&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

he was climbing the peak & was nearing the edge. ronan was so close to euphoria that he could practically taste it on his tongue. the room smelled of sex, the sheets sticky with sweat. the greywaren panted, knuckles white from the pressure he was grasping the sheets with.

as teeth dug into his flesh, ronan let out a groan so loud he swore it vibrated the room --- head spinning as his body shook, releasing all he was. ‘  jes---us...fuckin’--- shit---   ’ profanities flew from the boy’s mouth as he emptied himself into his boyfriend’s hand, feeling the warmth of adam fill him.

adam did his job.

he wouldn’t walk after this.

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

a groan filled the room as ronan’s body reacted to adam --- short, black painted nails digging into the magician’s back, leaving faint red marks everywhere they raked down. ‘   ad...am---   ’ came the moaned name of his lover, sliding off his tongue in melody.

his voice filled the room with adam’s name again as the boy filled him entirely, voice increasing between hisses, moans, & groans to his own cock being stroked. adam would kill him. ronan would get his wish. if he could even move at all once this was over, it would be a victory.

‘   fuck--- jesus---   ’ called the greywaren, hips moving in rhythm with adam’s movements. they were fluid, in complete sync. his lungs felt like they were on fire, head spinning as his body climbed towards climax.

not yet. he wasn’t ready for this to be done.

soon the dreamer found himself on his knees, his lover from behind --- lips leaving hot kisses to his skin. he could have sworn he felt them sear against his flesh. ‘   i fucking --- love you --- so fucking much, adam...parrish.   ’ words breathed out between a moan, fingers gripping into dark sheets as his vision was starting to blur. he was almost there.

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

a moan wracked through ronan at the sudden switch --- the warm hand around his cock & the taste of adam’s tongue against his. ‘   je..sus--- fuck---   ’ he breathed against his mouth, hips bucking into his hand.

their bodies pressed one another, hiss of pleasure evading through clenched teeth --- grinding like a dirty dance. adam would kill ronan before he could ever find release. ‘   fucking shit, parrish---   ’ he would beg. goddamn it, he NEEDED adam. ‘   fuck. me. ADAM.   ’ this time, parrish’s name was like a prayer on ronan’s tongue, a means of worship. ‘   fuck me until i can’t walk & can’t remember my own---... fuckin’ name.   ’

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

ronan’s head moved meticulously against adam’s shaft, tongue swirling as he sucked --- tasting the magician for all he was & all he was worth. he lost himself in the rhythm, in the way adam sounded, the way he felt. using all senses to lose himself in something that was beyond him & was entirely about the boy beneath his own body.

it was when he felt the soft touch on his shoulders that he trailed kisses up until their lips met, tongues engaging in a dance for dominance. body to body, skin to skin. this is what ronan needed. he needed adam. raw in flesh. here. with him.

his grin match adam’s as he let out a breathy laugh, brow quirking, ‘   well then what’re you fuckin’ waiting for ? still remember my goddamn name, parrish.   ’ words were sealed with his lips on the other’s again. this was his favorite place to be.

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

wall to wall they stumbled until ronan found their bedroom, groans & moans leaving the greywaren’s lips to each kiss on the expanse of his neck & jaw. adam parrish was driving him absolutely insane, his body throbbing for his touch, to feel his hands all over his skin like a tattoo.

ronan noted the buck of adam’s hips --- the dreamer’s arms on either side of adam’s head, towering above him like a shadow. he took him in like his favorite liquor, licking over drying lips before his head dipped down, taking his lips as his own in a hungry kiss.

one hand slowly roamed down the magician’s chest, hooking into the waistband of his boxers to tug them down, freeing him entirely.

the trail of kisses down his body began with his jawline, down his neck to his collar bone, chest --- ribs, over each hipbone, where ronan paused a moment, taking his sweet time to suckle dark bruises into them, before his head dipped lower, full lips enveloping adam.

goddamn it he tasted so good.

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

while adam loved the control, ronan loved the complete lack of it. ronan was in his element, allowing adam parrish to take lead on what it is they’d do --- & how they’d do it. the way adam’s mouth felt around him set his body alight, another moan stifling from his lips. this was them. messy. raw. rough. they were everything good, bad, & in between. uncontrollable like a storm.

ronan couldn’t help the buck of his hips, aiding the magician in the way his mouth enveloped him & moved up & down on his shaft. however, at adam’s words, ronan’s eyes lazily fluttered open, casting down at the boy on his knees.

gaze followed as adam stood, body aching for his touch.

their mouth crashed together, hands quickly moving down the other’s body to his jean, tugging them down to free him. ‘   shitfuck --- jesus parrish ---   ’ it was ronan that took control for that moment, grabbing parrish under his thighs, lifting him up as he haphazardly moved them wall to wall, mouth on mouth, to THEIR bedroom.

&   *   erica   (   @queencfwolves​   )

@darkencd gets a starter for derek

all of what happened the night before felt like derek’s fault & now he had to protect the blonde. make sure she healed.  make sure she felt better. make sure that nothing happened to her again. he heard her stir as he absentmindedly pacing the train depot. he was tired. rubbing his eyes, the alpha wolf moved across the dusted flooring, arm wrapping around the beta’s waist to hold her up. ‘   ---do you ever follow the rules ? you’re still healing, you need to rest.   ’ there was more worry than warning in his voice, sighing as he swooped her up, ‘   you’re not going to heal here. let me take you home.   ’

&   *   malia   (   @ofherblueeyes​   )

this was proving to be more difficult than stiles originally wanted it to be. lying to malia was a mistake, but again --- he couldn’t just fuck a bunch of people up with a few words. but nonetheless, he was going to. for her. & more importantly, for himself because fucks sake he was struggling.

hands ran down his face as he let out the breath he’d been holding. ‘   i AM STRESSED.   ’ there was emphasis on stressed, gritting his teeth a moment before he began to pace, ‘   ---i’m not happy. lydia --- she & i --- we’re better off friends.   ’ wow. he didn’t realize just how much it took out of him to hold that in. ‘   ---& the best for me was you.   ’ he froze there in his spot, amber eyes focusing on malia’s pretty face.

he did himself in now.

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

adam wanted answers & ronan knew exactly what he wanted. he wanted to be lost in adam parrish --- lost in their bodies, lost in feeling. GOOD FEELING. the type that makes your head spin, body twitch, & lungs catch fire. ronan lynch needed to feel just how much adam loved, wanted, & needed him.

a groan escaped the dreamer’s mouth as warm, callused hand wrapped around him --- sending a jolt up his spine, each hair on the back of his neck standing. ‘   fuck---   ’ he stammered, heart picking up pace as it drummed against his chest.

blue eyes watched carefully as the magician got lower & lower, head falling back as his eyes fell shut. adam would kill him before he even got release. ‘   your--- fuck---   ’ ---in mouth. but ronan didn’t get to finish that sentence.

‘   just like fuckin’ that--- jesus fuck---   ’ 

hands wrapped into messy hair, keeping hold & steady, helping move his head gently.

&   *   parrish   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

ronan felt like his skin was on fire. skin to skin, his entire body ignited with urgency & need. he wanted adam, yes. but more importantly, NEEDED him. desperately. carnally. in ways he never wanted anyone before.

adam was oxygen & his body was begging.

heart stammered against his chest, allowing parrish to lead him --- move him like a puppet, wrists pinned above his head. anyone other would never get his kind of control over ronan lynch, but ronan trusted adam with his body. with his mind. with his emotions. he was a simple puppet on the magician’s strings.

‘   fuck parrish---   ’ ronan breathed, voice rasp, dripping with want. ‘   ---fuck---   ’ a pregnant pause ensued between words, moan slipping from parted lips.

adam would drive him insane.

‘   i want ---   ’ he began, returning each kiss with fervor, feeling electricity between each one, ‘   ---i want you on your knees--- i want... your mouth around my ---   ’ a pause, another groan passing through grinding teeth, ‘ ---my cock --- i want my fuckin’... nails in your back --- i want you to... make me forget.. we fuckin’ fought ---forget my fuckin’ name---   fuck me parrish.   ’

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

a groan left ronan’s lips as soon as his back hit the wall, fingers grasping for adam’s back --- his shirt. anything to anchor him to his moment. it was purely carnal desire that was taking him over, making his mind swim with thoughts of their bodies crashing against each other & those melodious sounds that he’d hear from adam’s lips.

their mouths moved against one another’s, ronan’s tongue chasing parrish’s in a dance of dominance. he wanted him. DESPERATELY. this made him forget the fight. forget that he ever doubted adam. that he ever doubted them.

‘   then fuckin’... take it off, parrish   ’ was breathed against his mouth, ‘   & take... yours off while you’re at it.   ’

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

it would have been a lie to say ronan wasn’t surprised by adam’s action --- it wasn’t the first time parrish was ROUGHER with the dreamer, but typically it wasn’t after this grandeur of a fight. 

a soft groan left ronan’s lips to the harsh, unforgiving kiss, hand trailed up into adam’s hair, fingers curling into dusty brown hair. another groan left his lips. his body moved, sending adam parrish into the wall which ronan had put a hole into only minutes before. ‘   i’m aware,   ’ he spoke harshly, untangling his fingers from adam’s hair to place both hands on either side of adam’s head.

‘   i chose,   ’ he growled back, harsh kisses placed along the slightly shorter boys jawline, ‘ not to acknowledge it.   ’ because ronan knew adam loved him. ‘   because i fuckin’ know...   ’ his voice was low, raspy, dripping in something only adam could bring out.

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

the one thing ronan lynch hated about adam parrish is how easily he could read him. yes, ronan was saying what he was saying to stop the nuisance of this ever revolving fight. & no, he wasn’t going to stop doing that. he just needed to figure it out on his own. work through his own problems. on. his. own.

fighting senselessly with adam no longer made sense. it was ronan’s fears, after all.

eyes fluttered open to the kisses, pink hue tinting his light complexion. ‘   fine.   ’ the only response to going to bed. ronan wasn’t physically tired, but his mind was begging for rest. a dull headache pulsed behind his eyeballs.

hand squeezed adam’s in response, nodding his head, ‘  i know.   ’ he paused, injured hand coming to the side of adam’s head, pulling him in to kiss his jawline, ‘  i love you too.   ’

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

but he didn’t answer. adam wanted this. so he’d keep his worries to himself --- though he knew sooner than later they’d come out in awful dreams. he’d keep himself up. sleep when adam was away or when ronan was inside the barns where it was safe. where he could contain them.

‘   fine.   ’ that was all he said, wincing slightly to warmth over the fresh wounds. this would stop the fight. stop the pain. for a moment. ronan could hide this, couldn’t he ? it was his doubt. his fears. parrish didn’t need to get dragged into this.

now they were chest to chest, the anger turning into sorrow, lining his eyes with tears. he wouldn’t let himself cry again. so he screwed his eyes shut & willed them away.

‘   fine   ’ he repeated, chest rising & falling with the sigh he’s exhaled.

instinctively, the dreamer turned his face into the magician’s hand, clenching his jaw & releasing it, trying to ease his body to relax. again. ‘   fine.   ’

&   *   adam   (   @hooklineandtwisted​   )

‘   i don’t want to answer the fucking question, parrish.   ’ words spoken through clenched teeth, looking like a feral wolf. he didn’t recognize himself. when did he & adam become so goddamn destructive with one another ? ‘   you can fucking want all you want. you can want me. this. us. all. you. fucking. want.   ’ he was still avoiding the question.

balled fist lowered to his side, teeth gritting against one another, ‘   choose me, then. but ten years down the fucking line, i don’t want to fucking hear how you’re fucking stuck in this goddamn prison. because that’s all it’ll ever fucking be. a goddamn prison.   ’