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indie, semi-selective, 18+ canon be damned rp account for teen wolf’s stiles stilinski.
this account is multi-verse and multi-ship. stiles’ default verse is post-canon, but i am happy to RP mid-canon or au verses too.
this account also features canon-typical violence, adult themes, and physiological and psychological distress. reader discretion is advised.
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Hi, friends!
I know it's been a while since I did anything here, much less made a post about an update to this great beast I've been working on for so many years.
But here, now, I am proud to announce that the beast has been slain. I have finally finished Achilles' Last Stand!! Its final chapters are freshly posted on AO3 and ready for your enjoyment. Thank you so much for anyone who has stuck through it with me on this long, long journey. We have finally made it. We have earned this rest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hoping to springboard from this into original work, so if you liked Achilles' Last Stand, please stick around, there will be good things in the future! (Eventually. I am still Not Fast.)
Thanks for all the support and suggestions over the years, and @alexenglish and @lozenger8 I completely expect you both to read it through, since you two were the ones who lit this fire all those years ago.
L&L, LC
Regard, I have FINISHED the THING!!
[txt: scott mccall] i mean im not gonna complain too much if you wanna cook for me but im just saying it is not necessary [txt: scott mccall] i cant even imagine letting somebody else tell me what plants i can have in my own yard gross
[Text Stiles]: I like cooking for people, it's definitely not a problem. [Text Stiles]: Seriously, I enjoy doing it and mom and I can't eat all the food I tend to make. Sometimes I forget she can't eat as much as I do. [Text Stiles]: Mom hated it, it wasn't like she was even asking to plant anything crazy!
[txt: scott mccall] like what would even be crazy anyway? [txt: scott mccall] weed? a certain amount of that is legal here.
Lydia fingers tighten in his hair as he presses into her grip, murmuring about how good he is until she just doesn’t have coherent words to do so. Stiles is very clearly paying attention every little reaction she has because this is easily the best she’s ever had. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathless in the best possible way.
She cries out in pleasure when his fingers decide to join the effort. It’s like someone somewhere gave him a map of her body and showed him exactly the spots that would please her most. She can’t help how her hips rock against his hand and the wanton noises that spill from her lips.
“Stiles…so good…so fucking good,” she moans, one hand finding her breast and teasing at her pebbled nipple.
"You're the good one, Lydia," Stiles whispers and slurs the words straight into her body, still more focused on what he's doing than having a coherent conversation. "You taste...so good. You're so responsive."
That's enough talking, as far as he's concerned. He has important business to attend to. That is, of course, coaxing Lydia's climax out of her in as gentle but overwhelming crescendo as he can manage to conduct for her. He is adamantly determined that she should get to come well before he even starts to think about any other kind of penetration.
"You're the good one, Lydia," Stiles whispers and slurs the words straight into her body, still more focused on what he's doing than having a coherent conversation. "You taste...so good. You're so responsive."
That's enough talking, as far as he's concerned. He has important business to attend to. That is, of course, coaxing Lydia's climax out of her in as gentle but overwhelming crescendo as he can manage to conduct for her. He is adamantly determined that she should get to come well before he even starts to think about any other kind of penetration.
oh look did i go ahead and recruit @goingtosave to help me to remake that fanvid I did for Scott but better. Please enjoy.
based on (x).
Lydia can’t help the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure as he kisses her breasts and works his way down her body. He takes his time and it’s an absolutely glorious kind of torture. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches him. The look on his face that tells her he’s fully enjoying only adds to her own pleasure. Her cheeks are flush and her whole body feels like a live wire has been set under her skin. She’s so incredibly aware of his hands and his gaze and his mouth. That wonderfully talented mouth.
The little noise he makes before he leans in close makes a smile grace her face and then his tongue is on her. Her head tilts back in pleasure and she gasps at the way he teases pleasure from her. Her hand finds his hair almost immediately, needing to ground herself somehow.
“Oh god…” she breathes out as her hips roll of their own accord. “Stiles…” she murmurs, breathless already.
How had she gotten so lucky? The universe had truly blessed her with him in every way.
The hand in his hair is clearly nothing but encouragement. He presses his scalp against her palm briefly, but then Stiles just redoubles his effort to make Lydia feel utterly worshipped. He is attentive and a quick learner; any time Stiles gets even the smallest idea that he's doing Lydia likes, he goes after it with fervor, determined to make this entire experience amazing for her.
When he finally gets his fingers involved, Stiles is gentle, clearly trying to give Lydia enough time to tell him if she doesn't like what he's doing. His fingers are a little rough-skinned, but his nails are short and his fingers are long, very clever and able to find the most sensitive places on Lydia's body.
The hand in his hair is clearly nothing but encouragement. He presses his scalp against her palm briefly, but then Stiles just redoubles his effort to make Lydia feel utterly worshipped. He is attentive and a quick learner; any time Stiles gets even the smallest idea that he's doing Lydia likes, he goes after it with fervor, determined to make this entire experience amazing for her.
When he finally gets his fingers involved, Stiles is gentle, clearly trying to give Lydia enough time to tell him if she doesn't like what he's doing. His fingers are a little rough-skinned, but his nails are short and his fingers are long, very clever and able to find the most sensitive places on Lydia's body.
derek chuckles, deep rumble in his throat. ‘ i'm supposed to meet him and you for dinner when the clinic closes for the night. ’
"Wait, what? I have dinner plans tonight? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Translation: my ADHD made me forget again.
‘ are you feeling okay? you never share scott. ’ not the same thing, he's goading, stiles knows it.
"What the fuck, Derek, I wasn't saying you could take him with you!"
‘ do you want me to? ’
"Why do you care if I care if you see Scott?"
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Also, yes, of course I want you to go see Scott, I won't hear the end of it otherwise."
‘ thirty seconds. ’ derek don't go messing with stiles.
"So, what, then you've already overstayed your welcome? Are you even gonna go say hey to Scott?"
'sup?
"Yyyyyyyyyo. How long are you in town for this time?
stiles please ur boner is showing
"Stop looking at my dick, perv."
[txt: scott mccall] that neighbor sounds like a dick [txt: scott mccall] nah you wouldnt have to pay for it [txt: scott mccall] just supply the wood and i can do the rest
[Text Stiles]: HOA, better not plant or do anything to the house that you own because some lady down the street thinks they smell bad or they're not "nice enough". [Text Stiles]: Ah man well you still definitely have to let me feed you or something. [Text Stiles]: In addition to the providing the wood thing.
[txt: scott mccall] i mean im not gonna complain too much if you wanna cook for me but im just saying it is not necessary [txt: scott mccall] i cant even imagine letting somebody else tell me what plants i can have in my own yard gross
scott already knows by the jumble in his words that he's hit the nail on the head. however, much as he can very typically read him like a book, he won't force him.
besides, they had a feast to enjoy.
he settles back into the couch, letting out a soft sigh. ‘ don't worry about it, buddy. it's probably just me being me. ’ he gives a dimpled smile.
he takes a swig of his tamarind jarritos.
‘ video games or a movie afterwards? ’
Stiles gives Scott a suspicious little glance, but he takes the peace offering for what it is and does not try to dwell on what Scott may or may not have picked up from his traitorous chemosignals. If Scott's going to let him ignores it, by God Stiles is going to ignore it.
He takes a swig from his own jarritos--jamaica, because of course he picks the one hard to find--and offers Scott a single-shouldered shrug in the process. "I could do either, but I kinda always like video games better. Unless you wanna make out, then movie, definitely."
Lydia doesn’t think she’s ever seen a man so excited to go down on her before and it really only makes her more excited. Surely someone so enthusiastic is quite skilled. She returns his lingering kiss and then watches him as he kisses his way down her body. Her senses must be heightened from anticipation because she’s hyperaware of every press of his lips. No simple kiss down her body has ever felt so good.
She lets him push her clothes aside and do whatever he wants. She blushes a little when he discovers she isn’t wearing a bra. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle her soft pleased noises, eyes still on him.
If anyone were to ask Stiles to rate his own skill at giving head or eating out his partner, he would probably give himself the incredibly modest and humble rating of 12/10. He enjoys the process. He enjoys the way his partners react, and knowing that he was the one to make them feel so good.
He enjoys the look he sees in Lydia's eyes as he gives each of her perfect breasts a long, wet kiss. He doesn't linger there--Stiles is optimistic that he will have time for that later. Right now he just wants to keep wandering his way down her body to his stated goal.
When he finally gets there, he just takes a moment to appreciate that he's in this place. God, even from this angle, she's beautiful, and once again Stiles can't quite figure out how he was so damn lucky to be paired up with someone like Lydia. He can't hold back his pleased, eager little noise as he leans in close and begins to tease the pleasure out of Lydia with that clever tongue of his.
If anyone were to ask Stiles to rate his own skill at giving head or eating out his partner, he would probably give himself the incredibly modest and humble rating of 12/10. He enjoys the process. He enjoys the way his partners react, and knowing that he was the one to make them feel so good.
He enjoys the look he sees in Lydia's eyes as he gives each of her perfect breasts a long, wet kiss. He doesn't linger there--Stiles is optimistic that he will have time for that later. Right now he just wants to keep wandering his way down her body to his stated goal.
When he finally gets there, he just takes a moment to appreciate that he's in this place. God, even from this angle, she's beautiful, and once again Stiles can't quite figure out how he was so damn lucky to be paired up with someone like Lydia. He can't hold back his pleased, eager little noise as he leans in close and begins to tease the pleasure out of Lydia with that clever tongue of his.
