rxformed:

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     ”You keep looking at my ass, but that’s the only thing you’ll ever get to do with it. I don’t bottom.” He never had, and he probably never would. It was a control thing for him. He wouldn’t be less of a man for taking it up the ass, but he didn’t give up control for anyone. Not even Stiles. “Those puppy dog eyes won’t get you very far Stilinski, I don’t cuddle.” Peter said with an eye roll. But he flopped back down on the boy’s bed and made himself comfortable anyway. “Do your homework, I’ll just sit here and wait for you to jump my bones again. We both know it’s going to happen, there’s no use in pretending it won’t.” How domestic. Laying on Stiles’ bed, wearing Stiles’ sweatpants. Granted they were a little tight on him. The boy was infiltrating his life, and Peter wasn’t entire sure he disliked it. I was actually nice not being alone all the time.

      ❝ Hey now, never said I wanted to top; either. ❞ Stiles smirked with a shrug of his shoulders. As much as he loved Peter’s ass and could stare at it all day, he’s not sure he’d ever be the type to top. Granted the thought in his head wasn’t exactly unappealing - it would at least get him through a solo session or two later. ❝ Mmm, yet you’re staying. ❞ The teen hummed low under his breath, meant to be kept to himself. But he knew with Peter’s hearing that he’d easily catch it. Which was what he’d wanted. The teen moved back over to his desk, where he’d been when Peter got here anyway. The wolf always had both the worst, and the best, timing. ❝ So you’re saying you’re anxious for it, that it? Because we both know if you keep sitting there, talking and looking all annoyingly sexy that’ll it will happen. ❞ He pointed out, brows pushing up a moment before he turned to look back at his book. Flipping the pen through his fingers before jotting down a few notes.




          ❝ I’m dying, go on without me. ❞


thelonesourwolfalpha:

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     ”Lucky your alpha doesn’t kick your butt for saying that.”

         ❝ You can so totally spank my butt, though. ❞


rxformed:

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     ”Oh that won’t be obvious at all. I can’t imagine the brat pack would have a good reaction to the knowledge that you’ve been spreading your legs for me and enjoying it.” But it wasn’t like the boy had been forced, in fact he never actually said no either. “I didn’t say a thing.” He was smirking, but it seemed like he was always smirking around Stiles these days. “Have you gotten your fill of me for the evening, or should I stick around and wait for another study break?”

       ❝ They’d probably think I’ve been possessed again or something. That, or you brain washed me. I mean, your ass is pretty hypnotic so you never know. ❞ Stiles teased with a rather large smirk curled up on to his features. He honestly didn’t care what anyone else thought; maybe Scott, to a point. But he’d made the choice to give himself over to the wolf that first time, and every time since. And so far —- was not regretting it. ❝ Mhm. ❞ He rolled his eyes but kept that smirk in place. Then he pulled on a totally puppy dog look when speaking again. ❝ You should stay so we can totally cuddle. ❞ The teen was totally fucking with him, or so.. he’d said that with the intention of being sarcastic. Not about to admit that he wouldn’t actually mind just laying there with the wolf. Granted the slight change in his heart beat, was probably a dead give away.


      ❝ Baby you’re a song,
             you make me wanna roll my windows down
                                 and cruiissseeee~

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feelingmxrtal:

     “Hey, if it makes you feel more
      comfortable, then don’t worry
      about it. Plus, you never know
      when you’ll need them again.”

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      ❝ True. Gonna need them for that
           next kid, and the one after it. So
           best to buy a few new pairs just
           to be on the smart side.❞


rxformed:

brokenxlikethebat

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     ”And how, may I ask, do you plan on explaining that rather large hickey on your neck to your friends?” Peter asked, tugging on a pair of sweatpants while casually looking at the marks he’d left on the boy.

        ❝ I’ll just tell them some evil little werewolf pinned me down, and attacked me. ❞ Stiles shrugged before he was pulling on a smirk. Not even realizing he’d gone to touch the mark when Peter mentioned it. Quickly going to pull on his boxers and nearly toppling over in the process. ❝ —- not a word. ❞ He glared, without heat to it, because he knew the other would snicker.

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