ok imagine a world where dean noncons adam and calls him sammy the whole time. bonus points if sam finds out/walks in on it
Mhmh, I don't really think he would call him Sammy but I could see him comparing Adam to Sam.
Being like "so tight Adam, bet you never let someone else have this, not like Sammy" and when he makes adam suck him off he'd be like "no, you gotta-, your tongue there, ugh Sammy has this trick he just-"
If Sam walked in on that he'd probably be both horrified while also kinda smug and jealous.
(Dean would then do it the other way around too and tell Sammy that he's not as tight as Adam and so on...)
For your prompt me - pynch smut with power bottom adam
So, I decided to take out two birds with one stone here haha. I hope that’s alright for you guys <3 thank you for prompting me.
Keep the prompts coming, guys (maybe some Sarchengsey? Or something other than Pynch? ;) I love them, but I need more poly ship stuff haha)! For everyone asking me about aftg prompts: atm, I kind of feel more inclined towards Raven Cycle, but that does not mean I stopped writing aftg! So please, keep the prompts coming ♥ so many of you have such good ideas. Please don’t be disappointed if I have not filled your prompts yet. I’m reading them, but my inbox is really full atm. I’m trying to get to them all. ♥
Smut under the cut! Enjoy! (unbeta’d because it’s late.)
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i.
The first time, it happens ironically, because that’s how Ronan Lynch does most things that he’s insecure about.
Gansey calls Blue “love” in front of them when he asks her what to bring her from Starbucks, and so Ronan, of course, has to mock him by obnoxiously turning to Adam and asking: “And what can I bring you, baby?”
However, he hasn’t anticipated the cute blush spreading over Adam’s cheeks at that.
Later that evening, Ronan gathers all of his courage. He doesn’t fear night horrors anymore, or blood, or demons, because he survived all of them; but he still fears rejection by Adam Parrish. So, he gathers all of his courage, and, when they’re snuggling into bed, says “Good night, babe.”. He says it quietly enough that Adam could act like he didn’t hear, especially with only one of his ears working and all.
But Adam does hear. For a moment, he stiffens behind Ronan, and Ronan’s heart misses a beat, but then Adam melts into him from behind and presses a kiss to his neck.
“Good night, Ronan.”
The way Adam says his name gives him the best kind of goosebumps.
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ii.
The way Ronan calls him baby makes Adam feel so soft, like a popsicle on a hot day, melting away. Ronan doesn’t have Adam’s thick Henrietta accent, but the way he says the word is still different from how everyone else would say it. Maybe because it’s Ronan, or maybe because Ronan means it and because Adam believes him.
It makes him feel soft and mushy, and it makes him blush. Being friends with Ronan had Adam thinking he had lost all ability to blush, between dirty jokes and latin innuendos, but this… well. Adam is re-discovering his ability to blush.
Ronan never calls him that in public, and Adam is grateful, but at home…well.
Adam curses his own, conservative, homophobic upbringing at first, because even though he blushes and his heart warms up when Ronan calls him nicknames, his inner voice, which sounds an awful lot like his father, scolds that it’s girly, unmanly, and calls him faggot and worse. Adam, objectively, knows it’s stupid, because Ronan calling him sweet names doesn’t mean shit for his sexuality or gender identity, but it still sucks.
It takes him a while, but Adam works very hard to let himself enjoy the softness of it, the sweet affection which everyone else would think impossible coming from Ronan Lynch.
Then, after a particularly long, hard day, Ronan hugs him, kisses his forehead and as Adam leans into him and enjoys having someone to lean against, whispers: “I’ve got you, baby.”, Adam knows he’s done it, because he physically melts. He sags against Ronan, feeling his cheeks heat up in record time as the sentence replays in his head again and again. Ronan looks a bit surprised, but holds Adam up, a slightly incredulous grin on his lips.
“You really do like it a lot when I call you baby, don’t you?”
Adam only manages to nod; his throat closes up. He doesn’t know what’s happening, where’s this snarky, witty Adam who can stand right up to Ronan?! Where are the great comebacks that render Ronan speechless? They seem to have drowned in this cheesy pink sea of affection and softness in him. He nods again. “…makes me feel all… all soft.”, he eventually confesses. Soft. It used to have such a negative connotation, but is it really bad to be soft? Leaning against Ronan, letting Ronan hold him up and being weak, tired, hurt in front of him, that’s just trust. And… well, this big word with the four letter that’s so hard to say.
Ronan’s grin broadens. “Soft?”
Adam nods again.
Ronan’s chest is hard and warm, his strong arms are holding Adam in place, and Adam exhales, allowing himself to assess the situation and his feelings.
When Ronan’s lips brush over his neck, his train of thought unfortunately derails. “Do you need to feel soft tonight?”, Ronan asks very quietly. His hands run over Adam’s back in soothing circles.
Adam nods again.
“What do you need, baby?”, Ronan asks, then, and Adam melts a little more, “…what is it? I’ll give it to you.”
Words are failing Adam, and he resorts to actions, grabbing Ronan’s hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.
“Soft”, echoes in his mind, and Adam thinks that he’s going to define the word for himself now.
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iii. (nsfw)
Ronan follows Adam, and suddenly, this feels like jumping off a cliff together, falling into the sea together, hand in hand.
They’re in the bedroom, and Adam turns around to him. His cheeks are still flushed, so beautifully flushed, and Ronan lifts his hand, presses a thumb against Adam’s cheekbone. Adam’s eyes close, slowly, and his mouth opens. He turns his head, and then Ronan’s thumb is between his lips. He sucks it in, and Ronan’s body hits the surface of the water as Adam’s cheeks hollow just slighly as his lips start to swell.
“Adam…”, he says, and his voice is low and then suddenly stuck in his throat when Adam’s eyes open and burn, burn, burn through Ronan.
With an obscene, wet noise, he lets go off Ronan’s thumb. Spit smears down his chin, just a little, glistening.
“I want to bottom today, Ronan.” Burning, burning. “I need to.”
Adam’s voice is low and husky and so needy, desperate, almost. His hands tug at Ronan’s shirt; Ronan discards it so violently that it rips a little at the seams; Adam is pawing at his jeans already. They quickly land on the floor next to the shirt.
The way Adam undresses makes Ronan’s whole world stop, makes him forget how to breathe. Usually, Adam simply discards of his clothing, practical, maybe folding his shirt, but today, he takes it off almost tentatively, and it’s as if Ronan sees him naked for the first time again.
Ronan is on the bed on his back by now, propped up on his elbows, as Adam finally steps out of his boxers. His arms are becoming hard and thicker than they used to be, strong muscles working under tan, freckled skin. He’s a work of art.
“You’re beautiful.”, Ronan breathes out as Adam climbs on top of him.
Adam kisses him.
More often than not, Adam tops. Not because he doesn’t enjoy bottoming. It’s just how they work. And Adam likes being in control, Ronan knows that, likes knowing he’s the one leading. And he’s good at it. Ronan likes following, often.
“I wanna ride you.”, Adam drawls, his accent making a charming appearance. Ronan loves his accent. Especially if it’s carried by words like these.
“Fuck, Adam, yes.”, Ronan breathes, and lets his hands grip Adam’s thighs. “Yes.”, he repeats. Adam’s eyes are desperate, filled with need. He needs to be touched., Ronan thinks. And then he does. His hands run up Adam’s thighs. Adam’s erection is heavy between them, touching Ronan’s stomach just a little bit as Adam straddles him. Ronan wraps one hand around it, starting slow. The noise it coaxes out of Adam is angelic.
“Ronan…” Adam’s voice is so urgent, and then he grips the wrist of Ronan’s other hand, pulling it up to his mouth, and puts Ronan’s fingers on his tongue again.
Ronan feels his own erection twitch as Adam coats his index and middle finger in saliva, and then, still holding his wrist, leads his hand behind him. Ronan get the hint.
It doesn’t take long to work Adam open. One finger slides up easily, and the second follows soon, making Adam’s hips buck forward. A steady stream of “Ronan, Ronan…” and low, sweet moans cheer Ronan on.
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Burning, burning.
With clumsy hands, Adam reaches forward, ripping open the drawer of Ronan’s night stand. Ronan’s fingers inside him move and Adam’s eyelids flutter for a moment.
Lube, a condom.
He can’t wait much longer.
He tosses the condom to Ronan. It lands on his chest.
“Put it on.”, Adam urges, and then he whines when Ronan pulls his fingers out, leaving him empty and waiting.
This is what he needs.
This is good. This is perfect.
Adam feels still soft, still so, so soft, when he looks down at Ronan, because his heart is still mushy. And yet, he’s the one in control.
Soft doesn’t mean weak.
The bottle of lube clicks when Ronan opens and closes it. Adam rocks on top of him, forward and back, waiting impatiently.
Ronan coats himself in the clear gel. When he wipes the excess off on Adam’s hole, Adam shudders.
“Hold still.”, he commands, and reaches backwards, gripping Ronan’s cock by the root.
Ronan makes a strangles, throaty noise which is wonderfully satisfying but pulls his hands away, placing them on Adam’s thighs again.
Adam concentrates, eyes closed, and then lines Ronan up before slowly, carefully, sinking down.
Ronan fills him perfectly, and it’s so good.
Adam lets out a breathy moan when he’s fully seated.
“Fuck, baby…”, Ronan pants, “…look so good right now… you feel so good…” Adam feels his hands on his thighs twitch. Adam opens his eyes again, and sees Ronan stare up at him, almost star-struck.
Adam starts to move.
They both fall into the rythm they know. Adam makes the pace and Ronan follows eagerly.
Adam moves and he’s still melting, dissolving, becoming one with Ronan, everything mixing: their sweat, their saliva, their moans.
Adam needs it, he needs this so badly, feeling in control, and yet, givining some of the control up to Ronan.
“Make me come, Ronan.”, he pants, bouncing up and down. It’s a cheeky order, daring, but Adam knows Ronan can follow this order perfectly fine.
And he does.
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iv.
“Make me come, Ronan.”
Ronan’s toes curl so hard his calf cramps a little, but he does not care right now. All he cares about is Adam, beautiful Adam, taking what he needs on top of Ronan.
Ronan reaches out with both hands. Touching Adam’s hot skin feels real in the best way.
His thumbs stroke over two tan nipples, making Adam’s head loll back. Ronan does it again, and again, and then once more until Adam’s cock is dripping with pre-come, smearing all over Ronan’s stomach as Adam rocks up and down on top of him.
Ronan is close, too, so close, but he knows he needs to hold himself back. He curls his toes harder. This is about Adam.
“Ronan…” Adam whines, and Ronan has to bite his lip, hard, to prevent himself from coming into Adam right then and there.
“Shh, baby…”, he manages to press out. Adam whines again. Fuck.
Ronan trails his hand lower, and then wraps it around Adam’s cock which is slick with his pre-come already.
He gives it a stroke, not teasing, meaning it. Once, twice, three times.
Adam starts to shake on top of him, and hell. Ronan can feel his own balls pull up already, and then, he strokes Adam once more, and Adam comes.
Burning, burning.
He shoots so hard that a little lands on Ronan’s chin. Ronan doesn’t mind, because as Adam comes on top of him, his muscles clench rythmically, and that sends Ronan flying over the edge as well.
They come together, at the same time.
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v.
Afterwards, Adam’s legs are shaky, and he feels stretched out and dirty in the best kind of way. What he also feels is calm.
After cleaning up Adam’s mess and his own, Ronan comes back to bed and they snuggle together, Adam curled into Ronan’s side.
“That was fun.”, Adam quietly says.
Ronan snorts. “It was fucking incredible, Adam.”
A grin tugs on Adam’s lips. He falls asleep like this, smiling, and Ronan’s nose pressed into his hair.
miDAM WEEK *cough* I'm a sucker for prostitute!Michael and eager bisexual Adam who doesn't have much experience with guys past heavy petting and kissing, so he hires Michael to guarantee his first time with another man is *ahem* satisfactory. Please and thank ya darlin'!
As far as meeting places go, Michael’s been to worse - the organization he belongs to can arrange anything from shitty motel dives to penthouse suites in hotels. Depends on the client. This one, though, has invited Michael into his home. It’s a little unorthodox, but the soft colors on the walls and the subtle display of organization underneath piles of medical notes - well, it settles him, somehow. Reminds him of his family home.
The man himself - well, Michael can hardly call him a man. He’s twenty, twenty-two at a stretch, and a little shorter than Michael, a little smaller. But Michael likes that - likes the way the man’s - Adam’s - pupils fly outward when he presses him against his bedroom door.
He tastes like coffee and gum - the trial of every college student to rely on caffeine and trite foods so that they can still function enough to learn. Michael tried college once. Wasn’t for him.
His boss had told Michael that Adam was simply looking for a good time - a good first time, and that more than anything might be the reason why Michael decides to pull out all the stops. He likes the way Adam looks so flustered at just the sight of him, the way his fingers grasp at Michael’s thick hair when Michael lifts him against the door like they’re something more tender than client and hired whore.
Adam kisses like he’s kissed Michael his entire life - soft press of pale lips against Michael’s jaw and neck when the older man pulls away for air. The man’s slim, pale body feels so fragile but willing against him and Michael wants.
He puts Adam down, kisses him again just to hear the soft hitch of Adam’s breath, before sinking to his knees in front of him. Adam’s just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants - easy access clothes and clearly showing just how turned on he is. Michael likes that - likes that Adam didn’t try and hide.
His cock is gorgeous, pale and eager just like the rest of him, and he whines so prettily when Michael takes him into his mouth, fist slamming back against his bedroom door as he bites his lip to try and keep quiet. Michael smirks despite himself, shifting onto the balls of his feet so that he can crowd closer, his hands spreading out over Adam’s thighs so he can grab and pull the boy in and just take.
“Oh, fuck -.” It’s clear Adam hasn’t had a lot of men do this for him, and if he has, they haven’t had Michael’s skill. Michael finds all the little points that make desire and lust drive into him, the blowjob messy and noisy like so many good ones are. One of Adam’s hands finds Michael’s hair again, knotting tight but not painful, and soon he’s joining the rhythm, fucking into Michael’s mouth like someone’s paying him to, and if that doesn’t make Michael harder he has no idea what should.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a sachet of lube and drizzling it onto his fingers to warm it up, before he reaches around behind Adam to test the man’s reaction to fingers at his hole. Adam goes still, but doesn’t pull away or stop, and Michael slides fingers around his rim before slowly pushing one inside.
Adam is tight and hot on the inside, and Michael sucks harder on his cock to try and distract him from the uncomfortable pressure inside. It is, apparently, more than enough for Adam though - he lets out this soft, short little sound and Michael pulls back until just the head is in his mouth, swallowing Adam’s release down as the younger man pants and moans and tilts his head back against his door.
When he’s done, Michael lets go of his cock and draws his fingers out, licking his lips and swallowing it all. He stands and Adam makes a grab for him, clearly uncoordinated after his orgasm.
"Wait, shit,” Adam mutters, his eyes still glazed and blackened and Michael’s neglected cock throbs sharply. “I didn’t mean to - I can pay you more, I -.”
Michael shuts him up with a kiss, smirking against the panting man’s mouth. “First one’s on the house.”
