boy and girl conversation

Things the signs love

Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person. 

Taurus: Traveling. Roller coasters. Commitment. Neck kisses. Fun dates. Comfort snacks. Peanut butter. Watching horror movies with a significant other. Warm, fluffy towels. Buying pointless things. Late night tumblr sessions. Stuffed animals. Meaningful letters. Getting dressed up. Bubble baths. Forest. Rain and storms.

Gemini: Make out sessions. Instagram. Feeling wanted. Cute dates. Tall boys/short girls. Fluffy rugs. Romance movies. Collecting random things. Messy rooms. Wine. Conversations about sex. Being made feel special. Driving with the windows down.

Cancer: Small animals. Silk pajamas. Pretty things. Flowers. Cute lingerie. Vanilla milkshakes. Buying expensive makeup. Stuff that smells good. Fan-girling over celebs. Late night Netflix. Pizza. Roller skating.

Leo: Night drives. Fairy lights. Soft, worn in hoodies. Stars. Instagram. Fireworks. Soft cheeks kisses. Bear hugs. Stomach butterflies. Giving advice. Salted caramel. Champagne. Amusement parks.

Virgo: Face masks. Commitment. Dogs. Turning up music loud while driving. Disney movies. Feeling acknowledged. Sound of rain. Music. Shooting stars. Black and white photographs. Fashion.

Libra: Candles. Fireworks. Bonfires. Commitment. Romance novels. Big animals. Warm houses. Skinny jeans. Drinking with friends. Salt and vinegar chips. Sending ugly pictures to friends. Lip syncing beyonce or justin bieber. Smell of books. Dogs. The milky way.

Scorpio: Cold drinks. Full bank account. Adrenaline rushes. Deep, passionate kisses. Warm socks. Inside jokes. Staring. Hand written letters. Sarcasm. Movies (scorpios are movie freaks). Soapy showers.

Sagittarius: Horror movies with friends. Weed. Photography. Architecture. Gossip. Classy outings. Sarcasm. Face and body products. Reaching high levels on video games. Sassy remarks. Traveling. Cactuses. Piercings. Adventure. Croissants.

Capricorn: Expensive makeup. Feeling wanted. Photo booths. Clean houses. Clouds. Sarcasm. Dirty jokes. Sparklers. Green grass. Festivals. Drunk texting. Pretty underwear. Boybands. Late night tumblr sessions. Dark lipstick. Passionate kissing.

Aquarius: Aquariums ( :’) ). Beach bikes. Long strolls on beach. Sundresses. Innocent gossip. Booty. Late night texting. Blasting music in car. Exotic drinks. Trampolines. Rock jumps. Books. Christmas lights. Pretty views.

Pisces: Old movies. Heart shaped sunglasses. The universe. Knitted blankets. Shimmery eyeshadow. Learning. Smell of rain. Daydreaming. Chill songs. Sea shells. Drawing. Brand new pens.

things the signs love
  • Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals, (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person (although not always what they settle for) Milo.
  • Taurus: Traveling. roller coasters. commitment. neck kisses. fun dates. comfort snacks. peanut butter. watching horror movies with a significant other. warm, fluffy towels. buying pointless things. late night tumblr sessions. stuffed animals. meaningful letters. getting dressed up. bubble baths. forest. rain and storms.
  • Gemini: make out sessions. instagram. feeling wanted. cute dates. tall boys/short girls. fluffy rugs. romance movies. collecting random things. messy rooms. wine. conversations about sex. being made feel special. driving with the windows down
  • Cancer: smalls animals. silk pyjamas. pretty things. flowers. cute lingerie. vanilla milkshakes. buying expensive makeup. stuff that smells good. fan-girling over celebs. late night netflix. pizza. roller skating.
  • Leo: night drives. fairy lights. soft, worn in hoodies. stars. instagram. fireworks. soft cheek kisses. bear hugs. stomach butterflies. giving advice. salted caramel. champagne. amusement parks
  • Virgo: face masks. commitment. dogs. turning up music loud while driving. disney movies. feeling acknowledged. sound of rain. music. shooting stars. black and white photographs. fashion. 
  • Libra: candles. fireworks. bonfires. commitment. romance novels. big animals. warm houses. skinny jeans. drinking with friends. salt and vinegar chips. sending ugly picture to friends. lip syncing beyonce or justin beiber. smell of books. dogs. the milky way. 
  • Scorpio: Cold drinks. full bank account. adrenaline rushes. deep, passionate kisses. warm socks. inside jokes. staring. hand written letters. sarcasm. movies (scorpios are movie freaks) soapy showers. 
  • Sagittarius: horror movies with friends. weed. photography. architecture. gossip. classy outings. sarcasm. face and body products. reaching high levels on video games. sassy remarks. traveling. cactuses. piercings. adventure. croissants
  • Capricorn: expensive makeup. feeling wanted. photo booths. clean houses. clouds. sarcasm. dirty jokes. sparklers. green grass. festivals. drunk texting. pretty underwear. boy bands. late night tumblr sessions. dark lipstick. passionate kissing. 
  • Aquarius: aquariums (who knew) beach bikes. long strolls on beach. sundresses. innocent gossip. booty. late night texting. blasting music in car.  exotic drinks. trampolines. rock jumps. books. christmas lights. pretty views.
  • Pisces: old movies. heart shaped sunglasses. the universe. knitted blankets. shimmery eyeshadow. learning. smell of rain. daydreaming. chill songs. sea shells. drawing. brand new pens. 
Things The Signs Love

Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person.

Taurus: Traveling. Roller coasters. Commitment. Neck kisses. Fun dates. Comfort snacks. Peanut butter. Watching horror movies with a significant other. Warm, fluffy towels. Buying pointless things. Late night tumblr sessions. Stuffed animals. Meaningful letters. Getting dressed up. Bubble baths. Forest. Rain and storms.

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Can We Pretend

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 783

Warnings: public sin ;)

A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.

You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.

I wasn’t planning on getting drunk this early on in the evening, but I suppose it was a pretty good job I did. I’ve been trapped in the backyard for almost forty minutes now, and I have no way of getting inside. Take the door, you may say. But, that is a little easier said than done. Mr. Theo Raeken is currently occupying the small space just by the back door, preventing anyone getting in or out.

If it was anyone else standing there, it wouldn’t be a problem. Unfortunately for me, Theo is that ex that ruined your life and you now can’t bare to be within a five mile radius of him.

The alcohol coursing through my veins managed to give me the confidence of walking past him once, but there’s no way I have it in me to pass him again. At least, not without another few drinks. I take in my surroundings, Mason hovering over the grass as he dangles his fingers down his throat in attempt to clear himself out as much as possible - I cringe at the sight - whilst others chitchat by the pool, their feet soaked as they sit at the edge.

The sky was dark as ever, the stars and moon illuminating down on us as the florescent lighting from Lydia’s kitchen pierced through the windows. It wasn’t until now that I realised my choice of revealing clothing probably wasn’t the best idea. My skin was riddled with goosebumps and I wanted nothing more that to cuddle into a blanket.

“Hey you.” A voice snaps me back to reality, as a large figure takes a seat on the brick wall beside me. I squint my eyes at them in attempt to suss out their features through the dark night, and I finally manage to see who it was. “Well hello, Stiles!” I beam happily, smiling drunkenly at the boy before me. He chuckles at my state wrapping my arm around my shoulder and shifting in his place.

I smile to myself, leaning my head on his shoulder and swigging the sweet substance in my cup. “You’re drinking for once?” Stiles laughs, poking the cup in my hands and I face him with furrowed eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask defensively. Did he think I was some good girl? I frown at the thought.

“Nothing babe, why are you freezing out here?” He asks, handing me his jacket which I gratefully accept. “There’s a snake blocking the door.” I grumble, covering my arms with the thin fabric and snuggling into it, inhaling his sweet scent that lingered onto the material. Stiles laughs at my comment, shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stars above us and the occasional roars of laughter from inside. “Come on,” Stiles finally speaks, standing from his seat and holding his hands out to me. I furrow my eyebrows. “I’m gonna make sure you have a good time, even if that asshole is in there.” I smile up at him, taking his hands and he pulls me up.

Stiles wraps an arm around my shoulder as I wrap one around his waist for support. He pulls me inside and pushes past masses of people, his arms never leaving my shoulder. It’s a lot warmer inside and louder too. Music was blaring from all different areas of the house and cups and bottles were scattered everywhere. Lydia will not be pleased to clear this up.

I scan my eyes over the different groups of people talking and dancing, until I land on one familiar face. Theo stood by the door, beer in hand and a smirk on his face as he conversed with a group of boys and girls I had never seen in my life. He nods at something that was said before he scans his eyes over the room, landing on me almost immediately, and his smirk falters.

I look away quickly, tugging Stiles’ shirt slightly to gain his attention. “You alright?” I nod my head, gulping loudly as I feel Theo’s hard stare burning into the side of my face. “I wanna get a drink.” Stiles nods at me, saying goodbye to someone near us and leading me toward the fridge.

“Body shots!”

I spin around, falling out of Stiles’ grasp as a drunken Mason jumps toward me. Mason was a lightweight, two beers and he’s gone. He stops in front of me, eyes low but wide with excitement. His hair was messy, shirt spotted with wet patches from where he most probably spilt his drink from jumping around too much. He was like a kid on crack.

“Mas!” I giggled, hugging him tightly as he cradles my head and sways us side to side. “Sh, it’s okay. I got you.” He slurs, causing me to pout. “Is he staring?” My question was muffled by his shirt, but he still understood, nodding his head in confirmation. I sigh loudly and pull away from him, my shoulders now slumped.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asks, handing me another drink and returning his arm around my shoulder. “Theo keeps staring at her and it’s creeping us all out.” Mason speaks for me, wobbling slightly then giggling, which only causes me to giggle quietly too. Stiles stares at us both with an amused smile, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me and nuzzling his face into my neck.

I giggle at the gesture and spin around in his arms. wrapping mine around his neck and smiling up at him dizzily. “Wanna give Theo something to stare at?” Stiles asks huskily, a hesitant smirk on his lips which only catches my attention, causing an ache to pang between my legs.

I giggle seductively, carefully looking beside me to see Theo’s eyes boring into us, watching my every move. I smirk to myself before turning back to Stiles, staring at his lips before I reach onto my tiptoes and press my lips against his.

Stiles’ hands grab my cheeks, pulling me closer and kissing me harder. I groan against his lips, savouring the taste of sweet liquor that stained the flesh. My fingers tangle into his dark curls whilst his hands leave my face, travelling down my sides and grabbing a handful of my ass, eliciting a small moan from me that shoots from my mouth and into his.

His warm tongue licks through the seam of my lips, pushing them apart as his tongue danced against mine messily. I pull away slowly, breathing hitched with a smile on my face. I gulp away my nerves. “Is he still staring?” I ask in a shaky breath, the tip of my nose rubbing against Stiles’, our bodies still flushed against one another’s.

Stiles’ eyes trail over behind me, his smile only growing. “Oh, he’s gawking.” I snorted at his words, my body shaking with laughter, and I cling onto the back of Stiles’ shirt for support. “What do you say we get outta here?” He smirks down at me. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, staring up at him through my lashes before a smirk etches onto my lips.

I spin on my heels, hand wrapping around his and I push past multiple groups of people with Stiles waltzing behind me. My eyes meet Theo’s dark ones, and any other time, I’d be quick to look away, but instead, my gaze on him lingered, until I was out of sight and climbing up the stairs, swaying my hips more than usual - knowing Stiles would be watching my ass with his first class view.

Upstairs was a lot quieter, hardly anybody occupied the empty space, which made things a lot easier. Pulling Stiles down the longing hall with me, we finally reach Lydia’s spare bedroom and I slowly push the door open. The room was already dimly lit by the bedside lamp and moonlight that shone through the window.

In a matter of seconds, the door slammed closed and my back was pressed against it, arms pinned above my head and heavy breath fanning over my neck. I whimper at the feeling, a wetness already beginning to pool in my panties and I shift uncomfortably. “Stiles,” I pant, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease some of the pent up sexual frustration I had. Stiles noticed my slight movement, and jabs my legs apart with his knee, causing me to whine and him to chuckle at my vulnerable state.

“We’ve got all night baby, don’t rush.” He taunts, rubbing the tip of his nose against the skin of my neck and I audibly moan at the feeling of his hot breath against my skin. “But I don’t wanna wait.” I growl, a rush of confidence surging through me and I push him off me, watching as he stumbles back. His eyes darken in the moonlight, and I charge toward him.

Stiles crouches a little as I approach him and jump into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as our lips battle in a messy fight, tongues clashing and teeth nibbling. He spins us around, throwing me onto the large bed and tearing his shirt off his body. I stare up at him adoringly, loving the way his muscles flexed with every movement he made.

I copy his actions, ridding myself from my flimsy shirt and throwing it across the room, my nipples instantly hardening as the cool air hits them. Stiles grunts at the sight, crawling between my legs and latching his lips onto one of my hardened nubs, whilst his fingers pinched the other.

I whine in response, the fire in my stomach only growing as my back arched from the mattress. My fingers tangle within his matted locks and I pull his face from my chest, our lips just centimeters away until I press mine against his. Stiles’ hands roam down the sides of my body until his fingers loop around into the waistband of my leggings and panties. I whimper with excitement, and he pinches the fabric between his fingers, tugging the materials down my legs.

Stiles slowly crawls down my body, lips messily cashing together as he tugs off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the dark room. He carefully aligns himself at my entrance, his tip pushing through my folds as the door swung open, sharp light invading the room as drunken cheers bounced off the walls. My body froze, Stiles jumping up from me and throwing the covers over us.

“What’s going on in here?” Mason giggles, a drunken Scott and Liam following after him. “We.. were about to… take a nap.” Stiles lies, his voice squeaking slightly. I furrow my eyebrows at Scott and Liam as the begin to clamber toward the bed Stiles and I were currently naked under. “How are we gonna get away with this?” I whisper to him, curling into his side.

Scott and Liam climb into the bed with us, their legs squashing our bodies together as our toes were all in each other’s faces. My breathing quickens at the thought of someone moving the bed covered exposing our naked bodies. However my breathing immediately stops when I feel a warm hand roaming the inside of my thighs.

My eyes widen, stomach dropping and I clamp my mouth shut to conceal an oncoming moan. I turn to Stiles with a worried expression, my arousal heightening at the smirk that sat upon his lips. I clamp my thighs around his hand, causing it to move further up until it was cupping my soaked heat.

Stiles nuzzles his head in my neck, flattening his tongue against the skin and licking his way up to my ear. I release a shaky breath, clamping my bottom lip between my teeth as his hot breath ghosts over my ear. “Open your legs.” My body obeys before I could even process his raspy words, his fingers making quick work of spreading my folds and swiping his finger up my slick entrance.

“Fuck. You’re drenched baby. I just wanna taste you so bad.” I whimper at his filthy words, covering it immediately with a strangled cough, which neither Liam nor Scott seem to notice as they continue with their conversation. Stiles slowly dips his middle finger into me, curling against my walls and my back arches from the mattress at the insane amount of pleasure he was somehow conflicting on me with just one finger.

God knows what that tongue could do.

My hand travels beneath the sheets, roaming around our bodies until my hand wraps around his fully erect cock, my eyes widening once again at the feeling of his size. He hisses at the feeling, earning Scott’s attention which he quickly avoids by rubbing his forehead with his spare hand. Scott simply nods his head, understanding that Stiles had an apparent headache, then continued to converse with Liam.

Stiles picks up his pace, pumping his finger in and out of me, curling against my walls and rubbing tight circles on my clit with his thumb. His whole hand was soaked with my arousal and he only just started. I cleared my throat to disguise my strangled moans and ran my thumb across his throbbing tip; smearing the already present precum before sliding my warm hand down his shaft.

His face buried into the crook of my neck, his lips attaching to the skin and surely sucking a purple bruise that’ll be no fun hiding in a few days. I purse my lips together, eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting as my the back of my head presses hard against the pillow, my toes curling at the sudden intensity of pleasure I was receiving.

My grip on his cock released as Stiles’ finger curled against my g-spot, my whole body breaking into a hot sweat. My hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing tightly to tell him I was close, but he had no mercy and continued his relentless assault.

My body was on fire and my mind felt like it was about to explode at any second. The knot in my lower abdomen only grew tighter and my walls clenched around his fingers. Stiles jolted up from his position, throwing his clammy hand over my parted lips to muffle any screams I was about to muster.

I met his dark eyes as his face hovered above me, my thought clamping together and my eyebrows furrowed. Stiles knew I was about to cum at any second, so he picked up his pace, curling harder inside of me and pumping faster. “Bite me.” He mouths to me, eyes wide and demanding, so I did exactly that; his dominant side only turning me on even more.

My back arched from the mattress, my vision fading and replaced with darkness as I came on his fingers, biting what probably felt like a hole in Stiles’ hand. My body shook, oversensitive from the insane amount of pleasure that coursed through my bones, and Stiles pulled out, bringing his drenched fingers to his lips and sucking them clean.

I could’ve easily came again at the sight, as my vision was finally restored. I sat up in my place, my chest heaving and I noticed two sleeping bodies by our feet and a passed out Mason on the floor. I turn back to Stiles, watching as he redressed himself and hands me back my clothing from the floor, that somehow went unnoticed by the intoxicated teenagers.

I quickly redressed in the bed; too afraid to leave in case one of them were to wake up and see my naked body. Once I had finished fixing myself, Stiles crawled back into the bed, throwing the covers back over us and pulling me into his chest.

He presses a light kiss to my forehead, stroking my hair as I stare at the darkness of his black shirt, wondering what the fuck just happened, and what will happen from here.

In case anyone is wondering why we still need International Women’s Day in 2017, I just sat through a conversation between two teenage boys, where “you’re such a girl” was used as an insult no less than 3 times.

Until femininity is no longer considered degrading, feminism is not only good but NECESSARY and instrumental to the wellbeing of society. (Edit because terfs are reblogging this - trans women are women and need to be included in feminism!!)

//terfs do not reblog - y'all are gross//