so much dancing then nothing


Much Ado About Nothing - Dance of the Tennant Edition

i’ve been thinking about @miraculer‘s Scary Sabine AU all weekend and how Mari would get super flustered around Chat Blanc and also how Mari can’t really be a normal teenage girl, and somehow that lead to me thinking about a shower scene like thing happening, but like Chat bursts into Mari’s room to tell her to get to safety and maybe it’s a weekend? so she’s in her pj’s ([ink bunny slippers are included fight me) and she’s singing along to ridiculous pop sings into a hair brush

Mixing It Up

Originally posted by fandomsohard

Request: #16 - Dry Humping,  #17 - Teasing, #21 Clubbing, #83 - Quickies with Stiles.

Author’s Note: This is nothing but smut from the get go. It’s also rather short because it’s just porn lol! I hope you like it, enjoy! :)

Warnings: Language; so much smut; really nothing but smut


Dancing in a crowd of sweaty strangers, my ass grinding against Stiles Stilinski’s crotch was not exactly how I had thought my night would go.

Not that I was complaining too much.

I mean, sure, it was hot and muggy in here, my skin was flushed, and I was sweating from my head to my toes. But really, I didn’t mind. Mostly because Stiles’ hot breath was on my neck, his lips grazing the skin every now and then and sending shivers down my spine. His hands were on my hips, squeezing once in a while and pulling me against him. I’d catch a groan slip through his lips and into my ear occasionally, drowning out the loud music.

So no, I wasn’t really complaining. 

“Damn, Y/N,” I heard Stiles say over the music. “You can move.” I threw a smirk back at him over my shoulder, deciding to kick it up. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

I pressed my back to Stiles’ chest, our whole bodies touching, and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. My lips just grazed the side of his jaw as I rotated my hips to the beat, making sure to press up against him with a bit more force.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, hands traveling up to my sides, then back down to slip under the hem of my shirt. His touch burned my skin in the most delicious way, making me want to feel more it. I turned to face him, pressing my chest to his to emphasize my cleavage, and bringing his lips down to hover right over mine.

“Stiles,” I practically moaned, my eyes closed in pleasure. He drew in a sharp breath, along with a curse, and I smirked to myself in my mind. I knew that would drive him absolutely crazy.

Stiles’ lips pressing my mine wasn’t a shock, but the sheer softness of his mouth combined with the demand in the kiss caught me off guard. I returned his fervor, darting my tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip and groaning my approval when he allowed me to lick in and taste him. One of Stiles’ hands trailed up my spine to wrap in my hair, holding me close.

We pulled away to catch our breath and I took the opportunity to turn back around and begin grinding on him once more. I definitely felt something pressing back, grinning to myself. I tried to put some space between us, but Stiles caught on, pulling me back to him roughly.

“Oh no you don’t, you little tease,” he breathed into my ear. I bit my lip in an effort to stop the groan building in my throat.

The next thing I knew, Stiles was pulling me through the club, weaving around people and couples with a determination I had never seen in him before. I couldn’t even ask where he was leading me, but I got my answer soon enough when I saw the red exit sign on the wall.

Excitement bubbled up within me at the realization of what was about to happen.

Stiles burst through the door into a dim alley, pushing me against the wall as soon as the door closed. His lips were on mine in an instant, then gone before I could comprehend.

“Think you can tease me and get away with it?” he husked in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Grinding against me, getting me turned on.” My only answer was a breathy moan and my fists tightening in Stiles’ shirt.

Stiles’ mouth was on my jaw, working to my neck, as his hands hiked up my skirt. I gasped when his fingers brushed across my panties, heat pooling in my core.

“Gotta make this fast, baby,” Stiles said, pulling my underwear to the side and running his fingers through my folds down to my entrance, carefully pushing in. My nails dug into his shoulders, eyes falling shut and head thrown back against the wall. “Shit, you’re already so ready for me.”

“God, Stiles,” I gasped, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist. He scrambled to undo his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. I watched impatiently as Stiles lined himself up before slowly pushing into me.

After letting me adjust for a moment, Stiles started to move. He picked up the pace quickly, pounding into me in no time at all. That beautiful pressure was building rapidly inside me, threatening to break at any moment. When Stiles moved a hand to thumb at my clit, I lost it, burying my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.

After a few more thrusts, Stiles was right there with me, groaning my name into my ear as he came. We stood there together, coming down and trying to catch our breath. I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the realization of the situation. Stiles pulled back and looked down at me with an amused grin.

“How was that for mixing it up?”

For those, who want to try out pole dancing:

1. IT HURTS, it so fucking hurts.

2. You have bruises all over your legs, sometimes arms.

3. One class feels like none of my gym classes does. I feel exhausted and dead.

4. You are going to be SO STRONG you can not even imagine.

5. You are going to be stretched AF.

6. It’s amazing and I love it.

7. All my respect to everyone practicing it. I believe I am going to be a bodybuilder with these classes hahahah.

whathehelll  asked:

38. destiel. =]

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” (x)

Be careful when you’re LARPing, kids! 

It’s probably one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. 

Dean blinks up at the hot stranger who stares back down at him, and he’s pretty sure the embarrassing-ness of this situation just geared up by a hundred. Times infinity. Times infinity infinity–

“Are you alright?” the hot stranger asks with a slight frown resting between his brows, and Dean takes that exact moment to realize that his head is resting on hot stranger’s lap. 

“Um.” Someone in the distance is yelling to hold, and Dean gets off of the guy’s lap, his face blazing. The guy’s gaze follows after him, curiously watching Dean as he tries to hide how mortified he feels right now. “Fine. Thanks.”

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