Peter’s done it a few times, taking his time until Stiles was shaking, needing to be fucked again. But something about having Chris spread him open to chase after Peter’s come—it feels kinkier, dirtier, and he wants it.
- Part 6 of 2017 Kinktober Collection
It hadn’t really started as a spanking thing. To be fair, it started before their relationship, a seed planted in Stiles’ brain one evening after he’d done particularly well during training.
“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about!” Chris shouted from the sidelines, making his way over to pat Allison on the shoulder and smack Stiles on the rump. That one impact rocked Stiles to his toes.
- Part 31 of Tumblr Drabbles, Ficlets, and More
Stiles is new to the BDSM scene and is a little lost, but thankfully he finds a dom to show him the way.
"You need this.”
It's very deliberately not a question, and it makes the melted muscles in his lower back tighten. The hand in his hair keeps his head on Peter's thigh. “Depends on what 'this’ you're talking about,” he hedges.
Peter's fingers suddenly curl into a fist, dragging his head up and baring his throat. He can't help his moan, or the way he's half-hard in his pants. Peter's gaze slides, slow and predatory, up his throat to his face. “This. You need me to put you on your knees, or tie you down, spank you, make you submit.” Peter smirks, and it shouldn't be hot, but it is. “You think I can't recognize a submissive when I kiss one, sweetheart?”
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15 Feb 2018
The Craigslist ad had been because Peter had been wonderfully, spectacularly drunk. Reservations for the Palm are hard to get, even for someone like Peter, and he's had his name down for eight months. He refuses to waste it. If he hadn't been trashed on expensive pinot noir, he would have considered maybe inviting his best friend, Chris, or taking out a niece or nephew. But no, he'd been three sheets to the wind and decided that he needed to share his Valentine's Day dinner reservations with a random stranger.
Peter refuses to let good dinner reservations go to waste just because his (ex)girlfriend cheated on him. He drunkenly makes a Craigslist ad to find a date, and Stiles answers.
Bookmarked by jtere7
13 Feb 2018