#thesarcasticcomic

[theimmunebanshee]

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Send ☢ for a desperate text:

[text]: Im alone, and I'm scared and there's a body and...

[text]: i dont know what to do Stiles. Please help me... please...

[theimmunebanshee]

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His soft skin rubbed against hers and she couldn't help but smile. She assumed it was his shoulder, but when she looked down at her arm she saw his cheek pressed against her skin, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. Only Stiles could fall asleep like that. Typical. She sighed gently and thought for a moment about what to do. She didn't want to wake him. She slowly slid down to the end of the couch, letting Stiles' head drift down her arm slowly before ultimately landing on the couch cushion. She got up and pulled a blanket over his body before leaning down and placing a soft kiss to his temple. "Goodnight Stiles..."

[innocentabraham]

"I can’t do this anymore."

"Can’t do it? Do you understand how hard this is? P-please…don’t do this, don't leave."

[shewolfmccall]

                            "Not only can I see you standing there, but you're breathing really loudly."

[tantalizingscream-blog]

Smut 101: 3

A small smirk was painted across Lydia’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Stiles’ shirtless form from behind as he readied himself for school in his full-length bedroom mirror. Her red fingernails trailing along the skin of his exposed abdomen as she memorized each dip and curve of his pronounced muscles while her lips busied themselves against the backs of his shoulders. Planting small, soft but hungry kisses against his skin as her hands trailed downward; the tips of her fingers teasing just beneath the waist of his pants."Think we have a bit of time before school starts?"

[tantalizingscream-blog]

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Lydia’s barging into the locker room wasn’t at all met by a shielding of her eyes as they fell on Stiles Stilinski’s pale form. His skin bare as her eyes raked from his face down to his feet and back; eyebrows arched ever so slightly in approval. “Where’s Jackson?”

[tantalizingscream-blog]

"Sticky Notes": I've sat next to you in at least half our classes together since 6th grade. You're number one in our class, extremely smart , even though you don't like to show it.

Lydia held the sticky note in her hand as she read and reread the words scribbled onto the once-blank paper. Her brow furrowing in mild confusion. “What the hell is a ‘Stiles’?”

[therunawaybeta]

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Send a ✰ and my character will tell you:

How they’d seduce/flirt with your character: "I’m pretty sure you can seduce Stiles in anyway as long as he gets something." She’s not calling him easy, just a horny teenager, difference. What kinks they’d try with your character: ”That…is something I’m not sure I’d want to try on him. Fragile human squishyness involved.”Whether they’d dominate or submit for your character: ”I could switch it up.”Whether they’d have rough or gentle sex with them: “Gentle.” Probably afraid of breaking him, totes edward cullen syndromeHow they’d comfort them afterwards: “cuddle in his arms.”What they’d make your character for breakfast the morning after: “Eggs and some meats”If they’d brag about if or keep quiet: “Brag.”If they’d do it again: Totally.