byrcnic

[byrcnic]

How adorable are you?

"It is what it is."

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[byrcnic]

He decides to ignore this and pretend that he didn't notice any of this before.

ღ / lance

"Hey, he asked so its not my fault what he does with this info."

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[byrcnic]

I have seen what the darkness does, said goodbye to who I was. I ain't never been away so long, Don't look back them days are gone. Follow me into the endless night,I can bring your fears to light. Show me yours and I'll show you mine, meet me in the woods tonight.

Lance Maddox and Peter Rumancek ( @byrcnic )

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surprise starter for @evanave / apocalyptic verse

"I can't change what I am, no matter who I save ... or who I love."

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𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   angsty romantic sentence starters   .  please   like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .   

I  know  everything  you  don't  want  me  to.

I  wish  you'd  love  me  when  I  turn  my  back.

I  don't  have  a  choice,  but  I  still  choose  you.

I  don't  love  you,  but  I  always  will.

i  thought  i  could  do  this,  but  i  can't.

you're  in  my  veins,  and  I  can't  get  you  out.

if  you  don't  love  me,  pretend.

don't  take  what  you  don't  need  from  me.

waiting  for  you  is  like  waiting  for  rain  in  this  drought.  useless  and  disappointing.

I  know  this  love  seems  real,  but  I  don't  know  how  to  feel.

I  could  never  find  the  words  to  ask  you  to  stay.

I  am  so  close  to  giving  up.

where  I’m  going,  you  can’t  follow

what  I’ve  got  to  do,  you  can’t  be  any  part  of.

I wish  I  had  done  everything  on  earth  with  you

i'd  never  treat  me  this  shitty.

when  i'm  away  from  you  i'm  happier  than  ever.

they’re  birds  of  a  feather  and  the  devil  can  take  them  both.

you're  the  worst  thing  that's  ever  happened  to  me

I'm  never  coming  back.

the  damage  is  done.

I  would  have  loved  you  all  my  life.

you  can  hold  my  hand  if  no  one's  home.

do  you  like  it  when  I'm  away?

if  I  went  and  hurt  my  body,  baby,  would  you  love  me  the  same?

all  my  emotions  feel  like  explosions  when  you  are  around.

I'm  a  wreck  when  I'm  without  you,  I  need  you  here  to  stay.

was  it  something  I  said  to  make  you  feel  like  you're  a  burden?

I  would  have  loved  you  all  my  life.

be  still  and  know  that  I'm  with  you.

now  I  know  your  name  but  not  who  you  are.

I'm  still  out  here  with  all  my  love.

if  you  need  me,  dear,  I'm  the  same  as  I  was.

anywhere,  I  would've  followed  you.

say  something  i'm  giving  up  i'm  you.

i'm  sorry  that  i  couldn't  get  to  you.

you're  the  one  that  i  love,  and  i'm  saying  goodbye.

please  be  honest,  are  we  better  for  it?

thought  you'd  hate  me  but  instead  you  called.

nothin'  happened  in  the  way  I  wanted.

every  corner  of  this  house  is  haunted.

i  don't  wanna  go,  think  I'll  make  it  worse.

everything  I  know  brings  me  back  to  us.

i  dont  want  your  body  but  i  hate  to  think  about  you  with  someone  else.

I  let  my  guard  down  and  then  you  pulled  the  rug.

I  know  we  weren't  perfect  but  I've  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one.

you've  walked  out  a  hundred  times,  how  was  i  supposed  to  know  this  time  you  wouldn't  come  home.

i  hate  you  for  what  you  did  but  i  miss  you  like  a  little  kid.

it  kills  me  'cause  I  know  we've  run  out  of  things  we  can  say.

I  get  the  feeling  that  you'll  never  need  me  again.

broken  down  and  hungry  for  your  love  with  no  way  to  feed  it.

i  think  i've  forgotten  how  to  love  you.

i  dream  each  night  of  some  version  of  you.

there's  no  man  as  terrified  as  the  man  who  stands  to  lose  you.

i  didn't  hear  you  leave.

i  wonder  now,  why  am  i  still  here.

i  can't  breathe  until  you're  resting  here  with  me.

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 ✧     ›     𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝟎𝟎𝟏—𝟎𝟓 Themes:  toxic romance, enemies to lovers, tension. 

[ 001 ] “I should kill you.” [ 002 ] “You talk too much.” [ 003 ] “I’ve imagined this moment. You begging.” [ 004 ] “Touch me again and see what happens.” [ 005 ] “Why do you keep showing up?” [ 006 ] “Don’t flatter yourself. I just needed a warm body.” [ 007 ] “Hate looks good on you.” [ 008 ] “Is that jealousy?” [ 009 ] “You’re lucky I need you.” [ 010 ] “You always taste like lies.” [ 011 ] “One day I’ll stop saving you.” [ 012 ] “Take your hands off me.” [ 013 ] “You’re bleeding.” [ 014 ] “I don’t care. I’m still coming with you.” [ 015 ] “That was a warning shot.” [ 016 ] “Say that again and I swear—” [ 017 ] “You want me to say it? Fine. I wanted you.” [ 018 ] “You should’ve stayed away.” [ 019 ] “Is this your plan? Seduce me into forgetting?” [ 020 ] “We both know you won’t pull the trigger.” [ 021 ] “Next time, aim for the heart.” [ 022 ] “I should let you die.” [ 023 ] “Try not to get yourself killed. I’m the only one allowed to do that.” [ 024 ] “I liked you better when you were silent.” [ 025 ] “Are you always this reckless or just around me?” [ 026 ] “Stop staring.” [ 027 ] “I didn’t ask for your help.” [ 028 ] “You were supposed to be the enemy.” [ 029 ] “Admit it. You missed me.” [ 030 ] “You’re hurt. Let me see.” [ 031 ] “You don’t get to touch me like that.” [ 032 ] “I said I hate you. I didn’t say I’d stop thinking about you.” [ 033 ] “You’re the last person I wanted to see.” [ 034 ] “You can’t keep running.” [ 035 ] “Funny how often I end up saving your life.” [ 036 ] “Shut up. You’re making this harder.” [ 037 ] “Keep your voice down. Do you want to die?” [ 038 ] “Did it mean nothing to you?” [ 039 ] “You think I don’t notice when you look at me like that?” [ 040 ] “You’re not what I expected. Worse, actually.”

[ 041 ] “Get behind me.” [ 042 ] “One night. That’s all.” [ 043 ] “We both know how this ends.” [ 044 ] “You have no idea what you do to me.” [ 045 ] “I’ve been trying not to want you.” [ 046 ] “Careful. You’re starting to sound like you care.” [ 047 ] “Try not to die. I’m not done hating you.” [ 048 ] “This changes nothing.” [ 049 ] “I’ve seen the real you. I’m still here.” [ 050 ] “You’re the worst decision I keep making.”

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Sergei Kravinoff | Kraven (2024)

requested by @aarontaylorjohnsonappreciation

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"You, get out of my way or it's gonna be your blood I'm going for," he growls.

@eniqmvtic / @byrcnic gets an unprompted Diego for anyone / any blog!

"Decide to go for blood today, did we?"

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His eyes darkened at her words, and he glared at her. The realization hit him so hard, it was like he’d been under some spell that had made it impossible for him to see, but it was clear, it had always been clear.

He growled, jaws clenched. His whole body tensing up. He inhaled deeply and now the scent was unmistakable. Maybe it was due to her agitated state that her masquerade was no longer working.

He moved closer, taking away the space she had brought between them. His hand wrapped around the wrist of her hand that had just touched him, he held it up and his dark blue eyes moved slowly from the small hand in his hard grip to her face, looking down at her.

“What have you done?” He muttered between clenched teeth, barely suppressing another growl. He didn’t wait for her answer but continued in his dark voice. “You’ve disguised yourself. Fooled everyone. Fooled your fiancé. Fooled me!”

In a sudden movement, he pulled her close, her body hit against his hard chest, his free hand gripped her hair at the back of her head, tilting her head back so she would have to look at his face as he stared down at her.

“You’re promised to my best friend when you really should belong to me. Why did you do it? - Answer!” The alpha commanded.

Quinn had spent most of her life hiding who and what she truly was. An Omega. The blonde would douse herself in perfumes and lotions to mask her scent, and for her to be able to live life as a Beta. She should've known spending time with Peter, and simply enjoying his company would affect her. The moment her hands cupped his cheeks, his reaction towards her, made her realize her mistake. Her mouth opened and closed, as she retracted her hands. Her eyes closed as his words resonated in her ears. She knew she was in trouble. "Shit, Peter! I-I can explain," she muttered in apology, whilst she stepped back, distancing herself, giving him the space he needed. Yet, her eyes remained firmly upon his as she wrapped her arms around herself, as her inner wolf was screaming.

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She wasn’t meant for him, she was promised to another – but she was made for him, and he was determined to take her, to claim her as his – in every possible way.

Seeing Quinn this afternoon with her fiancé, how the man had wrapped his arm around her waist, touched her ass – it had fueled his rage. It had fueled his desire. Her fiancé was just a beta, not worthy of her. But he was his friend. He was actually more than that, Peter owed his life to him. – And yet, it was impossible to keep away from her. He needed to be with her. He needed to be inside her.

His strong hand was wrapped around her throat possessively as he took her from behind. His lips moved at her ear, as he was groaning while ruthlessly fucking her, leaving bitemarks at the back of her neck that would be hard to cover, so she would have to wear her hair open the next few days – and it gave him great satisfaction that he would know why. First his fingers had pushed into her other entrance, prepared her. And the cries of lust she made when he finally thrust his hard cock inside her tightness, fueled his own feral hunger. Her lust matched his. She was made for him. And now he claimed every part of her. He closed his eyes, mouth opened as he gasped when he felt her clenching around him. She urged her back towards him, pushing her ass out, greedy for his thrusts, greedy to take him in.

Teeth grazed her skin below her ear, then he brought his upper body in an upright position, hand trailing over her back, which was arching beneath his touch. He gripped her by the hips, holding her so firmly. He pulled back, almost leaving her completely and he had to tighten his grip as he felt her push back, so needy for more, his fingers digging so deeply into her flesh they would leave more marks on her skin. He paused for a moment.

“You’re all mine,” he breathed in his dark voice.

And then he thrust into her, deeper and harder, filling her so perfectly. All of her, he took all of her, relentlessly.

@byrcnic asked ❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞ he growls into quinn's ear / because it's sinday

Jesus Christ. Every time they were together, it was always like this. Quinn's body reacted in such a way to his proximity. The way his rough hands felt touching her skin. Igniting the fire within. Mouths meshed, as their tongues battled, fighting for dominance. Which she readily gave into. Melting into his touch. Within moments, their clothes were shed. He was bending her body in such a way that he had her screaming his name. Her body was a temple, but it was his. She was his. The blonde was desperate and wanton, and when he took her from behind, he entered her tight canal. "Fuck, Peter. Yes," she cried out unashamedly. "I love it when you have your wicked way. Take me...take me," she pleaded as she pushed her backside further into him.

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As his alpha, Peter had sworn to protect the other wolf that had submitted to him. But he very soon realized that the younger wolf did not only look up to him as a protector. And the boy’s sweetness and the almost shy looks he gave him, awoke some very carnal desires. Little touches had soon become more. The way the wolf cub searched for his presence, the way the boy leaned into him whenever Peter put his arm around his shoulder had given away how willing the green-eyed boy was to submit to his new alpha in every way.

Demanding kisses that Max answered with a sweet hunger of his own had led to hands tearing off clothes and naked bodies intertwining. Though Peter wasn’t too patient in his greedy lust, he tried to be careful with the younger male and paid attention to every little reaction he gave. And when the alpha first entered him, he watched that pretty face contort with lust. He kissed those gaping lips as he took more and more, relishing this delicate feeling.

He had taken Max lying on his back first, but he wanted the boy to feel only him. He got up, still connected with him, wrapped those long legs round his waist, holding them up with his strong arms, and Max’ arms freely held onto his neck and shoulder. Lips still locked, he rocked his hips hard, slamming into Max perfect ass, lifting the smaller body up and making him bounce on his hard cock. This way the younger male could feel him more intensely, and only him.  

from @lostliketearsinrain

Peter/Max

Max couldn't believe that he was hanging onto his new Alpha like this, panting hard, as the Alpha's thick hard cock continued to pound into him. He had never been so attracted to someone before, never felt that heat in the pit of his stomach, that need to have someone before he met Peter. His New Alpha.

He didn't think himself worthy enough to have the Alpha buried deep in his ass, and yet, here he was, his arms over his shoulders, kissing him, and moaning his name, begging his Alpha for more, begging him to claim him as his. As his strong Alpha held him up, bouncing him up and down on his cock.

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He saw that little grin in the flash of the light. And instead of making him frown more, his eyes widened at the sight. Sure, the boy was making fun of him, annoying the shit out of him, but even he could not deny how beautiful his features were. And how that little mischievous grin made them even more appealing.

“You shut up and go back to sleep. We have a long walk ahead of us tomorrow. And I don’t want to hear you complaining that you’re too tired to walk.” He paused after speaking three full sentences. That was probably the longest he’d ever talked to the boy. And that thought made him grunt. He tried to turn and lie on his back, but the tent was too small. So when he moved, he had to press his body closer to the boy’s. They had separate blankets wrapped around their bodies, so they didn’t really touch, and in other situations, when there was danger, he had held the boy – the pest – even closer, but this was different. And it didn’t make sense that it was different. He moved back into his original position to lie on his side facing Lance, whose too appealing face was way too close now. He could feel his breath. Damn, he could even feel the draft of the air when his eyelids fluttered.

Brow raised at the denial, maintaining eye contact as he pushed up slightly on his arm. He'd been awake for a small while now, a particularly long rumble of thunder pulling him out of dreamless sleep. Dreamless was better these days. He'd always been a light sleeper, now so more than ever.

Lance had always been a form of instigator, pushing buttons and offering resistance had always been an MO of his, but he'd be the first to admit antagonizing someone who was capable of killing you was not the wisest choice. However, he trusted Peter, probably more than he should have. Lance still didnt have a clear idea why Peter had purposefully found him, but, regardless, he'd kept him alive and hadnt left him for dead, which meant something. He trusted him, and with the trust came the unfortunate more brat side of him.

Soft ghost of a grin flitted on his features, illuminated for a brief moment by another lightning strike, thunder matching almost the sound of the growl, "you're not a good liar, you know that?"

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The professor kept standing in the middle of his office, looking at the blond, who should not be here, not at this hour. His eyes widened when Evan told him that he wasn’t okay, but they narrowed and he frowned when the boy continued to speak, accusing him. It made no sense.

“What are you talking about?” He realized that his voice might be too loud, so he lowered it and took a step forward, so it would be easier for Evan to hear him – but not anyone who might pass the door in the hallway. “You are in my office,” he tried with stating the obvious. “That is not what I’d call keeping away.” He shook his head, his hand rubbing over his face, as if that could clear his mind – as if that was possible with Evan this close… and with his blond hair being in such a mess that his fingers tingled as if they longed to run through it, grab it. Fuck. He growled. Then his eyes met the boy’s who must have heard that – and likely misunderstood that sound. But wouldn’t it be better that way?

“I don’t want you here. I don’t want you at all. That clear? And nothing happened in Italy. Nothing. You understand? Nothing.” He couldn't look at him as he spoke. And why was his chest heaving all of a sudden? Why was breathing suddenly so damn hard?

See, he was contemplating about leaving and pretending he never had been in here in the first place, but that thought never could be put into action when the door opened and the owner of this office entered. Dammit, now there was no way around this and maybe, part of him was glad about it. Ever since that study trip nothing was the same and the blond was close to losing his mind over it.

"Yeah, I am... Actually, no I'm not. I mean — I don't know." Brow furrowed and lips pressed together momentarily. Avoided the question of how he got in here on purpose as he had promised a fellow student, who Evan had caught picking the lock to Peter's office to get their hands on the latest exams or something, not to tell on them. So, instead he kinda got straight to the point — or tried to, because he couldn't form a proper thought ever since he saw what his professor was wearing today. Even less now that he was right in front of him. It's like he wants to torture him on purpose.

"Why are you doing this?" The blond asked, gesturing at his professor as if he had a clue what he was talking about. "I respect to stay away, but at least do your part too." Not that it was his fault it felt like he was a goddamn teenager again, unable to control his hormones and not a normal functioning twenty-four year old, like he actually was.

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His face was buried in her soft hair, he breathed in her sweet scent. Her body was so delicate in his strong arms, and yet he didn’t let go, but only held her firmer in his grip. Even when she started squirming and yelling and hitting him, he only held her pressed against his heaving chest, inside which his cold heart was pounding fiercely.

Her words were as sharp as daggers, but they didn’t make him flinch.

“You’re right to hate me,” he growled, lips moving to her ear. “Hate me. Despise me. Curse me.” He was already cursed. He was despised by mankind for his true nature. And he hated himself more than anyone else could have.

One big hand moved up to hold her throat, felt the blood pulsing through her veins, felt the air breathing through her windpipe. So fragile. So easy to break.

The wolf inside him was thirsty. But the man was even hungrier. He had been wanting her all this time, but he had held back afraid she would hate him when she saw, when she get to feel his true self – but she already hated him, hated the man that tried to be better, that tried to do the right thing, that tried to keep his selfish needs in rein. But it was as impossible to keep his human desires under control, as it was impossible to cage in the wolf.

He carried her away from the door, carried her further into the room and tossed her onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Hate me. But don’t lie that you don’t want me with you.” He crawled onto the bed. Closer to her, and his voice became darker, his eyes piercing like the animal he was. “That you want me to have you.” He had seen her desire in her innocent eyes. He had felt it in the way she reacted to his touch. Her lust was concealed by her timid nature, but her outburst just now had proven him that she was full of passion. And this had further fueled his appetite.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ of course , what did she expect ? did she expect him to chase after her , like she mattered in any way other than the nice words he said to her ? did she even want him to at this point ? her locks about her face were wild , curly & untamed . she had not brushed her hair in a while , just let it be ; what was the point ? she wasn't eating or sleeping either , why did she care what her hair looked like ? the only thing that kept her from crumpling to the ground was the sheer determination in her not to allow him to see her how broken she was . she refused to let him see how he had done this to her , how it was his fault . she gave him the benefit of the doubt on a lot , but this time , she couldn't .

she balls her small fists at her sides , accompanying in the sorrowful display . was she overreacting ? was she being dramatic about this ? did it even matter ?! she never vocalized this before , & never against him ; why would she ? she was unclear as to if she was hurt or angry , or maybe both . she cares , she cares about him deeply & all he can do is turn away from her ?

she was not entertaining this any longer , she couldn't take it . she makes sure her coat is right on her lithe shoulders , about to say one last thing , but throwing that idea out as she just makes her way to the door . she is just about to touch the knob , when she gasps , a cry of another variety leaving her as she is lifted off of her feet , now dangling in mid air . last time he did this , they both were laughing so hard she could not breathe , her face all red & hair also a mess . now , he was using it to his advantage , which was wholly unfair . his words cause a poorly surprised shiver to course through her , his lips searing , before she comes back to herself .

" l -- let me g -- go ! " she weakly flails in his hold , the tears again coming unbidden & very much unwelcome . this is all she wanted , for him to hold her & assure her all would be okay , & instead what does he do ? he waits till she is at her breaking point to do this ? " I . . . . I h -- hate y -- you ! " she takes one of her fists , pounding it against his arm , with no actual strength behind it , nor is there any conviction behind her words . she just doesn't want to feel this way , wants to move on , or whatever it is that is going to happen . ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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