#LAV YOUR MIND

[rhinocio]

[whirlinglikeaballet]

RANT TIME ‼️‼️‼️

[nachojaehyun]

love galore

pairing. ex boyfriend seungcheol + afab reader

summary. when you meet your ex at a charity event, you like to imagine that the universe just wants to kill you. luckily, the mysterious forces of nature have other plans.

w.c 0.9k

warnings. porn with very little plot, car sex, backseat shenanigans, riding, minor tit play, BIG DICK CHEOL!!!! steamy sex, skin slapping, petnames: hers baby, slut his cheol, cheollie — 18+ MINORS DNI!

a/n. exam szn testing my fucking patience. maybe i’m back. maybe i’m not. based off of the song love galore by sza but not rlly 🫶 also wtf we are at 800 followers?? thank you???!!!! also, i surived nnn ;)

this was supposed to be a relaxed evening for you, visiting the charity event in Gwangju just to look at some cute animals and donating for a good cause.

it was supposed to be a few hours that you didn’t spend moping about in your apartment after breaking up with someone who you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

well, the word ‘suppose’ doesn’t even cross your mind at the moment.

how could it, when his hands grab at your hips, his lips parted in a groan? when his mouth says your name so beautifully?

you’d not noticed seungcheol at first. not until you were on your knees stroking a moody ginger cat when suddenly someone’s fingers brushed against your own.

at first glance, you wanted to cuss him out. scream, yell, clock him in the jaw, commit arson– every crime under the sun.

but all you could do was helplessly moan like a desperate whore.

seungcheol hastily led you to his car, mouth melding with yours, opening the back door and practically throwing you inside. he tasted like mint and a hint of coffee. just the taste you liked.

nothing about the moment is soft. all that can be heard is his groans, your soft breaths and the lewd dance of your tongues.

“take your pants off,” seungcheol heaves, sitting upright in the backseat as he tugs you into his lap. one of his hands pushes his hair back, eyes dark as he scrutinizes you.

you follow his orders without batting an eye, unbuttoning your jeans with much difficulty in the cramped space and sliding them off.

seungcheol yanks your tank top down, spitting on your nipple as he spares it a lick. “missed you,” he mumbled, teething on your peak as if you hadn’t lost all train of thought the second his lips had met yours.

“missed you, missed these gorgeous tits, and of course, this needy pussy,” his fingers slide between your legs, prodding at your folds. “she’s still mine, right? or did you find someone else?”

you shake your head with a whine when his fingers enter you, feeling your tight walls contract around him. with the pad of his thumb on your engorged clit, seungcheol thrusts his fingers in, a pace that has your mind fogging.

“c-cheollie,” you hiccup, but he shushes you with a bite on your left nipple. “shush baby, just enjoy it,” his words are hoarse, as his tongue lavs over and over your perky mounds.

you can feel the impending telltale of your orgasm the second his fingers curl and they hit that spot inside of you. seungcheol feels a gush of arousal from you, not letting you cum, but just about there to silently remove his fingers and suck them into his mouth.

his cock replaces his fingers, and you just about lose the air from your lungs. no matter how many times you’ve had sex with him, it always feels like the first.

the fat tip pushes past your folds, slowly sinking you down on him. he hisses at the contact. “still so tight f’me... you’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? didn’t let anyone touch what’s mine, hm?”

he knows he’s blabbering, but when he notices the tears spring up to your eyes, seungcheol’s fingers, slightly wet from his saliva wipe them away.

“it’s okay, baby. i love you. i still do.”

you lean into his touch, relishing in the soft moment inside the steamy car when the bastard ruins it.

seungcheol bottoms out inside you, eliciting a moan that sounds so pornographic, you wonder why you’ve not switched careers yet.

the one thrust is enough for you to grab onto his shoulders, lips crashing against his with the power of a sea storm as you begin to ride him.

your tongue swirls with his, squelching noises coming from down below as he meets your thrusts halfway, hands planted on your hips. he sets the pace, your ass bouncing on his thighs, a noise that he has thoroughly yearned for.

“such a good little slut for me,” he whispers against your lips as you lean back, tits bouncing in his face as your thighs start to ache.

but you couldn’t care. not now anyway.

“so big inside me cheol... filling me up all the way,” you moan, eyes rolling as your lower stomach tightens slightly.

the stretch of his cock is too much, splitting your pussy into two in the best way possible. you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, twitching inside you as you praise his size. god, the man’s ego was almost as huge as his dick.

“gonna make me cum like that, baby,” seungcheol whispers, one of his hands leaving your hips to come up and squeeze your mounds. “want me to pull out?” he asks, flicking your nipple with a finger.

“fuck– hah! yes, pull out, pull out!”

with one last thrust and impeccable timing, you feel yourself cum, as he pulls out and releases all over your stomach. the white paints your skin and manages to land a few specks on your tank top.

seungcheol’s breathing is unsteady, as is yours. the sex induced fog seems to fade slightly, as you come down from the incredible high you’ve just experienced.

“stop looking like you regret this, y/n. i know you wanna come back to my place,” seungcheol pushes a strand of damp hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the sweaty skin of your jaw.

the moment is soft, a rare gem among the monstrous haze that the demon of lust had bestowed upon the two of you.

“what do you think, baby? wanna fuck on the couch like usual?”

oh, how you could you refuse that offer?

© nachojaehyun, 2024

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KAMO CHOSO — choso thinks he may be addicted to the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, face sitting, hair pulling (choso’s), pet names, questionable characterisation! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! first time writing for choso so i am v sorry in advance <3

you hear choso growl from where he’s pressed underneath you, face shoved between your thighs as you grind down into the steady lav of his tongue. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick, soaked with your juices as they drip and pool onto the sheets beneath him.

you feel his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips, pulling you deeper— sure to leave a mark everytime your thighs tighten around his head, like he’d gladly take his last breath from between your legs as he groans.

“shit, keep doing that, princess.” you hear your dark haired lover gasp as he breathes deep before he buries himself back into you. but the low tone of choso’s voice still manages to send vibrations straight through your clit, making your hips twitch with the sudden jolt of pleasure as you press yourself down into his mouth.

your fingers tighten in his hair as you ride him, so greedily as your hole clenches around his tongue and he loves the way you pull at the messy hair style, musing it beneath your touch as you pull at the roots. “so good~ fuck!” you throw your head back at how greedily he devours you, like he’s been starved for eternity— pouring his soul between your folds as it burns through you.

“you know what comes next.” choso moans shakily, his words almost lost between his messy movements as you give him a doe-eyed, glassy look. you whimper when he pulls away momentarily, sliding his slender fingers between your folds before he’s spreading you lewdly and diving back in— slurping and smacking at the taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs.

if you were to look behind you, you’d see what your taste does to him— what you do to him as pre-cum gathers around his blunt tip. he pays no mind to it, not when he’s got you straddling him face, too focused on feeling you cream around his tongue.

“you’re gonna cum for me, okay?” he feels sticky, the air in the room heavy as he laps at your clit—he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over his toned torso but he needs more, messier. his palm comes down heavy against your ass as he sends you deeper into him, squeezing roughly at the skin—but it only allows him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelches filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.

choso feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his cock aching for any sort of friction but he’s just so lost in you instead. wrapping his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more.

“right there, ‘m gonna—ah!” you jolt slightly but his strong grip keeps you in place, forbidding you from moving as he holds you above him — fingers squeezing into your skin.

“use me—k-keep going.” he almost growls, his words breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.

choso’s movements are almost desperate, your skin feels on fire when the pleasure races through you while you hear his own quiet moans against your cunt— lost between smacks and suckling noises. your thighs tremble either side of him and you babble, your clit knocking against his nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, your arousal drenching the sheets below you both.

“that’s it, give it to me, princess.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[mysticallystilinski]

Can we get more high stiles content? Also love your work its genuinely makes my day 🫶🫶

faded on the beach

stiles stilinski x fem!reader

content : p n v sexual intercourse, no protection, underage (below 21) intoxication, public sex, slightly experienced stiles stoner

lav speaks: < hi! thank you much for loving my work; you’re too sweet! request as much as you want! more 🍃 stiles content ahead >

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lying on the blanket, you turned to face stiles as he applied his sunscreen to himself. he began to struggle as his back was the section needing lotion. stiles, baby, do you need help?, you giggled. no — i’m good, he grunted. it was funny to see him struggle at such a simple task.

ignoring his stubbornness, you dug in your bag for your weed. pulling out the blunt, and lighter, you placed both upon the towel. stiles eyes directed to the items on the ground, and slowly moved his eyes from there to yours.

are you thinking what i’m thinking?, he questioned.

you already know it. from then on, you took the blunt in your fingers, and slowly began to rotate it while evenly lighting the end. stiles eyes burned into your body as you burned the fire into the tip. he couldn’t deny it, stiles would fuck you anywhere he would if he could. the swim suit already left an impression on him as soon as you walked out of the house.

hey, y/n, when you’re done with that do you need me to help you with your sunscreen, he smirked. you couldn’t see his demeanor, but practically felt it pulse into you after those words came out of him. “yes stiles, only if you don’t mind”.

the tip was lit, and ready to be smoked. you shifted the weed from your position to your open lips, and took a long rip. it wasn’t your first time getting high, so you knew how much you could handle. stiles, on the other hand, could not really handle his weed.

after taking a few more hits, you handed the wood to stiles. without hesitation, he grabbed it from your fingers and took a puff.

stiles started to cough, all while not being able to handle the sensation in his lungs. god damn’ it, he managed to choke out. you giggled as your breathing started to become staggered. the feeling was a little hazey, but would soon intensify.

do you wanna take another? he offered. you slyly nodded as he passed the blunt back over into your direction. taking another hit, you locked eyes with stiles. an idea popped into your head.

you sat up onto your knees, and motioned for stiles to sit in front of you. stiles gave you a look of confusion before you filled your mouth with smoke and connected your lips together. blowing the smoke into his mouth, he pulled you closer.

stiles inhaled most of the sweet mixture of your lips and the weed, and delved into the kiss. pulling you onto his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, being careful not to drop the blunt. he pulled away to exhale, almost immediately out of breath.

god — you taste so good y/n

you blushed, stiles could make you feel that way with a snap of his fingers. those fingers have made you feel good so many times. let’s make it once more. you tugged upon stiles hair, interlocking your fingers within it with one hand.

you threw the roach upon the ground and placed the other hand on his back. your fingers traced circles, lines, anything you could think of all while he was thinking of fucking you. stiles mind was filled with thoughts of taking you right there on the beach. so why wouldn’t he?

stiles hand made his way from your back, to the hem of your swim suit bottoms. sti, stop teasing please, you groaned out. your head was already pounding with thoughts and waves of pleasure. you felt stiles long fingers make his way under the lace of the fabric, and quickly find your throbbing clit.

he didn’t hesitate.

the boy began to slowly rub his way through your folds, finding all the perfect spots in all the right places. you couldn’t tell if it was the intoxication, or just his fingers that made it this pleasurable. does it feel good? he slurred. you moaned out in a giggly response, giving a quick answer.

while delving through your folds, stiles took his other hand and brought it upon your chin. look at me baby. his eyes were low, and so were yours. it almost seemed as though they were glowing a passionate red. seeing the expression from your pleasure made stiles smirk. he got horny quickly, a bulge appearing through his swim trunks.

you know, you make me feel so good y/n, stiles groaned as he stuck a finger into you. blissfully aware, this caused your high to heighten. your mind was boggling from the fingers deep inside your pussy, plus the weed making it’s way into your system. please just fuck me already stiles.

stiles thought you looked so cute begging for his cock right then and there. you couldn’t tell from your eyes being closed in pleasure, but stiles was staring at every inch of you. your clothed tits, your beautiful body, your gorgeous face. he loved absolutely everything about you.

sticking another finger in you, stiles began to go faster as you continued begging him to fuck you. please, please, please, you repeatedly whimpered. abruptly, stiles removed both fingers from your soaked heat. tilting your head in confusion, you were about to protest until you saw stiles pumping his cock through his shorts.

baby — can i help you with that?, you pleaded. stiles eyes met yours as he slowly tilted his head back with his mouth open. incoherent moans slipped out of his mouth just before you decided to help him out. you moved closer to him, and pulled the slip of your bottoms off to the side.

aligning yourself with his dick, you slowly lowered down. a gasp came out from both of your mouths. stiles was still inaudible as the high kicked up a notch, and you couldn’t believe the blissful feeling. stiles was making you so slap-happy to the point of no return.

stiles grabbed the sides of your hips with his hands. knuckles white, he bounced you up and down on his cock. it was a mutual feeling of success and attraction. you couldn’t get enough of eachother. your eyes flickered from the back of your head, to make contact with his. to your surprise, he was already staring at you.

mouth open, heavy breathing, stiles was a moaning mess. the way you clenched around his cock made him closer than he ever was before. he was as deep as he could get, trying to fit all of himself inside of you. he swore he could see stars floating around your body – or maybe that was just the drugs.

i’m gonna cum stiles, you whimpered. his eyes pierced almost into your skull as you said those words. igniting a flame inside him, he proceeded to go deeper and faster. not to mention the pleasure on his end was incredible. he felt a wetness quickly approaching his covered cock as you covered your mouth to stifle your moans.

let me hear you princess.

you cried louder and louder. your eyes felt heavy as he practically pounded into you. you felt him release shortly after your orgasm was finished. streams of cum filled inside your pussy. feeling filled to the brim, you got off of stiles in a stupor.

your high slowly faded as you were placed on the blanket by stiles. he covered you up with a clean towel, and proceeded to start to pack up. stopping in his tracks, he asked:

so – do you still need that sunscreen put on?

[loupy-mongoose]

In-universe it is early November

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The little Mewtwo floated sadly into the busy heart of Mr. Fuji's house. She could hear her parents chattering, and the clatter of dishes. A shrill squeal sounded from Momo. Despite the lingering mood of her night meeting, Lav couldn't fight a slight smile as her dad gently reprimanded the little pink Mew.

As she approached her parents, Akoya caught her eye and gave her a soft smile herself. Good morning, Lav.

Morning...

She tried to ignore her dad's eyes boring into her.

Rough sleep?

The pale purple feline gave him a side look, unable to meet his eyes. ...Kinda...

She didn't want to admit how much Nico's avoidance hurt her.

Still not able to connect with Nico?

She couldn't stop herself from locking eyes with him this time. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Randy's blue eyes were shimmering with sympathy.

Sympathy that felt misplaced.

She looked away, and wrapped her arms around herself. Her dad stood up from his seat at the table and stepped toward her, taking her into his own arms.

I just wanna say I'm sorry... Tears filled Lavender's eyes. I don't care if he accepts it or not... I just want him to know I didn't mean it...

Randy held her close and rubbed her shoulder. He sighed, but didn't seem to know what to say.

Then she caught a feeling from him--something nagging in his mind that he didn't want to say out loud.

She took a breath and looked up at him. What?

He flinched as if upset about getting caught. But he didn't try to pretend it hadn't happened. He sighed again. Lav... We... We need to think about going back home soon...

Somehow, hearing that didn't surprise her. They'd been here for a long time, now. The shiny trio could only care for the house for so long by themselves.

I know...

He gave her a squeeze. I'm sorry, Hon...

Lav felt another pang of guilt, struggling to conceal it from her family. It's not your fault...

Her father's response was firm, but filled with warmth.

It's not yours either.

Ah.

He'd caught it.

She let his words tumble in her mind, trying to convince herself he was right. She sighed, and pushed away from him. Thanks, Dad... She looked toward the front door. I'm gonna go for a walk... I just... want some time to think...

Randy gave her a gentle rub on the head. Okay. Hope it's a good one. He then gave her a small kiss. Do remember, though, you can always talk to us if you need to, Lav. We love you.

Lav smiled at him, feeling the deep truth of that statement. Love you too, Dad. She transformed into her human form and hugged him. I'll talk to you later.

:>

[theodorenmyth]

Mattheo who has an introverted! Boyfriend, but when r is drunk they turn into a different person who is bold asf to just say shit and mattheo is just like “holy shit”

Bold Booze

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!Reader

Summary ; At a Slytherin party, you watch from the sidelines as Mattheo Riddle enjoys the festivities. When he convinces you to try firewhisky, the alcohol unlocks a bold side of you, leading to teasing and passionate moments with Mattheo. The night is filled with intense desire and stolen touches, and by morning, you wake up with the aftermath of your fiery escapades. Reflecting on the unexpected boldness from the firewhisky, you realize it's a night Mattheo will relish and remind you of for a long time.

A/N ; I LAV LAVVV THIS REWUEST 😻😻😻

warnings); slight smut, mentions of alcohol, bite marks

Word count ; 1k

You sit quietly in the corner of the Slytherin common room, nursing a butterbeer and observing the raucous party around you. Your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, is the center of attention as always, laughing and talking with his friends. You don’t mind, really. The noise and chaos of the party are a bit overwhelming, and you’re content to stay in your little corner, watching Mattheo from afar.

He catches your eye and smiles, making his way over to you. ��Hey, love. Why don’t you join us?”

You shake your head, smiling shyly. “I’m good here, Mattheo.”

Mattheo sits beside you, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “How about a drink? Something stronger than butterbeer?”

You hesitate, but the warm, inviting look in his eyes makes you relent. “Alright, one drink.”

Mattheo returns with two glasses of firewhisky, handing one to you. “Cheers,” he says, clinking his glass against yours.

You take a tentative sip, the liquid burning its way down your throat. You cough slightly, but Mattheo’s encouraging smile makes you take another sip. Before long, the glass is empty, and Mattheo hands you another.

As the firewhisky works its way through your system, you start to feel more relaxed. The noise of the party fades into the background, and a new, bold feeling rises within you. You catch Mattheo’s eye, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Matty,” you say, your voice low and husky. “Come here.”

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden change in demeanor. He leans in, and you whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

His eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“Maybe,” you reply with a mischievous grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re driving me crazy.”

Mattheo chuckles, his hand resting on your thigh. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

You lean closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Mattheo’s eyes darken with desire, but he tries to maintain his composure. “Maybe we should get you some water.”

You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. “I don’t want water. I want you.”

He looks around, noting the curious glances from his friends. “You’re going to make a scene, love.”

You smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches as you trail your fingers up his chest. “Isn’t that what you like? Being the center of attention?”

Mattheo bites his lip, clearly torn between his desire and his need to keep up appearances. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

You lean in, your lips brushing against his. “I like living dangerously.”

The rest of the night is a blur of teasing whispers and stolen touches. You can see the effect you’re having on Mattheo, the way his breath hitches and his eyes darken with desire. You revel in it, pushing the boundaries further with each passing minute.

“Matty,” you purr, your lips ghosting over his neck. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Mattheo grabs your hand, practically dragging you up the stairs to his dormitory. As soon as the door closes behind you, his lips are on yours, hungry and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his body, tugging at his clothes. “I need you,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.”

Mattheo growls low in his throat, lifting you and tossing you onto the bed. “You’re going to regret teasing me all night,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

You shiver at his words, anticipation coursing through you. “I doubt that,” you challenge, your eyes glinting with mischief.

The night continues with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Mattheo’s hands and lips explore every inch of your body, and you respond with equal fervor. The boundaries between you blur, and all that exists is the fire between you, burning hotter and brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a multitude of aches and pains. Your back is sore, and your skin is marked with hickeys, bite marks, and bruises. You groan, burying your face in the pillow as memories of the previous night flood back.

Mattheo is already awake, leaning against the headboard with a smug grin on his face. “Good morning, love.”

You glare at him, though it lacks any real heat. “Morning.”

He chuckles, brushing a hand through your hair. “You were practically screaming my name last night.”

You blush furiously, pulling the blanket over your head. “Oh, fuck off. Don’t remind me.”

Mattheo laughs, pulling the blanket away and leaning down to kiss you. “You were so cute, begging for my touch.”

You groan again, hiding your face in your hands. “Ugh, I can’t believe I did that.”

Mattheo nips at your ear, his voice a teasing whisper. “I loved every second of it. And so did you.”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Maybe I did.”

Mattheo’s grin widens, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close. “Good. Because I plan on making you scream my name again very soon.”

You laugh, resting your head against his chest. “I’m not sure my back can handle it.”

He smirks, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. “I’ll go easy on you next time. Maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but the fondness in your gaze is unmistakable. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Mattheo replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh, content despite the lingering aches and pains. “Yeah, I do.”

Mattheo’s arms tighten around you, and you know that despite the teasing, he cares for you deeply. As you drift back to sleep, you can’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected boldness that the firewhisky brought out in you. It’s a night you’ll never forget, and one you’re sure Mattheo won’t let you live down anytime soon.

[seraphdreams]

No cause Choso is stepbro coded 🤤

he is !

he’s so sweet stepbro that checks up on you late at night when you’re supposed to be sleeping but you’re wide awake due to the nimble fingers stuffed in your achy cunt . . . you’ve been wanting to get off for a while now, rutting those same lithe digits into your hole for the past thirty minutes, but your fingers just don’t reach those places that choso’s do — he’d be so willing to help you out when you ask too, why wouldn’t he? you’re his cute little sister after all n he’s a great big bro !! his thick fingers, nails painted an inky black, pumping in and out of your greedy hole while he kisses you nice n sloppy, letting his tongue lav around yours in a way that has your breath bitching n mind spinning, taking in your sweet moans . . . he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop himself from giving you what you want, what you need. for now he’ll keep it on the low, he’ll convince you that this is just what big brothers do . . .

[jaxfromthatcircus]

Hey, it's me and this is my blog

SO guess what? I found acess to one of those funky computers that Caine keeps in secret... And made this! Isn't it cool? Eh, not like I have anything better to do anyways.

So I guess you people from the interneet can send me some cool asks about how things are going here, I just won't spill secrets okay?

...Who am I kidding, of course I will.

Warnings!

Be aware that the person behind this blog IS AN ADULT and so is the character, mod is 19 and Jax is 22. Do NOT send me anything sexual if you're a minor. This blog may contain sexual or suggestive jokes and is considered 16+.

Be mindful that this blog is both based in canon AND headcanons, so some stuff might not be completely "in character". If you see something that you dislike, remember that the character IS an asshole but also the mod's just having fun with it lol don't need to harass anyone because of a silly gag.

This blog may contain mentions of drug and alcohol use as well as heavy topics like mental breakdowns, panic, and similar. Suicidal topics will be kept to a minimum but may always happen, so viewer discretion is advised.

Meet the crew!

You can check out other blogs that I mainly interact with here! Amazing masterlist by yours @ask-abstracted-kaufmo truly, go give em some love!!

Why did you not answer me?

If I did not answer your ask yet, there might be a reason:

- I'm sleeping or working

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- Too many asks, mod is sorry for this one-

- Update March 24: hhhh not great era, I'm sorry if I may take long but managing life has been crazy rn

The children!

So far we have 9 kid anons that Jax is caring for

That doesn't mean you can't make your own silly anons to interact too, bring your ocs, it's fine! This is just a list of adopted children.

[Last update on 22/04/2024]

So far, we got:

cool anon

foreheadkisser

clown

lav

sleepy

strawberry

patchwork

pastel

phoenix

Roleplaying

"This is how Jax talks! Hi darlin' ;)"

This is how we're gona describe actions and anything that is not to be said out loud.

[mod coffee: and this is how yours truly, mod coffee, will appear here once in a while! hello ;) ]

Extras!

Other blogs also ran by me are @jaxrabbitoid-thehuman, @dogday-shines-bright and @ask-theredcrown check it out if you feel like it!

I made a mod blog where you can reach out to me! It's @mod-coffee-is-here!

[skiitter]

Sometimes I feel crazy when people say that Lav should be a beacon of understanding and forgiveness for Solas at all times. Girl what???? She CHALLENGED him at every turn. Fought him on his wackass hatred of the Dalish, fought him in Trespasser no matter the disposition/choice, fought him when he gave that weak reason for leaving her. She constantly has him on his toes because she does not defer to him when she disagrees with him. Solas is SO single minded (something something he’s a spirit) and his POV is very narrow and Lav is out here like “No bitch!!! Open your fucking eyes babe!!!” She’s not a yes-man. She loves him of course but love is NOT an unequivocal acceptance of someone. She challenges him to be the best version of himself. That’s why she was so good at convincing him thus him leaving her behind. Because she sees through his bullshit attempts to justify things and loves him enough to make him pick the better path. ITS WHY SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO CONVINCE HIM IN THE END. Because SHE knows who Solas is better than anyone alive and that is an impossibly intimate and vulnerable thing.

[perolesims]

Once upon a time Lilac.

The following posts will show Lilac's POV.

Lav: I came as fast as I could… What do you mean you broke up? And the wedding? And everything?

Lilac: … It wasn’t easy, but there was no other way. It all started on Christmas Eve...

We were already clashing, you know? He didn’t stay home anymore… and when he did, we just fought.

Ethan: So, is dinner ready?

Lilac: I just served it.

“But we ate in silence… damn, it was just the two of us in the house… and the silence was deafening.”

Lilac: We’ve become such a boring couple! You didn’t even notice I dyed my hair!

Ethan: Oh, come on, Lilac, you change your mind all the time… How is that my fault?

Lilac: So, that’s it?

Ethan: Damn it, you only open your mouth to complain, don’t you ever get tired?!

Lilac: Are you serious, Ethan? You’re never home! I’m always alone. I’M TIRED OF BEING MARRIED TO YOU BUT STILL FEELING ALONE.

Ethan: BECAUSE I’M WORKING! WHAT, YOU WANT TO COME WORK WITH ME NOW?!

Lilac: I didn’t say that, you’re twisting my words! I’m humiliating myself here asking for the basics: attention! Have you grown tired of me?! Then just say it, and we’ll end it here. Maybe this was all a mistake anyway.

Ethan: Fine then! We’re not together anymore! That’s it, Lilac, I’m done with feeling trapped with someone like you!

Lilac: Excuse me?

Ethan: I can’t take this prison we call a home anymore. Enough.

"I wasn't going to stay at home crying over that ugly guy, so I went up, got ready and went out to the club"

Ethan: Where are you going

Lila: from what I remember, I don't owe you any more explanations.

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[thehusbandoden]

"Imoto" Alternative Ending -In love!Bakugo Katsuki x Heartbroken!Reader

A/n: it doesn't have a clear ending so call it how you'd like.

General info:

Genre: angst, comfort \\ wc: 442 \\ posted: 04/08/24

Summary:

Alternative ending, Izuku rejects you, leaving Bakugo to comfort you.

Tags: @garfieldthomas; @lemon-lav

Warnings!: rejection, unreciprocated love, unclear ending, oblivious reader, reader loves Izuku, Izuku loves Uraraka, Bakugo loves reader, jealousy, anger, possessiveness, a bit of Izucho, idk what else. Lmk if I miss any. <3

"Imoto" -Inlove!Bakugo Katsuki x Oblivious!Reader

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You whisper nervously, staring at the green-haired boy in the next room. He was talking to Uraraka, smiling shyly as he rambled about some new pro hero.  

“Of course it will, now go.” Bakugo grunted, gently pushing you forward. You glance back at him hesitantly. He gives you a small smile, giving you the courage to proceed. You take a deep breath before walking into the next room.  

You feel Bakugo’s crimson eyes boring into your back as you walk over to your childhood crush, Midoriya Izuku. He didn’t even notice you, continuing to ramble to the brunette. She had a bright blush on her cheeks, causing jealousy to stir in your stomach.  

You mentally berate yourself for being ridiculous as you tap Izuku’s shoulder. 

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Bakugo’s pov:  

Bakugo’s eyes narrow as he sees Deku chatting to round cheeks, his eyes lit up in joy. He clenches his fist as he realizes that your heart is about to be torn to shreds. He thinks about stopping you but knows that you need to find out... the hard way.  

His eyes are lit up in rage as he watches you nervously tap his shoulder, shyly mumbling under your breath. After a few moments, Izuku seems to realize what’s happening, and quickly starts to backtrack.  

After another minute, you slowly start to walk back towards Bakugo. His jaw is clenched as he meets you halfway, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you out of sight. Once you’re away from everyone, you collapse into his arms.

He looks down at you protectively, wrapping his arms around you as he brings you to his chest, caressing your hair gently. “Shh it’s alright. He wasn’t worth your time anyways...” he gruffly whispers.  

You don’t speak relying on him to support you- which he does. His mind races as he thinks of all the ways he’s going to get at the idiotic Izuku for breaking your precious heart.  

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here, I’ll protect you. My y/n..”  

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[criswritessometimes]

70's sleaze

contents - ted’s name your price character, flirting, a wee bit of pining

author’s note // ok, name your price with ted’s character on it is the reason i started this blog. don’t look at me that way. also, i work in film and tv but on the art department side, so if many sound people out there notice anything wrong, uhhh, whoops! tell me what it is and i will fix it :).

(some sound terms so no one lost, lav mic is the small hands-free mic usually clipped to clothing and hair mic are similar to lavs but typically sit on the forehead and are threaded through the head and down the neck)

you loved your job; you really did. you’d been working in los angeles in film and tv for the last 2-ish years and were on some more niche projects, but you were doing what you loved (and getting paid), and that’s all that mattered. 

that leads to today. one of your friends had hooked you up with a pa job for a project called ‘name your price.’ you were working with ferdinand on the sound team; basically, he wanted an assistant to fix mics and battery packs on screen while he was focused on audio cues. it was a simple job and mostly sitting around with him talking. you glanced at the levels on the mics occasionally and kept seeing mic four acting up. the guy would speak, and his input was low even though his fader was all the way up. you lean into ferdinand and whisper, “during the first break, i’m gonna check mic four. the levels are weird on it.” he nods in agreement, “mic four is on ted; he’s at the furthest podium.”

the break comes, and you have a minute and a half to try and fix the mic. you get out of your seat, walking over behind the podiums, and tap ted on the shoulder; he’s a lot taller than you thought. “umm excuse me,” he turns to you, “uhh hi ted, i’m (y/n), i’m part of the sound team. your mic is giving us weird levels, and i was wondering if i could check your mic pack?” you explain. ted looks you up and down with his eyes peeking over the top of his sunglasses, still in character. “anything for you doll.” he hands you the mic pack as he dances to the music and chats with the other contestants. you fiddle with the mic pack, setting it to channel 5 and turning up the sensitivity to see if that changes anything. “ted you you speak into your mic? we just need to check levels.” you ask him. ted turns back to you, “of course i can sugar.” as he’s speaking, you’re looking over at ferdinand to get a thumbs up that levels are better. you don’t get it, and have 15 seconds until the break is over. “ok,” you say to yourself. ted still has his attention on you. “you can stop talking. try and be a little quieter this next segment. your mic is being really weird. i’ll be back to fix it.” you explain to him while closing the back of the mic pack . “is it ok if i put this back on you?” you ask. “go ahead; you know it best.” ted replies, a little less in character. he turns around, and you move his jacket to clip it back to the back of his pants. 

you walk back off screen to look at the levels. “do you mind if i?” you whisper, referencing playing with the faders on the sound board. “be my guest.” ferdinand replies, focused on hitting the multiple sound cues austin wanted from him. you move your chair closer to the soundboard and the connected monitor. you know the basics of sound mixing and what audio levels should look like, and hopefully, that’s enough. after a bit of tweaking, which was more complicated than you anticipated since ted isn’t speaking consistently, you pull the mic to a somewhat happy medium. however, you are going to have to turn the receiver down on the mic pack again. 

the next break comes, and you walk back over to ted. he’s dancing as he sees you and gives you a sleazy smile while visibly looking you up and down again. “hi ted, it’s me again.” you greet. “ahh my favorite crew member.” he greets. “may i see your mic pack again?” you ask. “of course sugar.” he dances to face the opposite way so you can grab it. he turns back to you, and you’re dancing along with him in a simple side-to-side as you tune the receiver down a hair. looking up at him, “can i speak into your mic?” you ask. he nods, “go for it,” while his eyes peer over his sunglasses. you move him to the side a little so you can look over to ferdinand, “woah take a guy to dinner before you start throwing me around!” he exclaims as he’s taken off balance slightly. your face softens, “oh, i’m so sorry, i didn’t notice i almost knocked you over.” you apologize. he breaks character and puts his hand on the side of your upper arm. “hey, don’t sweat it, i’m just fuckin’ with you.” you lean into his chest, looking up at him. “oh so no dinner?” you tease and see a very faint blush appear on his neck. you had to admit, he was quite attractive and the 70s-sleazeball character was doing something for you. you look back at ferdinand waiting for the thumbs up. you play with the receiver nob on the pack until you get the thumbs up for him. “umm i mean yeah sure.” ted stuttered out, “yeah dinner sounds great.” “am i making you nervous ted?” you ask, moving around him to place his pack back in his belt. “what no, we’ll talk later.” he recovers. you wink back at him as you walk off-screen as the break ends. you can see him getting back into character and trying to shake the blush off.

the rest of the show is going well, and you’re really happy you got the job from your friend. you were still paying attention to the mic levels and only had to change the batteries in austin's mic so far. during the chat the bed segment, ted starts taking fake pills from will and you stare at his hands as he makes sure the camera sees them and pops them in his mouth. it felt like your brain short-circuited; you can only imagine what his hands would feel like gripping your hips, then slowly moving up to your waist and kneading at you- “fuck, hey (y/n).” ferdinand pulls you out of your daze as you look at the levels and would you believe it, ted’s mic is super low even though the faders are almost all the way up. you shake your head as you try and vanish the thoughts, well at least for now, and focus on your job. “can we just change the mic?” you ask him. “i think we only have one other mic pack.” ferdinand whispers back. “cool so i need to change the pack right?” you clarify. he gives an iffy pause, “you may just want to take the lav from him, but the only other mic we have is a hair mic.” “i mean i know how to put one on an actor if thats the only option.” you explain, finding the years of theater in high school and sticking mics on your classmates was paying off. “that’d be great, thanks (y/n).” and ferdinand pats your shoulder. as the segment continues, you find the mic pack, the hair mic, the tape for the wire, and bobby pins, in the box production gave you for the shoot. you’re standing up, ready for the next break since you only had 2 minutes for the whole operation. 

the show starts the next break, and ted locks eyes with you immediately and points to his mic. you’re walking over to him to begin to explain what you’re doing. “ok,” you reach him and start ripping your tape into smaller pieces. “so we’re changing your mic and i’m going to give you a hair mi-” you look up and him and realize, again he’s a lot taller than you. without thinking, you grab his wrist and pull him off stage to have you sit in your seat. “so we’re giving you a hair mic,” you start your explanation up again, “is it ok if i touch your neck and hair?” you ask. “please, go for it.” he replies, a little quicker than you’d be used to. “what do you need me to do?” he asks, looking up at you. “take your lav and mic pack off and hand it to ferdinand. please and thank you.” you answer, and you start to work. as he’s taking the first mic off, you have bobby pins between your lips as you position the head of the mic on his forehead. you tape the wire down, snake it across his scalp, and bobby pin it in his hair so it's less likely to fall out. the mic snakes down his neck. you gently press pieces of tape on the back and side of his neck with the back of your knuckles as a way to respect his boundaries. “stand up for me please.” you instruct him. he does. “i’m gonna clip the new pack in the same spot on your belt,” you reach around him and do so, “also try not to mess with your hair too much, i placed the mic in with bobby pins, and you can’t see it from above and i don’t want it falling out.” you plead. “oh yeah, of course. thank you for changing it quickly (y/n). you're my favorite crew member.” he pats the side of your shoulder, winks, and then walks back on stage. you’re left feeling like you passed out and woke up to ted winking at you since you got super into your working headscape. well at least you remembered the wink. 

everything for the rest of the show is going well; ted is messing with his hair, but not to the extent that you've seen him do it before he got the new mic. throughout the show, you can see ted glancing over to you as a part of the pill addict character he’s playing, having a breakdown and looking off into space. you’re not sure if he’s looking at you or just your general direction. still, you tell yourself he’s looking at you. the breaks come and go, and ted is either dancing in the main space with the other contestants, talking to you briefly, or asking how the audio looks. his smile is so soft, and his mannerisms are so goofy you can't help but lean your head and gaze into his eyes as you chat.

during the last break for the live stream and before the haunted board segment, you walk around checking the cast's batteries on their packs. you reach ted's podium, and before you walk over to austin and will, he grabs your upper arm and pulls you over to him. his grip didn’t hurt; it just surprised you. “i have an idea for a bit for the last segment, you in?” he asks, whispering into your ear. you look back up at him and nod, “sure, why not.” he releases you, cheesing and dancing, knowing he’s still on camera.

the last segment starts with will being taken off stage for ‘illegally selling prescription pills’, mainly to ted. he claims to be by the rv park selling more after the show. ted walks over to Will, asking about the pills, and dry swallows one as he walks back to his podium and makes sure the camera sees it. the camera doesn't see the glance behind ted's sunglasses, which makes you feel like a meal to be eaten, akin to the pill. you swallow, trying to suppress the blush creeping onto your face. as you avert your gaze back to the levels to get a hold of yourself. until you hear austin ask, “can we get sound out here, ted is having mic issues.” you look at ferdinand, and he looks back at you, nodding his head towards the stage. you stand and walk over with tape in your hand and see the problem. ted messed with the mic so much it was undone from his hair. as you get closer to him, he takes you into a fake headlock and starts asking for more pills frantically; this must have been the bit. “more pills or i’ll kill like i did to that man in gainesville florida!” you look shocked and panicked as your face reddens as he was actually choking you a little and the other contestants back away from ted. austin sees the bit and plays into it. he looks at you, “(y/n), isn't it?” you nod. he looks up towards ted, “ok ted, just let (y/n) go and the pills that will be in your trailer, ok?” he’s slowly creeping up on the both of you, getting closer. ted thinks it over, and you feel his grip loosen on your neck. you take a deep breath, and his arm releases you from the hold. you fake fall onto the ground and scamper away behind the curtain. “ok, ted and (y/n) real funny,” austin says, “but can we get someone to fix his mic?” you come back out and walk over to ted. he smiles down at you. “sorry if that was too much.” he apologies. you motion for him to bend down slightly so you can fix the placement of the mic, “its ok, it was funny.” you replace his tape and walk behind the curtain again, making your way around the side of the stage to join ferdinand again at the sound table.

as the last segment comes to an end and wubby is named the winner, the cast mill about waiting for the broadcast to end, and you're doing the same so you can pack up and go. to you, it’s always fun to have an on set flirt or crush for a project. ted was a good player for the whole thing. everyone who has a mic comes over to the sound table to give it back, with ted being the last one. he sets it on the table, and his hand brushes yours, “hey i can uhh walk you to your car, i know it’s getting pretty dark outside.” he offers. you smile at him, “yeah i’ll met you outside the studio when i’m done.” he grins and walks off. you coil the mic wires up, place them with their corresponding mic pack, and take the batteries out of the pack before putting them back into the audio box labeled ‘mics’ in old painter's tape. ferdinand puts the small soundboard into the big storage bin production gave you along with the mic box. “is that it?” you ask. “i think so, hey it was great to work with you, hope you see you around more.” ferdinand extends a hand for you to shake, you do, “yeah, the same to you, this was a really fun project. If you're on it in the future, please let me know.” he chuckles, “you’ll be the first person i contact, i'll get your number from the call sheet.” you both release your hands as you grab your personal bag, wave by to ferdinand and walk out of the studio, seeing ted waiting for you. you see ted standing outside the studio doors, checking his phone and waiting for you. he looks up when he hears footsteps and smiles when he sees you. “hey ready?” he checks. “yeah, i’m pretty sure, if not i hope production will keep it for me or i guess i’ll see it on ebay in a few days.” you joke starting to walk out of the building with him. ted chuckles at your joke, and you feel a warmth in your chest from his laugh. the both of you reach the door to the building and leave. the parking lot is still dark even with the 2 light poles. “well, lead the way!” he instructs then follows you to the other side of the lot. “i was always told to take a spot far away from the building.” you tell him. “really? where’d you learn that?” he asks in disbelief. “oh i was lying I was just running late and this was the first spot i saw.” you confess as the both of you walk up to your car, he can tell it’s yours when you unlock it, and the headlights flash. “oh alright.” he tuts out. as the both of you stand there, you’re not quite sure what to say. you want to see him again but not on set, like dinner or drin- “hey if it isn’t weird,” ted starts breaking your inner struggle, “but would you like to get dinner sometime, you seem cool and i’d like to get to know you better.” “yes!” it quickly falls out of your mouth. you clear your throat, “i mean yeah, that would be great, it would be great to get to know you better.” you stand there for a minute as he puts his phone out for you to put your contact information in. you take his phone and type your number in then handing it back to him. “well, i’ll be seeing you.” he sheepishly says starting to walk off. “see ya!” you yell and wave towards him. when you get settled in your car, you take a minute and breathe. a smile starts to foam on your face from the day, and you feel a buzz in your pocket. 

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hey, it’s ted :)

[lenqkeju]

I'm crying the Goku pfp?? 😭 but hey!! can you please give some advice for beginner editors? I really like your graphics and would like some advice!!

HIII!! don't mind the Goku pfp PLEASEE I'm actually working on my theme I swear!!

but for your question, of course!! I think one of my top advices would be not comparing your work to others! it's actually rlly bad and it'll make you lose motivation. if you're a beginner then start off simple!! you'll make your way through in just a few months or even weeks!!

taking inspo is okay most of the time! only if the creator is okay with it! you can look at other people's work (again, if they allow it) or just look up "rentry, layout, icon etc inspo" on Pinterest!!

also, don't be afraid to try something new and get out of your comfort zone. explore new apps even if they look too hard to understand, trust you'll get the hang of it and you won't be disappointed.

don't be afraid to repeat a technique multiple times, like using the same png, frame or overlay, using the same recourses to make something etc!

try making yourself pleased with your own work first, then move on to other's people opinions. most people are never satisfied with ANYTHING but don't let it affect you!!!

also here's lav's post about it,, and lockets!! I'm sure their post will help you as well!!

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GEPARD LANDAU ; — secret makeout sessions with the silvermane captain are a good way to pass the time when you miss him.

warnings: f!reader, rly just makeout sessions. note: don’t mind the characterisation rn i just wanted to write something short to give it a try ! i wanna write more for star rail tho snifle <3 maybe some dan heng / blade / jing yuan next :<

“i’m..” gepard begins before its cut off again as he swallows your next dreamy exhale, his brows furrow and he can feel the sting of his own deep blush — the impact you have on him far too severe for him to even consider trying to swallow it down. “..i’m on duty.”

his words are fumbled when he finally manages to push them out but they’re barely audible with the way his mouth still moves messily with yours, pushed into some darkened alley after he’d coincidentally came across you shopping in the city.

“but you said you’d walk me home, captain~” the title is a slow drawl that makes gepard almost whimper when it’s accompanied with the saccharine press of your chest against his broad one. as much as he can’t feel the press of your skin against his own, he remembers it — and that makes him yearn for it even more as his hands wrap around your waist with the next languid lav of his tongue along your own.

“it is my responsibility when you’re looking so..” breathtaking, is what he means to say but the clouded, starry-eyed look you send him as you pull away to breathe only has him pulling you back in for more. so he lets his hands, his movements — say what he needs and he knows you understand when he feels your arms wrap around his armoured shoulders, caging him against the brick wall behind you both as he grabs steadily at your hips.

you’re intoxicating, embarrassingly so that the silvermane captain can’t focus on anything else except the way you kiss him. your fingers smooth just under the hem of gepard’s jacket, enough to graze teasingly along the skin of his abdomen and he wants nothing more than to chase more of your touch as he exhales against your lips.

he did have a small break before his next assignment, one that he knows he’d love to spend wrapped in you when he feels you lick into his mouth needily — pushing your name between his lips even though it’s always on his mind and suddenly he feels too warm underneath his armour, even in the eternal freeze he’s sure you’d have him overheating.

gepard’s hand squeezes at your waist, making you pull away to blink up at him and your gaze is hypnotising despite the way it makes him want to look away — flushed to his chest with his usual pristine uniform mused by your hands. but he can’t help the way his lips part to growl immediately when he feels you lean back into press cute kisses along his jawline, trailing down the sensitive spots you’ve mapped out on his neck as he tries so hard to retain his self control that seems to drain away with every press of your lips.

the city is just to his left but you’re in his arms and he can’t find it in himself to care despite the position he’s in right now, the captain of the silvermane guards turning to putty for his sweet little girlfriend in some random ally. but it’s too tempting when your kisses trail back to his lips and it’s almost instinct the way he so easily switches your positions, his need making his ears ring as he presses you into the hard surface he occupied a few moments ago — kissing you so deeply you have to rely on his to keep you upright, because you know he always will.

“it—uggh, it shouldn’t be too much trouble for me to pick up my duties later.. i have something else to see through first.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[mysticallystilinski]

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL?

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

— ౨ৎ masterlist

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, p in v intercourse, underage drinking, oral intercourse (f!receiving), bestfriends to fuckers )

lav speaks.. hi!! my requests are ALWAYS open and wanted. i honestly need more inspo!

the beat was loud, in the best way possible. vibrating through yours and stiles bodies, leaving a trail of sound waves wherever you lead. a classic beacon hills party, loud, rowdy, and full of horny teenagers.

it wasn’t usually your cup of tea, but lydia of course forced you to come. she picked out the little burgundy dress, and slight heels that would make all the guys drool over you. doing your makeup to a perfection, with elegance and the most precise perfumes for seductiveness.

heading to the kitchen, you held stiles wrist to ease the risk of not losing him to the large crowds surrounding you guys. “LET’S TAKE SHOTS”, scott yelled. of course he was already drunk, about 4 shots deep approximately. stiles headed to the side of you, grabbing a red solo cup, then another. “hm – y/n, how many shot’s do you want?”

“3 or 4”, you question. he poured you about 2 shots of vodka, and him 3. god, you couldn’t handle the way he did everything more than you. the way he thought he could baby you. grabbing the bottle, you poured about another shot into your cup, and downed it with ease.

stiles eyes widened at this sudden burst of confidence, a slight spark filling his mind but he slowly smirked. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight”, he chuckled. already the alcohol hitting your system, you gave him a slight smile, and a thumbs up. sounds good sti.

without warning, you left stiles, and the rest of the pack to fend for themselves with the alcohol. heading into the living room, one of your favorite songs came on, especially to grind to. looking around, you were looking for someone to dance with. eyes hazy, landing on stiles from across the room, you slowly made your way over to him.

he was talking to a girl, specifically someone you’ve known had liked him for a while; per the gossip at beacon hills high. “sti — baby, come on let’s dance”, you whined. his eyes widened, and his pants tightened at these words. the girl scoffed, and walked away after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

“oh no! wait”, stiles plead to her, but she just ignored him before heading around a corner. stiles turned to face you with a harsh look on his face, contorted but almost with lust. his hands gripped your waist, slightly but still holding with a grip. leaning down to your ear he spoke, “what was that all about?” it wasn’t that he minded it, it was the fact that you waited till then to pursue the move.

your face showed all your emotions, lust, jealousy, and seduction. facing him, you went to spoke, but were stopped with your own thoughts. lord – he was hot. it was almost like, you couldn’t focus?

you felt his breath, harsh and hot on your neck as his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “it’s- just-”, you tried to speak before he pulled away to make eye contact with you.

was it the alcohol, or are you horny? no, no – you couldn’t think that. he’s just your best friend, nothing else. “hm.. are you going to argue or?”, he laughed. your eyes glistened with lust, looking up into his. he was concerned for a moment, hand on your waist until you went closer into him — slightly brushing up against his bulge.

a short gasp came from his mouth, and before you both knew it, his hands were on your ass and yours entangled in his hair while making out. his lips were colliding with yours in a vastly manner, sweet to the taste but rough to the touch. you felt eyes burning into your skull of the people surrounding you — but god that turned you on even more.

you moaned slightly as his tongue made its way into your mouth, almost intoxicating you. gripping onto his hair, stiles groaned into your mouth which figuratively made you melt.

the truth was there, you wanted to fuck stiles stilinski. and you wanted to do it tonight.

the alcohol was beating through your system, at an exceptionally fast pace as you were already heading up the stairs with stiles close behind you. you didn’t know who’s house it was, but did you care? not really.

stumbling up the steps, surprisingly you and stiles made your way to the guest room in one piece. the door slammed open, then shut when your two bodies were in there. lock clicking, you pulled your dress down your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties.

stiles practically stopped in his tracks, you could tell he wanted you badly. his eyes filled with some type of darkness, a type of harsh emotion even stronger than lust. his lips slightly agape, he walked up to you and brought his hand up to your chin.

making you look at him, your eye contact faltered from the floor to his brown orbs. his moles were ever so prominent all of a sudden, almost making you want to reach out and run your fingers along them in a gaze.

“take off your clothes”, you spoke in a hush. immediately, he obeyed, taking off his dark red flannel, and navy blue jeans from his toned body. left in nothing but his boxers, you two were faced bare, with nothing to say.

thoughts ran through both of your guys minds, the most prominent was if this was a good idea.

but fuck it.

fuck it, and fuck him. without saying anything, stiles walked closer to you, pushing you backward and towards the bed. with him hovering over you, and his hand gripping onto your back, your panties were a sopping mess.

“baby, you look so good, and all for me?”, he groaned. a sigh left your lips in retaliation as he traced kisses down your neck, and collarbone. stiles sucked, and bit lightly on the warm skin beneath him before pushing you completely onto the bed.

your body hit the soft, lonely mattress before stiles had crawled his way on top of you. a linger of him appearing through your dazed eyes as he slowly took away your panties from your aching core.

already, the brush of his fingers on the inner part of your thighs was enough to make your head get thrown back. “sti — please, just do something already”, you whimpered softly. you saw his cocky smirk already brewing, panties thrown to the side.

“beg for it”, he spoke. your breath quickly got caught in your throat at those three words. “beg for it?”, you questioned. “you heard me”.

him saying that practically made you cum on the spot. as soon as your legs clenched together, stiles, being the impatient person he is, forced them open and delved right him.

his tongue worked furiously upon your clit, sucking in sweet motions, and hitting just the right spot. your eyes were rolling, back arched, and you – being a slut only for stiles, were grinding upon his face.

“s- sti- oh my god”, you moaned out. that fueled something in him, something that made him go not just harder, but faster and more precise. you felt him chuckle into your heat, sending a wave of vibrations through your body.

he wouldn’t stop — he couldn’t stop until he made you finish. your hands made their way into his sweat-ridden hair, gripping so tightly that you could almost pull his head away.

as you let out shaky moans, stiles surprised you. he suddenly pushed two fingers inside of your core, nice and deep. you would’ve thought he would be softer, but no – the man was rough. the overstimulation was getting to be too much as his fingers curved and his tongue continued on it’s mindful pace.

“stiles, you’re making me feel so good”, you whimper out. getting to your breaking point, your thighs begin to wrap around his head. taking that as a sign, he released both his tongue, and his fingers from your body. “what the hell sti?”.

but before you could protest any further, he got up and removed his tight boxers. his long cock was just sitting in front of you – of course you felt tempted to put it in. “what?”, he questioned.

your mouth stayed agape as stiles hovered upon your body, cock sitting at your entrance. “well if you’re not going to say anything, then i guess my cock will just have to stay here”, he spoke while slowly rubbing the tip between your folds.

hurriedly, you kept trying to grind, trying to push the head into your heat — but no luck as stiles kept your hips pinned. “i told you earlier, you’re going to have to beg”, but how could you beg when his sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead, and he kept giving you those seductive eyes.

his lips were glossy, specifically from your juices before. stiles noticed you looking at his lips, so he licked them dry. before you could even look at his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking all the remaining juices from them. “mm — tastes so’fuckin good”.

with you distracted, he slowly made his way inside you, bucking his hips into yours. whimpers came out of your mouth as he surely filled you up.

focusing solely on him got you off, and he never looked better. his eyes rolled back every thrust he made inside of you, with each passing moment his breathing became harder. it was like he couldn’t make eye contact with you — or you would need a plan b

stiles began to rub your clit, no fusses came from your mouth from that action of his. “sti — sti, please you feel so good”, you moaned. in retaliation, you proceeded to pull him closer, forcing his body up to yours. that made your legs go up even higher, hitting a spot unimaginable to any person.

marks made down his back were shown as a force of passion, all scratch marks from you. it was almost like you two were so inaudible from the intense pleasure given to each-other. stiles forced himself to speak, “hm? am i making you feel good, am i hitting all the right spots?”.

that cause a reaction in you, a force of you to finish. you were a moaning mess in his arms, tears forming from stimulation and cries were muffled by the sound of the loud music. just by your sounds, a chain reaction appeared, stiles orgasm hitting him just as hard.

his load shot into you, so far and so deep. panting, and makeup stains were all over your face, along with stiles groaning as well. stiles slid out of you, and fell onto the bed.

“what the fuck just happened?”, you spoke in a whisper.

a silence echoed throughout the room, darkness became persistent, and both sets of eyes felt heavy.

“blame it on the alcohol?”

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