Jack Apricot

Smutty hopeless romantic. He/him. 30 yrs old. MDNI. Follow my main blog: loverboy-lifestyle.tumblr.com

[jackapricot]

Hello, hot people.

You’ll be seeing me a lot less over the next few moments as I work on my goal of losing my virginity (again).

I’ll drop in every once in a while with one-shots, drabbles, and other stuff. But for the most part, consider this my official brb. ✌️

When I return, I will be powerful. And you—my friends—will reap the benefits of my bounty.

Thank you for your support. I miss you already.

Love,

Jack Apricot

[jackapricot]

[boonjur]

is it alright if i can request sciles fluff? it’s totally fine if you can’t! please take your time and have a good day! ^_^

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[gigglewater-art]

Hi, it’s been a few years

[boyscentral56]

#when your gf’s crazy but you love him

[jayvikmedarda-deactivated202605]

They're husbands to me

[jackapricot]

The Art of Flirtation: Demonstrated by the Boys of Teen Wolf

[kr108958]

beautiful scene indeed

[jackapricot]

Theo’s Magic Space Rock: Part 2

It’s been a while since I posted Chapter 1, so here’s a lil recap: After getting struck by a magic space rock, Theo Raeken gains the power to override free will and dominate anyone he chooses. He immediately embraces the gift without hesitation, subjugating Derek into a submissive bitch and transforming Stiles into his omega.

MM, 18+, MDNI, CNC. steo, sterek, therek (sorta). mind control, ABO, stiles gets f*cked stupid, Derek gets cucked yikes. Full tags available on AO3.

Theo had Stiles bent over the kitchen island again, the newly transformed omega enjoyed the way his chest felt against cold granite. Stiles’ pretty hole was still puffy and leaking from earlier loads, but Theo lined up and sank back in with one smooth thrust. A broken, happy whimper spilled from Stiles’ swollen lips as his eyes rolled back.

“Fuuuuck, look at you,” Theo growled, gripping those narrow hips. “Still so tight for me even after I fucked your brains out.” Stiles could only nod, completely dick-drunk, his small cocklet dripping a mess onto the floor. Every snap of Theo’s hips made the boy’s legs shake. His mouth hung open, drool slipping down his chin, eyes glassy and unfocused. No smart remarks. No sarcasm. Just soft, needy sounds and a greedy clench around Theo’s thick cock.

Theo leaned down, biting the back of Stiles’ neck. “Who owns this pussyhole, princess?”

“Yours… Alpha,” Stiles slurred dreamily, pushing back for more even as his mind floated somewhere far away. Theo grinned darkly and fucked him harder, savoring how easily he had reduced the once-brilliant boy to a cock-hungry, hazy mess.

Later, after taking Stiles countless more times, Theo lounged on the leather couch, legs spread wide, while Stiles knelt obediently between them. The boy’s eyes were soft and hazy, lips parted as he carefully licked Theo’s feet clean with long, worshipful strokes of his tongue. There was no hesitation, no humiliation in his expression—only calm, empty devotion.

“Good boy,” Theo murmured, running his fingers through Stiles’ messy hair. “Look at you. Used to run that smart mouth all the time. Now you’re on your knees licking your Alpha’s feet like it’s the only thing you were made for.”

Stiles made a small, contented sound and nuzzled against Theo’s calf, pressing soft kisses up his shin. When Theo lifted his other foot, Stiles immediately shifted to service it without being told. His small cocklet was half-hard, but he made no move to touch himself. He simply existed to please.

Theo watched with dark satisfaction as his once-clever omega submitted so completely. No fighting. No questions. Just pure, hazy obedience. Stiles looked up at him with blown pupils and smiled sweetly, as if serving like this brought him perfect peace.

Theo wondered how Derek would look in the same position as Stiles, kneeling at his feet. It’d be hot, for sure. But before Derek earned the opportunity to serve Theo, he’d have to prove himself worthy.

***

Derek tested the binds again, not to escape but to feel how easily they held him—how easily he let them hold him.

His breath fogged as he stared at the empty path where Theo had carried Stiles out of the woods, like freshly hunted prey.

In the distance, Derek caught the smell of sex carrying from the direction of his loft. Rather, Theo’s loft now.

What the hell happened? How did Theo do…all of that?

Derek knew he must be misremembering things, because there’s no way his recollections were true. One second he was lunging to protect Stiles from an unseen attacker; the next Theo’s presence had slammed into him like a meteor, crushing Derek’s resolve into a cloud of dust. The young man’s eyes had been glowing with something cosmic, something that made Derek’s knees buckle.

Theo smelled so good. Like brightness and time and power. It was fucking intense. Weird and intense and erotic.

He’d called Theo “alpha,” called him “sir.” He’d bared his throat and whimpered like a puppy.

The shame should have burned, but instead it pooled low in his gut, making his dick jerk and leak another pathetic string of pre-cum onto his thigh.

Naked and bound, he felt every inch the discarded bitch he suddenly was. Nothing but a whimpering pup tied to a tree with his own clothes as his untouched cock leaked like something broken.

Derek felt like something broken.

A fresh wave of anger cleared some of the fog from Derek’s head. After finding out whatever perverse magic was responsible for this fuckery, he was going to make Theo pay for humiliating him and defiling his beautiful Stiles.

Theo. That smug, treacherous fucker. Derek had hated him for years—betrayal after betrayal, the chimera who always wanted what wasn’t his.

Yet…maybe Derek had it wrong. Theo only took what already belong to him. Stiles was clearly made for Theo. While Derek enjoyed spending time with Stiles, he didn’t have any right to get in the way of Theo’s rightful claim to the sweet boy.

Sure, Derek hated Theo. But that was before he knew better.

Things were different now. The second Theo’s new scent hit him earlier today, something ancient and primal inside Derek had simply snapped. The way Theo’s voice dropped when he looked at Stiles and said “He’s mine.” The unbelievable might of Theo’s massive dick, swinging low and heavy.

The muchness of Theo’s presence had short-circuited every alpha instinct in Derek’s frazzled brain. He had bared his throat like a pup. Called him sir. Offered his mate, his Stiles to Theo like a fucking housewarming gift.

The memory made his face burn with shame and his stomach flutter with delight.

Derek caught another whiff of Theo—perfect Theo—on the wind. It was intermingled with the familiar aroma of Stiles’s arousal. But sweeter than it had ever smelled, and unobstructed by Derek’s inferior musk.

Derek could picture the Alpha and Omega too clearly: Stiles draped over the couch, legs spread, that dazed look on his face while Theo claimed what used to be Derek’s. He’s up there getting bred right now and I’m… here. Thanks to the empathic connection of his mating bond, he could feel and hear Stiles getting fucked into oblivion.

It made him sick to his stomach. Sick with envy.

Why him first? I’m the alpha. I’m stronger, older, I’ve protected him. Saved his stupid ass countless times. Stiles wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me…

But Derek’s protest died before it finished. Theo hadn’t chosen the stronger one. Theo had chosen the prize. And Derek was the leftover.

Theo’s dominance had felt inevitable, magnetic. Derek’s mind kept replaying the moment Theo’s thumb smeared spit across his throat and his own cock had betrayed him instantly. He wanted to feel that thumb again.

No, this isn’t right. Derek shook his head, trying to dislodge the intrusive thoughts. Something was seriously wrong.

He swallowed a broken whine. Theo’s scent still clung to his skin, thick and commanding, making his hole clench uselessly around nothing

I could break free. Run. Warn someone.

Instead he pressed his forehead to the bark and whispered into the empty woods, “Please… come back for me, sir. I’ll be good. I’ll be yours.”

His frivolous cock twitched helplessly at the sound of his own surrender. The proud alpha who had once led a pack was gone. In his place sat a desperate, dripping bitch that only wanted to belong to Theo Raeken.

[stilesstilinskisposts]

[boonjur]

Part 2 to that sciles drawing ▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼

[shieldofiron]

Canon af.

[itsateenagewerewolf]

Stupid hc but Scott loves Apple Juice and Stiles loves Orange Juice. They argue over which one is the best juice. There was this one time when they were like 8 when they decided to mix the juices and recoiled from the clashing flavors

[jackapricot]

Sheriff Stilinski is the best dad in the history of television

[jackapricot]

Early in their relationship, Stiles can’t talk about deep stuff while looking Derek in the eyes—but still needs the comfort of Derek’s touch to muster enough bravery to be vulnerable.

…so this is how they have heart-to-heart conversations :)

[jackapricot]

whomst made this? i salute thee

[spikeface]

remember when theo made stiles watch while he seduced his man