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Bet he binds his legs and arms in the chains and makes him crawl around, picking up scattered plugs with his mouth, like if he drops them, he gets 10 strokes of the studded whip while he’s stuffed with the plug. And sometimes he draws maps of territories on Derek and pushes little jeweled pins on Derek while plotting his next conquests while sucking off the sweet limp cocklet. Of course Derek’s mouth holds up the goblet with all the pins and his body is covered in sweat, trying to lay still.

I love this as wellll x.x I love both slutty! and virgin!Derek. Him trying to shield his privates from all those rude, barbaric men – or showing them off and demanding to get his hole sucked.

both so good. sooo good.

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Fffffff bet warlord sheriff has all the plugs to keep his sloppy hole held open during the day and after he’s fucked into him. And Derek’s embarrassed every time the warlord praises on how nice the jewelry looks in his cunt rather than his sisters’, holding all that seed in, keeping it warm and sloppy and usable.

uuunnnffff. and because of the times, they’re made out of wood. worked until their surface is buttery smooth and strangely warm to the touch. Little jewels set around it and matching the jewelry he adorned his whore with. Thin, beautiful chains around his hips and thick thighs. 

(all looted treasure, of course. things that are probably still blood splattered when he gifts them to a horrified Derek)

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Fuck yes!!! Eating him out till he’s a sobbing mess and leaving him without letting him come…

He probably fondles him, too. Big hand rolling Derek’s balls and squeezing his cock while he sucks lewd kisses into his perineum and hole; listening to Derek’s voice getting high and girly, more desperate the closer he gets to coming.

“Yeah, you’re a little slut. Screaming for cock, aren’t you? I knew it as soon as I saw you when I came to raze your family to the ground. Standing in your rooms with your tits already on display…”

And it didn’t matter how often Derek swore up and down that he was just in the process of changing when the warlord barged into his private chambers.

“You should be grateful that I still chose you and your sloppy hole. Could’ve had any of your sweet virgin sisters instead. But I got you, because I knew what a good lay you’d be. And you’re not disappointing, are ya?” 

He pets Derek’s flank like he’s a horse and then sits up on his knees, hand curling around his thick, heavy cock and stripping it with sharp, almost punishing movements, lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarling grin as he stares at the wet gape of Derek’s hole. Spit slick and only for him.

He’ll get it even more sticky when he cums all over it; thick cream matting the dark hair in the boy’s crack. He gives him another parting slap on the ass, then rolls out of bed and leaves his whore like that – wanting and with his ass up and soiled in the air.

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Yesss now I’m imagining dark warlord sheriff doing something similarly wicked to slave Derek.

ooooh god yeah. He wouldn’t be as nice about it, though.

“Hold them open, little whore. Show me your secret place.” There was enough amusement in his voice to let Derek know exactly how ‘secret’ he thought it was. Big, rough hands seized his wrists and pulled them roughly back until his shoulders hurt, showing him exactly where he wanted them.

Derek’s face was burning and he was glad that he could at least hide it in the bed like this. He wished he would just die of embarrassment and get this ordeal over with. The warlord was hunkering on the bed behind him, and his gaze was like a physical thing on his body.

“Get that hole spread, boy! Get to it!” The rough command was accompanied by a companionable – stinging – slap to Derek’s thigh. The beast seemed to be in as good a mood as any, though the way he expressed it still was a far cry gone from gentle.

Derek let out a mortified, little moan as he seized his cheeks and pulled them apart with trembling fingers. Heat of humiliation washed through him from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair as he felt not only the eager gaze of his master, but also the cool air of the room tickling his opening.

“Gorgeous. I bet you always were the belle of the ball in your family’s home, weren’t you?” Stilinski positively cooed and Derek couldn’t even begin to tell him again about how he had not –

when he felt those big killer hands on his own – helping him spread and disgrace himself further for a warm puff of air across his twitching hole and then the warm, intrusive touch of…

It’s his tongue. It’s his tongue, he thought with utter mortification, not hearing the horrible sounds he was making. High and loud and greedy as he felt a by now familiar warmth and heaviness start gathering in his groin.

God, not now, he thought blearily but his toes were tingling and his entire being seemed to be concentrated on where an eager, broad tongue was lapping at him like a dog.

YELLS ABOUT DEUC! Gideon was a goddamn champ this season :D. And yess to all the Deuc/Scott/Chris soft praise kink and intense sex after the whole thing.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

Deucalion still hurt from the bullet, needing to take it slow but not wanting to. So Scott needs to keep his arms pinned above his head while Chris lets him feel that soft beard. Slowly scratches it down his solar plexus and over his jerking belly while Scott tells him what a good boy he’s been.

And Deucalion wants to growl, but really it just sounds like a deep, velvety purr. He’d stretch his neck and lick at Scott’s wrists and just in general preen for them

S3B is so good for Rafe and John. And the height difference! Daddy Sheriff milking Rafe or making him kneel in his office. Bending him over his desk and pounding into him, then topping from the bottom, directing him on how to prep and fuck him.

yaaassss

Rafael sweaty and shivering with one knee on the Sheriff’s desk so his cheeks are spread and showing off that dusky little hole clenching in anticipation. He looks like a fucking thoroughbred and it makes John’s mouth water. It’s so good when he finally has him down far enough that Rafael stops grinning crookedly and sneering at everything, and just takes what John gives him.

John can spend hours fingering him; dragging the tips over and over against the plump swell of Rafael’s prostate, knuckles prodding against the warm, spongy walls of his rectum. His dark hair is falling into his clenched eyes, sweat dripping off the tips with every shuddery breath he takes, and every jerking hunch of his hips.

He’s trying so hard to fuck into something; his engorged, flexing cock blindly seeking for a warm, little slit to slide into. Like this, he’s all instinct. Just whining and panting as John takes care of his ripe prostate and his overfull balls; his free hand alternating between rubbing soothingly along Rafael’s heaving sides and sliding down to cup and gently rub his heavy testicles.

“Doing so good for me. Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?” John would murmur, watching as Rafael’s long, slim cock would lazily dribble out another thick rope of cum into the bowl beneath. Rafael would sob, elbows buckling momentarily before he can lock them again, knees wobbling and steadying for the next slow drag of John’s unrelenting fingers.

It’d be so good; Rafael’s tall body shivering and jerking beneath John’s sure, calm hands as he sits in his Sheriff chair and milks the Agent dry.