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  1. Rec 67

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    Patrick's text says: sometimes all I can think about is rubbing my dick all over your tits. It's not meant for Jonny, but maybe he wishes it were.

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    16 Apr 2015

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    "Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

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    10 Jan 2015

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    It’s been undeniably cuddling for a couple of weeks, now, and Pat’s taken to tucking his face into the crook of Jonny’s neck while they talk, his lips catching on Jonny’s skin as they go over the last game or the upcoming competition.

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    17 Jul 2014

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Stunning and slow and perfect.

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    From an anon: "Ok, but now that I read your lovely Hobrien touch!starved pornlet and the sheriff/incubus one, all I can think of is touch!starved!Derek/incubus!Stiles. Damn you. *shakes fist* *weeps*"

    ok.

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    9 Jul 2014

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    “Stiles, uh. You know I’m totally on your side? Like, I’ll never not be on your side, ever. But you know that weed’s kind of different for werewolves, right?”

    Stiles mashes his face into Scott’s chest, tries to burrow down under the comforter. Scott sighs, pulls back and waits until Stiles is looking at him.

    “I know. Just—don’t try and make me be the adult here,” he says, hates the plaintive tone his voice has taken on.

    “He’s happy, Stiles. And I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d do that to you, buddy,” he says, ruffling Stiles's hair with a grin as Stiles slaps his hand away and hunkers down again, his ear against Scott’s chest, their feet tangled together.

    Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails.

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    17 Jun 2014

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Quiet, beautiful, peaceful, hot as hell.

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