THE DAIRY WARS THREESOME
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And here I thought Sterek yam shipping was cracky.
God bless, fandom, god bless.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
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#LOOKS LIKE TWINS WHERE ONE IS WATCHING THE OTHER GET READY TO GO TO A PARTY #A PARTY TO WHICH THE LATTER IS TAKING A DATE #A DATE THAT IS NOT THE FORMER TWIN #~QUIET UNSPOKEN JEALOUSY~ (via rrrowr)
OMG RO, do not tease me with Peter twincest and then not deliver. I NEED DETAILS OKAY.
OH IF YOU INSIST. Let’s say that the top twin is Adam (as that is the actual name of the character we’re looking at) and the bottom gif is Peter. They really have this whole Biblical thing going on with the names, don’t they?
Peter is as we expect him to be and as we’ve come to know him — fairly self interested but capable of pretending he isn’t — but Adam loves him anyway. Can hardly avoid it with the way Peter draws people in with his smooth charm. It’s an affect that Adam can take on too, when it suits him. It used to be a thing they did together — wooing, seducing, manipulating in tandem. Adam had only faltered when he realized where his affections truly were.
“Where are you going tonight?” Adam asks.
“As if you don’t know. There’s a banquet at Town Hall and the Hales need to make a showing,” Peter replies as he slides a pair of gel slicked fingers through his hair. “Naturally, I should be the one to go.”
Adam watches as Peter washes his hands — watches as Peter arranges his bow tie and tugs his jacket tighter around his waist. It’s been a while since Peter last wore this particular suit, and he’s grown since then. When Peter neatly slides the buttons into place, the jacket fits snugly but not too, folding easily around the firm muscle of his back. Peter straightens out the lapels as he turns to Adam, giving him a look that invites an opinion.
“You should shave,” Adam suggests. Peter’s facial hair is a thin shadow against his skin, sliding all the way down to the sharp cut of his collar.
“And look like a baby? That’s sure to draw in the ladies,” Peter drawls, rolling his eyes as he turns away. “You’ve lost your touch.”
Adam looks down and admits to himself that Peter is probably right about that. If he still had the same allure as he once did — if he’d continued right alongside his brother, maybe Peter wouldn’t be leaving at all tonight.
YES GOOD.
And it’s not as if Adam waits up for him or anything, he hasn’t slipped into that kind of well of self-pity.
But when Peter comes home looking a little looser at the edges, not drunk but obviously not entirely sober either, Adam gets sidetracked again. He watches Peter pull at his tie until it’s a thin cord draped over his neck, a few open buttons showing the dip between his collar bones and inches of smooth skin.
“How was it?” he asks, as much to jolt himself out of the dangerous staring he’s doing as it is out of real curiosity.
Peter shrugs are he pulls the jacket off and slips it over a chair. “The usual forced family togetherness mixed with lackluster conversation with strangers,” he says, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. His hair’s a little less perfect than when he left, a few strands catching the light, a curl falling onto his forehead.
Adam tells himself it’s not relief that’s expanding like warm foam inside his chest. Just like it’s not lust that’s guiding his eyes across the tendons of Peter’s forearms. “Pity. Maybe next time there’ll be something to catch your eye.”
Peter cuts him a glance. “Talia asked after you. I explained you were busy brooding. She’s expecting both of us for lunch next week, if you can drag yourself out of your slump for a few hours.”
He drops himself with a careless kind of grace into the armchair across from Adam, and it’s a struggle to keep his gaze. Peter’s always had a dangerous kind of awareness, like a reflex held at bay by only the smallest twitch.
Adam wonders what he sees in the not-quite mirror of his face, all those subtle differences people are always so keen to point out, to latch onto and hold up like bricks in a dividing wall.
Not for anything like the first time, Adam wants to tear the wall and all the space around it down, just dust and tatters and trampled conformity before he finally, finally gets the one thing he genuinely wants.
Instead he sits, stews in the unfairness of it, and thinks how much longer.
“Why do you still go?” Adam asks, gesturing broadly. “To the parties and the banquets and the functions… You don’t think we’re too old for that now?”
“Is that why you stopped?” Peter parrots, sounding remarkably as if he’s been wondering at Adam’s reasons. “We haven’t even hit thirty yet. We’re in our prime! We should be going out together, enjoying ourselves. Drinking, eating, fucking, falling in—” Peter’s tirade abruptly halts as he grimace. “Okay maybe not that last one.”
“I could be okay with that last one,” Adam dares to say — a soft confession as he looks at Peter.
Peter sucks at his teeth and looks around him for the decanter of whiskey they keep near the lounge chairs. He pinches two glasses from the lower shelving, and after pouring two healthy servings, offers one to Adam.
“To drinking, eating, fucking, and falling in love, then,” Peter says, tilting his glass toward Adam for a toast. “Go out with me next time.”
FYI, I hate everyone in this bar right now.
(Source: laney-cakes)
Very attractive hands
on the weekends, isaac is part of a historical reenactment club
jcf, people, tag your porn.
His neck, I swear.
AU: Isaac and Jackson make a sex tape.
Ugggh, I need to go fling myself into a volcano or shoot myself into the sun.
When he reaches between Scott’s legs to finally bring him off, the smell of Scott’s arousal is metalic, like biting down on tin foil. He works Scott over slowly, the tip of a claw carefully making a thin red raised line appear, caught on the edge between a scratch mark and blood welling up. Making Scott bleed will come later.Sometimes I think that Peter likes to ponder having his hands around Scott’s throat, thumbs pressed over the boy’s windpipe as he slowly, oh so slowly keeps the pressure building until he can hear the satisfying snap of cartilage.
He’d have Scott’s hands bound, of course: zip tie woven with wolfsbane to keep him still and Peter would fuck Scott’s mouth waiting for the light to come back in the boy’s eyes.
YOU ARE SO FUCKING RUDE.
GO TO YOUR CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE.
The fun would be when the boy wakes up with Peter’s cock in his mouth, or his spunk. The greater thrill would be timing his orgasm for right when Scott’s eyelashes flutter with awareness, his nose twitching delicately like a rabbit’s when Peter’s pubic hair tickles his skin. Would he let the boy catch his breath before pulling him up to start the game anew?It’s more fun to let him breathe; let him choke and spit, hear the rasping of his throat trying to expel Peter’s come.
More fun to lean down and say “Play nice now, Scott, or you’ll force me to dislocate your jaw.”
Because of course Scott won’t play nice - Peter’d never expect it of him - and it’s so sweet to hear his inarticulate cries when Peter wrenches his jaw loose, to hear him trying to strangle down whimpers as Peter slides his cock back inside his wet, broken mouth.
And to feel those whimpers and cries and screams choked silent around him when he forces himself into Scott’s throat? Well, that’s the sweetest.
The fun would be when the boy wakes up with Peter’s cock in his mouth, or his spunk. The greater thrill would be timing his orgasm for right when Scott’s eyelashes flutter with awareness, his nose twitching delicately like a rabbit’s when Peter’s pubic hair tickles his skin. Would he let the boy catch his breath before pulling him up to start the game anew?Sometimes I think that Peter likes to ponder having his hands around Scott’s throat, thumbs pressed over the boy’s windpipe as he slowly, oh so slowly keeps the pressure building until he can hear the satisfying snap of cartilage.
He’d have Scott’s hands bound, of course: zip tie woven with wolfsbane to keep him still and Peter would fuck Scott’s mouth waiting for the light to come back in the boy’s eyes.
YOU ARE SO FUCKING RUDE.
GO TO YOUR CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE.
I, uh, oh. Wow.Teen Wolf AU(?); the dynamic Jackson enters into with Matt turns out to be everything he’s ever needed.
Sometimes I think that Peter likes to ponder having his hands around Scott’s throat, thumbs pressed over the boy’s windpipe as he slowly, oh so slowly keeps the pressure building until he can hear the satisfying snap of cartilage.
He’d have Scott’s hands bound, of course: zip tie woven with wolfsbane to keep him still and Peter would fuck Scott’s mouth waiting for the light to come back in the boy’s eyes.
Scott records his growls.
Uh.
I could mention a lot of things in this particular picture, like his arms bewing like a marble sculpture or that vein in his neck getting him into the next issue of Neckz n’ Throatz, but really, I’m here for the blood.
twflotsam for pointing this out to us!!!
Extended version still holds up, re: those promo thoughts I had. The only meaningful addition in imagery is the stuff coming out of his mouth, which could be just regular blood or it could be werewolf goo. If it’s werewolf goo, I think that’s another hint toward shenanigans with Scott fighting his new nature/getting an unnatural cure etc.
(There are also some extra bubbles, which I think are largely atmospheric and an extra shot of Scott from behind, which underlines the illicit nature of the act - he’s hurried, running out of time, maybe because someone is trying to stop him. It’s clear that he’s doing this under a lot of pressure.)
Dear lord there is more.
I feel like the Teen Wolf fandom didn’t slow down at all during the hiatus. No hibernation up in here at all, so basically it feels like the Teen Wolf fandom is to the point where they haven’t slept in about 24 hours and have had too much caffeine and are night blogging.
Everyone is night blogging. All the time.
49 days.
Uhm, yeah, I knew it was gonna be that weird caffeine fueled special kind of wacky when people were writing Sterek as root vegetables.
Is it really that time again?
Oh, well. I always love playing another round of ‘Teen Wolf or gay porn?’, its gr8 fun.
(Source: lunaradvent)
eh, what the hell
might as well get this off my chest since I’m feeling pissy.
Derek Hale is not an ex-con. stop fucking saying that, stop fucking writing that, stop fucking using a term that you don’t understand and which has consequences in the real world.
con is short for convict.
Derek was arrested twice. it wasn’t explicitly stated that he was charged for Laura’s murder; he may or may not have been. he was never, in the canon of the show,
- arraigned for
- tried for
- convicted of
any crime. so Derek is not a felon. Derek is not an ex-felon. Derek is not a convict. Derek is not an ex-convict.
aside from being untrue, if the fact that it’s completely false isn’t enough to convince you to knock it the fuck off, ex-con and con are terms that are used pretty much exclusively as insults. they are pretty much always used as negative descriptors. ex-con and con are shorthand for bad, dangerous, criminal, untrustworthy, evil. use of those terms contributes to the massive, massive stigma against formerly incarcerated persons, who frankly don’t need any more shit from society than they’ve already got.
Derek Hale is a lot of things and a lot of them are not good, so if you want to call him dangerous, go for it; if you think he’s a bad guy, say that. say he’s a former murder suspect, that’s perfectly true. just please stop throwing around loaded, inaccurate terms. just. knock it off.
THIS. JFC, THIS.
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