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Aug 28

helenish:

Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue

Stiles doesn’t set out to deceive anyone, but hunger and desperation have a way of smoothing out the path. He tells himself he’s keeping the advertisement because it’s amusing, and he has precious little to make him smile now that it’s been eight months since his father left Philadelphia on the trail of an escaped convict, with no letters for the last six months, and money fast running out.

He’s examining the newspaper for job advertisements when he sees it on the facing page: a wry, single line: Bachelor farmer desirous of avoiding own cooking seeks helpmeet, with a name—D. Hale—and a post office box number. Stiles never plans to answer it; he knows full well that an advertisement posted in the Matrimonial News is meant for women, but then—this particular advertisement didn’t specify, did it?

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Aug 28

sleiin:

I’m not gonna fight you.

full img. sorry i haven’t posted a lot lately, school’s been eating up my time:(

Aug 28

midnightwolfhowls:

avengersonna:

jessiepinkman:

chalresxavier:

wolverine fisting you when suddenly

bruce banner fisting you when suddenly

The human torch fisting you when suddenly

What possessed you people to even think of this?

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daftpenetration:

adorabloodthirsty-slytherdork:

drbuttocks:

thats-so-meme:

how

now

Brown

cow
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giraffenkuss:

Doctor Who

↳ "Rexicoricophalvitorius."
requested by: anon

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Welcome to: the Clint Barton Appreciation Club!

Aug 28

Anonymous said: Sterek? [813]: "Fastest blow job ever. Though it was probably a good thing since we were in front of my house."

officerstilinskihale:

Derek’s literally, literally about to come, when they hear the sound of a car engine rounding the corner. Stiles’ hand tightens around Derek as he pulls off, and that’s enough to send Derek over the edge, coming over Stiles’ open mouth and his chin.

They’re both frozen in shock for a long moment. ”At least we can cross that off our bucket list?” Derek tries weakly. He can’t move, it feels like Stiles sucked his spine out of his dick and his whole body is jelly. “I heard it’s good for your skin?”

"Why are you saying that like a fucking question. Shit," Stiles swears, his voice horrified. "Oh my god, Derek, get out of here!” Derek stares at him, and his eyes glaze over at the sight of Stiles wiping come off his face and sucking it off his fingers. “Go,” Stiles says again, shoving at Derek, and neither of them is expecting the way Derek goes toppling off the side of the porch, falling into the bushes. “Derek, what the fuck?”

Derek waves his hand dismissively, unwilling to tell Stiles that his blowjobs are so good that he needs at least 3 minutes of recovery time before he can move again. “You still have come on your face,” he hisses back and Stiles meeps, scrubs at his face vigorously.

"Is it gone?" he asks, and Derek nods, before ducking down just as the cruiser pulls into the driveway. "Fuck," Stiles says again, before turning to his father and Deputy Parrish. "Dad, Deputy," he greets with a pained grimace.

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