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#season 3A has such a back to school september vibe#here is scotty on his first day of school :')#MY BABY BOY#scott mccall#teen wolf#mine*#gifs*#getting this outta the drafts#teenwolfedit#twedit#teenwolfgif#tvedit#tvgif#cinemapix#smallscreensource#scottmccalledit#scottedit
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âAnd if my wishes came true
It would've been you
In my defense, I have none
For never leaving well enough alone
But it would've been fun
If you would've been the oneâ
#theo raeken#liam dunbar#theo x liam#teen wolf#theo raeken x liam dunbar#theo and liam#thiam is endgame#theo loves liam#cody christian#thiam#boys in love#theyâre soulmates your honor#theo and Liam are soulmates fr#my endgame#theo fell first and harder#taylor swift#these lyrics and them = đđ#my babies#taylor swift lyrics#the 1 taylor swift#my fav ship ever
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TEEN WILF?! I donât remember him at all
maybe these will jog your memory
#anon#ask#he was so baby and so evil in teen wolf#trust me i was obsessed with the show for years when i first watched it#my first show i bought merch for and became obsessed with a celebrity over#so i was shocked too
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really hate that the most pervasive fan-interpretation of isaac is (or at least used to be) "soft, sad, innocent puppy in love with scott". like in love with scott maybe sure. sad sure. but he's not SOFT or INNOCENT, he's a BITCH and he's MEAN and his automatic reaction to anyone he doesn't like is to try to fistfight and/or murder them. he has his soft moments but they are far overwhelmed by what a petty bitch he is. and to me thats like the peak of his character and why i love him as much as i do but so much of the fandom apparently saw him and threw all that out the window.
#like yall really just took all the flavor away from my boy#(this post isnt adressing anyone that follows me or even really anyone i've seen in the current teen wolf tumblr community)#(this is more about the subset of fans that i think are probably the same subset of fans that ship sterek and made all those edited#-screencaps whenever i look for teen wolf stuff on pinterest)#magpie thoughts#magpie's teen wolf experience#i now have a visceral reaction anytime i see isaac described as a puppy.#on top of everything else it also just feels kinda like infantilizing an abuse victim#like ''oh poor little pathetic baby never did a thing wrong in his life must protect from all harm''#like. NO#he did LOTS OF THINGS wrong. he was hungry for power and control after having basically none his whole life and it made him reckless and#-cruel (at least at first). he tried to kill people and relished in it. and even after he pledged eternal devotion to scott or whatever and#-switched sides he was still bitchy as all hell. and i LOVE HIM FOR IT#taking away all of that and reducing him to just some poor baby whose done no wrong and must be coddled feels like just. erasing his agency#idk man#magpie rants#i feel like i had a tag specifically for me being salty at some point but i dont rmr it
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I'm so behind on reading all your lovely fanfics. But I'm hoping to get some writing finished.
#the struggle is real#i just want to read about my babies#but i gotta write about them first#its like the reward for doing my chores#even though i love writing#teen wolf#fanfic
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Gonna watch more Teen Wolf with the bestie! I will get her just as obsessed as I am lol
#fuji rants#teen wolf#she has seen the first episode and i think a little bit of the second but we are starting episode 2 over again#i cant wait to see baby stiles
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just thought about liam being fifteen years old when heâs bitten and how his first response to being turned into something he didnât even have an explanation for involved just as much grief as it did fear at the thought of making the people he loves view him as even more of a monster than he sees himself as already.
#he was scared but most of it wasnt even for himself it was for the people he cared about#đ#ties in with how his first reaction to getting his ankle broken was to ask if his dad was mad at him#he was so quick to blame himself for that and then when it comes to being Turned. he blames himself for already being a monster#HE WAS JUST A KID THEY WERE ALL JUST KIDS BUT HE WAS JUST A BABY!!!!!#god. i need to hug him. and scott for that matter.#liam dunbar#teen wolf
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itâs so weird watching a show you loved as a kid again as an adult. because there is a character in the show and heâs so young and you look at him with your new adult brain and think âomg heâs just a baby.â but baby is older than me. baby was born 4 years before me.
#like wdym this character that was older than me when i first saw them on tv is no longer older than me#yes this is about dylan sprayberry#he was such a little baby in teen wolf season 5#and i thought he looked so grown when i was watching it as a kid
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Allison Argent, Talia Hale Additional Tags: First Words, Emotional, Peter is a Good Dad, Established Relationship, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Good Pack Alpha Talia Hale, Hale Pack, Babies, Autistic Derek Hale, Surprises, Idiots in Love, overwhelming, Sweet, Happy Series: Part 5 of Ranch Daddies Summary:
Allieâs first dada and mama words. Emotional Peter.
#petopher#petopher fanfiction#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#tw#autistic Derek Hale#baby Allison Argent#Chris Argent x Peter Hale#chris x peter#argent x hale#idiots in love#first times#sweet#no angst#happy#ao3#ranch daddies#fanfiction#writer
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He was the first openly gay child of a president. You will NEVER know the vitriol, the evil he suffered when he came out, against his will, as a boy in the White House.
carrd. đĽ blog.
tjhmnd: tj hammond of political animals. please do not follow if you are triggered by sex as a coping mechanism or drug abuse. 21+ muns only please.
#supernatural rp#teen wolf rp#indie rp#( sp. )#i really dont know what to tag with tj xD#i just felt like i wanted a different promo and i was like...what about a tmz article#anyway he is my baby thank u#ive used the elaine âhe was the first openly gay childâ quote before but#it hits different when its in the images#anyway!!!
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I love that Teen Wolf is like âwe need to save the world from this demon thing thatâs killing peopleâ but then 2 seconds later itâs also like âI might get kicked off the lacrosse teamâ đ¤Ł
#so much love for this garbage show#teen wolf#teddy rewatches teen wolf again#update Derek was such a baby in the first season!!#they all were lol but damn he aged different
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Stupid For You
Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
Hey - tell me what you want me to say. You know Iâm Stupid For You.
Iâll take what I can get.
The best is hard to grip when everybody wants you, and everybody wants you.
Summary:
Stiles tried to return your panties - he really did.
But he still has the contraband in his possession, and he accidentally drops the underwear in the locker room in front of the entire lacrosse team. To cover up the fact that he stole them, he lies and says that he got them from you after a hook-up. And surprisingly - you back up his story?
Only with the promise that he helps you turn his lie into the truth.
Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Best Friend!Fem!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP.
Word Count: 11,900
Teen Wolf Masterlist | AO3 Link
Before you read this fic, be sure to read BRAINWASHED. This fic can be read as a standalone, but you get more Stiles goodness by reading both, and the context of this one will make more sense if you read the other fic first.
Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this fic DOES use Y/N; as with the previous fic - the reader is implied to be fat/plus-sized; also again - for argument's sake, even though the character's in this fic are in high school, everyone is at least 18 (and the fic was inspired by a 20 something actor, so imagine the characters to be whatever age you want); mentions of panty stealing (carried over from the previous fic - Stiles stole a pair of the reader's panties in that fic and still has them in his possession); mentions of Stiles masturbating, but not described in detail like last time; mentions of Stiles having sexual fantasies about the reader; the rest of the lacrosse team finds Stiles with the panties and mocks him for it - they mock him for potentially having the panties to wear them and call him a 'cross-dresser', so I guess the warning here is transphobia and transphobic ideas (which would be very typical of high school boys, especially around the time this show was made in 2011); mentions of other members of the lacrosse team finding the reader sexually attractive (it is implied that the reader is generally known as a hot, attractive girl); mention of the reader wearing a 'slutty' Halloween costume to a party (Stiles has a picture of it that he 'loves'); for the actual smut section - the reader is dominant and Stiles is submissive; size kink - Stiles likes being manhandled by the reader because he is thin and skinny; the reader imposes rules on Stiles as a dom and he follows them, but there is no safeword implemented or needed (as the writer, I say they don't need one because they will never be put in danger of using one) (because they are fictional characters and their hard 'nos' will never come into play and only things they want will happen); orgasm restriction - Stiles has to ask the reader in order for permission before cumming; bondage - the reader uses a scarf to tie Stiles's wrists to the bed; the reader gives Stiles a handjob; lots of dirty talk; orgasm denial/edging (towards Stiles); the reader calls Stiles: needy boy, good boy, babe, baby, sweetheart; undertones of humiliation kink; undertones of pain kink (nothing severe, but Stiles does like a bit of pain); begging (from Stiles, a lot); protected penis in vagina sex (they DO use a condom this time) (different, I know); Stiles sucks on the reader's tits; Stiles eats the reader's pussy; thigh riding - Stiles grinds against the reader's thigh to cum; praise kink - towards Stiles; the reader calls Stiles 'pretty'; undertones of dumbification kink; I believe that is finally it. I hope you all enjoy!!
A/N: So, I have some mixed feelings about releasing this fic. Currently, I am only rushing to edit and release it in order to get it off my plate, and I want to do so before the end of the year. I wrote this during the hiatus, when I was writing fics without editing them and I really enjoyed getting to write a fic and go onto the sequel without having to stop and think too much about it. But to me, the first fic feels naturally complete. And so I didn't really like people nagging and continually asking for a sequel to the other fic as if it's not a complete fic on its own. It's only recently that I found a way to put it into words. Whenever I release a fic and people only care about seeing a sequel or a second part (especially if it's a oneshot with an intentional ending and people ask for a sequel like it's something so urgent), it makes me feel like that fic is not good enough because people view that fic as incomplete on its own. I know people think it's a compliment or flattering to ask for a sequel, but to me, if you like my writing, ask for me to write more for those same characters or in that same fandom - but if you are constantly asking for a sequel to a specific fic, it makes me think that you think that fic is not good and it needs to be completed in some way. But anyway - I tried to remember why I had fun writing this fic in the first place, and if anybody starts asking for a 'part three', I will start swinging. (THERE WILL NOT BE A PART THREE.) Also, when I originally wrote this, I was watching Season 1 and I had not met Isaac yet, so for my own fun, as my own special treat, I added Isaac to the locker room scene. Because he is my baby. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic!
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A week later, Stiles still had not returned the stolen panties to you.Â
It was something that he kept meaning to do. Honestly, he really did.Â
But he just never got the chance to.Â
Somehow, in that entire week, he had never been left alone in your room. Not for long enough to actually figure out what to do with the stolen goods. Should he leave them in your hamper and let you find them in the laundry? Should he slip them back into your drawer like nothing had happened since, technically, they were clean? He always ended up panicking and shoving them back into his bag whenever he heard you coming back down the hall.Â
On other nights when the two of you had been studying together, it had been at his place instead of yours. And any time he had gone over to your house, you had been with him pretty much the whole time.Â
And okay - maybe that wasnât entirely true. Maybe you had taken bathroom breaks or left the room for a while because your mom wanted to talk to you. Or you ran downstairs to grab a pizza that you had ordered to share with him - but every time he opened his backpack to grab the panties in order to put them back, he felt some insane thing inside his head telling him that he just couldnât do it. Part of him thought that it was fear over getting caught - the idea that you would walk back into the room just in time to see him with the evidence in hand.Â
But deep down, he knew it was a possessiveness. The idea that these panties were now his. They belonged to him now and he didnât want to put them back. Those panties were his prize - his special, secret little part of you. And he couldnât give that up. Not yet.Â
He hadnât jacked off with them since that first time. Well, he hadnât specifically put them around his cock and made a mess of them in the same way. But he held them in a clean hand and enjoyed the texture of the lace, enjoyed the thought of you wearing them - while he used his other lubed hand to make himself cum. And he had done that every single night, sometimes twice, since he had taken them. It was becoming a bit of a worrying habit.Â
He was wondering if you had noticed them gone yet.Â
Maybe, when he finally did get rid of them, he wouldnât return them back to you - he would have to burn them or something, just to get rid of the evidence. And then he would have to go on believing that you either hadnât noticed the specific pair gone or you went on thinking that you had simply just lost them.Â
But he couldnât dwell on that for too long - because he did actually have other things to do besides viciously jerking off to thoughts about you. Even though that activity alone took up way too much of his time these days. Surprisingly, he was doing a lot better in his classes thanks to studying with you (he actually managed to retain a lot more of the material when you explained it to him), and he had just made First Line of the lacrosse team due to a horrible outbreak of pink eye. So things in his life were really looking up.Â
The team funneled into the locker room, sweaty and tired after their practice, but personally - Stiles was glowing.Â
He felt like he had done particularly well that day, and you had shown up to watch his practice. Even if Coach kept getting his name wrong and you had almost stormed into the middle of the field to scream at him about it. Overall, it was a good day. And he had a study date with you planned after this, so he had nothing but excitement brewing in his stomach at the idea of getting to spend more time with you.Â
But then - it happened.Â
He had almost completely forgotten that the contraband stolen panties were even in his bag. The item had become such a normal part of his life now that he hadnât even considered what might happen if someone else found them on his person. So he thought nothing of putting his bag on the bench in the middle of the room and rooting through it, wide open, looking for the fresh clothes he had brought with him. (Of course, the only reason he had even brought fresh clothes was because he knew he would be hanging out with you later, and he wanted to avoid another Mustard Stain Incident.)Â
When he took out these fresh clothes and began dressing (fresh out of the showers, of course) - it was just a tiny blur in the corner of his eye. Just a little streak of purple falling to the floor. As he put his second foot into his jeans, he spotted them, right there, sitting in the middle of the locker room floor - and his heart stopped.Â
Naturally - someone else spotted them too.Â
And just as Stiles raced to pick them up, another hand snatched them out from under him.Â
âWoah, Stiles.â Dannyâs voice chuckled, rising back to his full height. âAre these yours?âÂ
Mockery was dripping in every inch of his words, and Stilesâs heart raced. He rushed to pull his pants up, not yet fastening his zipper, and he glared at Danny, entirely lost for words. He moved to snatch the purple lace panties where Danny was dangling them off one finger, partly disgusted, partly amused.Â
Naturally, Danny dodged the move, still looking at Stiles with mockery written all over his face.Â
âYa know, this really isnât your color - red would look much better on you.â Danny smirked.Â
Wait - he thought that Stiles had them because he had been wearing them?Â
This comment easily caught Jacksonâs attention, who slammed his locker door shut and moved to see what his friend was talking about.Â
âOh my god,â He chuckled, looking at the item in Dannyâs hand and then back to Stiles, amusement spreading into a horrible grin across his face. âYouâre a cross-dresser! This is too good. I always knew you were a freak, but this just brings it to a whole new level.âÂ
Jacksonâs loud voice caught the attention of the entire team, who all craned their necks to see what he spoke of - including Scott, who practically ran around the corner with his hair still soaking wet and some suds dripping off him, a towel hastily wrapped around his waist as he raced to see what Jackson meant.Â
âWhat?â Scott balked, looking at Stiles entirely confused.Â
âLook, theyâre not mine!âÂ
Stiles barked, panic setting in as he realized how fast the rumor would spread. It would be incredibly juicy gossip, if it were true (and most people didnât care if gossip was true or not, which would make it spread even faster) - so he rushed to stamp it out before that could happen.Â
âThey belong to Y/N!âÂ
With this harsh declaration, he reached out and snatched them back, and Danny was too shocked by these words to move away this time.Â
The room fell deadly silent, save for the distant hum of the shower that Scott had left running in his haste to watch the confrontation unfold. Everyone was staring at Stiles unabashedly now, very clearly shocked by his words.Â
Fuck.Â
Stilesâs heartbeat ramped up again. He had been so quick to try and exonerate himself that he had walked into a whole new problem:Â
Now everyone on the team would find out that he was a panty-stealing pervert. And he wasnât sure which reputation was worse: that, or being assumed to be a secret cross-dresser.Â
âSeriously?â Isaac asked, being the first one to speak up and break the silence. âBecause if you of all people managed to hit that,â He let out a low whistle, let a train blowing out a hoot of steam. âI admire you. She is so fucking hot. Normally she doesnât give guys at this school the time of day. How did you-?âÂ
âNo, no fucking way, theyâre not hers.â Jackson scoffed, cutting off Isaacâs congratulatory words, immediately in disbelief. His natural instinct was to think that Stiles would never be able to get with someone as hot as you. âSheâs a ten and youâre a solid three. Maybe. In the dark. With a bag on your head. That so did not happen.âÂ
Stiles frowned at the insult, but he was relieved that nobody suspected that he had stolen the underwear. Nobody had seen through him to the much more likely truth.Â
âCome on, heâs like a four.â Danny added on. âHe could easily be a seven if he changed his hair.âÂ
Feeling suddenly self conscious, Stiles put a hand up to his head - and felt entirely confused about where this conversation was going.Â
âYouâre getting off topic,â Scott piped up, looking between Danny and Stiles, his face nothing but pure confusion. âYouâre telling us that you finally, actually went for it?âÂ
He was shocked that you and Stiles had gotten together without him knowing it. And he was slightly disappointed that his best friend had gotten some action with his long-time crush without telling him about it.Â
âYeah, come on - give us some details.â Isaac added on with a grin.
âYes, yes I did! I finally went for it.â Stiles replied, mocking confidence, puffing out his chest. âY/N and I hooked up in my Jeep last week. And these are hers,â He added on, proudly holding up the underwear as his prize.Â
If he was going to screw himself with a lie, he might as well make it a big one.Â
âReally?â Jackson posed, clearly still not believing him. âSo - how did it go down? Did you get to second base? Third?âÂ
âUh⌠remind me of the bases again?â Stiles muttered.Â
Isaac rolled his eyes, and Scott looked as though he was making calculations in his head.Â
âWhat was it - handjob? Blowie? Did you finger her? When did you get those?â Jackson persisted. âIs she a screamer?âÂ
Stilesâs gut twisted. So he was going to need details for his fake story.Â
âYou are so utterly barbaric.â Danny muttered, turning back to his locker, clearly tuning out of the conversation now that it had gotten too âstraightâ for him.Â
âGross!â Scott disrupted Stilesâs internal panic with a face of twisted disgust. âCan we not talk about one of my best friends like this? Please?âÂ
âJesus, Scott, donât ruin this for me,â Isaac whined, rolling his eyes.Â
âYeah, McCall, shut it.â Jackson grunted, dismissing him. âI just wanna know if Stiles here is lying.âÂ
Scott simply rolled his eyes and retreated back to the shower. He was someone who truly believed Stiles at his word. Even if he had never smelled the pheromones of sex on him, he guessed that âhooked upâ meant something else to Stiles.Â
Stiles hated that this left him alone with several pairs of eyes dissecting him - the guys on the team who were perverted and gossipy enough to want to know the details of his hook-up with you.Â
âWell - Iâm not lying.â Stiles hissed through his teeth. âShe - we. Well - we made-out in the backseat. And then - she - she rode my dick. Hard.â He said, knowing that his tone didnât sound the most confident. But he supposedly had proof right there in the form of your underwear.Â
âHmm, really?â Jackson replied, still not convinced. âYou know what? Why donât we just go and ask Y/N about this whole thing? She and Lydia are waiting outside, arenât they?âÂ
Oh fuck.Â
Stiles was screwed. So, so screwed.Â
His stomach rose up into his throat and he couldnât get words out, couldnât scream out ânoâ, couldnât do anything to stop Jackson (who was fully dressed and ready) as he snatched the underwear out of Stilesâs hand and marched out into the hallway. All Stiles could do was rush out into the hallway in pursuit, following Jackson and the group of gawking looky-loos that had followed who now seemed very interested in this piece of drama.Â
Stiles didnât even have time to pay attention to the fact that he wasnât yet dressed himself - he didnât have a shirt or shoes on and his pants werenât even fastened. He couldnât bring himself to mind because he was about to be outed as a thief and a pervert, and likely about to be violently jumped by the entire team for it.Â
He wished that he still had his lacrosse pads on.Â
You and Lydia were standing against a couple of random lockers, chatting idly, and you both looked utterly confused by the mob approaching. Lydia looked even more confused (with a hint of disgust) when she saw that Stiles was still half naked, and if Stiles wasnât flooded with panic, he might have noticed you raking your eyes over his torso with a certain hunger and then licking your lips.Â
âHey, Y/N,â Jackson smiled at you trying to be charming. âThese fell out of-â He held up the underwear to show you, and you immediately frowned.Â
âEw! Why do you have them?â You cut him off, snatching them back before he could finish his sentence.Â
âAre those your underwear?â Lydia asked, looking between you and Jackson with anger brewing. âJackson, why do you have another girlâs underwear?â She ground out sharply.Â
âWell, as I was saying,â He said, clearly annoyed. âThose fell out of Stilesâs backpack. And he claims that he only has them because he hooked up with you, Y/N,âÂ
You and Lydia both looked at Stiles - you, with a certain content glow in your eyes, and Lydia, glaring at him while her lips curled in unhidden disgust. Jackson stood there with a smirk, as though waiting to be right, and there was a moment where nobody spoke that Stiles swore his heart swelled up and climbed out of his throat.Â
Then, you let out a soft laugh and said:Â
âYeah. We did. Why is this such big news?âÂ
Jackson glared at you and Lydiaâs expression of disgust became even more prominent. Stiles became dizzy with shock and he hoped that nobody noticed the way his chest flexed as he let out a breath of relief.Â
Thank God - you were covering for him.Â
Wait. Why were you covering for him?Â
âHe and I have been hooking up for months now. We didnât want to parade it around the school as gossip and I made him promise that I wouldnât become locker room talk,â You stressed these words, giving him a small glare.Â
Behind Jackson, Isaacâs face became painted with guilt.Â
âBut itâs true.â You said, giving Stiles an oddly sultry look. He knew he was standing there with his mouth stupidly agape, but he just couldnât find it in him to close his mouth. âThe last time we hooked up, I gave him these panties in case he got lonely on nights I canât visit.âÂ
You reached out, running a single finger along his bare torso from sternum right to the waistband of his underwear where they were sticking out of his jeans - and yup, his dick was definitely ballooning to life now.Â
âI didnât intend for everybody on the lacrosse team to put their grubby hands all over them.â You said this sharply, glaring at Jackson now.Â
He simply rolled his eyes in reply. Clearly, he hated the idea that he had been wrong, and he was pouting in silence now.Â
âOkay, this has been sufficiently gross.â Lydia announced, effectively ending the conversation. âJackson, can you go get your stuff so we can leave? We have dinner with my mom at five, and-âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes again.Â
âStiles, you better hurry up too.â You told him. âI need to get that bra I left in the back of your Jeep.âÂ
And then - much to his shock, you leaned in and laid a kiss right on his lips. Firm, but fast. Laying a claim on him right in front of everyone. Owning up to the story materially as much as you had with your words.Â
If it hadnât been for Jackson slapping him on the shoulder, Stiles would have been frozen with shock long after you pulled away. But then, he was on autopilot, walking back to the locker room with Jackson and the other onlookers who were whispering in hushed tones about him âbanging such a hot girlâ.Â
âI gotta tell you, Stilinski, I did not think that you had it in you.â Jackson told him, this being a compliment coming from him. âBut I guess somehow, you ended up with a ten.âÂ
âI definitely want more details later.â Isaac told him in a low whisper before he returned back to his own locker.Â
Somehow - Stiles had come out on top in this situation.Â
In the hallway behind them, Lydia sighed and locked you in a judgemental gaze.Â
âReally? Stiles?â She asked, harshness seeping through her voice.Â
âWhat?â You shrugged. âHeâs cute.âÂ
Lydia waited for further explanation, and you folded.Â
â...And heâs easy to boss around. I like it when he gets flustered from simple instructions, but then does it anyway.âÂ
âOh.â Lydia nodded. âSo itâs a kink thing.âÂ
You laughed, shaking your head. You couldnât entirely disagree with her.Â
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It wasnât until Stiles was nearly finished dressing, sitting on the bench tying his shoes that it truly hit him:Â
He was still utterly screwed.Â
Even if the guys on the team thought he was some high school hero for somehow managing to get into your pants (some of them high-fiving him and patting him on the shoulder in congratulations before they left the locker room). And even if, for some bizarre reason, you had chosen to cover for him in front of everyone (he put that on you being a loyal best friend and quite literally not wanting to air your dirty laundry in front of everyone) - you still knew the truth. You and Stiles might be the only people who knew, but both of you still knew the truth.Â
For a minute there, he had been deluded enough to start believing his own bullshit story. But it was still complete bullshit.Â
There hadnât been some heat of the moment romp in the back of his Jeep that resulted in you naked for him, losing your underwear or giving them to him as a reward. He was still a pathetic virgin who had stolen them and had no right to have them in the first place. He still had to face you, likely knowing that this was the end of your friendship, because you were the only person who knew about the horrible thing that he had done.Â
Stiles dreaded facing you, but he knew that he couldnât hide out in the locker room forever. So he grabbed his gear and he braved his way into the parking lot, where you were now waiting by the Jeep since Lydia had left with Jackson. You were distracted, looking at something on your phone, and Stiles savored the few moments he had left to admire your beauty before you would declare that you hated him forever and never speak to him again.Â
In all honesty, Stiles expected you to slap him, yell at him, and then leave. He expected you to, at the very least, tell him that the friendship was over and that he should never talk to you again.Â
He was entirely surprised when he approached you and nothing of that nature happened.Â
Instead, you gave him a cold, uninterested look before you said:Â
âDoor.âÂ
In the most deadpan voice ever, while motioning to the passengerâs side door - oh, of course. Obviously meaning for him to open the door for you.Â
It was something he usually did upon instinct anyway (always bending over backwards to impress you) but today, the intense dread hanging over his head had caused him to forget.Â
He rushed to get the door for you and you climbed into the passengerâs seat as you usually did, still not yet speaking to him. So then he busied himself with putting his gear in the back, still feeling anxiety curl in his gut at the conversation that would inevitably take place during the ride home. At least you still felt okay with riding with him. Perhaps the friendship wasnât entirely ruined after all.Â
He climbed into the driverâs seat and began fumbling with his keys in nervous, shaky hands, not yet ready to look you in the eye. You were staring at yourself in the flip-down mirror, fixing your hair, wiping off some lip gloss that had smeared. Usually this would be a moment he would absolutely drink in, loving to stare at you while you did such menial tasks. But today, after being caught doing such a horrible thing, he was absolutely drenched in guilt and he just couldnât bring himself to face you.Â
The two of you simmered in the silence for a few moments. He was waiting for you to bring it up - for you to scream, yell, hit him, do something.Â
He was surprised by what came next.Â
âYou said your dad isnât gonna be home tonight, right?â You posed, still looking in the mirror rather than at him.Â
It was what he had told you at lunch, inviting you over to watch some horror movies that you had been bugging him to see.Â
He had guessed those plans would be canceled, hinging on what had just happened.Â
âUh, yeah.â He said, confirming it once again. âHeâs working the night shift.âÂ
âGood. Weâll go to your place then.âÂ
You thought he would start to drive at this confirmation, but he was still unsettled by anxiety. He was still waiting for you to acknowledge it, at least.Â
âUgh, okay⌠are you gonna yell at me?â He burst out, knowing that it was incredibly stupid, asking to be yelled at, but he truly didnât know what else to do at this point. You gave him a strange look, almost confused, and ran his hands over his face in frustration. âCome on! We both know what happened!âÂ
âStiles, my, my⌠what are you talking about?âÂ
Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and your eyes were filled with determined mischief, and he knew then and there - you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to blatantly confirm in his own words what he had done.Â
Stiles let out a harsh sigh, leaning his head down and accidentally bumping his forehead against the steering wheel in a way that made the horn dully beep, the knot growing larger and tighter in his gut.Â
âCome on, you knowâŚâÂ
He trailed off, hoping that you wouldnât actually force him to say it. He sat upright again, and you continued to look at him expectantly, patiently, and he swallowed around the terrible dryness in his throat before he forced himself to say it.Â
âI - I stole your underwear and kept them in my bag.âÂ
You both knew that he was leaving out the part where he had masturbated with them. Even if you had no proof of that, it was starkly obvious to you.Â
But you decided not to push him about that detail. (For now.)Â
âOh. That.â You said, continuing to sound utterly sarcastic in your cluelessness.Â
Then your tone switched to something oddly genuine as you said something he never would have expected.Â
âIâve been waiting for like a week to see if you even had them. I kind of thought I was going crazy. I thought maybe my cat stole them because you werenât fessing up and you didnât try to bring them back,â You sighed. âI was worried my whole plan failed.âÂ
Something inside of Stiles snapped, and he thought it was the last branch on his tree of his sanity. He chose not to worry about it for now.Â
âY - your plan?â He stuttered out, barely grasping at the reality of what you had meant.Â
You had wanted him to find your underwear? You wanted him to take them? You wanted him to-?Â
You let out a bright, amused laugh.Â
âYes, dummy!â You said, reaching up and poking the side of his head while he stared at you in utter shock. âI left the panties there for you to take. Youâre cute, but god - youâre really dense sometimes.â You let out a sigh. âNow drive, please. As long as the blood currently trapped in your dick isnât gonna distract you too much.âÂ
He hated that he got a sick thrill from you mocking him and calling him âcute, but denseâ. But he was glad that he was used to driving with boners that you had given him, because it didnât distract him too horribly. Thoughts of what would happen when the two of you got there had him running a few stops signs, though.Â
âŚ
Stiles still wasnât entirely sure how the heinous crime of stealing your panties had gotten him into this glorious position, but with the way things were going, he no longer cared to question it.Â
The minute that the two of you got through his bedroom door, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss. He struggled to keep up, clumsy but entirely excited against the movement of your mouth, wondering if he had somehow gotten sucked into another heated daydream.Â
But no, that couldnât be true - because this was so much fucking better.Â
The smell of your perfume in his nose, the little puffing breaths you let out against his cheek, the little moans that emanated from your throat. And holy hell, the feeling of your tongue shoving past his lips that caused him to let out a pathetic moan of his own as you seemed determined to filthily fuck his mouth with it.Â
You were a lot more aggressive in real life than you were in his dreams.Â
But he fucking loved it. He loved it so much.Â
His cock was already throbbing in his pants, likely staining his boxers with copious amounts of precum as you walked him back toward the bed. You then used the hand you had in the middle of his chest to shove him roughly back onto it.Â
âOh my god.âÂ
He squeaked out the words at the feeling of being manhandled by you - given, he knew he didnât weigh that much and he had made no effort to put up a fight, but it was still hot to know that you could shove him around so easily. Which was something he would have to mentally unpack with himself later. But for now, he would simply just enjoy it.Â
While his dick continued to ache harder, he looked up at you in awe. You were standing at the foot of the bed with your lip gloss smeared, your chest heaving slightly with a wicked grin on your face. Stiles had never seen a more beautiful predator in all his life. The look in your eyes told him that he was about to be absolutely devoured by you - and he couldnât fucking wait.Â
âY/N, please-â He was about to begin begging, but you cut him off sharply.Â
âShut up.â You barked, and he felt a beautiful wave of hormones crash over his body at this. You were much more aggressive than in his dreams. It was so perfect. âNo more talking now.âÂ
You put a knee on the bed between where his thighs had naturally draped open and you leaned over his body, crowding tightly into his personal space. He hoped that the needy whine he couldnât contain as you raked your nails across his scalp wouldnât count as âtalkingâ. He was desperate to follow your rules - so desperate to be a good boy for you.Â
âYou will do everything I tell you to.â You whispered against his lips, and he nearly began shaking as he resisted the urge to close the gap and kiss you again. âUnless you want me to tell all the boys on the team that youâre actually a filthy perv who stole my panties?âÂ
âY-â He nearly gave a verbal confirmation of this, but then he remembered what you had said.Â
No more talking.Â
Instead, quickly picking up on following the rules, Stiles nodded his head aggressively.Â
âFrom now on, you do not look at any other girl, you do not touch any other girl, you belong to me - do you understand?âÂ
He had no clue what âother girlsâ you thought he might possibly be touching, or even talking to in a non-platonic way, but he got another tight thrill at being claimed as yours. He wanted so badly to be yours - to be your good boy.Â
He nodded aggressively again - his tongue lolling out of his mouth, slick with want, practically drooling down his chin like a dog at this point, his eyes staring at you with a hypnotized kind of need.Â
âWhen we are having sex, you do not speak unless prompted, you do not cum unless I give you permission, and from now on - you do not touch yourself unless I tell you to.âÂ
His cock throbbed weakly in protest at this. He swallowed thickly, his throat straining with complaints about your words. He knew it would be difficult to go from jerking off every morning and every night to likely not at all, but fuck - you, on top of him, you wanting to have sex with him - it was more than a fair price to pay.Â
If someone had told him a week ago that he would be in this position, he would have given up anything for it.Â
So naturally, he nodded again.Â
âDo you understand?âÂ
He stayed silent, believing that he was following your rules.Â
âTell me that you understand.âÂ
âI understand.â Stiles breathed out in a rush, nodding again.Â
âGood. Now take off your clothes.âÂ
You got off the bed again and he was momentarily distracted by watching you shuffle through your bag for something, but then he remembered the instruction. You wanted him to take off his clothes. You actually wanted to touch him.Â
Stiles rushed to strip and he didnât have time to be self conscious before you were kissing him again, drowning him in hot, open-mouthed kisses as he stepped out of his underwear and jeans where they were pooled around his ankles. You pushed him onto the bed again and this time followed him, straddling his waist while still fully clothed yourself. Wearing the shirt, skirt, and tights you had worn to school that day, making for an odd sensation as the fabric covering your hot cunt rubbed against his now bare, very hard dick.Â
He didnât think anything of it when you grabbed his hands and brought them above his head - but then there was fabric encircling his wrists, and he pulled himself away from your mouth to blink up dumbly, wondering what you were doing.Â
You had gotten a scarf out of your bag, and you were tying him to the bedpost.Â
âRemember what I said?â You grinned at him, tying a knot that was surprisingly secure. âGood boys get rewards, and bad boys get spanked.âÂ
He tugged experimentally on the hold, and it was pretty firm. Not tight enough to cut off his circulation - but he definitely didnât see himself getting out of it without help.Â
His stomach jumped as he wondered which you had deemed him as - good or bad. Especially because he was now tied up, completely at your mercy. He was splayed out on his back, so this wouldnât be an optimal position to spank him in. But theoretically, you would do whatever else you wanted to him. And that thought sent an odd tingle through his body, causing a wonderful jolt through his cock. Â
âIâm gonna give you a chance to earn a reward, Stiles.â You told him, delivering another messy kiss. âYou gonna be a good boy for me?âÂ
âYes.â He answered eagerly. âFuck, yes - I wanna be good for you.âÂ
You grinned at this.Â
He was more than eager to see what you were gonna do next.Â
A sharp jolt of anxiety hit him when you sat up (leaning more of your weight on his cock, causing him to let out a pathetic moan) - he hated being separated from you already. He churned in anticipation as you took a moment to sit there and just admire him.Â
Stiles was so pretty, tied up for you, ready to be devoured - his honey eyes glossed over with need and anticipation, his lips bitten pink and slightly swollen, parted in that beautifully dumb way as he heaved out shallow, desperate breaths. Yes, he was skinny - even playing lacrosse hadnât managed to put much muscle tone on his body, but you did find a certain appeal in his lithe, thin form. You gained a certain thrill from knowing that you could so easily man-handle him, toss him down, and he really wasnât strong enough to put up much of a fight in return.Â
His cock, leaking frantically between your legs - was beautiful in its own way. A healthy six inches and nicely thick, his pubes dark, thick and untrimmed. Unkept because he definitely hadnât been expecting anyone to see him without clothes anytime soon. Charming, in a sense.Â
Just as Stiles was feeling smothered by the anticipation, by the heated gaze of your eyes running up and down his body, you then leaned to look in his bedside drawer. He wanted to scream for you not to do it, but he had a feeling that it would be breaking your rules; that it would be a âbad boyâ thing to do. And that would run the risk of you not touching him at all.Â
You let out a laugh when you saw what was in the drawer.Â
âYou know, somehow Iâm not surprised that this is almost empty.â You told him, bringing out the dwindling bottle of lube and placing it beside him. âYou must like it really wet, huh?âÂ
The words were absolutely filthy coming off your lips, intentionally so on your part, but it sounded like a rhetorical question. He swallowed a whimper, but said nothing.Â
âAnd this,â You picked up one of the many pictures he had of you in the drawer - one of you in your Halloween costume from last year. Lydia had dared you to wear something âsluttyâ, and you had shown up to her Halloween party in a black leather bra, a leather mini skirt, leather boots, and a pair of cat ears. Stiles had spent most of that night in the bathroom. âI have to say, Iâm flattered.âÂ
You have another bright giggle before you put the picture back and then closed the drawer.Â
âSo - you think about me a lot, do you, Stiles?â You asked, scooting back on his thighs until you were sitting on his knees.Â
Not a rhetorical question.Â
He swallowed thickly, gathering himself to answer.Â
âYes.â He answered, his voice far too weak for his liking. âAll the time.âÂ
You hummed thoughtfully at this.Â
You reached to your waist, untucking your shirt from your skirt before you lifted it off completely over your head, revealing your blue lace bra to him. Dear god, you were so perfect. As you tossed your shirt off to the side, the bra strap slumped down your shoulder and he mourned over not having his hands free, wanting to gently lift it back up, or rip the whole thing off you, wanting to kiss along your shoulder-
âHow often do you think about me?â You asked, reaching for the bottle of lube.Â
Stiles felt a wave of shyness splash up inside of his gut. But he knew that it was useless to deny the truth now. He had already been caught, over and over again. You wouldnât mock him now if he just admitted it.Â
You cracked the top on the bottle, and the sound shook his insides - his dog-like mind so well trained to associate the sound with having his dick touched. He licked his lips, viciously trying to get his mouth to work in tandem with his brain. You had asked him to speak. He needed to speak. But that was growing more and more difficult while he stared down the ample cleavage coming out of your bra and shook with the anticipation of you about to touch his cock.Â
âEvery day.â He whimpered out. âAll the time, I-âÂ
He let off a choked sound when you poured some lube into your hand and then finally, after years of him dreaming about it, you wrapped a loose, cool, wet grip around the base of his hard, leaking cock. His hips jumped up into your touch and he let out a choked sound from the back of his throat while you continued to look at him with an absolutely wicked grin.Â
âStiles,â You said his name in a firm tone, reminding him that he was supposed to be giving you an answer.Â
âI canât stop thinking about you!â He shouted, much louder than he had intended to. âAll the time, I - I feel like Iâm going insane. Youâre too perfect, youâre too hot, I-I-I-â
âHey, shh, baby.â You told him, running the other hand up his thigh in a way that made him gasp.Â
You used that loose grip on his dick and began jerking him off, spreading the lube across him in the most leisurely way possible. It was a dull pleasure, but one so perfect because it was delivered by you.Â
He had no clue how absolutely deliberate it was. But of course - everything you did with him was so deliberate, so well planned out to drive him entirely insane.Â
âHow often do you jerk off?âÂ
You asked, curiosity ripe within you as you imagined it: Stiles splayed out on this exact bed, pants around his ankles, his hand wet with lube and creating a sloppy blur on his cock as he jerked off as fast as possible, absolutely desperate to cum - his face twisted with pleasure, his thighs tensing, your name hot on his lips.Â
You really wanted to know the kind of things he imagined, what made his kinky little mind tick. You wanted to know just how desperate he was to steal your panties in the first place. Did he think that he could get away without you noticing them gone or was he just too horny to care?Â
You tightened your grip slightly, continuing to drag your hand up and down his dick in long, slow, deliberate strokes. You wanted him hard, throbbing, and desperate - even more so than he already was. You wanted him blinded with pleasure and begging.Â
âA lot.â He breathed back, bucking his hips up to meet your touch, clearly already needy for more.Â
You put a firm hand on his hip, pinning him to the bed. You tutted your tongue, scolding him.Â
âCome on, Stiles.â You said, your tone somewhere between mocking and scolding. âYou can be more specific than that.âÂ
You tightened your grip again, your hand now acting like a firm vice around his cock - something that made him moan deeply and close his eyes. You let him enjoy it for a few moments as you stroked him deeply, slowly - spreading the wetness over his cock in deep, pleasurably strokes. For the first time ever, delivering the pleasure of having a hand on his cock that wasnât his own.Â
Already, intense pleasure was knotting up in his stomach. Already - he was getting close to cumming.Â
You could tell that from the way his breathing shallowed out, the way his stomach tensed.Â
You pulled your hand back completely, leaving him to let out a confused sound and pop his eyes open at top speed, craning his neck up to look at you with utter disappointment while you continued to grin at him.Â
âTell me.â You instructed firmly. âHow many times a week do you make yourself cum?â You continued your interrogation. When his face flashed with a streak of guilt, you changed the question. âHow many times a day?âÂ
Stiles took a sharp breath.Â
Again, he felt caught.Â
âTwice.â He said it quietly, before gathering his courage. âTwice - twice a day. Usually⌠once in the morning and once at night.âÂ
You giggled. âNeedy boy.âÂ
He was rewarded with your touch back on his cock. He let out a deep, satisfied moan as you started jerking him off again, wet and smooth, a bit faster this time. It created a lovely wet noise and he let out another moan when he heard it.Â
âWhat do you think about when you touch yourself, Stiles?â You asked, your voice low and sultry - warm, inviting him to the possibilities.Â
Perhaps, if he told you about the things he thought about, his most private and guarded thoughts, then you might make them come true.Â
âYou.â He moaned back almost instantly - trying to buck up into your touch again but being held down by you again. âI - I only think about you. I swear.âÂ
You licked your lips.Â
It was something you loved to hear. But you yearned for more details.Â
âCute.â You sighed. âAs flattering as that is, babe, I want specifics.â You pressed. âSpecific fantasies. Come on, you must have kinks,âÂ
If he had to summarize it - his kink was you.Â
And it was growing increasingly difficult to think with your hand pumping on his cock.Â
âYour - your thighs!â Stiles blurted out frantically, saying the first thing that he thought of.Â
Even now, feeling the heavy, warm fat of your thighs spread across his knees, had his cock jumping in your hand - had him buzzing and dizzy all over. It was one of his favourite parts about you, something that made him hard if your thighs brushed against him when the two of you sat too close together on the couch during a movie night.Â
âYour thighs are so - so thick, and beautiful, and big, and-â He choked off into a moan when you moved your other hand to his balls, spreading some of the lube there and gently massaging them in a way that sent a jolt through his whole body, practically making him seize off the bed.Â
You let out a giggle.Â
âWhat else, baby?âÂ
His cock was hot and pulsing in your hand, and you knew he was close again. But you wanted him to get right to the edge before you cut him off this time.Â
âI - I think about - about having your thighs wrapped around my head,âÂ
He choked out, stuttering as he began humping into your touch, so desperate to cum. He had pretty much forgotten about your earlier rules by now, had forgotten about asking for permission, and he just needed to cum into your touch. He needed it so badly.Â
âI wanna eat you out so badly. I wanna taste you. I wanna eat your pussy. Please, please, please, please-!âÂ
This visceral begging tipped you off to the orgasmic delirium he was tipping into, and you squeezed your touch sharply around the base of his cock to keep him from cumming, even going so far as to give his balls a light tap in punishment. He let out a bitter gasp as his orgasm was sharply cut off, the feeling drowned bitterly in his stomach. It left his muscles so tight and left him flailing against his binds for a moment, squirming chaotically underneath you.Â
âBad boy.â You scolded him, your voice wicked and causing his dick to throb woefully in your unforgiving touch. âYou didnât ask if you could cum.âÂ
You leaned down and bit one of his nipples - pure teeth, unforgiving, and it made him cry out in a gargle of his own spit as his head became even dizzier. He didnât even have the mental capacity to question why he liked the sharp spike of pain so much, especially not when his balls were throbbing so terribly, and he needed to cum so fucking badly.Â
âPlease?!â He cried out. âPlease? Can I cum? I need it, I need-âÂ
âShh, baby.âÂ
You hushed him again, taking your hand off his dick and leaving it to rest leaking against his stomach, running both your hands up his torso in a soothing touch as you leaned in and pressed a few sweet kisses on his open, whining mouth.Â
âIâll give you a chance to be good. Is that what you want?âÂ
âPlease.â He replied, so desperate that he was on the verge of tears now. âI wanna be good for you, please.âÂ
âIâm gonna ride your pretty cock now. And if you wait to cum until I tell you,â You pressed these words hard, making sure he paid attention to this part. âThen Iâll let you eat my pussy. Does that sound like a good reward?âÂ
âYes.â He replied, entirely breathy and excited. âPlease, please. Iâll be good.âÂ
âOh, baby. I know you will.âÂ
This spilled from your lips as an overly syrupy coo, and he couldnât help but to yearn for more of that sound.Â
You got off him, then, and he let out an utterly disappointed sound - instantly missing your weight and the heat of you above him.Â
Stiles looked on with curiosity as you went back to your bag. His heart thumped with anticipation when you came back with a condom, and didnât hesitate to open it and then roll it onto his still very stiff cock. (Just the few touches of you doing this had him warming with even more pleasure, and he worried that the touch of your pussy around him would cause him to cum instantly, disappointing you.)Â
Then, he watched in awe as you stripped off. Your skirt, tights, and underwear, giving him a pang of disappointment that you left your bra on. You did this with intention, though, slightly worried that the sight of your bare tits would cause him to blow it too early.Â
âOh my god.â Stiles let out another whimper as you straddled him once again, putting a hand on his cock to line it up with your pussy.Â
Fuck, holy fuck - this was really happening. He was really about to fuck you. He was about to fuck your perfect pussy.Â
It was just as beautiful as he had imagined - covered in trimmed hair, which was glossy with your wetness. Fuck - he yearned to see that pussy spread out underneath him. He yearned to taste you. Even just feeling the heat coming off you as you lined up the tip, even through the condom - it was deadly.Â
He was not going to survive this.Â
He squeezed his eyes tight and held his breath, and you didnât like that. You used your free hand to give him a light tap on the cheek - some small semblance of a slap, a grounding reminder that you were there, controlling him.Â
âHey, come on. Look at me.âÂ
Your words forced him to open his eyes, and he easily fell into a streak of obedience, eager to please you. His eyes snapped open and he looked right at you - absolutely enamored by your pretty face.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
He let out another whimper at the praise.Â
Then, you finally lowered yourself down onto his cock, sinking down in one smooth movement until you were fully seated - tightly wrapped around his dick and resting against his bony pelvis.Â
He felt like the air had been punched out of him. That perfect, tight heat being wrapped around him - the wetness leaking out around his skin at the base of his dick, everything squeezing his cock like a vice, like you were made to fit him. It made him so dizzy, stole the air out of his lungs. It was all too perfect.Â
âOh. Oh. Oh god-â He gasped out, squirming underneath you, already intensely overwhelmed by the pleasure.Â
You grabbed his jaw in one hand and held him still for another kiss, and he moaned hotly into your mouth, desperation growing inside of him.Â
You started slowly grinding your hips into his pelvis, wanting to warm him up gently. As you pulled away from the kiss, he was panting frantically against your mouth, already overwhelmed.Â
âHey, shh.â You told him, smoothing your hands over his torso once again. âYou gonna be good for me?âÂ
âYes.â He quickly moaned in return, nodding his head eagerly.Â
This was a side of Stiles that you had so quickly grown to love. You knew that you werenât going to get enough of this - this beautiful soft obedience. Especially compared to usual sarcastic abrasiveness.Â
This was your good boy. And you were going to have such a good time training him, having him learn the rules. You were heavily looking forward to shutting down his future quips on a dime with a simple threat of keeping future orgasms from him.Â
You positioned your weight on your knees, then, and began lifting yourself off his cock halfway before you slammed your hips back down. You put your hands on either side of his head, between where his arms were stationed above him, still tangled up in the scarf and unable to move. After a moment, you built up a good, even pace - not quite gentle, but not entirely rough either.Â
You were taking it easy on him for his first time.Â
Stiles continued letting out shocked pants, sounding like a man drowning on dry land, hurriedly gasping for air. Soon, he began moaning as more wild pleasure was driven through his body from the feeling of your wet pussy gripping around his cock; from the feeling of you bouncing against his balls, from the sound of that perfect wet slap every single time you landed down on him.Â
It caused a terrible need to brew in his stomach, and he knew it wouldnât be long now.Â
All too soon, he was going to cum.Â
âPlease!â He moaned out, trying to buck his hips up to meet yours - his muscles shaking so terribly that he couldnât keep up with your pace and ended up just jostling wildly underneath you. âPlease, please!âÂ
You grinned.Â
You knew that you wouldnât cum from this, but you were deeply enjoying yourself anyway. Stiles looked so pretty - so pathetic and pretty - gritting his teeth to try and hold back his sounds (which wasnât working at all), tears rimming his eyes, a few even slipping out, his face tinging a lovely shade of pink from the exertion and the pure arousal.Â
âPlease âwhatâ, baby?âÂ
You pressed, a slight edge of mocking on your voice that punched another harsh wave of arousal through his gut. It took everything he had in those moments not to cum - to hold it back. To be good for you.Â
âCome on, sweetheart. You can say it. Just say the words-âÂ
âPlease lemme cum,â He whined out, the words practically turning into a slur on his lips - mirroring exactly the way he had been begging to a fictional you as he had pumped his cock while sitting on this very bed not too long ago. âPlease, please, please Y/N, please-âÂ
You leaned down to his ear then, whispering the words he so badly wanted to hear.Â
âCum for me, Stiles.âÂ
But this time it was so very real.Â
With your permission given, his brain fired off, finally allowing himself to let it go. He let out a guttural, almost non-human sound as he humped his hips off the bed in harsh, fast strokes while you fucked down onto him tightly, roughly grinding into him to allow him to get the most out of it. Wanting him to have the most pressure from your hot cunt in those moments while his eyes rolled back into his head and he released a thick load into the condom.Â
He was even pretty like this - his mouth wide open, his long lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks, his chest heaving as he released a concert of beautiful, whorish sounds.Â
When his hips stopped and his noises dissolved off into a more gentle panting, you leaned down to kiss him again. He most definitely deserved it.Â
âGood boy.â You mumbled against his mouth, eager to praise him. âSuch a good boy for me. You did so good.âÂ
This caused another sound from him, and you simply smiled as he began to kiss you back, eager and sloppy, smearing spit across your cheek while you reached up and began untying the knot in the scarf you had secured him with.Â
âYou want your reward now?â You asked him.Â
You couldnât lie, your cunt was thrumming at the idea of him getting between your thighs. You wondered if he would be able to make you cum. He seemed eager to please and so far, he was good at following instructions, so you could probably tell him exactly what to do to get you off. Even if he couldnât, you would certainly enjoy the view.Â
âYes, yes, please.â He moaned against your cheek, that desperation thrashing back up inside of him. âPlease, Iâve been good, please-â
âYes, you have been.â You soothed him again. âGood boy.âÂ
You released him from the binds and then finally got off him, allowing his softening cock to pop free from your pussy - something that caused him to loudly moan.Â
You took off the condom and tossed it into the waste basket that he had by his desk, the lube and cum seeping into the crumbled up, forgotten papers that he had there. When you came back to the bed, he was looking at you with wide, eager eyes, waiting for his next instruction. Such a good boy. You really loved how this was turning out.Â
âIâm gonna lay down, and then you can get between my legs. Okay, baby?âÂ
He nodded eagerly again, and hopped off the bed to give you room, nearly tripping over his own feet in doing so.Â
You fluffed up his pillow and then laid down, spreading your legs wide, and when you looked back to him, he was tracing every single inch of your body with a wide-eyed gaze. His mouth was agape once again, absolutely not hiding the fact that he was absolutely lustful for you, becoming utterly distracted by the sight of you (almost completely) naked in his bed, laid out just for him.Â
âStiles.â You called his name, garnering his attention once again. âCome on, baby.âÂ
You held out an arm, signaling for him to come over, and he eagerly climbed into the bed between your thighs.Â
You thought for sure that he would make himself comfortable down between your thighs and get right to tasting you, as eagerly as he had begged for it before, but it was his turn to surprise you now.Â
âPlease, can you-?â He cut himself off shyly, tracing a single finger along the cup of the bra that you still wore, the last scrap of clothing hiding your body from him. âCan you take it off?âÂ
That sent a thrill through you. Rather than being demanding, he was still so trepidatious - wondering if he had tread too far by asking you to remove clothing, even after you had ridden his cock.Â
Still, you couldnât help but to want to tease him - just a little bit more.Â
âYou wanna see my tits?â You asked, running your hands up your body, teasing your fingers along the edges of the bra cups as if threatening to pull them down. âYou wanna⌠play with my tits, Stiles?âÂ
âYes.â Stiles breathed out, entirely eager.Â
You could see his cock swelling back to life between his thighs already.Â
âDo you think youâve been a good enough boy for that?â You questioned, lustful eagerness in your voice.Â
His answer would entirely dictate whether or not you took the bra off.Â
He swallowed thickly, still nervous, his eyes flickering between your cleavage and your own eyes, as if looking for a hint at the answer. He waited a careful moment, and then finally spoke.Â
âYes.â He said, pausing for a moment as if waiting for you to argue the point before he continued. âYes, please, Iâve been good.âÂ
âHmmâŚâ You said, pretending to think. âAlright.âÂ
You reached up behind you, unhooking your bra and tossing it away. When your naked breasts were finally revealed to him, his tongue lolled out of his mouth in an almost puppy-like way, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he stared hungrily at the roundness of your perfect flesh.Â
This time, he didnât even ask you before he made his next move - entirely fueled by his own eagerness and desire, he swept down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. Instantly, he let out a loud moan around your tit that told you just how much he was enjoying this, something that had your pussy getting wetter as you saw the way his eyes drifted closed with bliss while he sloppily laved his tongue over your skin.Â
He was so fucking cute, so fucking pretty - so fucking perfect like this.Â
He continued like this for a few moments before he trailed a line of sloppy kisses to the other tit and began sucking on that one, feeling the need to give both beautiful girls equal attention. He licked his tongue across the skin in a fat trail that had you tingling, that had your cunt clenching. You were glad he was enjoying himself, but it was making the space between your thighs feel rather neglected.Â
âStiles, baby,â You called out, starting to sound a bit breathy from need yourself. You raked your nails gently across his scalp again, causing him to let out another moan. âYou said you were gonna eat my pussy, right? You donât wanna disappoint me - do you, baby?âÂ
He popped off your tit immediately.Â
âNot gonna disappoint you.â He said in a hurried tone, shaking his head.Â
You pulled him in for another kiss, and when you released him, he rushed down to get comfortable between your legs, which you spread even more, dropping your foot off the bed on one side to give him more room.Â
Your pussy was so gorgeous.Â
So much better than he had dreamed of - wet, gleaming, smeared in your own juices and slightly gaped from his cock. A sight that absolutely thrilled him - seeing exactly where he had been, knowing that he had fucked you, he had been inside of you.Â
The smell of your pretty cunt was something more unique than your sweat or perfume like he had originally thought. He leaned in eagerly and licked a fat, wide stripe from where you were fluttering and open all the way up to your mound, getting his first real taste of you - he let out a loud moan as it fully penetrated his senses, as everything that was you spread across his tongue for the first time.Â
You were so fucking perfect. You tasted so fucking perfect.Â
You let out a moan of your own when Stiles moaned against you again, the vibrations radiating through your sensitive core. This time, he latched into your clit, seemingly knowing that swollen bead was his ticket to success without you even having to tell him. He sucked harshly on it for a moment that made your thighs twitch and threaten to close around his head before he began digging his tongue against it, lapping at your cunt, trying to suck all the taste off it that he could.Â
âGood boy,â You moaned, reaching out and cradling the back of his head (not having much hair to grab onto with the short buzzcut that he had) - keeping him tight against your pussy, not that he seemed intent to pull away any time soon. âSuch a good boy. Good boy for me!âÂ
He wasnât particularly skilled - it was obvious from a mile away that he didnât have any experience, but fuck, he more than made up for it with his pure eagerness. He was eating your pussy like it was his last meal, moaning against you like he was getting more pleasure from this than you were - and hell, maybe he was.Â
He didnât back off or complain when you instinctively bucked your hips against his face. In fact, he seemed to take it in stride, downright enjoying the way your warm juices were smeared across his cheeks and chin, his eyes shut in bliss as he tongued openly across your cunt, his drool mixing with your wetness while he moaned against you.Â
âOh, fuck! Stiles!âÂ
He moaned harder at the sound of his own name on your lips, so beautifully pornographic, better than he had dreamed it would be - even when he had imagined it so many times over and over again. Somehow, even when you thought he might not get you there at all, his eager performance and the vibrations from his moans against your clit had you so close already.Â
âGot me so close, baby,â You moaned, scratching the back of his head. âSuch a good boy, so close-âÂ
He moaned in response and tongued more vigorously at your clit, and you worked your hips against him, practically riding his face in order to bring yourself over the edge.Â
âFuck! Stiles!âÂ
You let out a throaty moan as you came, beautiful pleasure surging through your body while your back arched against the bed. Inadvertently shoving your hips even closer to his face, making him even more beautifully messy while he sucked and licked you. He loved the feeling of your body twitching and seizing underneath him, he loved hearing your gorgeous moans, he loved knowing that he had made you cum.Â
He lowered his face down and shoved his tongue inside you, determined to drink right from the source then, his nose bumping against your now orgasm-sensitive clit unintentionally, making you shout loudly. This further smothered him in your essence in a way that he loved, while he shoved his tongue inside of you as far as he possibly could, absolutely loving the way your pussy fluttered around him, the way your taste overwhelmed his senses, the pure heat smothering his face.Â
âBaby, baby-âÂ
You gasped and struggled for air, knowing that he wasnât overstimulating you on purpose - he was just eager. And that thought alone was so overwhelmingly hot to you that you almost let him continue. But your clit thrummed with an ache of protest, and you knew that you couldnât spoil him this much, this soon. You couldnât handle having a spoiled brat on your hands.Â
âBaby, you have to come up now!â You ordered sharply, digging your nails into his shoulder as a warning, adding a tiny bite of pain to fully get his attention.Â
Stiles let out a tiny whine of disappointment, but did as he was told, finally unlatching himself from your cunt. This move made a sinfully wet sound as he pushed himself up with his hands to sit between your thighs on his knees. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his once again hard, throbbing pink cock smearing precum against his stomach.Â
You had a passing thought about telling him to grab another condom, but again - you didnât need to spoil him so soon.Â
You had another idea instead.Â
âOh baby,â You cooed, reaching out and loosely gripping his cock, causing him to let out a shuddering moan and buck into your hand furiously - which didnât give him much sensation, only teased him more. âYou got really excited from that, didnât you?âÂ
He nodded vigorously, his mind completely mush at this point, too weak to form words.Â
âDo you wanna get off against my thigh?â You purred, gently stroking your knuckles across his temple - feeling a wicked kind of joy in seeing his face smeared in your wetness, especially when paired with the dumb, glossy look in his eyes.Â
He almost dared to ask for more - wanting to fuck you again, to put his cock between your tits and fuck them - but he had a feeling that you wouldnât let him get away with it. And he wanted to be your good boy so badly. So he was willing to take whatever you had to give him.Â
âYes.â He croaked out, his voice slightly hoarse now from all the moaning. âYes, please.âÂ
âGood boy.â You grinned at him. âCome on.âÂ
You moved your leg - already slightly stiff from how long he had been between them, stretched around his shoulders - and slotted your thigh between his. You raised it up slightly, gently propping the broadness of your flesh against his aching balls and his hard, leaking cock.Â
âWait, I want-âÂ
He looked around for a moment, and then grabbed up the bottle of lube where it had falling on the floor from the vigor of your fucking. He poured a good deal of it (almost emptying it) over his cock, letting it leak down over your thigh, before he capped it and threw it away again.Â
You smiled.Â
âYou really do like it wet, donât you?âÂ
He simply nodded, and began moving his hips. Instinctively, you reached out and grabbed him, taking a commanding hold on those narrow hips to guide him. He easily fell under your control, letting you guide his pace - which meant he moved in slow, languid, sloppy, wet (thanks to the lube) movements across your thigh - his cock dragging against your skin in a way that was delicious, but almost not enough at the same time.Â
He began letting out whimpers, his face twisting with pleasure and the need for something more as his gut curled with a distinctive ache. As if sensing this, even unconsciously, you couldnât help your mouth.Â
âYou look so pretty like this,â You told him, hot and breathy.Â
Turns out - that was the something âmoreâ he so desperately needed. Hearing you call him âprettyâ would have been an insult on any other day, but today, it was downright delicious. Your voice curling around the word, directed at him - it felt like something he had been waiting to hear his whole life.Â
âI love seeing you get off against my thigh, rubbing your pretty cock against me,âÂ
Stiles let out a moan and you felt him fighting to move faster, so you encouraged it, pushing and pulling his hips faster, causing more delicious friction on his cock.Â
âPlease, please-â He gasped.Â
You knew it wouldnât take much more.Â
âYou know, Iâve probably been waiting for this just as long as you have,â You whispered lowly in his ear, finally confessing your secret. âIâve been watching you every single day, seeing how wonderful and dumb you are when you stare at me for hours, thinking I donât notice. And Iâve just been waiting to pin you up against something and fuck your pretty little brains out-âÂ
Your words were cut off by him crying out, a wet splash against your thigh that had alerted you to him cumming. This was almost pathetic, just a few spurts of cum before it was over (you guessed that with how often he jerked off and from the fucking earlier, you had practically drained his balls). It made you curious if forcing him to abstain from masturbation for a few days would yield more impressive results.Â
An experiment for later, you guessed.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
You pulled him into another kiss, ultimately satisfied by the end result of your plan - leaving your panties on your bed as bait for Stiles to find as a way to gently tip him off to your attraction to him. It had worked out in the very best way. Even if you had to wait more than a week for the wheels to truly set in motion.Â
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After a joint shower (which was filled with Stiles grinning at you, clearly soaking up the beauty of his luck in landing someone as gorgeous as you) - you changed the sheets on the bed while he made something to eat, and after the two of you ate together, you tucked him in to go to sleep.Â
He was disappointed that you couldnât stay the night, just as excited to do other non sexual things with you like wake up in your arms and hold your hand in the hallways at school - but you did have to get home before your curfew. Just as he was dosing off, you kissed him on the forehead, and you thought of something delightfully naughty for him to wake up to, even if you couldnât be there.Â
You took off the underwear that you were wearing - a pair of lacy blue ones, to match your bra - and you pinned them up on his corkboard for him to find in the morning.Â
A perfect little present for your good boy.
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The next morning, Stiles woke up to a knock on his bedroom door.Â
âOkay, rise n shine, kid, time for-âÂ
His fatherâs voice cut off abruptly, and Stiles didnât have time to ponder why before-
âDear god, what the hell is that?âÂ
Stiles shot up out of bed, practically falling on the floor, wondering what it could be - monster, werewolf, hunter, someone with a gun-
His eyes landed exactly where his dad was looking, and he was relieved not to find danger, and then terribly embarrassed to see your underwear from the day before pinned to his corkboard, spread out in plain view. Stiles immediately went into damage control mode.Â
âLook, Dad, I can explain-âÂ
âYou know what? I donât wanna know.â His dad said firmly, making a motion with his hand that said he was brushing away the subject. âJust - get ready for school.âÂ
His dad moved to leave the room, and then he sighed and paused in the doorway, turning back to Stiles in a way that made his gut churn.Â
âJust - did you use protection?âÂ
Stiles almost offered to show his father the used condom that was still sitting in the trash can - even if only as proof that the night before he had a real, living girl in his room. But he figured that would be going too far.Â
âYes.â He answered, calm and short.Â
His dad nodded, and moved to leave again. He made it a bit further down the hallway this time before he turned around and appeared in the doorway again.Â
âSon - you know, women arenât objects, you canât claim them like sexual conquests, and they deserve respect-âÂ
âDad.â Stiles sharply cut off whatever speech his father was about to give, wanting his father to know that he hadnât pinned the underwear to the corkboard himself. He wasnât some fratboy who celebrated getting laid with a fucking trophy.Â
âShe - she gave them to me.â He said. âShe did that.â He motioned to the underwear, and his fatherâs face shifted from anger to deep discomfort.Â
âOh.â He said simply. âWell - I - okay. I donât wanna know any more.â He said firmly. âAnd for godâs sake, son, take them down.âÂ
Stiles nodded, rushing to do so.Â
He was going to take them down - but he wasnât rushing to give them back to you anytime soon.
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Dead Man's Bones - Lose Your Soul 2009
Dead Man's Bones were a rock duo consisting of Ryan Gosling (under the alias "Baby Goose") and Zach Shields. Their self-titled first album was released on October 6, 2009. The entire album is a collaboration with the Silverlake Conservatory Children's Choir â started by Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Flea â from Los Angeles, California.
When Shields and Gosling met in 2005 they discovered a mutual obsession with the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland. Zach was so preoccupied with ghosts as a kid that he was put into therapy, and Gosling's parents moved out of his childhood home because they believed it was haunted. Neither of them had really outgrown their fascination with graveyards or anything deathly and decided to write love stories about ghosts and monsters.
The pair chose to play all the instruments on the record, even those they had never touched before. They also imposed rules on themselves during the recording process, such as not playing with a click track, and trying to do no more than three takes on any song, letting any imperfections highlight the strengths of the music. Gosling and Shields also toured around the US for fall/Halloween 2009 with a local choir and talent show at every show to rave reviews.
"Lose Your Soul" is featured in the closing credits of the 2013 French film Age of Panic and an episode of Teen Wolf, while the song "In the Room Where You Sleep" was included in the soundtrack of the 2013 film The Conjuring.
"Lose Your Soul" received a total of 69% yes votes! Previous Ryan Gosling polls: #15 "Put Me in the Car", #159 "I'm Just Ken".
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Barblaz's Wenclair AU's masterpost
*NOTE: This is sorted by order of chronological events. If you want to see them by date posted, make sure you're in my blog before clicking on the name of the AU in the tags if ur on mobile. If ur on desktop, click on my blog's name first then click on the tag for the AU. Have fun backreading mwah!
Inuyasha AU - AU based on the anime Inusyasha. For the youngsters unfamiliar with it, it's an old anime about a modern Japanese teenager named Kagome who gets magicked to a feudal Japan that is terrorized by demons. She accidentally awakens a half-demon named Inuyasha(literally means demon dog) who was sealed frozen in time by Kagome's ancestor and Inuyasha's first love, Kikyo
Wednesday meets the half-demon Enid
Familiar faces
Kitty the Manticore
Pokemon AU - name speaks for itself i think.
Hex Maniac Wednesday and Cute Trainer Enid want to battle!(over a Mimikyu?)
Cover art
Getting to know Wednesday and Enid's Pokemons
List of Gym Leaders, Elite Four and the Champions
The Balcony Talk: Pokemon AU Edition
The boys awakening some "green-eyed monsters"
Challenging Champions Morticia and Gomez Addams(warning: it's still a WIP)
When you're part of their team...
Fanart by @enidtendo64
"Wenclair in my moot's styles" drawing meme by @kris-6758
Fanfics inspired by this AU by IntrusiveCreativity on AO3
Next Gen Nevermore AU - Wednesday and Enid as wives with a daughter named Vega
Meet Vega Addams
She has (both) her mothers' eyes
Mothers and daughter
Enid the wildlife rescuer
Baby's first wolf out
Vega's love for the extraterrestrial
Domestic Addamses
Full Moon nights are Family Nights
Finding the right 'do
The Heroes of Nevermore
Height Difference
Enrollment
SkyWolf
SkyWolf Meet Cute
Meet Sora Toriyama
Clowning each other like an old married couple
Principal Barclay
Clingy wolf
Family Day
Meeting Mrs. and Mrs. Addams
Full Moon Nights are Family Nights(ft. Sora)
Vega's favorite place: Sora's shoulder
Vega's Uncle Pugsley and his diverse children
Vega's Uncle Pubert, bane of her existence
Pubert fucks around and finds out
Happy Halloween
Regine Ottinger
Voices for Vega, Sora, Regine, and Pubert(ask)
The Mystery Missfits
Get to know Vega's cousins
Sora and Regine's parents
Bonus Vega fanfics by other authors:
Enid and Wednesday have a very important conversation with their daughter (by @eggplant-crusader)
Sora visits the Addamses (by TheVeryGayLouvio on AO3)
The aftermath of Vega's first wolf out by @whitebeltwriter
Vega and Sora's misadventures by @whitebeltwriter
Meet the Addamses AU - based on the movie Meet the Robinsons. Due a magical mishap, Vega Addams accidentally brings teen Enid Sinclair into the future and desperately tries to hide from Enid that the Addamses are the family she will eventually marry into.
Wednesday's daughter is full of woe(and stressed as FUCKK)
Addamses of the future
Enid Addams
See you later
Witchcraft Baby AU - loosely inspired by Lilo and Stitch. Wednesday is a witch who used Enid's blood to make a homunculus. The consequences are dire as their creation is taboo and Wednesday used the blood of a Sinclair to do it. Wednesday wants everyone to leave her and her creation alone, meanwhile all Enid sees is a chance for family.
A deal is made(fic)
Wednesday backstory(fic)
Vega the Homunculus (art)
Jailbreak (art)
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a/n: showing my love for my favorite Greek God of all time, Hermes<3 this is a multichapter fanfic.
trigger warnings: animal hunting so animal death. Religious themes and practices
synopsis: You never thought helping out a lost hobo would end up with you in the loving embrace of a god.
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disclaimer: hermes is based on his BOZ, EPIC, and canon mythology. I don't really know how ancient greece actually was or how hunting works so take this with a grain of salt! It is just fanfiction :)
You come from a village that has been long-term worshippers of the goddess, Artemis. Each year, the village holds a festival, Laphriaš. With this festival, of course, comes activities, the most important being the hunt. Where 3 main selected participants, who were allowed to bring at the maximum two others along the hunt with them, they were to hunt down a large stag, whoever was to bring back the largest wins.
The reward would entail being given a large sum of money and being allowed to worship the goddess to the fullest extent, which means you'd get to say your prayers before everyone, including the high elders.
This year, you were finally chosen for the hunt, much to the joy of your family and friends. You were their best hunter and tracker, able to find an animal with ease regardless of how little the evidence that has been left behind.
After passing a familial trailâhunting a snow hare in the middle of snowstormâ you were gifted a beautiful pup who you named Winston². The two of you were jointed at the hip. There wasn't a place you'd go without him. This included the hunt.
You decided to bring two of your beloved friends along, Damian and Agnes. You set off at dawn, racing into the trees on the back of your horses, Winston running ahead as the scout.
Agnes and Damian were chattering away behind you as you looked over the map. You wanted to try and plan out all paths you could safely use.
"So...do you think if I win this, it would get Corinna at the very least interested in me?" Damian questions, fiddling with the horses' reins. He had a crush on Corinna ever since they were teens, spending most of his time trying to impress herâ which failed considering he always made a fool of himself.
Agnes, bless her, rolling her eyes as she listens to Damian rant, just as the millions times before. She's been friends with him since they were babies. Both of their mothers were the best of friends, so it makes sense they were too.
You didn't come into the picture until you were about 7 or so, moving here to take care of your grandmother after she got sick.
You met Agnes when your mother invited hers over, and then her mother invited Damian's over. You all were just placed in front of each other and expected you all to click automatically. Thankfully, you did, and you've been friends ever since.
"Probably, but you need to remember Nikolaos is in this competition too, I know he's been desperate to get her hand as well." She pauses as her horse jumps over a fallen tree. She looks back at Damian with a blank stare and continues. "And also this could've been avoided if you just grew a pair of balls and confessed."
"I can't just do thatâ I need to get her attention first. Maybe we'll find that white stag the elders ramble about." Damian giggles as he pictures Corinna leaping into his arms and saying yes to his proposal. He was such a lovesick fool.
"Or maybe she's already interested and is waiting for you to confess. I've heard its custom in her family for the woman to wait for the man to ask, no matter how long it takes." You chime in, not looking up from your map.
"Wait whâ" Damian is cut off when a large gray wolf jumps from out of the trees, holding a white hare in its mouth.
Your horse, startled, bucks you off its back, sending you to the forest floor. You're now eye level with the wolf, noticing how its eyes are an unnatural golden color.
You and the wolf stared each other down for a moment before it huffed and leaps back into the trees. Agnes drops down from her horse and rushes to your side, while Damian goes off to fetch your horse.
You snapped out of your daze when you felt something wet touched your cheek. It was Winston, licking at you and whining in concern.
You pat his head to calm him, and you lean on Agnes for support as you stand. She brushes the dirt and leaves off your back.
"Hey, you okay?" She questions, her freckled face is laced with concern.
You feel fine, a little sore, but nothing you hadn't been through before. There was something about that wolf that just stuck with you, "Yeah, I'm fine. That wolf, though... its eyes were like pure gold."
"Maybe it's one of Lady Artemis' wolves? It wouldn't be the first time she's watched over the hunts." She suggests, steppingaway from you once you've steady yourself. Damian comes back with your now calm horse, handing you the reins.
"I suppose? Though I never heard of a wolf having pure gold eyes before... Anyway, Winston, did you see anything?
Winston barks in reply, his tail wagging before he runs off. You mount your horse and begin to follow him. You motion the other two to do the same.
Winston leads you to what looks to be a temple, one that seems to have been neglected for years. Nature has taken over, vines have trickled up and wrapped themselves around the columns, and grass and flowers grow from the cracks of the floor. The usual pure white of the marble has faded into a off white tan color with a thin layer of moss across the surface.
"Let's make sure the area is safe for us to set up camp here. Agnes, check out the back of the temple, and Damian, you'll start with the outer perimeter. I'll start with the inside. Regroup to the front once you're sure no one else has been here."
Agnes nods, and Damian gives an alright in response before going back into the forest. You dismount your horse, tying it to a loose fence post. You make your way up the cracked stone steps and into the temple.
The rays of sun lit the inside of the temple, illuminating the illustrations that line the walls and ceilings. Going off of the winged shoes on the god that was illustrated, this was a temple of Hermes. You wonder if there was ever a village that was here before yours that were worshippers of him.
Your search around the temple came up empty, with no human activity. Only animals and plants seemed to have been inside. You leave the temple in time to see with Damian and Anges coming back.
"There doesn't look like there's anyone for miles, only animals. I saw the cutest fox kits." Anges says.
"Same here, though I wasn't blessed with seeing any cute aniamls today." Damian pouts, dismounting his horse, kneeling down next to Winston to ruffle his fur, "Expect for this bugger." Winston barks and licks the man's hand.
You chuckle, "Looks like it's safe to set up camp here, we'll need to find something to eat, so I'll try and find something for us. You two just set up camp and remember to use the horn if anything happens."
They give you mock salutes in response before they begin to take the supplies off the horses and into the temple. You mount yours and whistle for Winston to follow as you trot off into the woods.
It doesn't take you long to hunt something down. After finding some boar tracks, Winston leads the rest of the way to the creature. Upon finding it, you ready your bow, steadying yourself on the moving horse as you focus your aim on the boar.
You suck in a breath, drawing back your arrow and whispering a short prayer to Artemis as you relase. The arrow pierces through the side of the boar, straight to the heart, quick and painless.
Suddenly, you hear a loud scream, and off in the distance, you can see someone running towards you with what looks like a... deer? Chasing after them. Winston stands alert, ears perked, and focused on the person getting closer to you. You hold your reins tight while Winston moves in front of the horse.
The person turned out to be Nikolaos. You spot his signature ginger hair showing from under his hood before he trips over a log and face plants in front of you. He doesn't try to exchange pleasantries as he scrambles up to keep running.
The deer came soon after, gracefully hopping over the log. It glanced at you for a meer moment, giving you enough time to see its golden eyes. The same color from the wolf.
You hop down off your horse, making your way to the boar.
You are for sure this time that it wasn't Artemis. Maybe some other god?
You wrap the boars legs tight with string as you bring it back to your horse, settling it on the rear. Positioned so it won't slip off, you mount your horse once more before going back the direction you came.
As you make your way back. Your mind wanders back to Hermes. It could be him. After all, he's one of the more playful gods known for his pranks and tricks. You'll have to make an offering to him for letting you sleep in the temple, regardless if it's abandoned or not, and so he doesn't prey on your friends like he did Nikolaos.
By the time you made it to camp, it was dusk. Agnes greets you outside, taking the horse reins from you. You take the boar off of the horse, taking off to the side as you make quick work of the animal, cutting off the hide and chopping the pieces of meat you need. You leave whatever is left for Winston and the other forest creatures to feast.
Damian is quick to start cooking. Thankfully, his mother was kind enough to pack spices so your group wouldn't have to suffer tasteless food.
Until the sky went dark, you spent the rest of your time eating and talking. Damian nearly choked on his food when he heard you recant the experience in the woods earlier. He says he wishes he could've seen the look on that bastards face when he was running away. Agnes jokes that Nikolaos probably looked like a scared chicken. Which admittedly, he did, come to think of it, his screams sounded like the human equivalent of one.
As the night went on, it got quiet, Damian was the first to sleep, and Agnes was next. Winston is sprawled out in between them, snoring away. Before you rest, you bring a plate of food and burning incense to the altar.
You whisper, "Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises. Take this food as a thank you for allowing us to sleep here for the night." You pause. "Also... please refrain from chasing us as a deer or anything else for that matter. While it was funny what you did to Nikolaos, I would rather not soil my pants." You chuckle, placing the food onto the alter and the incense in a dusty holder.
You go back to your original resting place, leaning against the pillar. You feel a soft and comfortable breeze flow through the temple. The sounds of the trees rustling soothe you into a nice slumber.
Still in deer form, Hermes walks through the woods, no set destination just allowing the fates to choose where he will end up. Faintly, he can hear someone whisper a prayer.
"Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises..."
It was not often that he received prayers, especially not in his sisters park of Greece. He lets the prayer pull him towards the location.
Switching to his human form, he approaches the temple. It was one of his firsts. A gift to him by his father. While unkept, it still stood strong.
He sniffs the air, a familiar smell, boar. Not only did he get a prayer, but he got an offering, too? Just what he needed after chasing the mortals.
He giggles as he makes his way inside, involuntary waking up Winston, who was silenced a quick shush and a pat to the head.
Hermes looks around at the mortals who sleep before him. Wondering who said the prayer, his eyes land on you. Still leaned against the pillar, head thrown back against it. Your hand is tightly wrapped around a dagger. Ready to strike if need be.
He studied your face for a moment, his hand twitched with the desire to trace over your features. You were very attractive for a mortal, and judging from the faint golden aura he could see emitting from you, you're the one who prayed.
He steps away with a grin, making his way to the alter. He picks the plate up, nearly drooling on the food. As much as he'd love to take his time eating, he's a glutton. In seconds, the plate is empty. He holds back a burp as he makes his way back out of the temple, glancing at you as he makes his way out.
Well, he's going to have some fun on this vacation.
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Chembaron Viktor đ
Vanco baby chembaron Viktor AU:
A short plot idea for this AU, I am not a writer, but I am a plotter, so if anyone finds inspiration here, feel free to write something based on it and use my art in your fics (with credit, of course).
In this AU Viktor was adopted by Silco and Vander shortly after he left Singed and that was also around the time VI was born (Vander and Silco being in their mid 20s).Â
Silco and Vander did all they could for Viktor, went to Pilotover to have a brace built for him (not sure yet, but maybe it was mama Talish who built the brace for baby Viktor) and pulled everything they could to get him into the Academy. Vander and Silco pulled every last coin they had for Viktor's brace and school supplies. But he was only there for a short time before the riots started raising the tension between Zaun and Piltover so Vander and Silco pulled Viktor out of the academy worried about his safety.Â
Viktor was in his mid-teens when the riot happened. He, Vi and Powder weren't supposed to be there, but of course they didn't listen and went after their parents. And that's where Viktor saw his aunt and uncle dead and Vander almost killing Silco. He went after Silco as he ran away and was the one to drag his father to Singed to heal him. Viktor still resented Singed for what he did, but he knew if anyone could save Silco, it was him.Â
Silco recovery was long, and as they both stayed with Singed Viktor befriended a murk wolf puppy Singed had in a cage intended to sell as he killed her pack, not knowing there were puppies; only one survived. As a way to make up to Viktor, Singed says he can keep the murk wolf.Â
After Silco got better, he tried to convince Viktor to go back to the academy, but Viktor refused. Silco wasn't the only one left with PTSD from that day; Viktor witnessed his aunt and uncle die at the hands of enforcers, and then he saw his parent trying to kill his other parent. It left him with a deep fear and sense of needing to protect his loved ones. He couldn't handle leaving his father, and hurt, after almost losing him.Â
Viktor helped and was a vital part of building Silco's criminal empire, working with Singed to perfect shimmer as well as working on his own strain that would help his own illness.
Silco told him to stay away from Vander, and while Viktor had no intention to see the man who destroyed his family, he did want to see his sisters Vi and Powder. He would sneak away when they were out of The Last Drop to spend time with them; it was Powder who named his puppy (one head Pixi (my reference to Rio) and the other head Blitz (again my reference to Blitzkrank)).
One time Vander caught them together (Viktor told them not to say anything about him to Vander because he didn't know where he went after the riot, but they are little kids and it slipped). He followed the girls, and they seemed extra excited to go out.Â
Viktor went to leave right away, but Vander begged him to send a message to Silco, asked if he found the letter he left for him in the mines. Viktor, weak to the person he once called a father, confesses everything to Silco, that he has been seeing his sisters (Silco knew, of course) and what Vander had said.Â
Silco did go back to the mines (first thinking it was a set up, but Vander isn't smart enough for that) and finds the letter, and he and Vander slowly work on their relationship and eventually get back together.
Short time skip to maybe a year or two before season 1 act 1 time.Â
Vander and Silco convince Viktor he should go back to the Academy. Things are calmer and the business is going steady Viktor would have the time to attend the academy. Viktor agrees, but only under the condition that he doesn't move to Pilotver, he goes to his classes and comes back under the excuse that he needs to keep up with his own chembaron duties, but really, even though his parents are back together and he's with them and his sisters and new brothers back, he didn't deal with his PTSD and thinks he needs to be there to keep them safe.
So this would be the starting point of the story; all this before is backstory that can be told in flashbacks, just how I would construct the story, IMO that's all. At the core it's a JayVik story.
As Viktor comes back to the Academy, he has a few years to catch up on. Heimer is happy to have him back, he knows how brilliant he is and helps him create a schedule where he can do catch-up work alongside contemporary classes. This is where he meets Jayce and other Pilotver classmates. Harassment started right away as it was clear how intelligent Viktor was and it started out of jealousy and hatred of him being from Zaun, even Jayce joins in on the bullying, even though a small crush is starting to form right away. But it doesn't take long for rumours to spread that Viktor is, in fact, a powerful chembaron, son of the two men who have zaun under their rule. His classmates don't believe this cripple is a powerful crime boss and this rumour only serves to make the harassment worse. Viktor doesn't do anything about it because he promised his dads he won't do anything that would make him a target of the enforcers; they can't risk giving them any excuse.Â
Some of the things they call him is; puppy (this is mostly Jayce tho), bitch or mutt (based on his dad Vander being called the Hound), and of couse cripple, drugie (his shimmer violet eyes) ect.
Note about his health, I imagine Viktor's health to be better then in the show because Vander and Silco got him better care when he was a small kid and the shimmer strain he developed with Singed, I had him having some chornic lung issues an he uses the mask in the artwork, it both filters the dirty air that makes his lungs worse and it defuses the shimmer in small amounts to heal his lungs, he used his shimmer to heal himself for years now, why his eyes turned violet, and might have a slight dependency on it, if it can serve some plot purpose.
How his classmates find out about him being a crime lord, I have two theories; it could be one of them or it could be both:
1. The parents of his rich kids classmates know about Silco and Vander so they know who he is and his own influence in the undercity and tell their kids (so they keep away from him but they don't believe he's some dangerous mobster and use it to mack Viktor).
2. Sky is one of his classmates and knows about who he is and how dangerous he is and tells everyone to be careful around him and who he is (but again they don't believe it and mock Viktor).
Oh and also whenever Viktor goes to Piltover his murk wolf waits for him by the Zaun side of the bridge, where Viktor tells her she can't go further and to wait for him, he tried leaving her at home, but she refused to let him leave without her. So Pixi and Blitz always wait for Viktor to come back. Sometimes Powder also comes to play with her and wait for big brother.Â
Time comes around where the students need to make a big project (for a class or a competition), and Jayce has an idea for something, but he will need something he can't find in Pilotver, he ventures into Zaun and in a pawnshop he asks about what he needs and is told by Benzo of he really wants it he needs to see "the kid", a chembaron that deals in that sort of thing (it can be the gems or a special type of shimmer or something else, not that important). He gets a meeting with the chembaron after paying Benzo a pretty penny for the privilege.Â
It's at a bar called The Last Drop an what do you know, he enters and sees Viktor at a bar with a huge murk wolf at his feet (this is the moment of the art, how Jayce sees chembaron Viktor for the first time). Jayce can't believe the rumours are true and is in shock.Â
They sit down (Vander from the bar is staring daggers at Jayces lol, if you see a faint shadow in the background of the work that Vander).Â
Jayce tells Viktor about his project, and Viktor agrees to get him what he needs if they work on the project together (Viktor is also crushing on Jayce, and them trading insults at class is really like flirting, but not completely; sometimes Jayce crosses the line because he's an idiot).Â
The vibe I was going for is them.
These idiots are crushing on each other hard but them being stupid is keeping them apart. Jayce is dealing with his views on zaunites, his jealousy of Viktor's intellect, and his own sexuality. Viktor is a walking sack of trauma and PTSD, Jayce reminds him of Vander, which means he's projecting all his unresolved issues and trauma about Vander on Jayce, trust issues being vulnerable with someone who isn't his siblings or Silco (Vander used to be on that list before the incident).
They gravitate to each other, but when they get close, they clash, very angsty, very hurt/comfort, and little bit of silly because they are such idiots.
Anyway that's as far as I got, I beg if anyone wants to write this, despite this block of text I am very much not a writer, so it would be awesome to actually read a fic like this :)
Bonus the art in b/w cause it looks rad :)
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