Ice Pick Adventures: Teen Wolf

Nov 24, 2013 17:08


Author: Itsmecoon
Beta: trumansshell- thanks!
Type of work: Fiction
Title: Ice Pick Adventures. Fandom: Teen Wolf
Main Characters/Parings Sheriff/ Stiles and Scott.
Type of Spanking: Discipline
Implement(s): Hand/Paddle Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play. A guest reviewer asked me to write a story based on the episode “Ice Pick”. Since they were a guest I couldn't ask what they wanted so this probably isn't what they had in mind but it jumped out at me as I re-watched the show! Rating: teen
Word Count: 5428
Notes & Warnings: Non consensual spanking of a fictional teens by father figure.



Sheriff Stilinski pulled up in front of the local ice rink. He had gotten a call that there were lights on and the caller was pretty sure that the rink was closed since it was 1am on a Thursday. Even though this particular Friday was a teacher work day and there was no school, the rink closes at 10pm on school nights. The tip was correct. There were lights on and music was playing.

The Sheriff proceeded with caution, he made sure to unsnap the his gun holster so he could have easy access to it. He cautiously looked around as he walked towards the door. Chances are 9 times out of 10 that this was just some kids having fun but that 1% chance was enough to alert his senses. He had two boys counting on him to be their father figure. Only one was biological, the other a child of his heart.

As he reached for the handle he heard a really high pitched scream followed by wailing. He pulled his gun and ran into the rink as fast as he could. He ran out onto the ice scanning the area with his gun until he spotted none other than his son Stiles, holding Lydia as she screamed and his other 'son', Scott running in from who knows where with his so called ex-girlfriend, Allison.

When he saw no outside danger he put his gun away and rushed to see what had caused her to be so upset. She was on her hands and knees scraping at the ice screaming. Scott was trying to get her off the ice. He was trying to figure out what was wrong by asking her all kinds of questions but not getting any responses. She was calming down and let Stiles help her to her feet. Allison put her arm around her and she leaned into her shoulder. All she kept saying was that she saw a man under the ice screaming to be let out.

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you boys the same thing but I think it's pretty obvious what's going on. Lydia hun, are you okay?”

“Yes sir. I'm not sure what happened but I'm fine now. I just want to go home and crawl into bed.”

“Do I need to take you or make arrangements for you to get home?

“No sir, I've got her.” Allison explained, “She rode here with me.

“Okay then, you girls head straight home. I'll be talking to your parents tomorrow.”

“Papa Stilinski please don't.” Scott begged.

“You broke the law. You could've gotten hurt. You're in a business after hours without adult supervision or the owner's permission.”

“I'll take extra punishment if you don't tell on them. Please!” Scott begged.

“Me too Dad.” Stiles added, “It was Scott and my idea, we planned it, paid for it and the girls were only our dates. They didn't know we didn't have permission to be here.”

“That's very grown up of you son. Does this attitude have anything to do with the fact that Scott and Allison aren't allowed to date anymore?”

Not one of the four of them looked at him or said a word. They did however at least have the decency to look ashamed.

“I'll just assume that's a yes. Allison, Lydia, do you agree to let me settle this with Scott and Stiles or should I visit your parents tomorrow?”

“Scott, I can't let you take the blame.” Allison whispered with tears in her eyes.

“Baby, yes you can.” Scott pulled her close, looked down into her eyes and he cupped her cheek and continued, “Besides, think of what would happen if you don't. We barely sneak out now, if they find out about this, not only will you be punished, but we'll never see each other again.”

“It's just not fair.” She cried.

“None of this is fair but it is what it is. Let me be your knight in shining armor and do the manly thing and take the blame.” He said with an ear to ear grin on his face.

“Why Scott McCall, I do declare you do know how to make a lady blush.” she played along. “Yes, Sheriff, I agree to letting Scott and Stiles take the blame if Lydia does.”

“Please let me do this for you Lydia.”

“Sure yeah okay. If that's what they want to do.”

“Okay girls, you can head to where ever you said you were at.”

They turned to leave and the Sheriff said,

“Hold on just a second, I do have one punishment for the four of you.”

The four of them loudly moaned but turned to listen.

“Well, if that's the way you really feel, I guess I'll just pay that visit to your Dad's girls.”

“No sir please.” all four teenagers begged.

“Okay, now that I have your attention, we're having a car wash, bake sale, yard sale thingy on Saturday. I expect all four of you to bake something, bring something AND wash cars. It's from 7am until 1pm. Have I made my expectations clear?”

Four 'yes sir's' echoed throughout the ice rink. The Sheriff nodded his head giving the girls permission to leave. Once they were through the outside doors, Scott and Stiles turned in the opposite direction to get their skates off and get ready to leave when a loud,

“Freeze boys,” stopped them in their tracks.

Slowly they turned to look into the eyes of a very pissed off Dad. He pointed to a spot right in front of him. They looked at each other before they resigned to their fate and skated to stand in front of the angry man. They were both admiring the man's boots when they heard him growl,

“Eyes up boys.” they both immediately complied.

This wasn't the first time nor will it be the last time that they would be in this situation. Both boys were also very much aware of the position they would be in very shortly. They hoped they would at least get back to Stile's place first but it doesn't seem like they are going to get that wish.

“You want to tell me what the hell you're doing here?”

They both looked at each other to see who was going to go first.

“I'll make the decision for you.” the Sheriff said, “Stiles, why are you here and not where I left you?”

“Well, you see um... “

“Yes?”

“Well, we had the chance to bring Allison and Lydia here. Scott wanted to see Allison and I thought it might impress Lydia so we decided to come.”

“Scott, when he said had the chance, what exactly did that mean?”

“It meant that we paid extra money to get the keys to get in and bring the girls.”

“Who did you pay?”

“Dad no Please! The person did us a favor.”

“Please Papa Stilinski don't make us tell. We don't want them fired.”

“You both are asking me to overlook a lot aren't you?”

“Dad please,”

“So you're willing to not only take extra punishment for the girls but to protect Boyd too?”

“We never said who it was sir.” Scott said.

“He's the only other person with keys Scott. So, it has to be him.”

Both boys looked defeated. They were going to get Boyd fired and he needed the job more than anybody did.

“Well, what's your answer? Neither of you answered my question.”

“Yes.” they both answered quickly.

“Okay then, this is what's going to happen. You're going to clean this place from top to bottom, call Boyd and have him come do the ice. I'm going to have to tell Mr. Cooper that you picked the lock to impress some girls and that you are both going to be punished harshly. Scott, is your mom at work or at home?”

“At work sir.”

“Okay, then I'm headed to talk to her and together we're going to come up with an appropriate punishment for both of you Then, tomorrow I'm going to take you to Mr. Cooper's so you can apologize and accept any punishment he might have on top of what you've already been given. Is all of this clear to both of you?”

“Yes sir.” they echoed.

“Dad, what if he wants to press charges against us for breaking and entering?” Stiles asked.

“Then we'll decide what to do then. Okay?”

“Yes sir.”

“You might want to enjoy the car ride home. It's going to be your last for a while. I'm taking your keys and it'll definitely be that last time you sit comfortably for a few days.”

Both boys cringed a little. They knew they were probably getting spanked but there was always hope until it was officially announced. They both answered with a,

“Yes sir.”

“Alright then, when you're finished here, go home and go to bed. It's late. We'll deal with this in the morning.”

“Dad, can we just do it when you come home?”

“Stiles, you know I'm on the night shift, so morning will be when I get home.”

“Yes sir.”

They turned to start cleaning up.

“Scott?”

“Yeah?” Scott huffed.

The sheriff looked at him like he was crazy. Scott instantly turned to face him and stammered,

“I...I meant yes sir?”

Stiles turned back too just in case.

“You're in your room tonight. I want you two separated.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Good,” He said ruffling both of their hair. “I love both of you trouble makers.”

“Love you too.”

“I love you, Dad.”

Scott and Stiles started to skate to the benches to remover their skates when Scott lost his balance and landed on his butt with a thud. Stiles laughed as the sheriff hollered,

“You okay Scott.”

“I'm fine.” he answered standing up, “Ow!” He started rubbing his butt.

“You might want to be more careful Scott, because that's not going to stop me.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Oh, when you talk to Boyd, let him know he's got Saturday duty for his part in this too. Bake something, bring something and wash cars.”

“I'll let him know Dad.”

They laughed. Scott and Stiles sat down and took off their skates. Stiles called Boyd who wasn't too happy about the situation but agreed to come and do the ice so he wouldn't get into trouble. He was even less happy that his Saturday was messed up but it was better than being fired so he agreed. They worked fast and got everything cleaned and back to normal. Boyd shut off the lights and locked the door and they headed home.

They were quiet for a minute. Then, Scott asked,

“I wonder what punishment your Dad and my Mom are coming up with.”

“Well, we already know that I'm losing my jeep and we're getting our asses beat.”

“Yeah, plus the torture on Saturday.”

“Don't remind me.”

“Yeah, but all of those are from your Dad. My Mom hasn't had her say yet.”

“Well, I'll bet it includes grounding from everything including each other.”

“Yeah, and cleaning something. She always grounds us and makes us slaves.”

“True, and my Dad always takes my keys and tans our backsides.”

“Are we ever going to be too old for that?”

“I wish, but I don't see that in our near future. Maybe once we graduate.”

“I doubt that would stop him if he felt we deserved it.”

“True, great we're here.”

“Let's go through the motions. Since I know we won't be able to sleep until he gets off work and deals with us.”

“You've got that right. I hate waiting to be spanked.”

“Me to Stiles, me too.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sheriff Stilinski pulled up outside of the hospital. He hated disturbing Melissa while she was working but it had to be done. He walked in as she looked up and saw him. She just stood there shaking her head.

“Well, since there have been no reports of anybody getting hurt or killed, I can guess that they are alive and well.”

“Yes, they're alive.”

“So, what have our knucklehead boys done this time?”

“Well, they took a couple of girls to the ice rink and were skating after hours.”

“Romantic,” She laughed, “Which girls?”

“They're taking the punishment for the girls as well as the person that let them in.”
“So, just how are they going to cover for Boyd. He's the only other one with the keys?”

“They're going to go with breaking in.”

“But Mr. Cooper.....”

“Will know the truth. Nobody want's Boyd fired. I assume he will take care of the boy's punishment.”

“Speaking of punishment, have they lost the ability to sit yet?”

“You always find a way to make me laugh, Melissa.” The Sheriff smiled. “Not until I get home.”

“Okay, what else do you have in mind?”

“That's why I'm here. Stiles has lost his keys for two weeks and all of them are helping with the fund raiser, car wash this Saturday.”

“Well, I suggest grounding them for a couple of weeks. Then after your thing on Saturday, they should clean the outside of your house, windows and all and on Sunday do yard work there. Then next weekend they can stay at my place and do the same to my house.”

“Wow, you really are a slave driver!” He laughed again.

“I know how to take advantage of free labor.” She said laughing too.

“Are they ungrounded the Monday after that then?”

“Yeah, sounds good but no seeing each other during the week except at school.”

“And I insist no phones!”

“Well, Sheriff I do believe we've reached an agreement. I'm sure that our son's won't like the agreement but that's why it's called punishment.”

“Yes, we have an agreement and I'm sure when I take a paddle to their backsides, they won't like our agreement at all.”

“No, and I doubt when they're washing windows and raking leaves they'll like it either.”

“You're right. We'll both be on the worst parent list.”

“Thanks for coming to tell me. I appreciate you doing that every time and not just calling.”

“Hey, I've got your back and you've got mine. Our boys are a handful and we need to remain a united front to keep them under control. We're not married but we are raising two boys together.”

“You're right. We are. You're doing much better than Scott's actual father so, thank you.”

“You're welcome.” He grabbed her in a hug and kissed the top of her head.

“You know you can call me anytime you need help with anything right?”

“Yes, I know thanks.” She hugged him tight and let go. “We both better get back to work before we get into trouble.”

“I know the boys are still awake so, I'm going to go deal with them and I'll send Scott home when he wakes up this afternoon. That way we all can sleep.”

“Sounds great. Thanks again.”

“Any time. Night.”

“Night.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Both boys jumped at the sound of Sheriff Stilinski clearing his throat.

“Scott McCall, where did I tell you to be?”

“My room sir.”

“Does this look like your room?”

“No sir.”

“Come here Scott.”

He got up and slowly walked over to the Sheriff. He looked up at the man who's more of a father to him than his own dad.

“Do you want to tell me why you aren't where I told you to be?”

“I wanted to talk to Stiles sir.”

“Is that an acceptable reason?”

“No sir.”

“Than this won't be a surprise then.” He said..

He grabbed Scott's upper arm, pulled him close, wrapped his arm around his waist as he bent him over and started swatting. Scott started dancing around, trying to get away. He gave him hard 10 swats, then let him up. Scott was fiercely rubbing to get the sting out with one hand and wiping his eyes with the other. It may have not been many, but they were hard enough to cause him to tear up.

“Next time I tell you to do something, you'd better do it understand?”

“Yes sir, sorry.”

“Stiles, front and center. Stand next to Scott.”

Both boys stood in front of him.

“Okay boys, Mrs. McCall and I discussed your actions and the consequences of those actions and here is a list of your punishments. One- you are both grounded for two weeks. Scott, give me your phone. Stiles, give me your phone and keys.”

“Oh come on Dad no.”

“Papa please!”

“Now boys! Part of your ground is no phone, or jeep.”

Both boys moaned but went and got the requested items and handed them to the Sheriff.

“During the week, you're only allowed to see each other at school.”

“What, Dad come on!”

“We both agreed you needed time apart. Two- on Saturday you will go to the fund raise then Scott will come here for the weekend. While here, you will wash the outside of the house, including the windows and rake the whole yard.”

“That was my Mom's idea wasn't it?”

“It's something we both agreed would do you some good. Something to keep your hands busy and your minds occupied. Three- the following weekend you will be spending at Scott's house repeating the work you did here over there.”

“Free slave labor, definitely my Mom's idea.”

“Scott McCall, unless you want to get another warm up before I continue on with number four, I suggest you keep your mouth shut!”

“Yes sir!”

“Okay, four- You are both going on the trip of a life time, over my knee.”

Even though they knew it was coming, they moaned anyway.

“Any questions?”

Neither boy answered but both shook their heads no.

“Okay then Scott, for not being in your room, you also earned some corner time while I deal with Stiles. So, wash your face if you need to, then pick a corner in your room and keep your nose in it until I call you out.”

“Yes sir Papa Stilinski, sorry.”

“Forgiven, now go.”

Scott headed to the bathroom to wash his face and got all the way ready for bed. He walked into his room and put his nose in the corner. He tried humming because he knew what was coming but it didn't help, he could hear everything.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

“Okay son, you want to tell me why you thought jeopardizing someone's job, sneaking out, going where you weren't allowed to go and driving after curfew was a good idea?”

“At the time I would have said to impress Lydia Dad. But now I don't think any of that was too smart. In fact, I think the only thing that is going to be smarting is going to be Scott and my backsides.”

“I understand your wanting to impress a girl but everything else you did was dangerous and wrong. Scott's Mom and I were both working tonight and you boys took advantage of that fact to pull this off.”

Stiles didn't say anything because he had nothing to add, his Dad was right. They planned this on a night when they were both scheduled to be a work on purpose.

“Am I right?”

“Yes sir, we planned it that way.”

“Okay, you have anything you want to say?”

“No sir.”

“Then go get the paddle.”

Stiles closed his eyes and let out a deep breath then went after the paddle. It was always kept in the hall closet on a hook inside the door on the right. It was in a spot you couldn't see, so nobody knew it was there but them. It wasn't displayed to embarrass the boys but hidden to use if Dad thought it was necessary.

Scott heard the closet door open and knew what that meant. His reaction was identical to Stiles'. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. His backside already hurt from falling on the ice, then they didn't hear the Sheriff get home and he got a warm up that still stung a little and now the paddle, just great.

Sheriff Stilinski sat on Stiles' bed contemplating the paddle. He decided to give each boy six swats after a through butt warming. What they'd done wasn't the worst thing they'd ever done but at the same time, Melissa and he had thought the boys were here safe and sound not running the roads.

Stiles walked back in with the paddle and walked over and handed it to his Dad. Dad took it, set it next to him on the bed and said,

“Drop the pants and get over my knee.”

“Dad, not over the knee like some little kid.”

“Stiles, I think you've disobeyed me enough for one day. So, unless you want to lose your boxers and get the paddle for the whole spanking not just at the end, I'd do as you were told.”

The Sheriff wasn't going to count out loud. He counted in his head and decided if his son didn't comply before he got to 10, he would just do as he threatened. He was just starting three when he got a lap full of his son. He helped him get into the correct position and he brought his hand down hard enough to cause Stiles to hiss. He proceeded to give his son six hard swats before he lessened the strength of them. Then he started at the top, worked his way down to mid-thigh on one side and switched to the other side mid-thigh and worked his way back up to the top. Stiles took the first round with a few hisses and yelps. The second round caused some squirming and he was doing whatever he could to avoid the licks when round three started. Dad swatted him hard three times right in the center of his butt and said,

“Stop that right now or the boxers come down.”

“I'm....M'....M'sorry Dad............ Please............... stop.”

“Last round kiddo. Settle down.”

Stiles tried hard to stay still. But one particularly hard swat had him jerk.

“Ow!! Please Ow!”

Dad pulled him tighter finished the third round and grabbed the paddle.

“No (Hiccup) Dddddaddy...............Pl......ease (Hiccup) No!!!!”

Dad adjusted Stiles so he had access to his sit spots and said,

“Six.”

“NOOOOOOOO”

He ignored his son's pleas and gave him the six licks with the paddle, three on each sit spot. Stiles was sobbing and Scott had tears in his eyes. He felt bad that his idea got them both in trouble. Dad set the paddle back on the bed and rubbed Stiles' back while he said,

“It's over son. Calm down.”

He repeated comforting words while Stiles cried it out. Stiles was sure his backside was on fire. First the sobbing calmed down to crying and then to hiccups and sniffles. The Sheriff helped his son up and got his pj's fixed. He helped him sit on his lap as best he could. Stiles hissed a little but snuggled into Dad's shoulder.

“M's sorry Dad.” he mumbled.

“I forgive you son. So did it work?”

“Did what work?”

“Did you impress Lydia and Allison?”

“Yeah at first it worked. Then I went to the restroom and when I came back, she was screaming hysterically and my Dad ran in with his gun pulled. I guess things went downhill from there.”

“Such a smart ass. I guess I didn't do a good enough job. Should we go for round two?”

“No sir, I was kidding Dad. Please don't!”

Dad busted out laughing, hugged Stiles and said,

“Now you know where your smart ass from.”

“So not funny Dad!”

He pulled him close, kissed his head, and said,

“I love you son.”

“I love you too Dad.”

“Okay kiddo, go get washed up and in bed, I can't leave your partner in crime stewing any longer.”

“Dad, it was really my idea.”

“Nice try kid but he's getting exactly what you got.”

“But he did fall a lot on the ice and you already gave him a warm up.”

“He shouldn't have been on the ice and he deserved the warm up for not being in his room. Do you need a follow up for allowing him in here?”

“No sir!”

“Then go get cleaned up and in bed. I'll come back and check on you when I finish with your brother.”

“Okay Dad.”

Sheriff Stilinski took the few steps from Stiles' door to the closet to rehang the paddle, getting it is part of the punishment, then he walked to Scott's room. He knocked to warn Scott he was coming not that he expected an answer. He didn't like to give extra punishment so a little warning for him to be in the corner didn't hurt anything. He didn't need to worry though. Scott hadn't moved from his spot. The Sheriff walked in, sat on the bed and said,

“Come here son.”

Scott slowly obeyed. He stood in front of the sheriff and waited for instructions.

“Okay son, I'll ask you the same thing I asked Stiles, you want to tell me why you thought jeopardizing someone's job, sneaking out, going where you weren't allowed to go and being in the jeep after curfew was a good idea?”

“We didn't think about the bad sir. I miss Allison and Stiles really likes Lydia and we dreamed up this harebrained scheme and everything fell into place.”

“Including our schedules.”

Scott looked back down at his feet and whispered,

“That was part of the plan.”

“What was that? Eyes up when you answer.”

Scott looked up at the man he thought of as a father and said,

“That was part of the plan sir. We made sure to plan it on a night when you and my Mom had to work.”

“Okay, I've heard all I need to hear. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“No, sir. Just that I'm sorry sir.”

“Go get the paddle Scott.”

Scott didn't say a word, he just went to the reached inside the right door frame and grabbed the paddle.

He walked back into his room, handed the paddle over and stood awaiting further instructors.

“Thank you.” Dad said sitting the paddle on the bed next to him. “Drop your bottoms and get over my knee.”

Scott hated over the knee spankings as much as Stiles did but he had already had one warm up, he wasn't going to go for two so he complied immediately. Papa didn't waste any time either. He followed the same path as he did with his son. Top right down to mid-thigh left mid-thigh back up to top and repeat. Scott was sore and felt it faster than Stiles had. He was squirming whenever a swat landed over his previous swats or on the bruised spots from falling on the ice. The Sheriff noticed instantly where Scott was hurt and where it was sore from swats. He avoided them the next round.

Scott was crying during the second round and was sobbing the third.

“M'sorry......stop....Ow (hiccup).....ow” he hissed.

The Sheriff pulled him in tighter to finish round three. Then he picked up the paddle,

“Papa......NOOOOOOOO....(hiccup)....SSSOOORRRRYYYY!”

Scott tried to reach back and he was tipped forward so he had to put his hands on the ground to keep himself from falling.

“You're getting six Scott.” He said and laid the first of three to his right sit spot.

Scott continued to sob as the three swats landed to his left sit spot. The paddle was tossed back on the bed and Scott was instantly comforted. Just as quickly as he realized it was over, he was up, pulled up his pants and was sitting on his papa Stilinski's lap. Soaking up the attention he was getting.

Scott was different than Stiles in that Scott liked to instantly pull his pants back up and sit on the Sheriff's lap and cuddle. Stiles had to compose himself, then fix his clothes and then sit and be hugged.

“I'm sorry Papa.” Scott choked out.

“I forgive you.”

Nothing else was said. It was just a boy and his Dad. It didn't matter that the boy wasn't his son or that he was sixteen. All that mattered was that he needed comfort and forgiveness after being punished for wrong doing and he was getting it. It also didn't matter that the man comforting him was the same man that caused him to need comforting. Scott knew that he was loved by this man. This man cared about what he did and how he turned out and he loved this man more than he loved his own father. Scott suddenly got sleepy and the Sheriff said,

“Scotty, why don't you go wash up before you fall asleep and then come back in here and call your Mom before you go to bed.”

“Yes papa.”

He washed his face and cleaned up while the Sheriff put the paddle back and grabbed Scott's phone. Scott came back in the room, took his phone and dialed his mom's number.

“Hey baby, you okay?” Melissa asked seeing Scott's number on her caller ID.

“Yes Ma'am,”

“I take it your backside had a long talk with the Sheriff's hand?”

“Yes Ma'am, six with the paddle too.”

“Well, I trust he let you feel our disappointment and tell you the rest of your punishments?”

“Yes Ma'am. Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you making us clean the house and rake the leaves? I know it was your idea! Ow, Ow, I'm sorry Papa, Ow.” Scott yelled as he got five swats.

“I told you it didn't matter whose idea it was. The punishment was from both of us. Just like it didn't matter who's idea your stunt was, you were both punished the same. Apologize now!”

“Yes sir, M'sorry Mommy.”

“I forgive you. I love you Scott.”

“I love you too Mom.”

“Alright, get into bed and I'll see you this afternoon.”

“Yes Ma'am. Good night.”

“Sorry Papa Stilinski.”

“You're forgiven.” He pulled back the covers, “Climb in.”

Scott got in bed. Papa leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“Goodnight, see you this afternoon son. I love you.”

“Yes sir, night. Love you too papa.”

The Sheriff walked into Stiles' room thinking he'd be asleep.

“Scott okay?”

“Yes, he got what you got.”

“What was the extra for?”

“None of your business.” He reached down and ruffled his hair. “No off to sleep with you.”

He kissed his forehead and said,

“I love you”

“Love you too Dad.”

With that, he turned out the light, closed the door and headed to his room. He got into the shower to release some of his stress. As he was walking into his room, his phone's text alert went off and he looked down at the text.

“I know that had to be hard. I just wanted you to know I appreciate you and all you've done for Scott and I. You're a good man Sheriff Stilinski, thank you! Goodnight, Melissa.”

He smiled a big smile as he climbed into bed and whispered into the air,

“Goodnight Melissa McCall. Thank you I needed that!”

implement: hand, fandom:teen wolf, pairing: sheriff/stiles, pairing sheriff/scott, author:itsmecoon, implement:paddle

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