/whispers will someone send me a really graphic and brutal fic where stiles gets raped if it even exists? I have a need.
try this set of search perimeters?
\o/ Hell fucking yeah.
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"Jesus christ." Jackson gasped as he fell back on the bed. "You’re a fucking animal, Stilinski, didn’t know you had it in you."
"Takes one…to know one…" Stiles gasped, trying to suck in enough air. "Fuck, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week."
"Damn," Jackson laughed, rolling over against Stiles. "I was going for two."
"Well you can try harder next time, buddy." Stiles patted Jackson on the shoulder before leaning down, kissing him deeply.
"You’re getting better at that." Jackson smiled as they pulled away. "But I have to go."
"You really don’t…" Stiles looked at him.
"I do." Jackson got out of the bed, pulling on his boxers, then jeans, shirt, the lot. "You know this has to stay between us."
"I…" Stiles sighed. "Yeah, I guess you’re right." He looked down, picking at the sheet. "See you at school."
"Definitely." Jackson leaned in, kissing Stiles on the lips one last time before heading down the stores and out the back door.
Stiles sighed, flopping back on the bed. “Fuck,” he sighed to himself. Before he’d been lying down long, his phone beeped and reached over, looking at it.
I forgot to say I love you.
Stiles let the phone drop to his mattress, and smiled to himself, curling up against his pillow. Maybe they’d be okay after all, maybe Jackson just needed time.
I want a Star Trek series that’s about the worst ship in the fleet, the type of people Starfleet can’t quite fire but can try their damndest to make go as far away as possible. Drunk captain. Low achieving lieutenants. First mate who’s just a little felonious. I want to see what kind of missions they’re given.
Hey kids, as we approach Halloween I just wanted you guys to be careful and say DON’T FUCK WITH SPIRITS. Don’t mess with Ouija Boards, don’t talk to no dead people, don’t fuck with demons, don’t summon shit, don’t dick around in abandoned buildings. If you are considering a thing, just think, “would a white person in a horror movie do this thing?” If the answer is yes, then don’t do the thing.