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@brodyliciousbooty replied to your post “what if instead of rom summoning babies, it was the amygdala that had…”

thinking about this was too much for me. that’s TOO many patches

@rosymaplemoth replied: I think a part of me just died.

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suzie-guru  asked:

Oh, Lillie my love...Happiest of Birthdays, my darling, my dear, my delightful glitter fish of angst. I certainly hope the package I sent you will be making it's way to you soon! Girl, you're the brightest beam there ever was to warm this world - your generosity and boundless enthusiasm and sheer *love* is inspiring, and has helped me countless times. You're a star, blazing bright, and you remind that even in darkness there can be galaxies spinning across the sky. I love you dearly, dear <3

Ughhhh Suzie, it took me all day to figure out how to respond to this, and what I could come up with was: I cannot believe how lucky I was to meet you!

You have been a light in my life for what feels like forever, and this birthday really involved me looking back at my time on the site and thinking, ‘oh my goodness, a whole nother year of being so lucky to have these incredible people along with me’. You have been a joy! An amazing, loyal person. And I can say, with complete certainty, that anyone who gets to be your friend should know just how lucky they are.

You are incredible, Suzie, and I cannot wait to spend a whole new year with you!

Originally posted by welcome---to---the---jungle

(also I cannot WAIT to see what comes in the mail! I’m putting together an NYC goodie bag to send your way!)

they are standing in the garden, alexander by eliza’s side

i know this scene has been made into comics about 5000 times, but i felt like drawing flowers so i’m making it 5001

“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”

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Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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Do You Miss Me (at all) Sherlock x reader part 1

A/N: This took me forever to finish! For the love of god, I struggled with this hours and days! So, this will be two parted, and apologizes for not posting fanfics for awhile, I’ve been busy with other things (also tried to figure out how to continue the heartless, there will be a new chapter of it soon enough, hopefully) also this was supposed to be out at Friday, but I couldn’t get myself to finish this since this basically a dialogue done by shouting and fighting. But anyway, hope this is good in some sort of weird way.


You had been in a relationship with Sherlock for over four months now and not to get you wrong, you did love the high functioning sociopath even if it got rough. For example he barely told you he cared for you more than as a friend. It had taken him all his might to tell you that just that once when you started dating and you were as surprised as anyone would’ve been in that situation. To hear Sherlock Holmes, the detective incapable of understanding sentiment or compassion, say he loved you was enough to make you faint, but you didn’t. First you thought it had to be a trick, to test an experiment and one specific kind had slithered in your mind. He was probably testing how you felt about him, even having his own suspicions of you having feelings for him. Maybe he was waiting for your pupils to dilate, testing your pulse? Then he did something that nearly gave you a heart attack. He had kissed you. From there on you two had started dating, but it took some time from him to convince you he really liked you and it wasn’t for a case or a test.

It had been just once he had said he loved you, from that on everything had gone down hill. You knew he wasn’t into opening his heart, which you had become aware of that second he had opened it to you, but you couldn’t but wonder had he come to his senses of you and realized he had only fancied you for short amount of time and the feelings had died by now. At bad days he seemed he barely even acknowledged you were in the same room. He was snarky with his comments, nearly making eye contact and ignoring you at times. It wasn’t anything John hadn’t ever experienced with Sherlock but you couldn’t stop thinking that you would be even slightly privileged to be treated in better way than that.

Sherlock had been buried with work, now on his list at the top was a new case that hadn’t made any progress and it frustrated him. He was tense and easy to piss off. You were the same, but for other reasons. His acts had reflected on you, his now nasty personality and way of ignoring you made it impossible for you to stand him.

The two of you had just come back to Baker Street from a crime scene and you were fuming of rage. Once again you had been pushed aside and treated like you knew nothing. Even Lestrade, just like Sherlock always said, was capable of sensing the situation. Even the police inspector was able to make out Sherlock was doing a lousy job as a boyfriend. You couldn’t forget the wide eyes and the blank, puzzled stare he gave to you two when Sherlock pushed you, no, he literally pushed you more than once aside and kept telling you to keep quiet as your suggestions and deductions would just embarrass him, you and everyone around.

You stomped up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock following after you. You stayed close to the door leading back downstairs while Sherlock went to sink in his chair. He released a long heavy sigh and closed his eyes in disappointment. He muttered how useless the visit had been and how it had only cost his precious time on the case in hand. The crime scene you two just witnessed had, as he said, obviously nothing in common.

”Did you really have to do that?” You questioned after waiting enough, listening to Sherlock muttering and complaining about the case. Your hands were crossed over your chest and your right foot was tapping the floor in an impatient way. To this Sherlock answered with lowered brows and watched you in confusion. You huffed and looked away. ”Embarrass me in front of the whole Scotland Yard?” You corrected. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and went to correct you. ”There was nearly even half of the Scotland Yard present.” Sherlock shifted in his seat. ”I wouldn’t worry about them. They barely know anything so you being incorrect now and then wouldn’t make them any better than you.”

You could hang onto that statement, he had almost praised you just now and it was the best you had got from him for since he had been burdened with this particular case, but then again you didn’t need to settle for this. This wasn’t enough to wipe all the bad comments he’d made in the past though you weren’t even sure was there anything he could do, a one single act that would calm you.

”To you that was the entire Scotland Yard.” You pushed persistently. He had said it himself countless of times. The people in Scotland Yard that had ever worked with him were the only people that counted if you asked for his opinion.

”Well, yes, but obviously it wasn’t exactly the whole Scotland Yard.” Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, resembling his mind palace position but he kept his eyes open and on you. He eyed you suspiciously, trying to deduce what you were going through in your head, but judging by his expression he had no idea what made you so pissed. ”Is something bothering you?”

To that you let out a sarcastic laugh. Had he really only got that out of you? He really was as magnificent and astonishing as John always said. Sarcastically saying of course. But this time he surprised you by how dumb he was.

”Are you really that blind?” You finally snapped. You humorously watched as Sherlock gave away how offended he was by your statement but without skipping a beat you continued. ”You embarrassed me in front of Scotland Yard! And that’s not all! You’ve treated me worse and worse the further we get down on this case. Hell, you even treat Anderson better than me!” And it was true. He had even praised Anderson today for stating something so obvious and simple that even a blind person would’ve seen it.

”I was being sarcastic.” Sherlock muttered seriously and looked down on the floor, clearly drifting away from the conversation and to his mind palace.

”Well, it wasn’t clear!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air. ”Everybody thought you really meant it. And don’t dare shut me off now!” You took three long steps and put your hands on either side of Sherlock’s armrests on his chair, your face inches away from his. ”Don’t treat me like this!”

”Treat you like what?” Sherlock shot up from his seat, you taking a fast step backwards to make more room between the two of you. He stared back at you coldly. His blue eyes were like frozen and he looked intimidating. Sherlock tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he questioned you.

”I told you already! You ignore me! Like I don’t exist at all! You always pretend like I’m not there. You put your work first and I feel like I don’t even exist on the list of your priorities! You also have pushed me around, literally, and you won’t let me even speak when we’re out!”

”Stating the obvious shouldn’t be reworded! You want me to let you embarrassed yourself? By pointing out what everyone is able to witness with their own eyes?”

”Oh, so now I’m embarrassing myself? Thank you for saving me, Sherlock, for keeping me quiet when I could’ve said something dumb!” The room was silent for a second, until you took a deep breath. ”Look, you keep me around but make it feel like I am the one clinging on you and following you like a lost puppy, and when I try to advance you, you only shoot me down. You won’t show me I matter!”

”I have told you how I feel about you, do you really need me to do it several times a day? Because you know I won’t be up to it. I am not a man who keeps showering you with all the pleasantries and praises-!”

”I know that and it’s not what I asked!” You snapped back. You were wondering was Mrs. Hudson listening to you two shouting. If she was she was probably worried. Worried what you’d do if this would go further on and how you would end up like. Mrs. Hudson knew what Sherlock was capable of when he was bored or even drugged, but when angered? And with you against him? You couldn’t answer to that either.

”Then what is it? I can’t quit my job and forget all the cases just because of you. Just because of love.” He pronounced the last word with disgust, as if the whole word was ridiculous to even be said.

”I’m not telling you to quit, I’m suggesting you to leave it be when you clearly can’t work it out, not now at least. You’ve run out of clues and there is nothing you can do to make the problem solved. You have to wait!”

”I can’t just wait until another one gets killed!” Sherlock spit out and glared down at you.

”Well, there’s nothing else you can do.” You told him matter of factly. ”Just talking about the case makes you a mess, Sherlock. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and how you treat people around you is horrible. Even if you have a problematic case in hand it doesn’t give you the privilege to act like a moron!”

”Oh so I am the one acting like a moron?” Sherlock looked down on you. ”You have done nothing to help me on this case, the reason I keep you around is only because I thought there would be use of you, but guess I was wrong with you. And here you are, waiting for me to sugar coat you with flatter and sweet talk. Like it wasn’t enough I told you once how I care about you.” He had struggled enough by telling you he loved you once, and what were the looks of it he wasn’t going to do it ever again and actually it made you want nothing more than him to never say anything to you.

”I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this relationship with you.  I know it’s hard for you to say how you feel, but I’m not asking you to tell me that. It’s just that you never show it! You never sit next to me, you never walk close to me, and you barely talk to me! If you could just treat me like a human being!” You didn’t let Sherlock answer, you paced around nervously, but not scared. You were infuriated. ”I really thought I wouldn’t be the only one to do things I don’t usually like to do. Like waking up at 3am in the morning to visit a crime scene, or running around London after a maniac without eating for a whole day! I still never complaint! But where I draw the line is when I am treated worse than even the people you can’t stand!”

”Enough with Anderson already!” Sherlock sighed and spin around.

”I’m not talking about Anderson! I am saying you don’t treat me like your girlfriend and even Lestrade saw what was going on today!” You felt bad at thinking about it again, your stomach dropped at the thought of it. ”The way you act towards me isn’t normal, Sherlock!”

”So I’m supposed to be all around you when we’re on a case? Oh, wake up, (Y/n)! I do not show emotions or am I even capable of feel certain of emotions. Love and sentiment do not get me anywhere and there for I keep them out of my life!” You flinched. That was it. You had enough.

”Then let me help you.” You said and went to get your bag.

”What are you doing?” Sherlock asked sounding bored and fed up by your attitude, his brows furrowed.

”Like you said, you rid yourself of certain feelings. There for I’m leaving. Sorry I ever bothered to step into your life.” You said and turned. ”Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.” And with that you left. You went down the stairs in a hurry and rage, stomping loudly. You heard Mrs. Hudson come out of her flat, now standing next to the front door, looking at you worriedly.

”Are you two having a little domestic?” She asked with a sad and nervous tone.

”Could say so.” You answered coldly and opened the door.

”When are you coming back, dear?”

”I’m not.” You deadpanned. You had stopped at the entrance and were looking at Mrs. Hudson with a serious expression.

Mrs. Hudson gazed up the stairs to the living room. ”I’m sure what ever he said he doesn’t mean it.” She assured you, but you knew better and you also had made up your mind.

”I’m sure he did.” You told, then closing the door and left Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson was left alone to wonder what had happened. She let her eyes wonder towards the stairs again, whispering sadly to herself, ”What have you done now, Sherlock?”

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Poor Kuro, you didn’t even notice your own heart breaking for two seconds. OKAY GOOD LORD. It took me forever to introduce Sakuya for multiple reasons. 

1.) I had to figure out how to draw his freaking hair. YIKES. I’m still trying to figure out how to draw some characters that’s why they haven’t made it into age/human au yet.

2.) I also was like what personality would he have in this au?? :0 (he went from a class clown to kinda psycho in the actual series. jeez)

???? Kinda both I suppose. But I guess he won’t ACTUALLY be yandere since this is family oriented au. His role is probably more overly protective best friend lol the chaos. He’s also figured out that Kuro is slightly intimidated by him, and that’s the reason he does the “yandere” face. haaha

Welp. I’m off to answer some more requests in my inbox~

Originally posted by mfwpics

katchyalater  asked:

1) you are a treasure and a gift and #goals and thank you for writing for this fandom!!! 2) idk if you're still taking prompts? I was thinking... we've all read nude model!bellamy for clarke's art class, but what if *she's* modeling for his beginners class or smth? Extra points if he gets flustered/tries to get her to cover up & she gets offended. (feel free to keep or ditch any of this. if you write it, it'll rock!)

A|N: Yikes kacka I’m so SORRY! This took forever to write (because college is Terrible) but I really hope you like it!

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The irony of the entire situation is that Bellamy doesn’t mean to see Clarke Griffin naked. It happens because she asks him to.

As it turns out, figure drawing isn’t one of his required modules— but he needs to fulfill his art credits and Clarke assures him that it’s a guaranteed easy A, so he takes it anyway. Her presence is an added bonus, of course, but he doesn’t tell her that. (She’ll just get all smug and insufferable, and his crush on her is painfully transparent as it is.)

So he’s expecting her to be waiting- easel ready and pencils in hand- when he strides into class five minutes late; fumbling with his bag strap as he sweeps a glance over the room. There’s no sign of her, and he’s about half a second away from relenting and finding a seat instead when he sees a familiar flash of blonde—

Gaping, he scrambles to grab at the coffee cup that nearly tumbles out of his grip and onto the floor, wincing at the rush of heat that races up his fingers.

Because Clarke isn’t seated behind an easel— she’s by the front of the room, plopped on a stool and donning a bathrobe that really doesn’t leave much to imagination.

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Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming



“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”

“Ahem.”

Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.


An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”

“But-”

“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”

“Anytime.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.

“Open.”

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.

“Stiles?”

“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.

“Stiles!”

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.

“Stiles?”

“Hmm.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.

“What?”

“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

Aaron Tveit Set List Wolf Trap (Saturday)

Wolf Trap Saturday January 21, 2017

1. Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’ (Oklahoma)
2. Daybreak (Floyd Collins) (Thanks!)
3. The Streets of Dublin (Man of No Importance)
4. Fighting Dragons (Big Fish)
5. Love I Hear (A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum)
6. Proud Lady (The Baker’s Wife)
7. Disney Medley (1) - When You Wish Upon A Star (Pinocchio) // Belle (Beginning) (Beauty and the Beast)// I’ve Got No Strings (Pinocchio) // Cruella De'Ville (101 Dalmatians) // Gaston/Belle (Ending) (Beauty and the Beast)
8. Disney Medley (2)- Proud of Your Boy (Aladdin) // Go The Distance (Hercules) // Out There (The Hunchback of Norte Dame)
9. Les Mis Medley- Bring Him Home // I Dreamed a Dream // Do You Hear the People Sing (Sing-A-Long)
10. Sondheim Medley- Good Thing Going // Finishing The Hat
11. Sandy (Grease)
12. Marry Me a Little (Company)
13. At The Fountain (Sweet Smell of Success)
14. It All Fades Away (Bridges of Madison County)