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Stiles: Stu
Stiles: STU
Stiles: STUART
Stiles: Where the hell are you, bro?!
Plaid Skirts and Dirty Looks || Open
Lisset bent over the desk, her pencil tapping the table gently, hips in the air as she explained the math problem to her classmate. As she leaned in further, her breasts pressed against the already tight fabric of her shirt, forcing them forward, deepening her cleavage. The skirt she wore rising slightly exposing more of the back of her thigh. It was obvious to see where all the boys were looking.
looking-for1x1s replied to your post “Who wants Lissy in a little school girl skirt?”
Is it bad that isaac does? God, idk where that came from.
Psh, we all know he wants all of this.
(✿ ♥‿♥) ~ Isaac
Lissy lurves him~
Sexual Sunday || Stiles & Percy
Stiles caught Percy's attention in a heart bit. Percy is sort of vain and so sure about how hot he is but when he met Stiles, he thought that he never have met anyone that is just as adorable and hot as Stiles is. Maybe it is love at first sight or arousal at first sight. Percy doesn't care. What important is, he'll get the chance to sleep with Stiles. He took a deep breath before knocking on Stiles' door.
Halloween Aftermath
Stiles smiled as he looked at Isaac. He was happy. He was finally home with him. Like it should be. "Well, I'd be ok with that. Being in your arms all night and all day tomorrow. Yea, I am ok with that." Stiles chuckled, kissing his boyfriend. "Besides, I get to spend the weekend with you babe. We can do whatever any other day."
Oh Baby, Don't Feel So Down || Parlie
Paul had never felt so energized in his life. After four years of playing dive bar after dive bar, this was it. They were the first act of a real show. Their name was on a fucking marquee outside the front door and they were playing in front of at least a couple of hundred. Sure, their band name was in small print and the majority of the audience had no clue who they were, but it was progress and easily the biggest audience they'd ever played in front of. It wouldn't take them much longer to get big enough to headline their own shows.
Someday soon, Paul would be too famous to just jump off the stage and into the crowd after his set to chase after a girl like he did that night. Sure the front couple of rows of the small club were packed with die hard fans of their band The Ministers, but he was easily able to wade through the girls calling his name and using nearness as an excuse to cop a feel. Slightly to the left of the center of the crowd, Paul had spotted her, a girl he'd had a hard time taking his eyes off as he performed on stage. Finding her again, mid-conversation with a friend now that the club had quieted somewhat as the second act began setting up, Paul casually approached. "So, what did you think? My manager wants me to take a crowd survey."
Red Cups & Jungle Juice || SamSam
Sam had been lying when he told Samira he wasn't drunk. He wasn't exactly falling over or anything, but he'd been at the party for a couple of hours and had gone through his fair share of red cups. Despite the pleasant buzz he was feeling, he wasn't having a good time. Sam didn't seem to be clicking with any of the other partygoers and found himself all alone as people started coupling off and the party raged on. That little pang of loneliness had moved him to text the girl ranked number three in his favorites, behind only his mother and little sister. As Sam stood outside of the party house, he sipped his fourth or fifth drink of the night slowly as he waited for Samira to show up.