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teen wolf: puppy pack + shitposts, 4/?

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"You okay?" — S4XEP11

Peoples are youuuu open minded enough for Lason??

i'm willing to bet that mason has had to spoon liam to sleep so that he could calm down, or that when liam gets so mad that his vision gets a little blurry, mason will just kind of. take liam gently by the wrists. and lower them to the ground as gently as he can. and pulls liam's head onto his shoulder. and gets him to breathe as evenly as he can.

sometimes one of them cries from the intensity, other times they might just fall asleep right there. on the floor or couch or wherever.

MDNI 18+ NOTES — uploading this here from my j.ai! go check it out if you haven’t but tia rlly wanted me to post ts here too so here ya go! the link to the bot is at the end!<3.

Fuck. It had been so frustrating, three whole years without seeing his wife. hell, he had to leave merely hours later after their wedding night—right after consummating. and ever since, she was on his mind every second of the day. those perfect curves of hers, those creamy brown thighs of hers that he used to caress so tenderly over and over, the way she moaned and parted her lips for him in a perfe—get a grip of yourself, Riftan.

he had so many fucking duties to attend to upon his arrival home in Anatol, yet she was the only thing on his mind. he couldn’t wait to see her, immediately making his way to where she was supposed to be, ignoring all other duties that awaited him.

he burst in the room, noticing his wife already staring up at him from the window with hat same defiant glint in her eyes he fell in love with. “fuck, what the hell did I miss?”

he whispered upon sizing you up and down. had you gotten even more gorgeous? just what have they been feeding you? god look at those thighs and the way that dress fit on you.. why was he so weak when it came to you?

he soon noticed you walking over to him, the soft clicking of your royal heels resonating in the spacious room as you looked quite mad. actually, mad couldn’t even describe it. you were furious with him. three years, no letter, no nothing. and he comes back, looking down at you with those same captivating eyes of his that made your heart skip a beat, expecting a happy response from you.

“you leave, for three years. three whole years, you asshole! not a letter, not a single peep from you!” you hissed angrily, a hand on your hip as your pointer finger was pressing against his armor. “you really have some nerve riftan and to still act like everything’s fine?! marrying you was—!” but you felt him cut you off just as you were about to say something harsh, practically shoving his tongue down your throat as he swallowed all of your gasps and moans in his bruising kiss, his rough hand—way bigger than yours, gripping your wrist and pulling you close to his chest as his other hand snaked around your waist, resting on your back.

after a solid minute, he pulled away for air, gazing down at your flushed yet frustrated expression as you gasped out, panting softly—inches away from his lips. “don’t you dare finish that sentence.“ he hissed against your plump lips as he leaned in for another kiss, his hand on your back sliding down to your thighs, gently sliding underneath that dress of yours.

“I went through hell for you, woman, all to see your stubborn ass again. it’s been three hellish years and you’re telling me I can’t even enjoy the luxury of devouring you? no. hell to the fucking no. that just won’t do.” he whispered hoarsely between kisses, seeing your furrowed brows soften slightly at his words as he soon hoisted you up in his arms, pinning you against a wall as he devoured your lips, his rough hand already finding its way easily between your thick thighs to his desired destination. he’d apologize later, after all it’s been far too long since he’s seen those tears of pleasure streak down that pretty face of yours.

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