#slutty!scott

[shantelephonemeh]

Can someone please link me some fanfics with slutty bottom Scott please. Especially if he sleeps with everyone. Those would be preferred

[cyberrat]

carpelucem replied to your post “I kinda wanna talk about Scott and/or Peter with female bits or them...”

Ooooh, I am here for this. HAVE AT IT.

I knew I couldn't be the only one! I'm like... omg. Scott already is such a needy puppy. What if he has one more hole to take care of all the cocks he's so addicted to.

Oh god. Oh godoh god. Just imagine him, so earnest and eager as he shows off that sweet, warm place of his; his dark, trusting eyes greedy and fixed on the cock he wants - needs - in himself. Like I can see him shoving his thick, calloused boy fingers up into his soft cunt, stroking out all the silky liquid to ripen his clit. Just circles it again and again with impatient fingers until he's practically vibrating from the desk he's put himself on; both holes moving cause they're so empty and he needs them filled.

Scott doesn't fucking care whose cock it is. Could be a stranger, could be one of the pack. He just wants it to fill him up - stroke inside and spread him open where he feels this hungry, deep itch that he needs to get pounded out of his system.

He's all sweet and mewling, his whole body wrapping around that guy that he uses; and that makes it so deceiving. His voice is soft and breathy and they don't even realize how he's begging them for stronger, harder, deeper. For their big hands to leave fingerprints on his hips and their teeth to dig into his pectoral muscles.

Scott just wants them to wreck him. He wants them to dip their fingers right alongside their cocks and get them wet; wants them to fuck them up his ass so he feels like he's going to split apart while he's taking so much care to work his muscles; to milk them dry of all that hot, creamy cum that he feels like he needs to live.

Scott being an earnestly-eager pain slut is what I'm saying. I look at this puppy and go 'yep. yep, he wants some cocks. that boy doesn't even care whether they're real or of rubber. Hell, he'd be stupidly humble and preening if one of the girls took care of his needs.'

[lancesexual]

Okay so the school decides to do a powderpuff lacrosse game fundraiser thing. All the girls start learning lacrosse and all the boys start learning the cheer routines, and Scott gets really into it -like /really/ into it. He practices the routines non stop, and gets Lydia to teach him how to do his makeup for it, and doesn’t cut his hair so he can at least put a few cute hairclips in it, even if it won’t really be long enough to do anything else by the game. He’s so set on everything being perfect that Stiles swears he actually sees him almost punch Greenberg when Greenberg asks if it’s really necessary that they shave their legs.

Finally, the day of the game comes, and Scott can’t keep back his excitement. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t stopped moving all day, and it isn’t until he’s sitting on the bench, legs shaved, knee socks pulled up, and skirt ironed perfectly that he finally relaxes. The first half of the game goes well, Kira and Malia’s team only ahead of Allison and Lydia’s by two points by halftime, and when it comes time for the cheerleaders to take the field, Scott is ready. He’s been practicing the routine for weeks, and he knows he isn’t going to mess it up.

It all goes by in a blur of flips and high kicks and spelling letters with his arms, and before he knows it, he’s standing at the top of the human pyramid, arms raised, and a strange expression on his face.

Allison recognizes it first, and elbows Lydia in the side. “Look at Scott,” she hisses.

"I am looking at Scott," snaps Lydia.

"No," says Allison, lowering her voice dramatically. "Look at Scott."

Lydia stares for a moment before she figures it out. “He’s- but he can’t be- you don’t think?”

Allison grins wickedly. “I guess we’ll find out after the game.”

"We?" asks Lydia.

Allison laughs. “Come on Lyds, we’ve both dated him. We both know what that look means. Don’t you want to find out for sure?”

Lydia can’t help it. She grabs Allison’s hand on the bench next to them and tangles their fingers together. “I thought you’d never ask,” she says with a grin.

They find Scott in the locker room after the game, once everyone else has left, staring at himself in the mirror, holding a bottle of makeup remover but making no move to actually take off his makeup.

"You looked good out there," says Allison, putting her arms around his waist on his right side, while Lydia does the same thing on his left.

"Thanks," says Scott, opening the bottle in his hand and pouring some onto a paper towel. "So did you."

"Stop," says Lydia, putting one hand over Scott’s as he raises the paper towel towards his face.

"What?"

Allison and Lydia share a smile, but it is Lydia who speaks again. “We wouldn’t want you to waste such pretty pink lipstick, would we?”

Suddenly, there is a hand on each of Scott’s smooth thighs, and a girl kissing each of his cheeks, and he’s making the same face he made from the top of the pyramid. Allison’s hand starts sliding up under his skirt and Lydia’s fingers are brushing at the lacy hem of the panties he’s wearing under it and he’s been so hard for hours that he thinks he might explode.

"H-how did you know?" he asks breathlessly, and Allison giggles and bites his earlobe gently.

"I’d know your turned on face anywhere sweetie."

blueisjustpretty knows exactly what I'm here for omg 

[lancesexual]

I'm extremely sad and stressed right now everyone should talk to me about slutty!Scott