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crookjawed / allxson / cutestcoyote
WHY IS THIS PERSON SO CUTE AND AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND WHY DOES SHE NEED ALL THE HUGS? Mimi is fantastic and tbh i adore her forever. Each of her characters is fantastic, well written, and the amount of chemistry between our muses is actually stupid. like it doesn’t matter what the situation is or what the line is, it’s always down.
If you’re not already following then I suggest that you start now. Malia is fantastic and the AU we write together is ridiculous. Her Scott/Star break my heart like we can cause each other so much pain and then laugh and cry together. It’s a huge weight. And don’t get me started on Allison hokai???
They shouldn’t have made it. There’s no way that they should be standing, hands on their knees, struggling to suck breath into their lungs because they are as good as dead just like those sons of bitches outside.
They shouldn’t have made it. They weren’t careful enough. There were too many of them. They shouldn’t have made it and yet they’re safe (or as safe as anyone can be in a world like this) with exhausted cries and manic laughter bubbling passed their chapped lips.
They shouldn’t have made it and neither one of them needs to say the words out loud because the look that passes between them knows that’s the case. And it’s like the air is suddenly electric, their bodies moving to meet and their lips finding each other in way they never have before. Despite the grime and the blood they don’t mind tattering their clothing a little more as they rip buttons from blouses and shove shorts from hips until it’s only flesh on flesh and Stiles finds his moans echoed from her lips as Mal whispers his name urgently against the shell of his ear.
Lifting her by the hips, he thrusts into her wet centre and takes her against the wall. They shouldn’t have made it but she cums hard like a storm, drenching him and quenching him all at once and Stiles knows thrusts into her a final time and they breathe easy.
II.
They need more and it’s never enough. Stiles shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet and back again, stretching his muscles and preparing himself for the run. It’s another day tomorrow and that means another supply run because whatever they find doesn’t measure up to the empty bellies or the groans of the injured or mildly ill. He sleeps fitfully that night.
They need more and it’s never enough. Even with their packs full and safely stowed until they can rejoin the group tomorrow, it won’t be enough. Because the pickings are slim here and Stiles knows that they’ll have to move on. But it’s another day and another worry to shove down for the moment. He looks up and catches her dark eyes watching him.
They need more and it’s never enough. She crawls over to his sleeping bag and slips inside with him, pressed firmly against his body. For a second he arches a brow, a silent conversation passing between them but before she can answer, he presses his lips to hers and lets their bodies find solace in one another. Because they’ve made it another day and she’s like a cool glass of water on a hot summer’s day and and Stiles could drink her all up.
He slides his hand between their bodies and he’s fucking her with his fingers as she throws her head back, grinding against the palm of his hand. She grips tight to his shoulders and bites hard at his lip until she draws blood. They need more and it’s never enough but she cums like the tide, rising then falling. He tastes her on himself when she’s finished and she laughs and slips back into her own sleeping bag, sitting up and keeping watch.
III.
It’s not just about the supply runs any more. Now it’s about scouting out a new place to stay, a new place closer to necessities but far enough from population. They can’t spare many so they spare the few and the fastest, the most resourceful. The ones that have the best record of climbing outside of the walls and making it back, no matter their condition.
It’s not just about the supply runs any more. Not when Mal finds him alone in a field staring up at the sky and contemplating tomorrow. When they leave the walls. When the search for a new home. She lays down next to him, their sides touching and this time it’s Stiles that lays himself on top of her. Flowers and weeds crown her head as she lays in the grass.
It’s not just about the supply runs any more. It’s about the way her pulse quickens when his lips travel over that spot or the hitch of her breath as he frees her breast from her bra and tempts the budding nipple with his tongue. She’s under him but all around him with her arms gripping tight and her teeth claiming any part of him she can reach.
Her skirt is up around her stomach and her panties have been lost to the grass around them. Stiles thrusts himself inside, grip tight on her hips. His chest is pressed to her back with Mal on her knees, fingers threading through the long grass. He’s buried deeper than he’s ever been and the growls from her are carnal. It’s not just about the supply runs any more and she cums like a fountain, baptising him in the heat of summer.
IV.
One day they won’t make it back. He knows this but Stiles always pushes it to the back of his mind because the day he lets himself accept this is the day he loses hope. It’s the day he won’t make it back. And they have to. Because they have to keep looking no matter how many times they find nothing.
One day they won’t make it back. And it grows a hole in the centre of his chest, one he needs to fill to keep himself moving because there are too many counting on them. Counting on the ones that need to come home with the answer. With the food. With the medicine.
One day they won’t make it back. She presses a finger to his lips and shakes her head. Stiles hasn’t said a word to Mal but she can tell from the look on his face where his mind is and it’s not something she’s going to let him entertain. Not when she knows how to change his thinking. Gripping the zipper at the back of her dress, she slides it down and lets the fabric drop to the floor. She’s as bare as the day she was born beneath it and his lips tug upwards in a smile; he can’t think of anything but her when she wiggles a finger at him.
His hips thrust forward into her mouth, eyes half lidded as he gazes down at her with her lips wrapped around him, humming as she receives every inch. It’s a special present and Stiles knows it. But Mal’s skin is flushed and from the way her own eyes are falling closed he knows that she’s touching herself. One day they won’t make it back but he cums like a newly discovered spring.
V.
“Maybe we should talk about this.”
Mal shakes her head and slides her hand in his pants cutting the conversation off before it can start.
cutestcoyote replied to your post: wow okay people who go on anon telling...
I was told that three times on my Allison in the last week. ;c
i just can’t stand people who do that? like you have to be pretty fucked in the head to even think something like that don’t you? like people can be bitchy and send hate but going that far? it’s just ugh, it makes me really angry i don’t understand people.
