the sudden switch. He grins. “Sounds like a deal. Thanks babe.” He says before kissing Ethan on the cheek. “I gotta go. See you tonight then?” He says, grabbing a book from his locker. “I’ll text you the details. See you tonight.” Ethan says after Jackson throws the locker closed. Jackson walks off, leaving a plotting Ethan behind.
Ethan slams the door shut of his and Aiden’s house. He throws his bag on the couch and heads up stairs. The rock music slowly becoming louder and louder until he gets to the door it’s coming from. He bangs on the door to Aiden’s bedroom, then throws open the door.
Aiden’s relaxing on his bed watching something on his phone in only a wifebeater, boxers and some socks. He barely flinches as Ethan barges in to his room. He steadily walks over to the radio and shuts it off.
“Dude. You can at least knock before coming in here.” Aiden complains.
“I did. But you couldn’t hear anything with this damn radio.” Ethan says as he slaps the old machinery.
“Hey! Hands off, Ethan!” Aiden rises up.
“Whatever.” Ethan sighs. “I need to ask a favor of you. You know my boyfriend, Jackson?” He starts.
“Yeah. That jackass.”
“That’s the one. He forgot our anniversary.”
“And? What’s that gotta do with me?”
“I wasn’t done. You know… That thing you’ve always wanted us to try?”
Aiden’s eyes light up as he adjusts himself to sit more up right. “Yeah, go on.”
Jackson arrived at the location. It’s an abandoned cabin in the reserve. He’s unsure why Ethan wants to have a date here, but since he’s his boyfriend he doesn’t really give it much more thought.
“Ethan! Babe?” He yells, hoping for an answer from the inside. When he realizes he isn’t going to get one he slowly opens the door. Inside looks cozy, like a normal cabin. He slips inside.
“Babe?” He says again, looking around. He closes the door behind him and steps further in. The living room has a nice leather couch, a rug with a boho pattern on it and a lot of wooden accents such as in the coffee table and end tables. “Hello? Ethan?” He calls out again.
Jackson sighs and explores the rest of the ground floor and finds nothing. When he reaches the stairs, he notices some flower petals on the steps. He grins to himself, feeling his dick already excited for what’s to come.
He walks up the stairs, following the trail through the dark and dingy looking hallway until he gets to a slightly ajar door. The golden light shing through the crack.
“Babe?” He says, grabbing the door and pushing it open. Inside the room he finds a comfy looking bed with a heart on the sheets. Inside the words ‘Wait here’ are spelled out in petals. Jackson scoffs with a grin. In an act to think ahead, he starts undressing.
A little later as Jackson had just wriggled out of his pants he hears a thud. As he steps out of the pants on his ankles, footsteps start coming towards the door. Jackson quickly climbs onto the bed, laying on his side to look as sexy as possible for his boyfriend.
The steps become louder until they stop at the door. Jackson’s stomach flutters in excitement, his dick throbbing with want as the door slowly opens.
Stepping into the room is a man. Someone Jackson barely recognizes. “Ethan?” He asks, looking at the almost familiar guy in front of him.
“It’s me, babe.” The man says, the voice sounding like Ethan’s but deeper and more guttural. “Is this some kind of prank?” Jackson scoffs with an awkward smile. “No. This was the date I wanted.” The guy says, walking over to the bed. He’s fully clothed, but Jackson doesn’t recognize them. “Just us. In this little cabin where no one can hear us.” His eyes glint with a sudden mischief. Jackson’s hairs stand up.
“This isn’t your wolf form, is it?” Jackson tries to wrap his head around the sudden transformation. “No. Obviously not. You’ve seen my wolf form, dumbass.” He says with a scoff.
“Then what is…” Jackson says, having sat up and gestures at the guy’s face. “Call us Steiner. Includes the both of us.” Steiner grins, leaning towards Jackson. “Steiner..? Like your last name?” Jackson asks. Steiner sighs in disbelief. “How dumb is this dickhead?” A voice says, coming from the same mouth that Ethan’s voice came from.
“It’s still my boyfriend, Aiden.” Steiner says to himself, turning his head away. “Wait… You…” Jackson says, squinting suspiciously. “You’re merged?” Jackson finally says.
“Goddamn. Took you long enough.” Aiden’s distorted voice says.
Jackson’s eyes widen at the realization, covering up his bulge as he goes red in the face. He goes to get up.
“No, no, no. You’re staying in bed.” Ethan says as their body moves to pin him under them. “You’re gonna learn what happens when you forget our anniversary.” Steiner grins. Jackson stares up at their face. There’s a strange jagged line in the middle of their face, both sides slightly different but eerily similar.
“Are you just going to stare?” Aiden’s voice says. “W-Why are you here too?” Jackson asks, still looking confused. “Oh… You’ll see.” He says, a wicked grin growing on their face. Steiner moves up to sit on Jackson’s abdomen and takes off their shirt. The line on their face moves down all the way. Jackson can only stare as the merged body of his boyfriend and his brother sheds their clothes.
“You already feeling it?” Ethan says to his brother with a smirk. “Oh yeah. This’ll be a good opener.” Aiden says back as they look down at Jackson.
“I-I still don’t understand. Babe, why are you merged with your brother? Is this to mess with me?” Jackson pleads. “Answer me!” He yells as Steiner keeps undressing themselves. “Don’t worry about it, Jacks. Trust me, you’re in… fine hands.” He says with a bit of hesitation. “No, that doesn’t answer my damn question.” Jackson says, trying to get up. Steiner pushes him back down.
“Listen here, dick for brains. You’re gonna lie down and do as your told. It’ll all make sense in a minute but for now just shut up and wait.” Aiden’s dominant voice comes from their body. “No! Let me go, jackasses! This isn’t funny!” Jackson thrashes.
“Oh it’s very funny.” Aiden says as they chuckle. After realizing his wriggling and trashing doesn’t work, Jackson growls at them while showing his fangs and yellow eyes. Steiner pauses for a moment before growling back, twice as loud as Jackson.
“You don’t scare me, babe. You know we can easily take you. Just stop fucking moving for three goddamn seconds. We’ve got restraints with us, don’t make us use them.” Ethan says sternly.
Jackson sighs as he watches Steiner continue undressing. He can’t help but admire their gorgeous body as he does. The merged twins slide down their pants, revealing their impressive length. “Holy shit…” Jackson gawks, staring right at it.
“Combined twins = combined assets.” Ethan says as they grin. “But more importantly…” He starts as they get on all fours above Jackson. “The ass.” A wicked glint appears in their eyes as they turn themselves around, now their ass hovering above Jackson’s face.
“That’s an amazing looking ass, Etha- Uhh… Steiner?” He says.
“I don’t mind the compliments, Jackson. Neither does my brother.” Aiden says, the enjoyment audible in his voice. “I don’t mind talking dirty to an asshole like you.”
Jackson scoffs. “You’re the real asshole.”
“Oh yeah?” Aiden responds. “What about my asshole?” He says as they plummet their ass onto Jackson’s face.
“Mrrpph!” Jackson tries to yell but the fat ass on his face muffle it. “What’s that?” Aiden says as they wiggle their ass on his face. Jackson tries to tap their legs to get out from under them. “This isn’t wrestling, Jacks. You’re not getting out from this.” Ethan says as he guides Jackson’s hand to his side.
“Wait, I wanna know what he’s thinking.” Ethan says.
“Fine. Would’ve rather choked him out with our ass.”
“But then we couldn’t do what we’ve been wanting to do.”
“Yeah. Right.” Ethan responds before they slightly lift up their ass.
“Speak.” Aiden commands.
“Get me out from under here!” Jackson groans. “Jesus christ, I can’t get any air. Are you two trying to kill me?” He complains. “And I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but my nose is soaked with sweat. Fucking hell.”
“Oh that was planned.” Ethan says with a chuckle. “We needed to prepare to give you the best punishment, y’know?”
Jackson doesn’t respond for a little. He then scoffs with a grin as he stares upwards at the sweaty crack. “This? Is my punishment?” He licks his lips as his dick hardens. “You’ll need to try harder, babe.”
“Oh, I’m sick of him bro. I feel it. Let’s give him some.” Aiden says. Before Jackson can speak, they drop their ass down onto his face again, earning them a groan. He’s stopped wriggling, now enjoying being smothered by his boyfriends (and his brother’s) ass.
That is until Steiner leans forward, forcing Jackson’s wrists to stay at his side and…
PPPPFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT
A huge blast of rotten air gets filtered into Jackson’s nose. “Hmmprhh!” Is all that comes from the cocky jock underneath the merged twins.
“Ahh… Fuck. That felt good.” Aiden groans. “Oh damn. It reeks too.” Ethan chuckles. “Your poor boyfriend! Hope he learns a lesson from this, bro.” Aiden says. “He fucking better. After this, I doubt he’d ever forget this day.” Ethan says as they look down.
“Holy shit. He’s enjoying this, Ethan.” Aiden says as they point at Jackson’s throbbing cock. Steiner reaches out and squeezes it playfully. “You enjoy the stench of our ass, Jacks?” Ethan says with a playful grin on their face. “He’s packing too, ain’t he?” Aiden jokes. “Oh he is. But usually I feel it somewhere else.” Ethan laughs. Jackson groans.
“Oh-“ Ethan says, raising their ass again. “Fuck you!” Jackson yells, his voice a little hoarse. “Sh. Sh. Sh.” Aiden sushes. “Sniff.” He orders.
PPFFFFRRRRR
They rip another fart straight into Jackson’s face, forcing him to inhale their combines stench. He whines before their ass crashes back onto his face. They wiggle a little. “Get his nose in our crack.” Ethan says. “I was already on it, dumbass.” Aiden responds.
Jackson tries to wriggle his head away, not letting the merged twins get his nose in between their cheeks until they rise their ass again and a hand gets placed on his forehead. “Stop trying to escape, dumbass. This is your punishment. Take it.” Aiden growls before sitting back down. Jackson whines again before hearing a…
FSHHHHH
Jackson’s eyes water as the pungent stench goes from Steiner’s asshole straight into his nose. The smell is foul. A combination between sweat from their ass crack, rotten eggs and straight sulfur filtered right into his system. He grunts, trying to catch his bearings as his head swims.
“Yeahhh!” Aiden cheers. “Sniff that up, dickhead! Take a real wolves’ farts.” He says as they laugh. They grab Jackson’s dick and start to stroke. “Woah, bro. That’s *my* boyfriend, remember?” Ethan says. “Yeah? So? You agreed to do this. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of this pathetic bitch cumming to our stench.” Aiden argues.
“Fine.” Ethan replies, turning their head around and lifting up their ass. “You like that, Jacks?” They grin down sinisterly. Jackson can only reply in a groan, his face contorted into a mix of disgust, lust and pleading for mercy.
“Answer us.” Ethan orders. Jackson groans again. “F-Fuck off.” He manages to muster. “Wrong.” The wolf answers as he sits back down. But then he rises back up. “Hold on. I think he needs a bit more motivation to answer.” Aiden says, their hands moving from the back of Jackson’s head and his dick to their hips as they slowly peel off their underwear.
Jackson stares up at the luscious ass above his face, seeing the sweat tangled within the hairs in their crack. The stink coming from their butt hits him like a wave. The strong scent of sweat mixed within the stench of ass, making Jackson’s mouth water a little and making his voice catch in his throat.
“Like what you see?” Ethan says, playing with his boyfriend as if he’s a toy. “Who cares!” Aiden says as they force themselves back down onto Jackson’s face, making Jackson groan. Steiner sway their hips from side to side, letting each cheek engulf Jackson’s face entirely until their hole is right in front of Jackson’s nose.
“I think I feel his nose.” Aiden says. “Yeah.” Ethan says. Steiner grins, almost a like a silent agreement. They rise one ass cheek, allowing Jackson to see a sliver of light before getting hit with…
PFFFFFFFFFRRRRTTT… RRRRRRFFTTTT…
A long, brassy fart gets let loose onto Jackson’s face. Steiner moans. “Agh, that one felt good.” Ethan says. “A long one too. Those beans really did their job, huh?” Aiden says, playfulness in his tone. “Hope your boytoy likes it.”
“Oh trust me, he did.” Ethan says, turning their head around to look at Jackson’s rock hard dick. They laugh. “You’re a fucking pushover, Jackson. Acting so damn high and mighty, but here you are, underneath our ass and loving every single huff of stench we release. Pathetic slut.” Aiden says. Ethan doesn’t respond.
“I think he’s learnt his lesson, don’t you think?” Aiden says. “Yeah. Hopefully.” Ethan says, disappointment clear in his voice. “What’s up, bro?” Aiden asks.
“You’re enjoying this more than I thought.” Ethan says.
“Yeah. This was my idea first, wasn’t it? Of course I’m gonna have my fun after wanting to do this for years.”
“But… It’s still my fucking boyfriend.”
“So? You said he’d be a perfect victim. I’ll treat him as one.”
“You can’t just do that. He’s still mine, we’d do it on my terms.”
“Fuck your terms, bro! You were right in saying he’s the perfect victim. I was just having my fun.”
“Well, this ends today. Never again.”
“Oh fuck yo-“ Aiden wants to retort, until they get tapped on their thigh.
“MMMPHR!” Jackson’s yell gets muffled. “Oh, fuck.” Ethan says, getting off of Jackson. He rises back up, gasping for air. A look of mixed emotions glued on his face of anger, lust and shame. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
“You… Assholes!” He yells. “I’m so getting both of you back for this.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t get fucking horny after eating our farts.” Aiden growls. “Bro, stop teasing MY boyfriend.” Ethan responds. “Whatever. Let’s disperse.” Aiden says, unamused.
Steiner growls as the line in the middle of them tears open, both of their bodies slowly materializing from in it as if they were wearing a skinsuit together. The two guys stand there, both naked. Jackson checks Ethan out, a small smirk growing on his face. “Looking good, Eef.” He grins. “Thanks, fart-slut.” Ethan winks back, earning him an eyeroll from Jackson.
“Shut up, lovebirds.” Aiden says, grabbing his clothes from the floor. “No.” The couple says in unison. He scoffs. “This was the worst rendition of what could’ve happened.” He complains. “You’re the one who forgot we were smothering my *boyfriend*. We agreed you were just adding to the stink and nothing else.” Ethan says, stepping in front of Jackson.
“What? I couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend is a jackass. He deserved it. Now we know he’s a total whore for some wolf ass.” Aiden grins as Jackson over Ethan’s shoulder. “Shut it.” Jackson snaps. “Oh shut up. You were throbbing underneath us.” Aiden rolls his eyes. He finishes putting his clothes on.
Ethan and Jackson only glare in silence as Aiden buckles his belt. “What? Mad at me?” He says with a smirk. “Stay away from my boyfriend.” Ethan says, stepping towards him. “You’re the one who wanted to do this.” Aiden scoffs, his smirk still plastered on his face. “And we were going to do it on my terms.” He growls back.
Aiden lets the silence hang. Until he reaches a hand towards his ass.
Prrrffrrt
A rumble comes from his butt with his hand cupping it. He then pushes his cupped hand into Ethan’s face. Ethan flinches, the smell hitting him like a punch. “Fuck you!” He says. Aiden laughs as he walks to the door.
“Take care of my brother. Don’t forget the next one.” Aiden says to Jackson in a low tone before he leaves.
The door slams, leaving Jackson and Ethan alone in the room. Ethan turns around to face Jackson. “What he said. Never. Ever. Forget our anniversary, ever again.” Ethan threatens. “Why not? You’ll do this shit again?” Jackson teases. “Might have to then.” He winks. Ethan shoves him. “You’re kidding.” He says with a laugh.
“Why else was my dick hard, Eef? Your ass… Or I guess that ass was amazing.” Jackson says, grabbing Ethan by his waist, his dick rubbing against Ethan’s.
“Filthy fuck.” Ethan chuckles as the vibe switches tension from heated to romantic. Jackson grabs his phone out of his pant pocket and turns on some romantic music before grabbing Ethan’s ass.
“I’m gonna get you two back at some point. Such a dick move.” Jackson says with a smirk. “Go after my brother first. I’ll help you.” Ethan replies. “Good.” Jackson says before the passionately kissing.
Aiden stands behind the door his brother and his boyfriend are making out in, listening in on them conspiring against him.
“Not any time soon, brother. Not any time soon…” He mumbles to himself as he leaves the house, leaving the two lovebirds fucking on the very bed he got Jackson addicted to his and his brother’s stench.
Parrish x Theo - Kinks included: Feet, Boots, Massage, Humiliation, Role-Reversal
It’s 2 in the afternoon and deputy Jordan Parrish gets a call over his radio.
“10-31 down at the Eichen House. Deputy Parrish, you’re up.”
Before the man can even finish his sentence, Parrish has already started up his cop car and started driving with his sirens blaring. It’s about a 20 minute drive from the sheriff’s office to the Eichen House.
When he gets there, he walks out the door to see Scott with his knees on a guy’s back and holding his arms pinned behind him.
“Parrish!” He shouts. The deputy runs over. “What seems to be the issue?” He says, studying the guy on the floor. “Nothing!” He says, a slight smirk.
“Theo tried breaking in. Probably out to try to recruit someone else into his fake pack.” Scott says. “We found out cause he told Liam.” He explains. “Knew I shouldn’t have trusted that beta.” Theo groans. “Alright. I’ll take him in. Thanks, Scott.” Parrish says with a nod as he grabs Theo’s wrists from Scott and lifts him up to his feet.
“You’re coming with me.” Parrish says sternly as he cuffs Theo. “Easy now, Officer. My wrists are pretty sensitive.” He grins over his shoulder. “As long as you don’t wriggle as much, the less they’ll hurt.” Parrish says.
He gives a quick nod to Scott and his pack before he walks off with Theo. Once at his car, he puts the petty criminal in the back of his car and shuts the door.
“What were you trying to achieve at Eichen House in the first place?” Jordan says as he starts the car.
“Just like Scott said. I wanted some more members of my… ‘fake’ pack.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Officer, do you know what it’s like to be alone. Not have anyone looking out for you?”
“Not exactly. But trying to break in to Eichen House wouldn’t be my first choice.” He chuckles. Theo looks at the back of Parrish’s head, studying him.
“No. Me either. The place stunk anyways. Wouldn’t have gone in there anyways.” Theo says, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head.
“What. Can’t you handle a bit of smell?” Jordan looks in to the rearview mirror, looking at Theo’s annoyed face.
“Of course I can. Eichen House didn’t have the right people, anyways.” Theo says.
Parrish shakes his head as he pulls into the sheriff’s office parking lot. He gets out, pulls Theo out too and head inside. Theo ignores the stares from all the other deputies as he’s led into an office in the right corner of the sheriff’s office.
“Sit down.” Parrish orders as he leads him towards the chair. Theo sits and Parrish takes off the handcuffs.
“So. The REAL reason you tried to break into Eichen House was to… build a pack.” The deputy says as he walks around the table and sits him in front of the chimera.
“Yeah. That’s what Scott said, right? And the alpha in town is always right, isn’t he?” Theo says, a playful smirk planted on his face.
“He’s definitely right a lot of the time. But I’m having doubts about this time.” Jordan says, tilting his head slightly.
“Why?” Theo says, squinting his eyes. “Why don’t you believe it?”
“Because it was reckless. You don’t seem like the reckless type. I’ve never seen you with my own eyes, Theo. But I’ve heard about you from the McCall pack. You’re methodical. Knew how to get under peoples skin, but here you are. Revealing your plan to Liam? Exact time and place. You’re after something else.” Parrish says, staring into Theo’s analyzing eyes.
Theo stays silent a while, staring back at the deputy. His mouth slowly grows into a smirk. “You’ve done your research, deputy.” He leans back. “But… What did I really want?” Theo says with his signature smirk.
“I think.” Parrish says. He leans back in his seat also. “You wanted an excuse to see what the sheriff’s office was like. How nice the deputy’s were so you know what you can get away with. What our relations are with the McCall pack.” He says. He plants his boots on the table in front of him.
Theo’s eyes move to the bottom Parrish’s boot, then back at Parrish. “Getting comfortable?” He asks. “Well, I must say officer. You’ve got a keen eye.”
“I do.” Jordan smiles. “But… In order for you to learn about how we deputies work, I’ll need to teach you.” He says, tilting his head again, looking past his boot at Theo. “We operate a little differently. We believe in punishment over jailtime. And luckily for me, I know your perfect punishment.” Deputy Parrish says with a wolfish grin on his face.
“Oh yeah? What’s that-“ Theo says, leaning in, putting his forearms on his lap. Before he can fully finish sentence, The deputy is already untying the laces of his work boots. Theo leans back up, watching Parrish’s fingers slowly loosening his boots with a look of shock.
“You accidentally revealed your weakness, didn’t you? You don’t like stink. So…” Parrish says, now fully slipping off one of his work boots. “Why don’t you start off your punishment with a good whiff.”
Theo stares at the socked foot in front of him. Parrish wiggles his toes as Theo’s eyes are glued to them. The warm musk of stinky sweat that built up of a day of deputy work in those thick boots wafting into his nose. He scrunches his face.
“Don’t like it? Come on, Theo. It’s just a small price to pay for breaking into private property. Maybe you should’ve thought twice about provoking the Beacon Hills deputies.”
“Officer- Fuck.” Theo leans turns his head, the back of his hand pressed against the bottom of his nose. “How can someone’s feet smell so bad.” He groans.
Parrish’s grin widens as he sees Theo’s disgust. “You know how it is. Being a town’s deputy is hard labor. Worked up quite the sweat today and the heat doesn’t help. Oh, and I’ve been wearing the same pair of socks for a few days. I was hoping I’d get to do this to someone.” He says, the enjoyment dripping from his words.
Theo looks back over to the socked foot in front of him and then at Parrish. “So… What do I do to get free?” He asks with hesitancy. “Worship them. Make sure I can hear you sniff them. Make me feel good.” He shrugs, the playful still planted on his face.
Theo inhales, letting the foot funk of the deputy invade his senses. He groans. “Well… Alright.” He says, raising his hands. He takes hold of Parrish’s foot with both hands and starting to massage them.
“Agh, yeah. That’s the good stuff. Make sure to get the toes too.” He says, letting his head fall back as he enjoys the sensation of Theo working at his foot. “Make sure I can hear you sniff at least three time, Theo. Want to make sure you’re getting the full punishment.”
Theo’s eyes move from the soles, linger on Parrish’s face then back at the soles as the corners of his mouth raise slightly. “You know, deputy. I’ve actually learnt a lot about massages.” He starts.
“Oh, that’s convenient!” Parrish says, still relaxing.
“Yeah, so I know the right pressure points to hit for the most satisfaction.” Theo keeps explaining as he works the foot. “I’ll need to take off the sock, officer.”
“Go ahead. Give them a good whiff while you’re at it.” He says, his head lifting to look at Theo as the man slowly slips off his sock. Theo looks Parrish straight in the eyes as he lifts the sock up to his nose and takes a whiff.
“Mmh. Fuck.” He says, putting the sock on the table. “I can tell you haven’t washed them.” Theo scrunches his face again. “How about these come off too, officer?” He suggests.
“Go ahead.” Parrish says with a nod. He watches Theo peel off his shoe and sock with a satisfied grin and his dick rock hard. “Man, I love watching people get high off my scent. I should do this more often.” He says proudly. “You’ve definitely got enough stink to go around, officer.” Theo grins as he gives a quick sniff of Parrish’s boot. He recoils a little at the smell and gives Parrish a little smirk.
“Alright.” Theo says, positioning Parrish’s sweaty feet side to side in front of him. The scent of them hitting him like a tidal wave, but he won’t let it distract him. “There are a few points in the foot that are… satisfying.” He slowly lets his hand move across the deputies inner ankle, making sure to relax the muscle.
“First you start slow. To make sure the blood is flowing.” Theo says. Parrish relaxes back in to his seat, enjoying the worship. The sweat on his feet letting the petty criminal’s fingers slide across his feet smoothly.
Theo continues for a few minutes until he feels the muscles are fully relaxed. He then switches over to massage the top of the foot, moving around the ankle down to the achilles tendon (back of the foot above the heel) and making sure to move his hand firm but carefully across the foot in small circles.
“Agh..” Parrish moans as his head. “You’re good.” He says, his euphoria clear in his voice. “This isn’t even the best part.” Theo grins as his hands move towards the sole, keeping up the circular motion downwards. The deputy groans in bliss.
Then in a split second, Theo presses a specific spot underneath the heel which sends a shock of pleasure through the deputy’s body. Parrish moans. “Ah- Fuck! Holy shit…” He says. “Like that?” Theo grins as he presses it again. Parrish’s body jolts once more. “Oh my god, Theo. When did you learn to- Agh, Fuck!” the officer manages to say in between moans.
“Just a little something I picked up.” Theo smirks. He keeps pressing down on the sensitive spot. Parrish is a shaky, bumbling and horny mess as the shocks keep coming. “Ah-“ He moans, breathing heavy as he tries to keep the noise to a minimum. “S-Stahhp-“ He whimpers.
“Do you really want me to? That tent in your pants is telling me otherwise.” Theo grins. “Yea-Yeah. Stop~” He manages to breath out. “Yeah, keep going?” Theo chuckles. “Alright then.” He says, pressing even harder. “Ah!” Jordan yelps, his body folding as he scream into the air. The tent in his pants twitching with each press of the sensitive area. He palms his crotch as the horniness clouds his mind.
Theo’s smirk evolves into a wicked grin as he sees his little plan work. As he keeps pressing and massaging, he grabs one of Parrish’s socks and tosses it onto the deputies face. “Get a face full of your own stink, officer.” He smirks. The deputy only groans, too overloaded on sensations to react. He inhales, taking his own stink up the nose. He groans, his dick twitching even more.
“Come on, deputy. You’re close, huh?” Theo smirks. “Yeah.” Parrish replies, his voice breathy. “Let me get you there.” Theo replies, setting a more punishing pace.
Jordan can’t take the heat anymore, hastily unbuckling his belt and reaching into his pants to stroke himself. But as he starts, Theo pulls his hands away. “I think we’ve had our fun.” Theo says, leaning back in his chair. Parrish keeps stroking himself, his mind lost in lust as he inhales his own stench from the sock on his face.
“This isn’t very professional, is it?” Theo teases. “Maybe I should get sheriff Stilinski in here.” He adds. The mention of his name makes Jordan freeze. He takes the sock off of his face and looks around.
“Oh god.” He says, pulling his hand out of his pants and grabbing his belt from the floor in a hurry. Panic flares in his eyes as he realizes his job is at risk here. He quickly puts on his belt and takes his bare feet off the table, leaving prints behind. He looks at Theo with a serious face.
“Don’t tell the Sheriff about this.” He says sternly. “That depends on what you’ll do for it.” Theo grins. Jordan keeps putting on his clothes as they talk. “What do you want.”
“Help me with a little something. I want to look through the files on the McCall pack. Oh and not to mention this break-in ever.” Theo says in a sinister tone as he leans in.
“Done.” Parrish says, sitting back up in his chair. He regains his professional composure as he looks Theo in the eyes. “You have my word. I’m not telling anybody.”
“Good.” He grins. “You do smell great, officer.” He winks. Jordan’s face flushes red. “I’ll think twice about giving that punishment out next time.” He says, getting up from his chair. “Follow me. Let’s get you those files. And thanks. I know who to go to when I need a good massage.” Parrish says, his face still red and avoiding eye contact.
Theo gets up, that mischievous grin plastered on his face as he follows the deputy. This was just the first part of his plan and no one sees it coming.
“Garrett! Pass!” Liam yelled. It was the night of the Beacon Hill Cyclones versus Devenford Prep. A match Liam had been dreading since the start of the season. Brett has been messing with his head all game and the scores being tied in the final stretch doesn’t help.
Liam’s forehead shines with sweat. He clutches his lacrosse stick harder as the ball hits it. He turns, quickly calculates his throw and…
WHOOSH!
His ball hits the net. The Cyclones quickly erupt into cheers as Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Danny and the others raise him up into the air. The Cyclones finally beat the Devenford Prep. The team celebrates together, walking towards their families who were watching or grabbing water and hanging with the team. But Liam hangs back a little, enjoying the victory. Brett walks over.
“Good job, Liam.” He says, as cool as ever. “Thanks.” Liam says, awkwardly. “No snide comment?” Brett asks. “Nah. It was a game well played.” He says, surprised at his own humility.
“You know. That play with Garrett was good. We didn’t see it coming at all.” Brett starts. Liam looks over at his team. “Yeah.” Liam says, not paying attention to their conversation anymore as he’s counting heads. He sees Scott, Stiles, Kira, Jackson, Danny and Isaac. Someone is missing.
“I’m finally to you and you zone out. Am I that boring?” Brett says, stepping in front of Liam. “Ah, sorry. No-“ Liam shakes his head. “Just zoned out. What were you saying?” Liam asks.
The team slowly filters out towards the locker rooms. Liam and Brett stay back, talking at the fields. When it’s finally time and the celebration moves towards Scott’s house, Brett finally leaves and Liam heads into the locker rooms. It’s eerily quiet, but Liam doesn’t think much of it. He sits down and takes off his lacrosse gear, leaving him in a soaked undershirt, boxers and socks. He sits down and takes a swig of his water, but then hears a noise coming from the shower area.
He gets up, weary of his surroundings. He slowly moves towards the back until a familiar scent enters his nostrils. The scent of an alpha. He takes a whiff, enjoying the smell. It’s Scott’s. He’s sure of it. He relaxes a little due to the familiar scent and walks past the corner of the showers.
There he sees one of Scott’s socks hung up by a string. That’s the source of the pungent scent. Liam looks around, not noticing anyone. He figures this must’ve been a prank by the other members of his team on Scott or something. He takes his opportunity and moves towards the sock, pressing it against his nose and inhaling the intoxicating, masculine stink of his alpha. The pheromones making his eyes flutter a little and making his dick hard.
Until he feels a sharp sting in his neck and the next second, he falls on the floor unconscious.
“I knew a beta boy like you wouldn’t be able to resist his alpha’s scent. Time to come with me.” A guy says, appearing from behind the corner with a crossbow in hand. He leans down and grabs Scott’s sock and takes a sniff as well.
“Mmmh. I understand why you were so mesmerized by his sock. Smells manly.” He smiles as he grabs Liam’s limp body and walks off, hidden by the darkness.
A few hours later, Liam groans as his eyes flutter open. The first thing he notices is the stench hitting his nose.
“Augh-“ He groans. He tries to cover his nose, but his arms are strung up. He struggles in his restraints. He looks around. He’s stuck in what looks like a shed, lit by a few candles and a weak light hanging above a table. On the table he sees a bunch of tools and some sources of the stench. A shoe, some socks, a bottle of… something, a whip, an herb of some kind and a jar with some sort of powder.
“Wha- Who’s there? Hey! Who did this!” Liam yells as he struggles in his restraints. His socked feet barely don’t touch the floor as he flails to get free.
“Calm down, beta boy. You’ll just waste your energy.” A voice is heard. Stepping out of the shadows is…
“Garrett? Why?” Liam asks.
“Don’t worry Liam. You’re just a pawn to get to that alpha whose scent you love so much.” Garrett grins. Liam’s face goes red. “But now that I have you here…” Garrett says as he walks over to the table full of items. “I think I’ll have my fun with one of my hotter teammates. How many people can say that?” Garrett grins over to Liam.
“What the fuck? Dude! Let me go. Now.” Liam growls as he bears his fangs and his eyes glow yellow. “Woah there.” Garrett says, grabbing the herb. “Let’s calm down, alright? You’re in no danger.” He says, walking over and showing no fear. He holds the herb closer to Liam.
“Don’t want to catch a rash now, do we?” Garrett grins. Liam looks at the plant and back at Garrett, not backing down. “You don’t recognize it, do you.” Garrett says, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “It’s wolfsbane, dumbass.” He says.
Liam’s face turns a little more worried. Garrett moves the wolfsbane under Liam’s nose. “Take a whiff.” He says in an authoritative tone. Liam fights in, turning his head away and trying to kick Garrett away. Garrett grabs his leg and moves it to the side as he steps in between his legs.
“I said. Whiff.” He orders as he grabs Liam’s head back to the front. Liam can’t hold his breath anymore and he inhales. The poison immediately takes effect as his eyes flicker back to their normal form and his fangs retract.
Liam groans as he starts sweating and feeling himself weaken. “There you go! See. Not that hard.” Garrett says, giving Liam a weak punch on the chest. He moves back towards the table.
“You’re dead, Garrett. Scott is going to find you and free me. And once he does, I’m killing you myself.” Liam says through his breaths. Sweat starts to pool on his forehead.
“Really? Well, I do want Scott over here. But I’m not sure about him freeing you.” Garrett replies, his back still turned towards Liam. “Your alpha is a little more difficult to lure than you were.” He says as if he’s thinking out loud.
“What?” Liam growls.
Garrett turns around. “You were thinking with your dick the moment you smelt Scott’s stink. Scott wouldn’t do that. So, you’ll be my bait. The moment he smells you, and trust me. He will.” He says nodding his head to Liam’s sweaty pits. “His alpha instincts are gonna kick in and I’ll strike.” Garrett says.
“That’s not going to work.” Liam growls.
“Why not?” Garrett smirks.
“He’s not that dumb.”
“He may not be. But I also didn’t think you’d go for a sock hanging from the ceiling and that worked.” Garrett mocks. Liam’s face goes red.
“You really do adore your alpha, huh? What is it you like the most about him? His body? His authority? His personality? Or is it really just his smell?” Garrett questions, moving forward.
“His strength. Personality. The way he takes care of everyone.” Liam replies.
“Is that so?” Garret says, now standing in front of Liam. His hands move forwards towards Liam’s pits. His fingers caress the light hairs from his armpits, feeling the sweat. “Damn. You’re pretty soaked.” He grins. He raises fingers towards his nose.
Garrett moans. “You reek, Liam.” He says. Liam’s face turns red again. “Perfect for being a Scott lure.” He says in a flirtatious whisper. “Now about that fun.” Garrett smirks, looking up into Liam’s eyes as his hand travels down towards Liam’s groin.
Liam groans. “Glad you took off the lacrosse gear. Now I get the raw stench of a lacrosse champion.” Garrett grins as he moves his face towards Liam’s exposed armpit. He takes an audible whiff. “Fuck yeah.” He groans. He moves his face closer and starts worshipping Liam’s armpit.
Liam wriggles in his restraints, the feeling of Garrett lapping at his pits making him ticklish. Garrett’s rubs his hand across Liam’s now stiffening cock through his boxers as he keeps worshipping under Liam’s strung up arm.
“Urgh… Garrett… What’re you doing.” Liam says, his voice weak from the pleasure and the wolfsbane. “Having my fun. And by the feels of it, you’re enjoying it too.” Garrett smiles before going back in to Liam’s pit.
Liam turns his head and watches Garrett worship him. He can feel Garrett’s palm moving across his dick, making it all the more enjoyable. He bites his lips, submitting to the enjoyment and letting it happen. Liam moves his armpit around to coat Garrett’s entire face in sweat. “Get in there.” Liam eggs on.
Garrett smiles as Liam encourages him. He lifts his head, rising back up to stand up right. “Enjoying it, are we?” He licks his lips, tasting Liam’s sweat still on his lips. “I won’t hog all the fun.” He says, turning around. Liam watches Garrett’s hips sway. Liam’s horniness clear by the tent in his shorts. Garrett grabs something and walks back over to him.
“And by me having all the fun I meant worshipping.” Garrett says, raising a black, worn-out boot. “I better hear big fucking whiffs, beta.” He grins as he grabs the back of Liam’s head and pushes the boot into his face. Liam moans as the stench-filled shoe is forced onto his nose.
“I wore this bad boy for 5 days straight before this, specially for you.” He winks. Liam squints his eyes as Garrett moves the boot to watch Liam’s face. “Tell me what you smell, beta boy.” He purrs. “Sweat. A lot of it.” Liam whines.
“Come on. That can’t be all.” Garrett says, tilting his head and obviously enjoying it.
“It reeks. Cheese, maybe?” Liam says then takes another whiff.
“Rubber? It’s warm and concentrated…” He says.
“You’re enjoying this even more, huh?” Garrett says, looking down at Liam’s twitching member. “You like being forced into a boot.” He looks up, now with a predatory grin. “Good to know, Liam.” He winks. Liam’s cheeks flush as he breathes in the boot funk.
As he finishes his sentence, a crack is heard. Garrett looks over at the door. “Oh! Seems like our alpha has entered the property.” Garrett grins. He takes the boot away and quickly walks over to the table and grabs the socks. “Open up, Liam.” He purrs.
Liam hesitates, but parts his lips slightly. Garrett quickly ties the socks together and puts them into Liam’s mouth and ties them around his head.
“They’re mine. Enjoy the salt.” Garrett winks. Liam’s tongue explores the damp fabric on it’s own, tasting the sweat from Garrett’s feet. “Too bad I couldn’t get you to finish. Would’ve been fun.” Garrett grins as he grabs a crossbow and loads it. “And if you want more, you know where to find me.” He grins again before he vanishes into the darkness.
Liam hangs there by his arms, soaked in sweat, dick hard and mouth hog-tied by Garrett’s socks. The door of the shed flies open to reveal Scott.
“Oh my god- Liam!” He says, rushing over. “Who did… this…” He says, trailing off as he notices Liam’s hard-on and soaked clothes.
“Mmpphrf!” Liam’s yells into the socks.
“What? Wait.” Scott says as he goes to untie the socks from Liam’s mouth. As he does so, Liam spots Garrett approach from behind. “Scott, watch out!” Liam yells as soon as the socks exit his mouth. Scott turns around as the shot is fired.
With Liam’s free feet, he kicks Scott to the floor with all his might which causes Garrett to miss. “Oh crap-“ Garrett says in a panic before sprinting off, out the door of the shed.
“Holy shit, Liam. Thanks.” Scott smiles. “Garrett? Really?” He says, watching him sprint away from a distance. “Anyways.” He turns back around to see Liam’s puppy eyes looking at him. “Don’t. Talk about it.” Liam says. Scott only chuckles as he starts to untie Liam, his pit right in front of Liam’s face. Liam takes a whiff, taking in the scent that got him in this situation in the first place.
Scott notices, but decides not to say anything as he grins to himself. “So. Enjoyed your little… getaway with Garrett?” He teases. “Shut up and get me out of here.” Liam growls. Scott chuckles again as Liam is freed.
“Here. Your clothes. I found them in the locker room.” He says. “Thanks.” Liam says. “I’ll- uh- keep watch outside.” Scott says. Liam nods.
Liam puts on his clothes, licking his lips as he tastes the last lingering bits of Garrett’s stench on his face, making his dick twitch more.
He exits the shed and walks off with Scott, knowing he’s got enough jerk-off material for the next week.
Derek x Isaac - Kinks included: Feet, Sweat, Body odor - 1960 words
“And that’s the bell. Be sure to study for those exams next month.” Isaac’s teachers says. Isaac sighs as he slides his stuff into his backpack and throws it over his shoulders onto his back. He manages to be the first one of the classroom as he heads over to his locker.
He throws it open as a simple, small piece of paper floats down towards the ground. He looks around to see if anyone is around that might’ve put it there. He picks it up and turns it around.
“Meet me at the old Hale house tonight. 8 PM. – DH”
“Derek?” Isaac mumbles. He taps the paper on his hand a few times, debating whether he should go. He looks over to see Scott and the rest of the pack heading off without him. “Jerks.” Isaac huffs. He then closes his locker and takes off.
He heads home and shuts himself in his room, doing whatever to pass the time. Around 10 minutes before 8 he heads out.
He opens the old wooden door, making it creak. He peeks inside and doesn’t see anything.
“Derek?” He calls out as he walks inside.
He turns the corner to see the man standing there in his usual leather jacket and black jeans. His hands nestled in his pockets. “You’re late.”
“Are you kidding me? By… 3 minutes.” Isaac says, checking his watch.
“That’s late.” Derek bluntly states. “But you came. Good.” He says, moving further into the house.
“What did you want me for.” Isaac says as he follows.
Derek walks into the burnt down living room and stops. He slowly turns to face Isaac, radiating his usual intimidating and mysterious aura.
“To train.” He says.
“Train? Why?”
“Does there need to be a why?”
Isaac furrows his brows. “Yeah. You’re not my alpha anymore. Why would you bother?” He asks.
“Because you’re still my responsibility. I turned you.” Derek says, his voice turning my serious as he stares daggers at the beta.
Isaac scoffs. “Fine. I’ve got nothing else to do anyways.” He says, taking off his jacket. “Should’ve worn better clothes for this.” He says, looking at his jeans.
“You shouldn’t care about what you’re wearing when you’re good in combat.” Derek states, walking over to the burnt chair in the corner. He takes off his leather jacket and throws it over the charred seat, leaving him in his grey wifebeater.
“Yeah. What you said.” Isaac says, raising his eyebrows as he looks at the jacket and back at Derek. He only exhales at Isaac as he turns around.
“Start with some push-ups.” Derek simply states as he stares out the window. Isaac huffs and gets on the ground.
“Easy.” He boasts as he starts his set. Derek turns around and watches Isaac’s form.
“You know. I had Boyd here few hours ago. Dropped out an hour in.” Derek says. “Really?” Isaac responds during his push-ups. “Didn’t expect that from him.”
“It’s not as easy as it seems. As long as you keep your focus.”
“What else could you be focusing on other than the workout?”
“It’s not ‘just’ a workout. It’s endurance.” Derek states.
“Endurance for what?” Isaac says, his voice wavering a little due to physical exertion.
“You’ll see.” Derek says with a smirk tugging at the sides of his mouth.
A little later Isaac finishes his 50 push-ups and Derek sends him to jog around the reserve. Meanwhile, Derek starts a workout of his own. Doing pull-ups on the burnt and cracked doorframe, mountain climbers between the dust on the floor and a few burpees that shake the entire house each time Derek hits the ground.
Isaac comes back into the house, panting from his run. He walks through the corridor into the living room. He sees Derek on the floor, now busy with push-ups of his own.
“So ‘training’ meant working out together. You could’ve said so.” Isaac grins.
Derek grunts as he forces one last push-up. He gets up and faces Isaac, his wifebeater now drenched in sweat, his forehead glistening.
“If you want to see it that way. Be my guest.” Derek says. “Good run?” He says, turning away to hide the smirk tugging at his lips.
“Yeah. Went pretty easy.” Isaac nods. “What next, boss?” He says with a head tilt.
“Planks. Till failure.” Derek states, turning back around.
“Really? Planks? Psh- Alright.” Isaac scoffs. “Amateur hour over here.”
He moves into the living room and finds a good spot to plank. Derek observes. Isaac gets on the ground.
“You gonna count me in?” He asks.
“Go.” Derek says immediately. Isaac scoffs again as he gets in position and starts planking.
“Could’ve warned me or something. Are you timing this?” Isaac asks.
“In my head, yes.” Derek says, looking down at Isaac. He can smell the sweat coming off of him, indicating a good run. He moves away and starts doing more push-ups next to Isaac.
Isaac looks over. “Thanks for not making me feel lonely.” He says. He looks back at his hands as he holds the plank. His nose then twitches as the heady musk from Derek’s body has wafted over to him. He focuses on the plank but the scent of the ex-alpha is too enticing to not inhale. He takes deep breaths, disguising them as if he’s trying to keep his heart rate steady.
Derek finishes his push-ups and notices Isaac staring forwards, his heart beating faster and his nose flaring. He smirks. “Keep the focus steady, Isaac.” He orders. Isaac gives a small nod. Derek gets up and moves over to another room, preparing his next challenge.
A few minutes later, Isaac notices the plank getting rough. His arms wobble a little and his breath quickens. Derek’s scent still lingers around him, but he manages to keep his head clear. That is until he hears Derek walk back in to the room.
“Focus. No distractions.” Derek says sternly right before a boot is slid under Isaac’s nose. Derek’s boot.
“Are- Are you fucking-“ Isaac starts.
“Focus.” Derek orders. “Don’t let it get to you. No distractions should keep you from your goal.”
Isaac can’t help but take a deep breath to steady his breathing again, but in doing so he gets hit with a funky, cheesy and masculine stench coming from the boot. He can feel the warmth coming from it as his eyes flicker down at it and back in front of him.
Derek only watches, enjoying Isaac struggle. “You know. Boyd dropped out here. He couldn’t do it. But you? You seem like you got this.” He says, a smirk having grown on his face.
Isaac’s face turns a light pink as he bites his lip. The smell is invading his senses and making him light-headed. He clears his throat, determined to focus once more but every time he tries the smell of Derek’s stinky boot under his face takes him out of it.
“Sometimes you’ll have to embrace the distractions to conquer them. So embrace it, Isaac.” He says stepping over to him and crouching down. Isaac’s eyes move up to meet Derek’s. His intimidating, but caring eyes. Isaac nods again and let’s his head hang, now facing the boot underneath him.
He inhales deeply, letting Derek’s foot funk take over. He groans a little. Derek only watches, the smirk planted on his face.
Isaac’s face rises again, his face scrunched. “That’s fucking ripe.” He says, an obvious strain in his voice as he struggles to keep his plank. Sweat starts to trickle down his forehead.
“I made sure it was as strong as possible.” Derek says. “You have to be able to ignore distractions when concentrating or during fights. Or… You have to embrace it if you have no other options. And seeming as you struggled to stay focused on your plank when the boot was under you, you’ll have to embrace it to stay focused.” He explains. “So. Inhale. Let the stench keep you motivated.” Derek smirks.
“It’s doing the opposite.” Isaac says, staring down inside the boot as he tries to hide his excitement. He can basically see the musky steam waft out of the boot, wavering his focus as he’s occupied trying to keep his erection under control, keeping the plank and taking whiffs of Derek’s masculine stink.
“Are you sure?” Derek raises an eyebrow and tilts his head as he stays crouched in front of Isaac. “Because you seem pretty motivated.” He smirks. “But maybe not on the plank.”
Isaac’s arms tremble as he really starts to struggle keeping himself together. He groans, trying to keep himself up. His face becoming red as sweat keeps seeping from his pores. He strains in a final effort to hold himself up, but right before he can give up, Derek kicks his right arm causing him to plummet to the right. Before Isaac can catch himself, Derek kicks the other arm.
Isaac’s face lands perfectly in Derek’s boot. He tries to push himself back up but due to a mix of exertion and Derek’s socked foot now on top of his head, pushing him further into the shoe makes it futile.
“Let’s go back to one thing to focus on then.” Derek darkly chuckles.
“Mmmfrph!” Isaac mumbles in the boot.
“Uh-uh. Focus. I need to here an inhale.” Derek orders.
Isaac hesitates a while, struggling to get out as he does so. But after realizing there’s no escaping this, he finally gives in and inhales. Letting Derek’s musk coat the insides of his nose. It shoots a wave of euphoria through him into his brain and towards his other brain.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Don’t forget that smell, Isaac. It’ll be useful for tracking.” Derek grins as he raises his socked foot, letting Isaac rise back up. Isaac lingers a little as he takes a whiff of ‘fresh’ air which still smells purely of Derek. Derek pokes Isaac’s cheek with his sock to move his face so he can put back on his boot.
“Was… Was that seriously the entire thing you wanted to teach? Let me catch your scent?” Isaac says, dumbfounded as he looks up at Derek.
“The focusing is also important.” Derek says bluntly.
“You just wanted to humiliate me.” Isaac says, feeling semi-betrayed as he sits on his heels.
“No.” Derek turns to face Isaac, looking serious. “I’m teaching you important stuff. You’ll need this if any danger enters town again, Isaac.” He explains.
“And the best way to do that was to shove my face in your rank boot?” Isaac asks.
“It…” Derek exhales. “I thought you’d enjoy it.” He says, visibly disappointed.
Isaac studies Derek’s face, his own face a mix between shame, confusion, hurt and pity. He huffs, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You really do suck at social interaction.” Isaac chuckles. He gets up and dusts himself off. “Luckily for you, I did enjoy it. Though, you could’ve just invited me over for just that instead of the whole charade around it.”
Derek raises an eyebrow, barely showing emotion but a glint of thankfulness flashes in his eyes. “Noted.” He says nonchalantly as he walks over to the chair and grabbing his leather jacket.
Isaac follows suit, grabbing his stuff. “So. Will this be a repeating thing?” Isaac says, testing the waters.
“Only if you forget my scent.” Derek states as he walks towards the front door. Isaac hurries after him. “I’ll be sure to let you know if I do.” Isaac says with a smirk. Derek looks over, keeping his emotions to himself. Isaac pats him on the shoulder as he grins to himself.
It’s a silent exchange of mutual understanding as the both split ways into the reserve.
Scott x Stiles - Kinks included: Farts - 1939 words
“How could he not catch that ball?” Stiles rants as he opens the door to his house.
“Dude. Relax, man. Next game will be better. I promise.” Scott chuckles slightly, following him into his home.
Stiles throws his lacrosse gear on the couch as he marches towards the kitchen. “You shouldn’t have to say that if Greenburg had just caught the damn ball.” He sneers. Scott only chuckles a little, putting his gear next to Stiles’ and following him into the kitchen.
Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to face Scott. “Fine, yeah. Next time we’ll do better! Not like we had literal werewolves on the team. Plus! We said the same thing last week!” He says, his voice raising slightly with every word.
“I get it, Stiles.” Scott scoffs with a smile. “We may be on a losing streak, but we’re having fun.” He shrugs, sitting down at the counter. “Fun. Right.” Stiles nods, obviously not agreeing. “Whatever. I’m starving.” He says, turning back to the fridge. He looks inside and sees nothing pre-made by his dad. “Oh come on. Dad, do better.” He scoffs. He turns to Scott. “Mind eating my cooking tonight?” He asks. Scott shakes his head. “Nope. As long as I get fed.”
Stiles nods and grabs a random variation of ingredients, much to the confusion of Scott. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” He asks. “We can just order takeout-“
“You consented to eating my cooking so you’re going to sit your furry ass down and wait.” Stiles pipes up, holding a finger up and his back still turned. Scott raises his eyebrows and relaxes back into his seat.
Scott watches as Stiles frantically moves from side to side, putting pans on the stove, throwing open the fridge, grabbing more and more ingredients which the dish probably doesn’t need and chopping with all the pent up frustration from losing the lacrosse game.
After an hour, Stiles calls out from the kitchen to Scott whose taken a spot on the couch. “Scotty! Dinners ready!” He says. “Oh.” He mumbles as he quickly turns around to grab a random spice to top it off. Scott enters the kitchen to see a nice plate of potato wedges and a nicely packed salad and a juicy piece of beef.
“Well done, Stiles!” He praises. “See, I can cook.” Stiles boasts. “You proved me wrong, man.” Scott says, rubbing his hands. Stiles grabs the two plates and walks over to the living room. “If dads not home, we have the living room to ourselves.” He winks, Scott excitedly following behind.
The two guys plop down on the couch, grab their plates, turn on their favorite sit-com and start eating.
After a while of silence, broken up by sounds of chuckles, chewing and shuffling of positions gets broken by Scott. “Mh-“ He starts, covering his mouth with the back of his hands while holding his fork. “What’d you put in here? The salad is good but I can’t really make out what is in this.”
Stiles nods as he chews. “Just some greens I had in the fridge. Lettuce, bell peppers, cabbage, bit of onion.” Stiles says with food still in his mouth. Scott nods, satisfied with the answer. He swallows the last of his food before Stiles continues. “Oh and some spices. No idea which ones.” Stiles says as if it’s nothing. Scott chuckles. “Really? You just randomly put something in?”
“Yeah. It worked.” Stiles shrugs. Scott shakes his head with a smile. Stiles finishes his food shortly after. The two guys put their plates on the table and continue watching.
The show they were watching ends and Stiles reaches for the remote to switch over to another show as he notices Scott squirm a little. “You alright, Scotty?” He asks. “Yeah. Didn’t chew my food enough.” He smiles. Stiles shrugs it off as he continues searching for a show they’ll both enjoy. “This one?”
“Veto.” Scott mumbles. Stiles keep searching. “That one.” Scott points at a cheesy rom-com. “Absolutely not.” Stiles shakes his head. Scott groans. “What, you want to watch a girl bump into a man, fall in love and then get fired and cheated on by her toxic boyfriend only for her to end up with the man in the end?” Stiles says with a raised eyebrow. Scott only shrugs. Stiles keeps looking.
“Oh this one looks fun.” He says, pointing at a dark comedy. He looks over to Scott who looks uncomfortable. “Nah. Looks too scary.” He says. “Dude. You’re not scared of horror films.” Stiles says, moving back to sit straight up. “Well, that one might scare me.” Scott defends. Stiles scoffs and keeps searching.
After a few veto’s later, Stiles has his head in hands and lazily scrolling. His nose flares up as he rise back to sit up straight. “What’s that smell?” He says, subtly sniffing the air, catching a strong, potent stench in the air. “I- Uh- don’t know.” Scott mumbles as his cheeks flush red. “Did… Did you fart?” Stiles says, suspicion clear in his tone. “No.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Course not.”
“Scott, you’re a terrible liar.” Stiles says bluntly. Scott turns fully red as he realizes his best friend found out. “S-Sorry. Just having a bit of stomach issues.” He mumbles. “Nervous or something?” Stiles says, turning back to the TV. “No. After dinner my stomachs been doing backflips.” He says. Stiles looks up, alarmed.
“I didn’t poison you, did I?” He asks, worried. “You might have.” He says. Stiles shoots up, quickly walking over to the kitchen. He grabs some of the ingredients he used, checking to see if they’d gone bad. He finds nothing. He grabs the spices he sprinkled in the food and walks back into the living room.
“Are you allergic to any of these?” He says, holding the 4 small containers up for Scott to see. His eyes scan them, until landing on a particularly dark looking ‘spice’. “What is that?” Scott asks. Stiles turns it upside down where the name is written.
“M-Mountain ash…” He mutters. “Dude. You put mountain ash in the food?!” Scott pipes up, utterly confused. “I-I didn’t know!” Stiles stammers. “Why do you even have that in your kitchen?” Scott asks. “You never know when I have to use it. I put it there to protect myself in emergencies. But I- Uh- forgot about it.” Stiles says, awkwardly looking around.
Scott groans, letting his head hit the back of the couch. “I’ll uh- Wait.” Stiles says, quickly heading up stairs and coming back not soon after with his laptop. He frantically types something. “Alright. What to do when werewolf consumes mountain ash… Is to… Wait? Seriously?”
“Wait till what?” Scott asks, looking more uncomfortable than before. “Wait until… It’s out of your system.” Stiles says, scanning the web page. “Ugh. Dude, I’ve been holding it in the whole time.” Scott groans.
“Don’t then.” Stiles says, closing his laptop. “You sure?” Scott says, his cheeks flushing red once again. “Yeah. Dude, it’s got to leave your system somehow. And.. I’m the reason you’re feeling this way anyways so I guess this is my punishment.” Stiles chuckles slightly.
“Alright then.” Scott says, visibly relaxing as he sinks into the chair. It doesn’t last long before.
PPFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
A low but loud rumble is heard. Scott chuckles to himself. “Sorry, dude.” He looks over at Stiles with a slight grin. “This is what you signed up for.” He says. Stiles walks over to the other side of the couch and once he sits down, he gets hit in the face with the stench.
“Damn, Scotty. I can basically smell the beef.” He says, his face scrunched but he doesn’t cover his nose. “I’ve got more where that came from.” Scott says with a mischievous grin. He leans to the left, showing Stiles the side of his ass as he lets out a loud hiss of a fart. He groans as it finishes. “That one was relieving.”
Stiles can almost see the smell waft over to him as he’s enveloped in the noxious, rotting smell. “Oh my god.” Stiles says, turning his head away. He takes a big whiff as he’s faced away from Scott, feeling the smell go into his nose towards his brain and partly towards his dick.
Scott notices Stiles’ heartbeat quicken a little. He then hears Stiles take the whiff. “Dude.” He says, his grin still on his face. “You getting off on this?”
Stiles turns his head, now him being the one red in the face. “What? No. No, of course not. Gross. You’re disgusting, hate it.” He says, adjusting himself. “You suck at lying too.” Scott chuckles. Stiles gulps. “Yeah, whatever.” Stiles says.
Scott moves over, sliding himself across the couch until he’s next to Stiles. He wraps an arm around him. “Why don’t we enjoy the smell together then?” He says with a big grin. “You’re not… weirded out?” Stiles asks. “No, man! If I can help a bro out, why not help him live his dreams?” Scott pats him on the back. “I’m starting to think you purposefully poisoned me.” Scott murmurs.
“No. No, I didn’t-“ Stiles starts. “Ah.” Scott stops him, hold a hand up. In the moment of silence, Scott breaks it with another loud rumble from underneath his legs. “Ah- That one needed a push.” He says, looking over to Stiles with a smirk. Stiles hesitates a little before taking a whiff. “Mph. You can do better.” Stiles says, shaking his head a little. “We’re rating them now?” Scott chuckles.
“You said we should enjoy them and I’m just being critical. Like a wine tasting.” Stiles explains. Scott shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face. He looks back up. “I feel another one coming. Describe it to me.” Scott says, lifting his ass cheek again.
PFFRRRRRT
He release another rumble, ending in a squeak. Stiles leans in a little, audibly taking sniffs. “Mmm.” He says as he holds his chin as if in thought. “You can tell you eat healthy. This one smelt clean, like it had a bath but it started to sweat right after. The air was thick but didn’t smell that bad.” Stiles nods. Scott laughs. “You’re really treating this like a wine tasting.”
“I don’t lie. Often.” Stiles grins back. “Wooph, yeah my stomach is starting to calm down.” Scott then says as he relaxes back into his seat. “Weak.” Stiles comments.
“What?”
“Weak. Only got that in you? Isn’t very ‘true alpha’ of you.” Stiles says, shaking his head and grabbing the remote again to continue searching for shows. It’s quiet for a while as Stiles stares at the TV.
That is until he feels the back of his head get grabbed and held in place as Scott looms over his face, position Stiles’ face right under him.
“What-“ Stiles starts before being blasted in the face with a hot…
PSSSSSHHHHH
The air flowing out of Scott’s ass straight into Stiles’ nose. Stiles’ eyes start to water as his nose burn from the pungent stench invading his senses.
“Yeah, how’s that for True Alpha gas, huh?” Scott grins down at him. He lets Stiles go.
Stiles coughs as he’s released. “Fuck. Scott- Yeah. Fine, you deserve your title. Jeez, that was fucking strong.” Stiles says, taking sniffs of the air which still holds the stink from Scott’s ass.
“That’s right.” Scott grins, plopping back down on the couch. “I think it’s all out of my system.” Scott nods.
He smells as strong as he is. He's a very healthy eater, so his farts and belches don't really smell that bad but you definitely don't want to be in the crossfire as he's still the alpha.
Stiles Stilinski
The one of few humans.
Sarcastic, smart and witty.
Kinky af. Doesn't hesitate trying to gas you out, even when he's not the best at it.
Like Scott, he smells as strong as he is. Which isn't very much. But he's got knowledge on how to come out on top anyways, even when his scent is lacking.
Derek Hale
Past Alpha, currently an omega and able to shift into a wolf at will.
Direct, analytical and pent up with emotion
Loves dominating and making people remember his smell.
His hairy body definitely helps with holding the masculine stench on his body. Him being able to shift elevates this to another level, making people beg for mercy which is only music to his ears.
Jackson Whittemore
Ex-kanima, current werewolf. Still retains some Kanima traits.
Arrogant, confident and a selfish lover
Like Derek, loves being on top but it doesn't take much for him to submit. Able to partly paralyze someone using his kanima venom.
After you're paralyzed you'll be at the mercy of some potent stink. He likes being clean, but get him on a non-shower day? You'll wish you hadn't seen him at all.
Isaac Lahey
Beta werewolf
Blunt, sarcastic and impulsive
Likes hearing about the chaos his stink inflicts. Though, he doesn't do it often.
His scent might not be strong, but boy does he know how to MAKE it strong. He's got a bunch of tricks up his sleeve to make you submit if he wants you to. Don't underestimate him.
Liam Dunbar
Scott's only male bitten beta
Very Impulsive, (acts) confident and short-tempered
Loves dominating, but secretly loves being dominated more. Especially if the smell is strong.
This guy is rank. He sweats lots, which itself doesn't stink as bad but an entire days worth? Yeah, you'll smell him before you see him. Again, the same with Scott his stench is as strong as him. Which is very, ESPECIALLY when he's angry.
Theo Raeken
Chimera (Part coyote, part werewolf)
Smart, manipulative but VERY charming
Doesn't dominate, but instead gets off on getting people addicted without them realizing before it's too late. Won't be upset at having to take some stench, he likes it.
Isn't the best at domination, but knows where you'll smell him as much as possible and will make sure you do until it's the only thing you'll want. From there, he'll dominate you in any way he sees fit.
Deputy Jordan Parrish
Hellhound and deputy
Strong sense of justice, open-minded, and professional.
Tries to hide what he likes, but when getting the chance he likes watching someone enjoy themselves on his scent
As said before, doesn't openly make people submit but he has his needs. When consent is given, he likes to be pampered. Massages, worship and praise. Though... He doesn't mind making the bad guys get on their knees and having his boot over their nose. A man in uniform gets sweaty quickly and he knows how to take advantage of it.
The Steiner Twins (Ethan and Aiden)
Two omega's able to merge into a powerful beast
Both are pretty aggressive. Aiden is the cockier of the two while Ethan has a little more compassion. Both feel stronger when together.
Both love dominating those they deem weaker than them. Aiden is more selfish, enjoying the squirming while Ethan likes teasing and begging more.
Apart they're forces to the reckoned with, but merged? They're almost unstoppable. For the context in this story; The Twin can still merge but aren't a huge wolf. Instead they're just a merged human with way more potent stink. Hope you don't encounter either of these two or your nose will be burning...
Other characters:
These will probably make a few smaller appearances. These character are: Danny Mahealani, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Brett Talbot and Nolan Holloway. Still debating if I'll make a story between the older folk.
Anyways! That's everyone's profiles. Hopefully you're looking forward to it because I can't wait with starting to write the story. <3
Some quick little character profiles for the Teen wolf guys since people were asking for ideas of power sets 😁
Scott McCall:
Status: Werewolf (Alpha)
Strength: 8/10
Special Trait 1: Alpha Pheramones that can affect any weaker werewolf in different ways such as: weakening or strengthening them, making them submissive, or triggering their wolf mode.
Special Trait 2: On a full moon Scott can tap into his Betas' special traits when they are nearby.
Derek Hale:
Status: Werewolf (Beta)
Strength: 8.5/10
Special Trait 1: Having been an alpha before, he retains the strength of that despite being a beta.
Special Trait 2: Having Mastered his wolf form, Derek can shapeshift parts of, or the entirety of his body into wolf mode whenever he likes.
Theo Raeken:
Status: Chimera [Werecoyote/Werewolf] (Beta)
Strength: 7.5/10
Special Trait 1: Theo has hypnotic farts that can cause his prey to listen to the next command he says after sufficient gas has been pumped into them. He can only do this once every 24 hours unless it is a full moon.
Liam Dunbar:
Status: Werewolf (Beta)
Strength: 7-10/10
Special Trait 1: Having had anger issues before learning to control his temper, Liam grows stronger the more aggravated he is.
Special Trait 2: The strength of his gas is directly linked to his strength, the more angry he is, the more potent the fart.
Jackson Whittemore:
Status: Werewolf-Kanima Hybrid
Strength: 8/10
Special Trait 1: Jackson has a retractable Kanima tail which also secretes a venom that paralyses prey from the neck down for a short time.
Special Trait 2: Being half Kanima provides Jackson immunity to purple wolfsbane and alpha like physical resistance.
Stiles:
Status: Human
Strength: 5/10
Special Trait 1: Having vast knowledge of supernatural creatures and access to sherrifs equipment, Stiles can almost always restrain any threat to him.
Special Trait 2: Past possession by the Nogitsune provides him immunity to Theos regular hypnosis.
Danny:
Status: Human
Strength: 7/10
Special Trait 1: Having experience with a werewolf boyfriend, Danny has developed a wolfsbane body lotion. He uses this primarily on his ass to fully ruin his werewolf seats.
When people exaggerate or explain in detail about how good they felt when farting- They swear, moan, sigh, laugh weakly, lean back in relief. Just being as gross and freaky as possible. This goes for burping as well, low gutteral, open mouthed explusions of hot air as they moan afterward and blow it out.
Providing as much detail as possible, saying things like "that felt so good"
When people exaggerate or explain in detail about how good they felt when farting- They swear, moan, sigh, laugh weakly, lean back in relief. Just being as gross and freaky as possible. This goes for burping as well, low gutteral, open mouthed explusions of hot air as they moan afterward and blow it out.
Providing as much detail as possible, saying things like "that felt so good"
Ever wondered if Jumanji became kinky? Well you're in luck, because I'm writing a (hopefully) series of stories doing exactly that.
How does it work?
I will be choosing a cast of guys from 1 universe, maybe a multiverse one day to play a game. I use a board I made myself with different tiles which have a plethora of different effects and things the characters shall have to do. I'll use an online dice (the one from google) to determine the rolls of the characters, meaning I don't know what'll happen either! I will, however be monitoring the outcomes just a little to make sure it doesn't get repetitive or boring.
When is the first one coming out?
I've written 2/3 of the first story so far and will hopefully be releasing it this week! I will announce it on here and it will be posted on AO3.
What is the cast of the first story?
*drumroll* It's Teen Wolf! The guys are hot. Sorry, but I had to! The 8 waiting to play will be: Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Derek, Jackson, Ethan, Theo and Liam.
Are there things you will NOT do?
Yes! I will not include themes like: incest, ageplay, scat or big age differences. If there is a character who seems too old, I'll most likely age them down. However, I'll be avoiding that as much as possible. There are probably more things I'll avoid, but that will be made clear when the story starts. I will also NOT be including any AI. If you do not agree or don't understand why generative AI is bad, please educate yourselves.
I'd love to hear feedback! Maybe even suggestions of things you'd like to see? Let me know!
Just had an incredible night with @draculaaaax as my seat!! Suffocated him until blackout since he "didn't want to sniff gas"😉. His nose will never forget my scent!
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