WANNA RIDE STILES WHILE I WEAR HIS LACROSSE JERSEY MHM YEAH
WHYYYY WOULD U SAY THIS TO ME
just thinking abt like ... the way stiles would go absolutely feral. like he would go slightly insane. mouth open, lips still glistening from the messy kiss you'd shared with him a few moments prior, but his face has been frozen like this ever since he'd walked into his room to see you laid on his bed, wearing nothing but his lacrosse jersey, scrolling through your phone like it's the most casual thing that's ever happened.
the only thing that's changed is his eyes, consistently roaming over your body, flicking between your face which is scrunched up in pleasure, and your chest that he's forced out of the jersey, the material lifted up on one side, bunched over your shoulder. he's watching you through lidded eyes, similar to when he's tired, that same scrunch between his eyebrows, too.
his hands roam over your body, taking in as much as he can. calloused palms against the soft skin of your torso, running along your back, sliding down to your hips and around to press along your lower abdomen, making their way down to your cunt where he flattens his thumb along your clit, lifting the hood to gain better access.
he can't get enough, wanting more, wanting to do this again even when it's still happening in front of his face. he's trying to commit this to memory, he realizes when he's giving you possibly the hundredth full-body scan of the night. from your messy hair down to where you repeatedly sink yourself onto his cock.
his eyes get stuck there for a bit, not breaking away until he hears your breathless giggle.
"fillin' me up so well, stiles," you tell him, voice sounding pretty like it always does when you're like this.
the sweet sound of you – both your words and your cunt squelching around him – breaks him out of his stupor. he licks his lips, runs his thumbs along your skin, head spinning when you mewl as he rubs slow circles along your clit.
"yeah?" he asks you, even though he knows you're telling the truth, he can feel it. but he likes to see your almost pained nod, it fills his chest with pride, bolsters his ego. "feels good, honey?" another nod from you that makes him smile.
"'s that why you put that on? knew it would get you here?" his hands slide to your hips, his heels digging into the mattress as he slams up into you once, repeating the action at the sound you make. you don't answer him, it's not like you could, the breath taken from you just like the control was.
"hm? is that why you put my jersey on, laid in my bed in nothing else, waiting for me to get home." your hands press into his chest, fingers curling and your nails start to scratch at his skin. he takes a second, head tilting, eyes blinking innocently as he looks at you.
"that's kinda slutty, don't you think?''
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I’m not usually a fan of sick Whump, but when Whumpee is running such a high fever that they’re shaking, taking uneven, shallow breaths, their skin chafing and burning against their clothes.
The moment Caretaker lays a palm on their forehead to check their fever and Whumpee sighs with relief because it’s so blessedly cold.
The moment Whumper cups Whumpee’s cheek with one hand and turns their head slightly, and Whumpee hates themself for leaning into it, but they just want the burning to stop.
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Unsurprisingly, people are already being fucking weird about Mizu's gender.
Headcanons are all well and good, but maybe we shouldn't be so eager to apply modern Western gender politics and terms to a character whose identity is so tied to the time, place, and circumstances in which she exists.
Please remember that Mizu was forced to present as male for her own safety and agency. Please remember that allowing others to see her as a man and call her he/him is not a choice; it's protection; it's a means to an end. Until we see Mizu talk about her gender in further detail, that's all the context we have.
Don't project what you want to see onto her and then treat it as fact.
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Rambling about Johnathon’s Concept Art:
I love the little note in sketch #1. Posture & Attitude.
While I enjoy how expressive and adorable his body language is in all these drawings OH GOD I can only imagine the amount of back pain he must have!!
Johnathon 🤝 Me hunching over while working.
In drawing #8. I like how he’s the kind of guy to hold his arms behind his back while standing idly. Idk I think it’s cute when people do that!!!
I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT WAYS HIS HAIR AND BEARD ARE STYLED!!! I’d say #9. is my favorite!!!!
I also really like #2. #3. #6. and #12.
Speaking of #12. I LOVE the detail of the pen leaking an ink spot and him checking the pen!!!
I’m also OBSESSED with the wardrobe they gave him ♡(〃•ॢ 〃•ॢ 〃)!!! I feel like older men in movies are often given very plain colors. So seeing a bunch of different vibrant colors and patterns makes me SO HAPPY!!!!
So much of his personality is shown through his wardrobe and the care he puts into his appearance. Which makes the fact he loses it so much bigger!!
His more casual/summer outfits have me twirling my hair and kicking my feet (⁄ ⁄•⁄﹃ ⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄♡!!!
ALSO IN DRAWING #2. HE HAS TATTOOS!!!! Sadly they only appear in that drawing but I think they really suit him and are so cool looking!!!
Can I just say I adore how passionate he is about his work!!! Johnathon gives me vibes he’s the kind of person who works in organized chaos. Messy to everyone else but him!!
Babygirl pose.
Also like the detail in #13. where he’s surrounded by crumbled up paper. Clearly tired and stuck on work.
I LOVE THAT THEY GAVE HIM FRECKLES!!!
(⸝⸝⸝⚆﹃ ⚆⸝⸝⸝)♡ The Spot describes himself as handsome by scientist standards but I just think he's SUPER HOT in general!!!
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