#at this point do I even need to yell #SCOTT/STILES #or do people just hear that when I reblog thsi stuff anyway? #BUT HEY WHATEVER SCOTT/STILES WOO#cause there was totally that time after Stiles has been working out to keep up with werewolf shenanigans #and he’s like hey scott lemme try something #and then Scott’s being lifted up and pressed against a wall #and hey maybe he really likes that #like #a lot #so they do it again #naked #many times #and Stiles decides to dedicate himself to getting strong enough to lift Scott easily enough to fuck up against a wall #Scott’s legs around Stiles’ waist and his back shifting against the drywall#head thunking back over and over #and Stiles breathing into his neck #hot and perfect while he takes Scott apart (via queerly-it-is)
“The jeep’s in the shop again,” Stiles groans into his desk. “Any chance I’m gonna look any shade of masculine if you drive me home today?” He furrows his eyebrows for exaggerated effect.
“All signs point to no,” Scott laughs quietly. Ms. Blake twirls around at their chatter.
“Stiles,” Ms. Blake smiles balefully. She knows an easy target when she sees one. “Do you have any thoughts on Conrad’s Heart of Darkness?”
When Stiles is done blathering on about “the horror, the horror,” and Ms. Blake’s gaze has moved onto another students—like the eye of fucking Sauron; she’s an excellent teacher but holds her students one hundred percent responsible for their work—Scott passes back a note: I can give you a ride home. Was planning on christening the bike today anyway. Stiles’s eyebrows nearly meet his hairline.
ALONE???? The note Stiles passes back reads.
Scott slides back a final note.
Not anymore, I guess.
Scott can feel the air behind him move from Stiles fist-pumping beneath his desk in triumph.
“I want to drive,” Stiles whispers into Scott’s ear.
Scott casually flips Stiles off while he scratches the back of his neck.
*
1/? of Werefoxes Ships All the Ships, a
n eventualseries for KrisThey spent the summer together in France, right?
Reference used for pose.
OH MY GOD I AM SHRIEKING. LOOK AT IT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS. LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ART FOR ONE OF MY BEAUTIFUL OTPS AAAAAH.
You made me a thing, I can’t believe you made me a thing. *hearts in my eyes* Did I do something in particular to deserve this perfect gift, or are you just the best person in the world for no reason?
I was just thinking about the fact that we both ship entirely different things (well, I ship most of your ships as well, but I mean our OTPs) yet we still manage to follow each other and reblog each other frequently. And I think that is a wonderful thing and that you are awesome and I just really love your blog. Okay that is all (◡‿◡✿)
I was literally thinking about this just the other day. You’re really cool and I love your blog too! Also I think you’ve given me a kink for clothed cocks? MATT AND I HAD A LENGTHY DISCUSSION ABOUT THIS THAT TURNED INTO SCEREK PORN AND I BLAME YOU. idk if you ship scerek (sorry about turning all of your landscape reblogs into scerek feels if you don’t :/) but I very much appreciate the prompt *laughs*.
/awkwardly ~friendships~ at you. (yeah my version of making friendship advances involves uncensored discussions of porn? sorry not sorry)
omg tho, scott naked and straddling a fully-clothed derek, and derek kneading his ass while scott grinds against him and licks up his neck. derek whimpering and panting, trying to get friction through his clothes, and scott smirking down at him. scott grinding down harder, moaning in derek’s ear, until derek’s cock is straining painfully against the inside of his jeans and he still can’t get enough friction. derek begging, desperate and unable to do anything about it, and scott not even letting him take off his shirt until scott’s already come twice.
yes okay and you can all thank hieroglyphical for that wonderful mental image. *bows and slinks out the side door*
WOW SO WHO’S GOING TO WRITE THE FIC WHERE ERICA FINGERS ALLISON DURING CLASS?
there’s an advantage to having always been the quiet one. Erica knows what it’s like to be invisible, and it was always boring - except now she can take advantage of it too, see how far she can push things. Get away with murder. And Allison is the sweet new girl. Erica’s still surprised herself, the way their last Scott-focused confrontation went, but she likes it. There’s more to Allison than meets the eye. Erica gets that. Allison is more interesting than Scott anyway. There’s something dark there, and Erica likes flirting with danger these days.
And so Erica smiles sweetly, blandly, toward the front of the class and rests her hand on Allison’s thigh under the table, and smiles less sweetly at Allison’s glare, and leans in close under the pretence of looking at Allison’s notes. “Want me to stop?”
“You’re a crazy bitch,” Allison whispers, but she bites her lip when Erica drags her nails up the inside of Allison’s thigh, a steady pressure, and when Erica rubs over her through her underwear, through her tights, there’s already a hint of wetness.
“Fine.” Erica goes to take her hand away, and Allison shifts on her seat, eyes fixed on the desk. She looks pissed off and turned on. She looks beautiful.
“I didn’t say stop.”
Me on the phone: Yeah I’m going to be late to work today.
Supervisor: Why?
Me: There’s a cat gang bang happening on top of my car.
Supervisor: (silence)
Supervisor: Well can’t you break it up?
Me: Who am I to break up a cat gang bang? They’ve probably been organizing it for days on Craigslist.
Supervisor: Good point. See you when you get here.
pleaserefrigerateafteropening:
Photographer: Francois Rousseau
beauty.