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What if true loves first kiss saves cas and the world. Its the only fairy tail trope they haven't really used yet

I need you to understand how fucking much I would cry

#asks #spn spoilers #supernatural spoilers #bkingson33

Stiles getting a hug from everone who cares about him to help him feel loved and 2arm after the demon thing.

aha a couple months later and here we are...hope you enjoy it!

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When Stiles heard his window slide open, he curled up into a tighter ball than what his body was already contorted into. He had been expecting a visit from someone since That Night, but so far it'd been radio silence on all fronts. No visitors, no texts. Only his dad had been around, and even then...asides from when he was screaming himself awake, his dad kept his distance, too.

The open window brought in a breeze of cool air, and Stiles shivered violently, his body shaking hard enough that it physically hurt. He curled up even tighter, doing his best to wrap his comforter around his body tightly enough that no air would get to him. Stiles had been cold ever since he had been given a body that felt foreign, wrapped in skin too-fresh for his years or the millennia of memories he now carried, and the rush of air only was too much for this new body.

The shaking stopped after a moment and Stiles sucked in a ragged breath, feeling more worn than he knew how to handle.

There was silence. There was always so much silence, though it sounded different now that Stiles wasn't alone. Less stagnant. Less suffocating. Stiles took a deep breath and let it fill his chest and expand his ribs. Everything felt foreign for he had yet to learn this skin. Steps echoed in the silence and still, Stiles didn't move. He wasn't even sure if he could.

“Stiles—” he would recognize Derek's voice anywhere, but he wasn't sure if he had ever heard it distorted by so much pain. Not when he'd found out Peter was the Alpha or when Scott had forced him to bite Gerard or even when Boyd had been thrown onto his claws. This was different, something that twisted what was left of Stiles' heart and made it ache.

His bed shifted. Stiles made a noise in the back of his throat, something caught between fear and a desperate sort of plea, and a moment later he was being picked up and moved until he was halfway up-right, cradled in the once-Alpha's lap. Arms wound around his shoulder and his waist, holding him so tightly that even if the werewolf's heat wasn't seeping through the blankets and settling somewhere deep in Stiles' bones, he wouldn't have been able to shiver.

Stiles relaxed as soon as Derek had settled them both. His head rose with each breath that Derek took, and he could faintly hear the beating of Derek's heart through the folded up blanket. He focused on the steady beating and let it drown out his thoughts, quieting his mind for the first time since his body was taken over by a demon. It was blissful, such a calm. Stiles let out a noise of pleasure as he shifted, uncurling the littlest bit as he felt warm for the first time in days.

Another noise came from his window, but Stiles didn’t worry. Derek wouldn’t let someone into his room who would hurt him. With everything that they had been through, everything that they were to one another and everything that they had never dared speak, Stiles knew he was safe. That he would always be safe with Derek.

His mattress shifted again, and a moment later he was moved. Stiles didn't bother opening his eyes or protesting. He kept himself limp and allowed his body to be manipulated until he was pillowed between two bodies and laid over two sets of thighs. “Darling,” Peter said softly, his voice just as hurt as Derek's had been. Stiles' eyes burned, then a moment later they were spilling over with a flood of tears he hadn't yet let himself spill.

Peter shushed him, making quiet noises of comfort as one of them rubbed his back. Stiles kept his eyes closed as he cried, grief pouring from him in salt. It did nothing to make him feel better so he cried on, feeling like he was being torn apart as he finally allowed himself to feel something more than the continuous nothing he'd been wallowing in until now.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Peter murmured sweetly. Stiles made another noise even as his heart continued to ache, and he moved for the first time in more hours than he knew to count. His bones protested as he shifted, curling onto his other side in a desperate bid to get closer to Peter's voice, to his warmth, to the safety he offered alongside Derek.

Peter did not let the way Stiles was wrapped up stop him from reaching into the pile of blankets and grasping the back of his neck. Stiles went completely boneless, a sense memory that was not his own of another time Peter had been this close to his neck and the victory that had come with it. Derek made a noise, a low whine that Stiles echoed until the wolf was curled up against his back as Peter cradled them both closer.

Peter's voice was no more than a whisper when he said, “Darling, we are here. We are always here.”

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Read on AO3 here!

#steterek #steter #sterek #stiles stilinski #peter hale #derek hale #post nogitsune #fluff #hurt/comfort #pre slash #teen wolf #my writing #bkingson33 #lavenderlotion #lav answers

So one thing I've always wanted to read in a magical universe is like enchanted sex toys. Like a cock cage that only stops the wearer from touching they can do anything they normaly could just couldn't touch. But others could. And a cock ring plug combo that has the plug become what's placed in the cock ring so people can use it for remote play. Thoughts?

Oooh! Those are both interesting ideas! I think the cockcage idea could be done with some sort of enchantment? Like, cursing his cock so he can’t touch it. (Or hey, maybe even ‘can’t touch it to pleasure himself’ so he would be able to wash on his own)

#prompt box #bkingson33

Tony and sugar daddy any Male

so i ended up setting this fic in this verse

read it here on ao3

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Peter takes a deep, steadying breath as he reads back over the menu, trying his best to ignore the way his fingers are shaking when he sees that there aren't even listed prices. In the months he's been dating Tony, he's learned exactly what that means, and the excessive shoes of money never fail to make him anxious. Tonight is no different, and is in fact worse, seeing as the five-star restaurant is empty save their table.

He flicks his eyes over to Bucky to find them scanning the room like they've been doing since the three of them were seated, never having been a fan of public places. Neither of them is entirely comfortable, and Peter knows it's more than just the suits they were asked to wear. Peter dislikes formal wear more than literally being shot at, and he scratches at his neck where his popped collar is itching his skin. He absolutely refuses to wear a tie, but Bucky doesn't seem to be as fortunate.

Their suit is a soft, pastel blue. It's gorgeous on them, making their shoulders look impossibly wide and clinging tightly to their thighs, the smart pair of stilettos they have on only making their already long legs look like they go on forever. While Peter may hate formal wear, he certainly loves Bucky in it, and they're filling out their suit like nobody's business.

“So, do we know what we're getting?” Tony asks suddenly, breaking Peter from his admiration. He flicks his eyes over to his boyfriend and tries to be annoyed, a feeling he can't hold when Tony is smiling at them so sweetly. The older man sips from a glass of wine, the bottle it came from sitting in the middle of their table. Peter has a glass in front of him, but he has no interest in the bitter drink.

“No, not yet,” Peter admits softly, looking back at the menu and forcing himself to actually read over his options. It’s only a single page that lists a handful of items, another thing he finds weird about restaurants this expensive.

“You don' gotta do nothin' like this, doll,” James says quietly, looking up at Tony from under their lashes. Their eyes are lined with a heavy line of navy kohl, all smudged and sexy and very, very distracting. “We don' need nothin' this fancy, y’know that.”

Tony blinks, sitting back in his seat as he tracks his eyes over the two of them. Peter flushes under the heavy gaze, still not entirely used to being wanted the way he is, and tries for a smile. “We would be just as happy staying in for dinner.”

Bucky mumbles something about being happier staying in, and Peter shoots them a look.

“Indulge me?” Tony asks with a sweet smile. Peter hears what he isn’t saying, and he reaches out for Bucky’s hand. Their fingers slide over Peter’s palm before they tangle their fingers together easily. This, exuberant shows of money along with Bucky’s upgraded arm and the brand new, state-of-the-art watch Peter’s wearing, are some of the ways that Tony shows his love for them.

So Peter smiles, and he reaches for Tony’s hand with his free one and tells him, “How about you order for me?”

Tony’s grin kicks up even as Bucky huffs out a breath. Tony and Peter both know they’re thankful and just aren’t great at showing it. Peter tugs both hands up to his mouth and kisses the knuckles of each, his smile easy and his heart full of affection for both his partners.