#I'm in a blue lock mood lols

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Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #3

I have no excuse for this I just wanna yell about the boys

-Barou watches Bluey. He claims it's because of his two sisters but really he finds it incredibly comforting. His favorite character is Muffin (His favorite quote is "Muffin, NO!") If you call him out on it he'll get all embarrassed and claim it's for babies. This doesn't really change even after Isagi told him he watches it too- but he's not nearly as flustered post that.

- Chigiri sleeps like the dead. He gets up fine in the morning, but any time between then and bedtime he’s unmovable. The world could be ending and every catastrophe ever could be going down and he’ll just roll over and carry on snoring.

- Rin won't ever admit it, but he has such a soft spot for Bachira. The little gremlin wormed his way into his heart without any warning and- if you pay close enough attention, it shows. "This is gross, you take it" He'd say as he trades a meal with Bachira knowing the smaller boy loves it. "I only picked him because he's useful" after reuniting him with Isagi. "You're embarrassing. I guess I can teach you." He'd say while tutoring Bachira in English even AFTER he said he wouldn't.

-Reo's amazing at doing hair. Sometimes he'll force Chigiri to sit down so he could do his braid for him (it always looks amazing) claiming "You take forever. I'm doing it." But really he just wants to talk with the redhead about whatever (50% He's venting about Nagi, 50% it's everything from K-Drama's he's into, Team V shenanigans to various other topics). Chigiri can't fight him on it- and even if he could, he rather enjoys Reo doing his hair for him- plus he's really entertaining the way he tells stories.

- For the longest time, Nagi thought Half-Baked ice cream meant it was baked halfway in the oven before frozen. One time he got a craving and wanted some, but only had vanilla. And a microwave. Chigiri and Barou came back to find a burnt mess of ice cream in the microwave and a shamed Nagi.

-Despite his last name meaning "Happy Bee", Bachira has a strong dislike for the buzzing insects. Some say he was stung a lot as a kid, others say he might be allergic. Really though- Bachira doesn't like them cause one day he had a slushy and they got into his drink. He's never recovered since. He doesn't mind it when Isagi calls him "Bumble Bee" though. (Credit to you friend- you know who you are :D)

-Aryu's terrified of seagulls. Not only are they "So not glam" but they insist on attacking him any time he goes to the beach. (When he poses, his hair somehow catches one). He's also terrified of birds period- if one gets too close you can expect to hear him squawk and run for safety.

-Niko and Isagi have movie nights. They aren't much of a set up- Niko gets his phone back, Isagi somewhat convinces Karasu to share some of his "Snack Stash", and the two get comfy around the small screen watching whatever anime they're addicted to at the moment. They also break into song alot whenever an opening slaps. (May or may not have been told to "SHUT THE F*CK UP" by their teammates a few times).

-Hiori smiled at Rin once. It was so effective on him Rin walked straight into the doorframe of one of the sliding doors. Unfortunately for him Bachira and Isagi witnessed it and will never let him live it down. (They become his little statue muses like in Hercules- "It's okay, your in lo-" "Finish that sentence and I'll strangle you with your own shoelaces.")

-Bachira is very cuddly; he'll walk up to whomever and just wrap his arms around them from behind. He especially does this to Isagi whenever the other boy is trying to explain his spacial awareness or whatever. It's a 50/50 shot on whether he'll simply hug him or he'll start tickling him mid conversation- forcing Isagi to laugh so hard he can't finish the sentence.

-Gagamaru tends to put his whole face into whatever he's looking at. If you show him something on your phone he'll lean in so he's inches from it. Some figured he's nearsighted and needs glasses, but really it's just one of Gagamaru's many quirks.

-Someone once told Tokimitsu he radiated "Kirby energy". He didn't know what that meant but when he told his teammates Rin kinda gave him a once over and said: "Accurate." To this day Tokimitsu still doesn't get what that means.

-Kunigami hates horror movies; Chigiri lives for them. 50% of their movie nights consist of the hero hiding behind him while Chigiri snickers at the antics going onscreen.

[intheticklecloset]

Barista's Choice Coffee Shot

BachIsagi (Blue Lock)

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“Uh-oh, did I find a good spot?”

“IHIHIHIHIHISAGI!!”

Aryu and Tokimitsu exchanged knowing smiles, and Rin rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

Bachira’s arms were clamped to his sides, his legs pumping the air wildly like he was trying to ride a bicycle out of his situation, head tossed back as throes of laughter spilled from his lips. Above him, Isagi knelt at his side, fingers digging deep into his armpits. Or, trying to, anyway. It was hard to keep up when the smaller boy was writhing around like that.

Still, he was determined.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHE ISAGI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira pleaded, rolling onto his side to try and escape but only succeeding in giving his boyfriend an easier way to drive him crazy with tickles.

“Please what?” Isagi teased, hurriedly straddling his hip and prying one arm up so he could more easily access the ticklish hollow of his armpit. “Please keep going? I’d be happy to!”

Bachira’s back arched as he burst into a fresh round of cackling, trying and failing to roll back over, bring his arm down, anything at all. He couldn’t use his other arm to try and fight him off now – he was lying on top of it and couldn’t even reach Isagi if he tried to!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira cried, a snort slipping out of him that made him blush and Isagi’s eyes light up with elation. “NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“I’ve never gotten you to snort before!” Isagi exclaimed, shifting positions again so he was practically lying on top of the smaller boy, arm stretched even higher above him now as the blue-eyed striker scritched his nails into his underarm relentlessly.

The brunette’s laughter went silent for a moment, his blush turning from a pale pink to a rose red in seconds. Isagi smirked. He knew it flustered Bachira out of his mind to get up in his personal space like this when he was being tickled, and now that he’d heard him snort once, he was determined to make him do it again.

“Aww, you’re not even protesting anymore. Are you loving this, bumblebee?” he teased softly, leaning down to kiss his neck.

“EEEP!!” Bachira squealed, trying his best to scrunch up in his helpless position.

“Oh? Ticklish here, too?” Isagi moved his tickling around to Bachira’s shoulder blades, kissing his neck again at the same time.

It was only a couple of seconds before he felt Bachira tapping out on his own back.

“Ehehehehehehenough,” the brunette wheezed, mirthful tears threatening to spill. “Plehehehease, Isagi.”

Knowing a full stop when he saw one, Isagi relented immediately, moving his kisses to Bachira’s cheeks and his hands down to his waist, holding him as close as he could in this awkward position they’d found themselves in.

“God, I love you,” he murmured into his boyfriend’s hair.

Bachira grinned up at the ceiling as he caught his breath and pulled him in closer. “I loved you first.”

[st7rnioioss]

ੈ‧₊˚ waterlilies

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: FLUFFF and a lot of it, kissing

word count: 648 i think (I CANNOT WRITE LONG FLUFF)

i HAD to link an arctic monkeys song. listen to it while reading if you bother lol.

working on some requests!! i love y’all’s ideas🤍

anyways, i love painting myself so this was fun to write. felt in the mood soooooo HERES A GOOD OLD FLUFF😇

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“So, what do you think? Is it good?” you smiled, holding up the paper in front of you.

Your whole life you had been fascinated with painting, specifically water colouring. The way the thin paint blended in with the other colours, layering it to give it depth, the tiny details you could add, and overall just the mood of it.

This past month you had been really into it. Painting a pond with water lilies, a green forest turning orange as the seasons changes from summer to fall, and a lot more. You usually kept all your small paintings in a notebook (with water lilies on) the same size as the paper.

Matt was your biggest supporter. He loved your paintings, but not as much as he loved watching you paint. Your concentration face, tongue slightly poking out through your lips, eyebrows frowned, the sun hitting your facial features just right.

He could just gaze at you for hours, here and there telling you how good the painting looked or how good you looked. This would often result in you smiling, blushing and looking away. He just joined in, laughing as he threw his arms around you, plastering your face and head with kisses. He loved your laugh so much. Well, to be honest, it usually ended up in the bedroom. But that’s not the point.

“I love it. I swear, you get better every time,” Matt said, his hand holding his head up, the other one holding your hand across the table, studying the painting.

“Can I have it? I want to frame it.” Matt smiled, taking the painting from your hand, his eyes scanning it.

A turquoise blue pond, water lilies floating on top of it, surrounded by tall dark green trees. You knew Matt liked forests, so while painting the pond you added the trees and the rest of the forest, of course, adding your signature water lilies on top.

You loved water lilies, and Matt seemed to love them too. He had gotten a small one tattooed on his inner wrist, and when you asked him the day he got it, why he got it, he just told you that ‘Water lilies remind me of you’

“Of course you can. I’ll find a frame, we can do it right now,” you said as you stood up from your chair, on your way to the basement.

That was until Matt caught you, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, tickling you.

“Got you!” he chuckled.

“Hey! Matt!” you laughed uncontrollably, your hands gripping his strong arms. He started laughing as well, kissing your neck, cheek, forehead, and now turning you around to kiss your lips. He cupped your face with his hands gently, your own hands ruffling through his hair.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away from this kiss, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too,” you smiled liked a little kid, holding his hands. Matt then decided to totally betray you and tickle you again.

“Matt, stop!” you screamed, both of you laughing so hard you fell to the floor.

He stopped tickling you, both of you panting, but still giggling. You rested your head on his chest, intertwining your fingers slowly.

“You know I love your laugh,” he smiled at you. You looked up at him, his eyes already locked on yours as you chuckled a bit. His words always managed to make you blush like crazy.

“Look who’s blushing, huh?” Matt teased, pinching your cheek as he started laughing again.

“I am not!” you giggled, covering your face with your hands, covering in dried up paint.

“You so are!” he kept teasing, leaning over your body to kiss your face again, one hand beside your head, the other gripping your hip. You just lied there for a bit, kissing each other, blushing, smiling, kissing again, leaving hickeys here and there.

“Ouch, we should get up. This floor isn’t so comfortable after all,” you chuckled, pulling away from his, now swollen, red lips. He got up from the top of you, picking you up by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your legs.

“Matt!” you giggled. “Put me down right now!”

“Nope, not happening. I’m taking you to the bedroom.” he chuckled, a smirk growing on his lips.

a/n: hope u like it!! lots of love💕

[buckybabesonly]

An Experiment in Jealousy

Summary: You decided to try and make Bucky jealous. Now, you would pay the price.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Self-indulgent porn without plot tbh, lol

Warnings: slightly rough sex, dirty talk, slight!daddy kink, unprotected sex

Length: 2k

Bucky was the first man to ever make love to you. And boy, did he do everything right. He loved to pepper kisses all over your skin, worship your body, whisper I love yous and I'm so lucky to have yous against your mouth as he thrust into you slowly every night, eyes locked with yours as you both reached your climax.

Sometimes, less often, he would fuck you. When you had a fight and the inevitable make-up sex happened, or when you were just in one of those moods and ripped off his clothes with such ferocity that he just knew what you wanted, or when you told him outright that you wanted it fast and hard instead of gentle and slow.

Tonight, you knew what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, to own you.

And so you had spent the whole night flirting with Steve, playing it in such a way that just about bordered platonic without being too outrageous, but just enough to get Bucky ticking. This, coupled with how you had absolutely iced your boyfriend out all night and instead spoken to Steve with laser focus, would absolutely get you what you wanted. You were certain of it.

You watched Bucky from the other end of the bar to discreetly observe his reactions, his leather-gloved hand wrapped around a beer bottle, the other one lifting up to brush against his lightly stubbled jaw as he observed you. He took a sip of beer, his eyes piercing, and you could tell he was gently seething.

You suppressed a smile. Jackpot.

Bucky all but slammed you against the door of your shared apartment as soon as you had closed it, pressing up against you firmly as you gasped at his sudden movement. His hands framed either side of your head, body trapping you in place as you stared up at his icy blue eyes.

"Is that how you want to play, doll?" he murmured, gritting his teeth as your chest heaved against his.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, not even pretending to be coy. You knew that he knew exactly what you were playing at, and now it was time to cash in.

"Please, what?" Bucky all but snarled, cocking his head to the side as you blinked at him.

"I need it. Need you."

"So desperate for my cock, are you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Bucky asked, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

His words sent delicious chills down your spine, arousal shooting straight to your core. Your hands grasped his leather jacket, moving to peel it off, but his hands were lightning. They wrapped themselves around your wrists and held them back against the door with a gentle thwack.

"No," he said sternly. "You need to be punished."

Your pussy was practically dripping. You were so wet that you were almost convinced he would be able to smell your arousal soaking through your panties.

"How are you going to punish me, daddy?" you asked in a faux-nervous voice, feeling his hard-on through his jeans already, heavy against your inner thigh. You knew he liked it when you called him that.

"On your knees," he said in his deep, authoritative voice, eyes daring you to object. His tone was void of his usual gentleness. Tonight, he meant business.

You sank down to the floor as he worked at his belt, unfastening the piece of leather and letting it snake to the floor.

"Take it out," he instructed.

You reached out and unzipped his jeans obediently, looking up at him with large, innocent eyes. You touched his bulge over his boxers as he sucked in a ragged breath, unable to hide the effect you had on him despite himself.

Tugging down the waistband of his underwear, his cock sprung free, thick and heavy and red, the velvety head waiting to be sheathed inside your mouth.

"Suck it and make daddy feel good," he commanded, his fingers lacing themselves through your hair.

You didn't need to be told twice. You opened your mouth and wasted no time in swallowing up his cock, his length barely fitting inside your mouth, but you tried your best. You relished the taste of him, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum, urging yourself to take him deeper and farther down your throat no matter how your gag-reflex protested at the intrusion.

Your eyes teared up as he began to gently fuck your mouth, his hands tugging on your hair without the actual force to hurt you, but encouraging you to take more and more of him into your mouth.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, head rolling back in pleasure as you served him, your mouth forming a suction around his fat cock, your tongue gliding up the length of his dick as you released him with a pop.

Your eyes were wet as you dived in again to taste him, so addictive, enough to make you feel so fucking horny.

For a good five minutes, the only sounds filling the room were his dirty praises and the gargle of you choking on his cock. Eventually you couldn't hold in your needy whines any longer.

"Please, can you put it inside me?" you begged.

"Mmm. I don't know if you deserve it."

Panic flashed briefly within you. Bucky had been known to deny you of release before when you had been particularly naughty, and you mewled in protest. You didn't want to be teased tonight.

"Please, I'll be good. Need you inside me. Don't you want to come inside my tight pussy?" You knew exactly what words would make him attack you hungrily like predator on prey.

Bucky snarled and bent down to grasp your upper arms, jerking you upright to your feet. He shucked off his jeans which were still pooled around his ankles and picked you up with ease, bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto your bed like you weighed nothing.

He shrugged off his jacket and tore his shirt off so he was completely naked, his muscular chest and arms flexing as he undressed. You were still on your back as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. You watched as he hitched up the bottom of your dress so it rolled up to your waist, pulling down the neckline so your breasts fell out and presented themselves to him.

"You want this?" he asked, slapping his cock against your pussy through your panties. His hands reached down to grab your tits, squeezing roughly.

"Please, please, please," you chanted like a mantra, hands reaching out for him. You pushed your panties aside with one hand and took his cock in the other, urging him to go inside.

"Needy, aren't we?" Bucky chuckled, biting down on his lower lip. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, doll."

"I want your cock in my cunt," you said desperately, wanting - no, needing to be filled by him. "I want you to fuck me like the fuckdoll I am. I want you to cum inside me, please - Bucky!" You screamed out when he suddenly thrust inside you without warning, without letting you adjust as he entered you all at once.

He bottomed out with a groan, his cock stretching your tight hole.

"Oh god, Bucky," you moaned as he moved with ruthless speed, fucking in and out of your pussy with such force that your tits bounced with every movement. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you angrily, tongue sliding into your mouth.

"This cunt is mine," he hissed, punctuating every word with a sharp jerk of his hips. "No one else. You belong to me. Say it."

"I - ah - belong to - ah - I belong you you, Bucky!" you whined, struggling to catch your breath. "Wait, not so fast, please," you moaned as he hit that spot deep inside your cervix with no mercy.

He didn't stop his pace, only moved to prop your legs up over his shoulders to allow him even better access to you, his cock seemingly sinking even deeper into you, in a way that felt impossible. You felt so full, so over-stimulated, you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Not so fast?" Bucky repeated with a humorless laugh, mocking you. "You wanted it to badly before, doll. I'm just giving it to you."

"Ah -Bucky - " tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make a coherent sentence.

"Love how you're clenching around my cock. You were made to take my cock, to be filled up by me," Bucky said, the words making you wetter by the minute. "Gonna cum inside you, doll, gonna give you every last drop. Gonna remind you who you belong to. Gonna pound my cock into you until you beg me to stop."

"Daddy, please, cum inside me," you gasped. You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, that feeling of pleasure creeping up slowly until you found yourself begging Bucky to keep going. "Please don't stop, don't stop, i'm almost there. Please keep fucking me, Bucky!"

A feral noise left Bucky's mouth as his cock continued to dive in and out of your sore pussy, never once faltering. You knew he could feel it when you clenched around him with a gasp, stars blinding your eyes as you came, his name falling off your tongue.

"Oh god," you gasped, heart beating rapidly as Bucky never stopped moving, smirking at your shaking form.

His hands reached down to flick at your clit as you squirmed, too sensitive.

"Bucky, no," you whined weakly, the pleasure too much for you as he continued to play with your pussy all the while his shaft disappeared into your cunt again and again, slick with your juices.

"You can do it one more time, doll, I know you can. Cum for daddy," Bucky grunted.

"Are you gonna cum inside me?" you asked as you felt the burning beginnings of another orgasm slowly stir inside you, biting on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from screaming. Your hands made their way to Bucky's neck, pulling him down to kiss you again.

"You're my cumslut, aren't you?" Bucky asked, eyes boring into mine. "Or do you want me to cum on your tits? Your face?"

The image of him painting your face white with his semen was almost too much. Tempting, but you knew you wanted it all in you tonight.

"Inside," you requested, almost begging.

He grunted in acknowledgement, and you knew he was close as he continued to draw circles around your clit.

He sped up the pace, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard behind you, vibranium hand crushing the wood as his hips stuttered. He groaned loudly as he shot his seed inside you, unloading his cum inside your willing cunt.

"Fuck, doll, you feel so fucking good," he hissed.

It was your second undoing at the feeling of him filling you up, and you unraveled seconds after he did, tears streaming down your face at the absolute electric pleasure of it.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you sweating and panting, his lips burying themselves against your neck.

"God, that was fucking incredible," he said eventually, slightly out of breath. His cock was still inside your pussy, and you whimpered at the feeling of him sliding out of your hole as he softened, his cum following suit.

"You're leaking out of me," you sniffed in protest.

Bucky reached down to deftly slide three fingers into your used cunt, inciting a squeal from your lips, a teasing smile on his face as he lifted his head to look at you, challenging you.

His fingers fucked you, fucking his cum back inside, playing with it as you almost sobbed out loud at the feeling. Eventually he withdrew his hand and lifted his digits to your mouth, which you opened automatically.

You licked him clean, the taste of your combined fluids making you shiver with delight.

"Mmm, Bucky..."

You felt your eyes grow heavy as you finally came down from the high, but you could feel Bucky growing hard against you again, his hand pumping his cock to encourage it.

"Doll, we're not even nearly finished yet."

[nickfowlerrr]

call it what you want to

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. pet names. dirty thoughts. uhhhh that's all? also not sure what trope this is lol but when i nail it down, i'll add it. i'm thinking it's just friends to lovers? frenemies to lovers maybe? idk lol.

words: 3.1k

notes: this was my attempt at writing a stand alone, less than 1k drabble. it did not go well. there will definitely be more lmao. eventually. <3 hope you guys like this, and thank you in advance for reading. as always, feeback and reblogs are more than welcome and are so appreciated! let me know your thoughts :)

“Fuck!”

Your voice echoed in the hallway of the apartment complex as you stared down at your take out now spilled all over the floor.

“Stupid goddamn key,” you cursed again, the key to your apartment caught in the metal loop of your lanyard. Truthfully, you knew you had too many keychains and this happened every time you had to jingle your keys from your bag. You should’ve set the food down, but you were too impatient to get inside.

While you struggled with your keys, the door to the apartment down the hall opened, the sound of it catching your attention.

You looked over and then quickly away as you saw him. As if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, of course he had to be a witness to the mess that was you for the second time this week.

“Locked out again?” the tall, built brunette asked as he walked down the hall, his brilliant blue eyes set on you.

“No,” you grumbled, avoiding his gaze as you tried to free your key from the lock of rings it had become stuck in.

He stopped right next to you and you took a deep breath as you felt him watching you intently, analyzing the predicament you'd found yourself in. His eyes were on you for too long, making you more flustered than you already were, before they fell to the food laying on the ground by your feet.

He raised a brow before looking back up at you, leaning against the wall beside him, crossing his arms as he examined you further but continuing to say absolutely nothing.

“Is there a reason you’re staring, Mr. Barnes?” you huffed, annoyed.

“Mr. Barnes?” he questioned. “I’m not 80.”

“Could've fooled me," you mumbled under your breath with a roll of your eyes, "damn it," you whined, growing more and more frustrated at your lack of success in getting your key unstuck. You began shaking the set of keys from the base of the lanyard, hoping to get it free that way.

He grabbed the keys from your hand with a scoff and you watched as he easily pulled the key out of the rings it was caught in before dangling them in front of you.

You narrowed your eyes as you scowled at him and his obnoxiously smug face. Reaching to snatch the keys from him, he pulled them back right before you had them in your grasp. You could’ve growled with how irritated you were.

“I’m not in the mood, James. Give me my keys,” you demanded.

“James?” he repeated, sounding even more offended than before. "Christ, doll, let's go back to Barnes."

"I told you to stop calling me pet names not more than.. two days ago, did I not?" You shot him another sharp look as he smirked in response.

"Well, I believe your exact words were, 'Bucky, if you call me sweetheart one more time tonight, I'm going to file an official complaint against you with management for harassment'," he quoted you verbatim.

Your mouth parted as you furrowed your brows, you couldn't help how obviously taken aback you were at his apparent perfect memory and he smiled at the impressed look on your face.

"Huh, so you remember exactly what I said, and yet," you tittered humorlessly, "you're still doing it."

"You said nothing about being called 'doll' and your warning was clearly for that night only, so," he shrugged, blue eyes still on you while he simpered.

"Were you not on your way somewhere?"

"I was," he nodded before he pushed away from the wall, beginning to walk past you as you watched him, turning to follow his movements, dumbfounded at his dismissal. “I am,” he finished smoothly as he kept walking.

"The hell you are," you called after him, following him down the hall. "Give me my keys."

"Okay," he said, continuing to the stairwell. You scoffed in disbelief as you followed him through the doors and down the steps.

"Now," you specified as if he didn't know what you meant in the first place.

He seemed to fly down the stairs as he ignored you and you huffed in annoyance, resigning yourself to following him all the way down. When you reached the first floor, he was waiting for you with a boyish grin.

You shot daggers at him as you scowled, putting your hand out, palm up for him to drop your keys into. He looked at your hand quizzically, an eyebrow quirked before he took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, brushing them across your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat and you embarrassingly felt your breath catch in your throat the moment his eyes looked up to meet yours, the bright blues twinkling as his soft lips lingered on your hand.

It wasn't even a second before you pulled your hand away like he'd burned you.

You swallowed hard, standing straighter as you eyed him.

"Well, definitely gonna be making that harassment complaint now," you said, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his actions and the way his bright, easy smile had your heart fluttering.

"I don't think you'll have to go through the trouble. I'm thinking about moving out next month," he told you.

You felt your face drop slightly as you blinked at the news, a wave of disappointment and sadness running over you. "Oh," was all you breathed.

You both stood there for a moment, a charged silence between you and your neighbor begrudgingly turned, dare you say, friend...

Would he consider you a friend? Did he consider you at all? Of course he did. You'd been hanging out at least weekly for the past almost three months. You were friends. Right?

You forced the ridiculous thoughts away, not needing to dwell on them. It didn't matter.

"You just moved in a few months ago, you're trynna leaving already?" you asking trying to sound nonchalant.

He kept his eyes on you, and you could feel him keenly watching your every reaction. You just prayed he couldn't see too much. You didn't need to embarrass yourself anymore today.

His tongue jutted out past his pink lips before his ever-present smirk returned. "No, I'm not. Just wanted to see your reaction. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little let down there, sweetheart."

You clicked your tongue, scoffing while you fought a smile as you eyed him challengingly. "Good thing you know better, then."

"Good thing," he nodded as he smiled wittingly at you.

"Can I have my keys back now?"

He took a deep breath in through his nose and out before turning around to continue out the gate and down the street.

"After we eat," he said over his shoulder, expecting you to follow him. "We're going to that Chinese place I was telling you about the other day." He held the gate for you and after a second, you walked out, waiting for him to lead the way. As easy as it would be for you to argue, you were starving.

"You're lucky I'm hungry, Barnes."

You were walking side by side as you felt him look over at you, simpering. You looked over to him in return and despite the brisk air hitting your face as you walked, your skin felt flushed - the look in his eyes causing warmth to rise under your cheeks as your own eyes flitted away, back to the street in front of you. You took a grounding breath.

“Lucky for a lot of reasons, doll. Guess good timing’s one of ‘em.”

"Joe's gonna have my ass if he sees the food I dropped on the floor," you laughed as you remembered the mess you’d left outside your apartment door. Bucky looked straight ahead then, too, unconsciously puffing out his chest as he brought his shoulders back and stood straighter. In that moment, you couldn’t help but admire how built he was, his tall stature and muscular frame. You wondered if he noticed the people who were avoiding him as they walked by, or the ones who ogled him as they passed. You certainly did.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Just take him up on that coffee date he keeps asking you for and he'll be cleaning it up himself." The normal levity his voice carried when he spoke to you was gone. He sounded...off, maybe a little huffy. You weren't sure why.

"How do you know about that?" you asked.

He took a second before he responded, a smirk gracing his face once again as he looked at you. "Thin walls," he answered, his eyes running up and down your figure as you faltered for just a moment, keeping your gaze ahead of you.

"Thin walls? Or super hearing?"

"A bit of both, maybe," he considered as he walked a bit closer to you. When he took another step near you, his arm brushing yours, you stopped walking, glancing over to him but not turning to face him head on. He leaned into you and spoke near your ear, his breath warm on your wind chilled skin, "You'd be surprised all the things I'm able to hear. Even the tiniest little squeaks in the middle of the night."

His voice was quiet and close and so damn suggestive. It made your stomach flip and sent a tingle through you as you took an unintentionally shaky breath at his proximity.

He leaned further past you and when your eyes followed his movements in front of and across your body, you realized you were standing in front of the restaurant, and he was pulling the door open for you.

When you finally managed to bring yourself to look at him, he was wearing a cocksure smile, while you worked hard to make sure you didn't let your mortification show, tried to play it cool like you had no idea what he could possibly be referring to. But with the way he was looking so sure and satisfied, you must have failed.

You cleared your throat as you turned sharply to walk past him into the restaurant, through the door he was holding for you. The second you stepped in, he was right behind you. You were halted in your path almost immediately after walking further inside as a man was leaving. There was a tight little hallway that led from the front entrance to the rest of the restaurant and you almost ran into him in the tight space, apologizing as you pressed yourself closer to the wall next to you so you didn’t touch him. There was a feeling of self consciousness threating to take over as you assessed the space you were taking up as opposed to that of the people trying to pass you. It was evident, at least in your mind, that you were the problem. You figured it'd be best to just back up out of the hallway and let them walk by without being so in the way. So caught up in your distance between you and the people in front of you, you hadn’t even recognized Bucky’s chest at your back, or your ass unintentionally flush against his crotch until his metal hand gripped your hip when you wiggled back to make room for the new people who were leaving.

You heard his sharp inhale as he held you still and wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t be able to keep embarrassing yourself. You weren't sure if you should mention it and apologize or just act like nothing happened…

“Sorry,” you breathed. Bucky didn’t respond, only squeezed your hip lightly again.

When the people who were leaving were past you, you turned your head to look at Bucky. “Go in front,” you ordered a bit snippy, not wanting to lead the way. You’d never been here and you didn’t know where to go and you were, understandably, already feeling flustered.

“Can't,” he responded, voice tight, urging you forward with his hand still on your hip. Your eyes widened though he couldn’t see before your brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Are you joking?”

“You were just wiggling your ass against me, doll, it’s not like I’m doing it on purpose. I’m only human,”

“Well I didn’t do it on purpose, either,” you hissed quietly. "I can't believe you,"

Truth be told, Bucky couldn't believe himself either. He had a lot more self control than most, and such a light touch from anyone would never have him this visibly worked up. But the second you grazed against him, he immediately felt his cock stirring. It certainly didn't help that he'd only just been replaying the sounds of your desperate little moans, the ones he hears in the middle of the night along with the soft rumbling of whatever toy it is you use. The sweet sounds float into his room and all he can do it groan and torture himself with the thoughts of you, with the thoughts of one day getting to hear those whimpers in his ear as you wrap yourself around him and not just through the painfully thin walls of your apartment all alone...

He likes to imagine it's a sleek black rabbit. Envisions you pumping the silicone length in and out of your slick cunt as your head is thrown back in ecstasy, your breasts on full display, pert nipples just begging to be lavished upon as you arch your back, your thick thigh parted to afford him the perfect view of your glistening sex. Your tight pussy taking the toy so nicely, he can only imagine how incredible your silky walls feel gripping the length and squeezing along it as you work it in and out of yourself. He can't help but imagine what you'd feel like on his thick cock...his cock that, fucking hell, at this moment, was only growing harder and if he wasn't careful, he'd make himself look like even more a perverted jackass than he already had.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it, but it was impossible to stop thinking about you. Even if you weren't right here with him now, he was sure you'd be on his mind. He'd been finding himself having thoughts of you more and more frequently, even about the most mundane things. It seemed like every little thing led back to you.

He'd only known you now for a few months, but you seemed to occupy enough space in his mind that he would've sworn he'd known you for years. It felt that way, too. Like he could easily be himself around you, his true self. He wasn't sure you knew what effect you had on him, how you effortlessly got his walls down without even trying. He had no idea what it was about you, but it was something.

He's always being told how he was short with people, cold, closed off, grumpy, blunt, etc., etc., and he knew he was. There weren't many people he wanted to get to know, not many he wanted to even have to speak to. But with you.. It was almost embarrassing how excited he'd get when he'd hear your voice in the hallway, bounding up from wherever he was inside and heading straight for the door, pulling his boots on as fast as he could and grabbing his keys, then taking a second to compose himself and regain his air of cool before walking out the door. It didn't matter he had no plans of going anywhere, he just wanted an excuse to see you, to talk to you even if only in passing. He had a system to it now, too. If you were just getting home from somewhere, he'd pretend he was on his way to check his mail and if you were leaving, he'd be leaving, too. Taking the elevator with you, or the stairs depending on your mood, and then begrudgingly parting ways so he didn't appear like such a pup.

Occasionally, normally if it was late when you were headed out, he'd invite himself to go with you wherever it was you were going. On the times he'd miss your leaving, or you seemed like you wanted to be alone, he'd just...very nonchalantly, super casually, stealthily... follow you around the city. Not in a creepy way, he told himself. Just in a, a friendly, watching out for you way. It hadn't happened more than a handful of times, so it wasn't like he was stalking you. He really just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"You okay?" your voice asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

"'M fine, doll,"

"Great, well are you gonna apologize?" you said expectantly, turning your eyes on him as you looked up over your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he breathed a smiled.

"Thank you," you stated simply before turning back around to look at the menu board. "And you can take your hand off of me now," you added, not wanting to say it while facing him, lest he catch the look in your eyes making it evident you wouldn't mind all that much if he kept his hands on your forever. And you wouldn't say it, but his touch was oddly comforting. You found yourself disappointed when he let his hand slip down from its place on your hip.

"Did I tell you my couch got delivered?"

"Oh yeah?" you laughed, grateful for the change in conversation.

"Mhm," he affirmed. "It could use some wearing in," he hinted.

"Not comfy?"

"Not just yet."

"Hm. I'm sure it'll get there."

"Come on, don't make me beg here,"

"Beg? For what?"

"You know what I'm getting at,"

"Do I?" you questioned, playing dumb. He sighed loudly as he stepped from behind you, moving instead to stand next to you again.

"Would you come over tonight? I'll even let you pick what we watch,"

You narrowed your eyes at the proposal. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

You pursed your lips, pretending to think on it, knowing full well your answer was a 'yes' the second he brought it up. "Okay," you agreed with a soft smile that you tried to hide.

He looked down at you next to him, admiring the way it felt so right to be near you, even as simply as this, as he smiled in return. "So you wanna eat here or take it back to my place?"

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[never-enough-novels]

Introduction

Hieoo welcome to my blog<33 my name is Avi but you can call me whatever you are comfortable with except any slurs or anything offensive otherwise

Age:18

Writing acc: @never-enough-books-ever

♧My books (which I can remember anyway):

the inheritance games trilogy, the brothers hawthorne, shatter me series,good girls guide to murder trilogy,5 survivors, A million kisses in your lifetime,king of sins series, twisted series,dreamland billionaire series,the cheat sheet

♧Anime watched (which i can remember):

Jujutsu kaisen,bungou stray dogs, demon slayer, attack on titan, monster, cowboy bebop,blue lock, oshi no ko, death note,suzume, howls moving castle, kakegurui, the future diary, high rise invasion, parasyte

♧Current read: The reappearance of rachel price

♧Something about me

:Just finished school, indian, been a reader since childhood, INFJ-T, introvert, Grayson's wife and rohan is my side chick, absolutely obsessed with tig, my music tastes depends on my mood and so does my favorite song at any moment, born to be a reader but forced to study, would buy all the books of ot was possible, recently started getting into f1 courtesy of @darlingnemesis, I'm a hugeee procrastinator so i apologise beforehand if i don't answer asks or tags pls dont think I'm ignoring you

♧Pls for the love of God don't send any hate asks or messages

♧My dms are always open to talk to everyone!! even if it’s a random or a silly thing or because you wanna talk about a book pls fo ahead and don't care about how you start the conversation because I don't know how to either lol

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Moots I would like to get to know more:3

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[whxre-bxby]

Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?

Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol

Yes my lady, here it is

F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja

"Get It Together"

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Summary: read the ask :)

Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration

Word Count: 4085

A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession

Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different. 

Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so you’re back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But you’re not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. You’re not as afraid of it as before. Probably because you’re no longer human. But that’s your secret. You’re scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature. 

The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. He’s leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. You’re after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back. 

You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. You’ve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either don’t listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. There’s no need to start an unnecessary fight. 

“You always wear that?” someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence. 

You recognise Lopez’s voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half. 

“The shorts?” you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods. 

“No. It’s just warmer today.” you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didn’t even know the RDA provided shorts. 

‘Fuckin’ right it’s warmer.’ Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatar’s sweat. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isn’t the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because you’re wearing shorts. 

As you keep walking, you can feel Lopez’s stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesn’t seem to notice or bother to hide it. 

“Can you not?” you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. “I can feel you looking.” 

Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didn’t mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you. 

Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.

“What’s he doin’?” Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes. 

“Nothin’.” he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow. 

His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this. 

“Walk in front of me then.” you say, stopping so that he can overtake you. 

Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along. 

“So that Prager can get a look? No way.” he scoffs and Prager glares at him. 

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, pulling your arm from his. 

Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too. 

“Keep walkin’.” Lopez says, avoiding eye contact. 

“What is up with you, today?” you ask with a small chuckle. 

But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.

You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again. 

They haven‘t. 

In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming it‘s a plant, you don‘t bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.

Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright. 

“Shit-“ you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. “Lopez, what are you-“ 

“Look at her tail.” He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it. 

One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. You’ve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved. 

“Check out the stripes.” Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.

“Yours are different from ours.” Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you don’t understand why they’re so fascinated by it. 

“What’s it look like?” He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown. 

“Doesn’t concern you.” You snarl. What’s under your clothes is none of his business. 

“Hey!” Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. “Let ‘er be.”

Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, you’re being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore. 

You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you don’t question his decisions. 

While walking away, you feel Lopez’s and Ja’s fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore. 

You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesn’t want Lyle crossing the line either. 

But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and he’s holding you to his side. You’re body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you can’t even think straight.

Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body. 

“What are you doin’?” Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away. 

“No, what are you doing? All of you!” You shout, looking around. You’re about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!” You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them. 

There’s a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in. 

“All right.” Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that you’re not both thinking of the same thing. 

You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didn‘t want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape. 

You don’t know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them. 

Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyle’s arm away, he’s just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too. 

Which is why this time, you don’t hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and you’re sprinting through the forest. 

You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a human’s survival instinct is the strongest.

However, you’re not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival. 

Mating.

You’re fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals. 

But their rut doesn’t just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs. 

Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass. 

You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you can’t move him. 

Suddenly, you felt like it wasn’t Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but he’s never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do. 

Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch. 

You’re still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause. 

Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyle’s middle but he is unfazed. 

“Sorry- can’t help it.” he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. You’re done for. Might as well enjoy it then.

The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first. 

Lyle’s body feels strange to him and foreign. It’s overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before he’s hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants. 

You know what to expect at this point. It’s inevitable really. There’s five of them and one of you. You can’t escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you can’t help it either. 

Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you don’t even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused. 

Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesn’t stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release. 

Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But it’s no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.

Lyle doesn’t start off slowly either. He’s already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him. 

Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he won’t last long. You feel too good and it’s been too long. 

“Fuck- so good,” he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs. 

“M’ gonna fill you up,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You weren’t expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because he’ll be done soon doesn’t mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way you’re leaving without having to go through each of them first. 

“Gonna make this pussy mine.” he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he can’t wait any longer. 

Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyle’s cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own. 

To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesn’t care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now he’ll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible. 

Mansk’s pants are gone faster than Lyle’s and he doesn’t even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. He’s so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that it’s you he’s getting makes this so much better for him. 

Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you. 

Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopez’s dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy. 

You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t exhale until you’ve swallowed down almost all of him. 

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick. 

Mansk’s thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you. 

Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving. 

You don’t need to move your head, he’s already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far you’re succeeding. 

You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back. 

Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopez’s dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he won’t last much longer. 

Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh. 

You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way they’re feeling, you know you’ll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.

“Shit, take it.” Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly don’t care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile. 

Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away. 

He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up. 

Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. You’re looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment. 

“Seriously, what about me?” he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change. 

Prager’s ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja. 

“Work it out.” he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you. 

Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.

Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise he’s helping you reach your high too. But since he’s having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. You’ve gotten used to the intrusion now and it’s becoming pleasurable. 

You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, you’re too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. They’ve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore. 

You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it. 

Quickly, you fill your mouth with Ja’s length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know it’s stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how you’re pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you don’t want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you won’t). 

Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, they’re muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild. 

He’s been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now. 

Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries. 

“You gonna cum?” he asks, knowing you can’t reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm. 

He grins and his pace never falters. 

Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. He’s just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he can’t help you with that. He’s so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you don’t mind. You just need cum yourself. 

Prager doesn’t stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you. 

What an odd scene this is. You hadn’t expected your day to go like this. 

Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves. 

“You alright?” he asks but he can’t hold back the cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yeah-” you breathe out. “I’m just so done.”

He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.

“You fuckers, it’ll stain the cloth.” you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day. 

“Don’t worry, you can get a refill later.” Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopez’s shoulder. 

A loud sigh leaves your lips. 

“I can’t even walk back now.” you whine in frustration. 

“I’ll carry you then.” Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks. 

“No, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” you say, realising you’re contradicting yourself. 

Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face. 

“I just like to complain.” you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again. 

He’s calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened. 

Tag List: @ken-dala @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @numarusworld @number1gal @ikranwings @jatwow

[okiankeno]

2 Truths 1 Lie Reveal:

TDLR: option 3 was my lie! The first love letter I did lose and never opened until 3 years later (funnily enough, this was from the academic rival's best friend btw) but my second letter, from a girl I knew, I opened right away after finding it. Hence, I lied.

If you would like to learn more about me and the stories behind the options I picked for myself, they're under keep reading!

Most of Smoshblr voted for option two, which everyone dubbed Wattpad fanfic adjacent. It happened lol. I have a long explanation in response to @unknownteapot that I will reiterate here with some edits:

The academic rival was a guy I had a 'crush' on in grade 6 (my last year of elementary school in Canada). I say 'crush' in quotations bc I didn't understand the concept of sexual attraction or romance until the year after. Before understanding sexuality and attraction, I thought that picking the smartest person in the class would make me fall in love or something (spoiler alert: not really). We were compared a lot to each other as overachievers because of the extracurriculars like music and sports that we did, but I never thought we were rivals outside of school.

He and I were pretty good friends too, we ended up going to different junior highs (grades 7-9) but we texted and emailed each other every so often to keep in contact. The summer before high school started, he sent me a flurry of texts pretty much saying "Please go to x school with me, if you do we can date each other" (as if that was like a cool reward for going to the same school as him like??)

He is a nice guy but it was weird to me. He knew that I had a 'crush' on him years ago because I either told him or my best friend told him I can't remember tbh. I have no idea if he liked me tbh it just came out of the blue but what do I know, I miss flirtatious cues a lot so 😔😭😣 oh, and if you are wondering, I did not take up his offer because I thought it was really weird, plus I didn't have feelings for him.

Option one, stopping foreplay because of a joke that I never told my girlfriend? This too, is true.

My girlfriend and I took edibles before nightfall and when I'm high is that I get very bubbly and it's super easy for me to laugh. Additionally, it's very easy for me to get locked in on intimacy — so that's how I found myself in my girlfriend's bed, you know, bodies pressed together (there's a slew of other effects, but these are most integral to this story). But as I was touching her I could not stop thinking about how funny yet unsexy it would be if I cracked a joke. And this thought just kept repeating over and over in my head making me giggle and then into full-blown laughter. So naturally, sexytime had to come to a halt. She asked me what was going on and I told her, "I kept thinking about how funny but unsexy it would be if I made a joke right now," to which she asked, "What was the joke?"

There was no joke, just me laughing in anticipation of potentially making one during sex. Really lame, I know. I ended up getting frustrated at myself for a few minutes (my girlfriend comforted me with, "We don't have to do this right now if you're not in the mood") while we paused but then I locked in and got to home base.

Option 3, unopened love letters! This is my lie! These stories have a lot of sadness carried with them, so if you don't like hearing about heartbreak, prepare yourself!

The first letter, Valentine's Day, I'm the only gal that gets one from this guy. I misplaced it in my bedroom in one of my books and didn't find it again until I deep-cleaned my room three years later. I open it, it's a card that tells me about how cool I am and is filled with Naruto drawings (I doodled a lot of anime characters in class) and a $20 bill. $20 is a lot for an elementary school kid! So, yeah, I missed that signal. My best friend at the time even said to me on the bus home, "Oh I think [guy's name] likes you," and I went hm yeah interesting, not interested (I didn't care for or understand romance at the time - this was grade 6).

Second letter: An anonymously signed love letter was found in my locker in May, a month before I graduated high school. I opened it immediately because I wasn't gonna have a repeat of missing a confession from someone. It's typed in Times New Roman, and signed with an uppercase 'L'. It's from someone I knew because of the details included in the letter. They wanted to confess to me before we graduated but didn't have the courage to do so in person.

I spent a week trying to figure out who this could be, and unfortunately for me, I pegged down the wrong person, someone I had an ongoing crush on for 5 years since junior high, and wrote a letter to him. He reads it. He says it's not from him and he doesn't like me. I'm heartbroken and baffled.

Almost immediately after conversing with my crush, I knew who it was from: the girl who sat beside me in my physics class for the past year. Her last name started with an L, but I never thought it was her, because her words, to me, in the context of my delusional crush on a guy, sounded like him. So in my heartbreak, I write her an emotional reply letter overnight, bringing the one I wrote for my crush as well, and approach her at lunch break.

It's a sunny day, two weeks have passed since getting the letter in my locker, and I bring her to the end of a busy open hallway. She's sitting on the concrete floor, I'm standing above her, letters in hand; everything is bright, but I know the next thirty minutes will be anything but naught. I opened the conversation by telling her I received her letter and by mistake, thought it was from someone else. I let her read the letters. She starts crying, and I do too — she's a very sweet girl and my friend. A teacher walks by and asks if we are OK, and we both are sobbing, saying, "Yeah." We do not look ok.

I felt soo shitty, having heartbroken her heart from my heartbreak, and she tells me she has to write a math exam after this. I still cringe thinking about this story to this day because it fucked me up emotionally and I couldn't sleep right for the rest of the summer. Anyway, I think about the experience and think I could make a Webtoon about it and it probably would pop off because a high school love triangle that's unrequited on all ends? Pain.

Anyways thanks for coming to my story time 🫠✌️

[dipplinduo]

A possible "SnSD" Chapter, or "What If", or an "Oops, I wrote a whole story", lol: Kieran, out of anger, breaks Juliana's heart again, after learning of her Elite 4 battles. Of course, soon after, the students learn that Blueberry Academy is having a Prom night.

The Prom was being held on the main battle stadium. Tables of food and punch were set up in front of a row of bleachers. Round tables and chairs were scattered about, and the actual battle court was now doubled as a dance floor. Blue, white, and decorations hung everywhere.

Since, the Champion match hasn't taken place yet, Kieran as the current Champion, shows up out of obligation. He is dressed in a deep Applin-red tux with poison-purple tie and matching cummerbund. Of course, he's incredibly handsome as ever, despite the scowl on his face.

Juliana is in her dorm, crying her eyes out. Then, she is visited by Kieran's mom, but also with Ribombee features, somehow. She calms Juliana, and like Cinderella's Fairy Godmother, she bestows Juliana with a gorgeous hairdo, flawless, light eye makeup, Pecha Berry lip gloss, and a SHINY Ribombee gown, and informs her to go to the Prom.. to go see her Kieran. Nervous, but in better spirits, Juliana does just that.

Kieran, in a corner, looking down, hears a commotion by the entrance, followed by a loud whistle of approval by Drayton. Curiosity causes Kieran to put aside his antisocial mood to look up towards the sound, and he could feel his heart stop and speed up all at the same time.

Kieran couldn't believe the beautiful creature, an angelic vision in pink and red, who was making her way towards him. A lovely smile adorned her pretty face, but he could also tell there was a sadness that Juliana was trying to hide behind it.

Forgetting his foul mood, Kieran was now rushing to meet Juliana in the middle. He didn't care that everyone was watching them as he took her small hands in his. With his eyes completely locked with hers, he could see the tears threatening spill from her compassionate and flawless, dark brown eyes, and Kieran, filled with guilt, knew he put those tears there. Why does he keep doing this to her??

Juliana spoke first. "You look so handsome." She swallowed back at a lump in her throat. "Look, Kieran, I'm sorry. I.."

"No. Please. You have nothing to be sorry for. I know you weren't competing out of spite or anything malicious."

Juliana's voice began to break. "I couldn't. I could never."

Kieran cupped Juliana's face in his hands. "I know, and I know Drayton pushed you into it, and that he was only doing it for the sake of the school's morale."

Juliana nodded, her watery eyes never leaving Kieran's.

"You are so beautiful, and I love you so much. I promise, no matter what, for better or worse, through victories and defeats, I will never, ever hurt you or break your heart again. I can't live without you."

"Kiki..."

Kieran brought Juliana's face closer and lightly kissed away whatever words were going to leave her lips next.

"I would rather lose every Pokémon battle for the rest of my life than to ever lose you again."

Emotion overwhelmed Juliana and she threw her arms around Kieran's neck, and kissed him back with urgency, like she was afraid to let him go, as if he would disappear if she loosened her grip, and she could feel him respond the same way.

When the kiss broke, Juliana lay her head on Kieran's strong chest, and he rested his chin on the top of her head.

As far as Kieran and Juliana were concerned, no one was else was at Blueberry's Prom except for the two of them, close in each other's arms, dancing forever into the night, long after the event had ended, to music only they could hear.

This is honestly beyond adorable in so many ways and I really think you should write this in your own storytelling/AU because of how detailed it is!!

I had "awws" and laughs throughout and I'm sure a lot of other people will too :) <3

[the-inkwell-variable]

Writeblr Interview Tag!

Thanks so much for the tag, @sableglass!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Novels all the way. I've tried my hand at short stories, and they always end up being novellas or straight up novels by the time I'm done with them. May as well stick with what my little brain clearly desires!

What genre do you prefer reading?

Mysteries (cozy or otherwise), horror (especially zombie fiction or apocalypse fiction, yes please), fantasy (especially cozy, I love cozy fantasy so much, have you read Legends and Lattes?), and romance.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I'm a little of both! I'll generally have a plan in my head at the very least, if not a brief outline written down somewhere, but when I actually sit down to write, my writing tends to veer off wherever it wants and do its own thing (for example, FUCKING CHUCK). As long as it makes sense, I tend to just let it go wherever it wants lol

What music do you listen to while writing?

Surprisingly, I don't listen to much music while writing. I'll daydream to it, absolutely, but I mostly just throw on some Markiplier or an old debate that I've heard ten thousand times and write to that. It's more about the background noise than the actual content, y'know?

But when I DO listen to music, I drift toward lofi or mood music compilations on youtube. The kind that DMs play during their DnD sessions. Love those so much, they really help keep me locked in a single mood, which I absolutely need when I'm writing a scene.

Favorite books/movies?

Oh god. Lord of the Rings (including the Hobbit don't @ me). Train to Busan (or any Korean zombie movies/shows, really). Some Disney and Pixar - Big Hero 6, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Emperor's New Groove, etc. The Strain is one of my favorite TV shows - I also love Cutthroat Kitchen above all else, a bunch of different anime, and Dance Moms (yes I know it's toxic and yes I am ashamed of myself for enjoying it. I pity the kids but I rage at the moms.)

As for books, my favorites are the Beechwood Harbor Mystery series, The Luminous Dead, Thief Liar Lady, All Systems Red, Legends and Lattes, A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking, anything Holly Black, Suffer the Children, Contagion, Luck in the Shadows, Assistant to the Villain, Dead of Night, and Surviving the Evacuation!

Any current WIPs?

Oh gosh. I'm bopping between From Carnival to Chamomile, a prequel to a cozy mystery series, and Dauntless, a zombie apocalypse trilogy, right now. Sometimes I'll work on Priestess Without Honor, a paranormal low-fantasy romance, and Chosen Against My Will, a dark mafia romance. I also have zer0 ALPHA, a lit-rpg isekai zombie apocalypse novel, but I haven't touched that in years and have only recently rediscovered my notes for it.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

I wear the same thing every day, surprisingly. That's the autism for ya. I love jeans and a T-shirt, especially if that T-shirt has a picture from an anime or show or something like that. Printed shirts, I think they're called. Oh, and mismatched socks. That's me.

Create a character description of yourself: 

Too tall for her own good and unwanted curves for days. Bobbed dark-blue hair with steel gray eyes. Too busy writing or gaming to really notice what's going on. Expect a text back within seconds of receiving it - she reads faster than most people expect and tends to read every text twice just to give it that safety buffer. If there isn't a snack and a drink nearby, call the police.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Hehehehe maybe. But not exactly in a good way. I'm very much the kind of person who will put someone I dislike into my book just so they can get the justice they won't get in the real world, even over something as minor as pronouncing my name wrong on purpose (I'm looking at you, Keiara).

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I want to say yes because I kill off characters constantly, but when it comes to my main OCs, no. I can't bring myself to kill them at all. I go out of my way to create characters for death (like FUCKING CHUCK) rather than put my favorites in the line of fire. I think that's a problem I need to work on.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

but I do love tea, especially in the fall. In the fall, I tend to drift toward tea and apple cider rather than coffee.

But otherwise? Coffeeeeeee

Slow or fast writer?

Fast writer when I actually sit down to write! Slow writer when I'm procrastinating. I've been working on Dauntless for...thirteen years? Twelve?

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

I get inspiration from EVERYTHING. Dreams. Books. Movies. Something dumb my partner says offhandedly.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I absolutely want to be something cool, like a shadow mage. But I'm probably a little gremlin that hides in the edges of the woods and steals your socks. Mmmm socks.

Most fav book cliche:

Enemies to lovers! Especially when one person is smitten at firstt sight and doesn't realize it.

Least favorite cliche:

Friendship is magic. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with powerful friendships being front and center, but when the big bad is literally destroyed because fRiEnDsHiP I gag a little bit. I also hate undeserved happy endings - make the ending make sense. If it's a sad or horror book, sometimes the ending needs to be bad. And finally, forced romance. No. No thank you. Some stories don't need romance.

Favorite scene to write?

Descriptions! Am I good at them? No. Will I spend three pages describing a tree? Maybe.

Also conversations. I tend to do a lot of conversations and monologues in my writing. Need to work on that.

Reason for writing?

If I don't write down the ideas in my head, I will explode.

TAGLIST: @falconfate - @space-writes - @leahnardo-da-veggie - @i-can-even-burn-salad - anyone who wants to take part!

[pastel-omegas-blog]

oH- shit ye ye i remember him getting mc that red meat and it's nice that hybrid MC's family kinda cares for him and yeah bullying deffo sucks

Oh! And hmm let's say basically everyone that would go yandere for mc in the hybrid au went already...well yandere for him how would they show their jealous and how would they act?

Btw I'm June! If you remember me on Quotev lol ^^;;

Oh ~ time to introduce one of the love intrests. Ah sorry for not remembering

LEON

Jealous little fucker.

In school people think he's just helping the sheep so it's easy for him to be seen with mc without any backlash.

Infact if anything it boosts his popularity so he can easily get away with been loving to his love.

But because he has an image to uphold he can't just outright show his hatred for the person.

So he's just leaving his scent all over M/N, trying to keep him for extra study lessons. He's always trying to keep him to himself.

M/N is HIS.

And he's not sharing him with anyone! Still he's not going to be irrational and act out.

However, this doesn't stop him from spreading false rumours about a person, but if you know Leon by now this won't be enough for him.

No no no no~ if the Love interest is weaker than him in noble status and power he's getting rid of them.

Might even feed them to Mc if they irked him bad enough.

Will murder to get them out of his way and honestly him killing a rival or any other contender off is much merciful than if he keeps them alive.

The gods forbid he decides to toy with you alive.

Like his OG self, despite his kind facade he lacks morals, is not against hurting family members of theirs to prove a point.

But if they have a higher standing and are more power than him the lop bunny finds himself being obedient and threading carefully.

He hates it,but he knows when he has to bow his head.

If this happens to be the case well....

He's not against marking M/N. Filling him up with cute little kits.

Whether his little lamb wants it or not~

W...wait! Sir Evermore! S..stop please " M/N cried out as he was pushed down to cold tiled floor.

 His ears were pinned down as his e/c eyes widen in fear and confusion behind the locks of h/c hair hiding them.

 He didn't understand what was going on.

 One minute he was following Leon to the green house because the other had offered to help him with the flowers and the next the lop rabbit had pushed him down to the tiled ground once the doors were closed, unbuttoning his coat and trying to pull the fabric off the sheep hybrid.

 The wild look in his purple eyes reminded the h/c man of a rabid dog.

A Predator.

And he was prey.

 His mind went back to the red meat the blue haired omega had been feeding him.

 Was he going to be turned into red meat ?

 Had Leon grown tired of him already ?

 Was he that worthless now that he could only be served as food to predators ?

 His heart shattered at the thought as tears welled up in his eyes as he pathetically struggled against the larger omega.

 Did the other really not love him like he said he did ?

 A loud sob was ripped out of his plump lips as Leon pulled off the school coat revealing his body and most importantly his neck to the larger omega.

The sheep's kicking got more frantic, his mind going into flight mood, ignoring the cooing sounds of the larger omega trying to comfort him. Suddenly his senses where pushed into overdrive as his sensitive nose was forced to endure an onslaught of the larger omega's scent of strawberries and vanilla clogging his mind.

Cute~ " the rabbit hybrid purred out as he stared as the smaller man under him, enjoying the sounds of panic and confusion leaving his lips.

 He always like the dumbs ones.

Using the smaller omega's confused state to his advantage Leon adjusted his position, pushing a knee to spread the other's legs wool covered legs apart and holding his wrists to keep him in place, a slurred whine was what he got in response.

 Using his free hand Leon unbuttoned the other's collar, exposing the s/c man's pretty neck and scent patches around his scent glands blocking the sweet scent of warm  honey and ripe peaches ( the one that had been driving him crazy ever since he caught a whiff of it by an accident  ).

  Narrowing his eyes and clicking his tongue in annoyance, the rabbit hybrid used his free hand to peel away the offending material, letting out an animalistic growl as he basked in the sweetness of the other's scent.

Not wasting time the blue haired man lowered his face to the other's neck, licking the soft patch of skin, a soft groan leaving his lips at the sweet taste that coated his tongue, his cock getting hard and straining in his trousers at the moan that left the sheep's lips.

 He could ravage him later.

He paid no mind to his arousal focusing on the task he had at hand.

Using his free, Leon brushed away the hair covering his beautiful eyes " I'm sorry N/N..." the smaller omega still disoriented from the over flow of pheromones still somehow managed to perk up a bit at the nickname.

"... This is going to hurt a bit, but it's for the best ..... " The larger omega cooed out , opening his mouth to reveal tiny full fangs

The e/c man tried to make out the blurry images and the words he was hearing.

The functioning part of him didn't understand how Leon, a lop bunny-

A prey!

Could have so much power over him.

Prey was weak and couldn't fight back.

Then what was Leon-

" AH! " A high pitched pained scream forced it's way out of M/N's lungs, his body writhing around as he tried to push away the larger omega from him, but the rabbit wasn't budging.

The full ache of dull fangs digging into the soft flesh of his neck, he could feel the warm blood spilling down his neck, the hot white pain making tears run down his cheeks as blubbering nonsense left his lips.

Leon simply held him down as he forced his fangs to go through faster, hating how he was causing his lamb pain, but after a few more agonizing seconds it went through.

The mating mark was done.

Leon pulled away, ruby red droplets spilling down his chin as a few smeared across his thin peach lips. Purple eyes stared at the pretty bleeding mess underneath him.

His soft whimpers, his soft fuzzy ears pinned to the side of his face, his small brown horns shining in the gleam of the setting sun,his pearl like tears, the small droplets of blood spilling out of the two puncture wounds on his neck his scent had already started mingling with how own in a sweet scenting symphony.

He was his.

M/N was his now!

A crazed laugh left the rabbit's lips as the realization set in.

" Your mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ​​Mine . Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!   Now does bastards can't take you away from me " he said, licking away the blood coated around his lips, the taste making his heart hammer away in his chest.

It took a while for his high to calm down, but when it did Leon finally regained himself.

Acting like a barbarian was unbecoming of a student council member like him. Taking a deep breath the larger omega gently picked up his mate, the poor man had passed out, but Leon didn't mind.

He would heal his cute little omega all up~

Evian

Say hello to a new love intrest.

Evian von Merridew 

Even though this world has majority of the population being hybrids there are still other mythical beings, like Orcs, elves, goblin, dragons etc. The dragons and other full monster species that have a humanoid forms.

Evian is one of these species, a siren to be more specific.

SIREN~ ( this is my own explanation for the creatures in my universe )

They are all extraordinarily beautiful and have varying body build, but the most common are, mesomorph, Tall, slender, hourglass and muscular. ' chubby sirens are of course seen, but because of their species beauty standards they try to starve them selves to 'fit in' which is wrong, but sadly not enough light is being put on the matter. With their extraordinary beauty, being prideful is a normal thing and are viewed by society as the, epitome of beauty, along with some hybrid species, Vampires, elves, fairies, succubi  and other mythics, some hybrids also fall into this category.

Leon's beauty is on par with Evian

They have feline like eyes almost seem to glow in the day time which is more noticable in the dark and like the old tales humans used to tell in days of old, they have beautiful enchanting voices that lure others into a state of hypnosis, the older the siren the more experienced they are in using their voice to get what they want, but laws prevent them from doing as they please as abusing their power can get them punished. They have mild regeneration abilities and can heal small cuts and broken bones fairly quickly, but loss of a limb or an organ will not be replaced ( They can with the help of månå infused surgery ) and enhanced strength ( can lift things twice their body size, this can grow if the individual decides to hone and train themselves on it ). They age slowly as well and once they reach a certain age they stop physically ageing and can keep living  for over millenniums , the oldest age a siren has ever reached is currently unknown to other species.

They have three forms of physical transformation transformation

The first is their 'Marrow' form   

This is just a human form,  but their scales can still be seen on the side of their necks, arms and thighs. Their canine tooth are fang like and their finger nails are like claws and the tips of their ears are pointed like that of elves. They are most commonly seen in this form.

Have excellent vision great sense of smell, enhanced strength and are agile on their feet.

The second form they have is their  'Pure' form.

This is their birth form, and the form they change too when they are in a large body of water.  Their legs merge back together to form a beautiful scaly  tail, their fingers become webbed, the gills on their necks that had been formally closed reopen so they don't need to resurface all that often for air and more scales appear on their upper torsoe and face. Now instead of just their canines all of their teeth are now shark like and razor sharp.

Then their final form is the berserker transformation. 

*Note: not every species has a berserker mode *

In this form they lose their beautiful faces and become hulking masses of scaly bodies, their scales becoming tougher than steel and their bodies grow drastically in size. Ranging from twenty to sixty meteres in height. Their mouths are filled with rows of razor sharp teeth that become to big to stay in there mouths and end up peeking out of their lips, adding to their already terrifying appearance, their eyes grow bigger in size and the slits become tas thin as a line. Strange marking patterns appear on their bodies and begin glow ( each individual has different patterns unique to them. Like finger prints ). No matter what ' Do not approach at all '. In this state they lose all thoughts of rational thinking and will attack any that moves with no other intention  than to kill. And death by this creatures is not a good way to die. Though this rarely happens as they pride themselves in self control so full berserker transformation is never fully reached ( unless someone fucked the hell up ) and the punishment for doing can lead to capital punishment, and the punishments can be harsh ( I.e removal of fins, forcing one to stay in their Marrow form for the rest of their life ). They have a pre-berserker form which is the one they usually resort to when they start their violent spree. It's similar to their pure form, except now they've grown in size ( from 16 to 30 feet long ) their scales, becoming more jagged and pointed and their mouths are with filled with the same shark like teeth peaking out of their lips. They have the same patterns glowing on their skin that does a great job at making them look ethereal yet at the same time fucking terrifying. Their sense are increased by a tenfold, meaning they are faster, stronger, healed quicker, perfect hearing. Escaping from them would be near impossible in the water.

BIRTH: 

Sirens have two ways of giving birth. The first is Marrow Carrying. 

Marrow Carrying ( Humanoid birth ): this is the ' normal ' birth, where the siren parent gives birth to their pup through  labour.  Can have from one to six pups per litter and pregnancy in this form is six months

Hatchling:

In their pure form the omega and alpha mate.  On their tails their where the pelvic area is located, there  is a slit, where their sex organ is hidden. ( The penis, vagina and since female alpha's have penises hidden inside vagina comes out when erect in their Marrow form, but both are visible and are separate instead of one being in the other. This is reverse for male omegas, since they have wombs there's a small opening below their penises , where they can be impregnated. After the mating is done the carrying parent waits for a few weeks to ensure that an egg or eggs have been fertilized, then they can carefully release it from their wombs, the egg is about the size of a golf ball , it's colour is pure white, but one can see the outline of the pup growing, once this is done, the parent guards the egg protectively, usually they transform into their pre-berserker form to scare off any threats as they guard over the growing egg, not even going to look for food. After seven months the egg shell has become weak and translucent, showing the pup that has formed healthy and the baby breaks free from it's gooey shell prison been born. 

The Hatching process takes to much energy and time and the whole process happens in the deepest parts of the sea, with the starving of one parent and survival rate of the pup being really low because one parent can't continuously watch the egg,  letting sneaky predators have a free meal, so majority prefer the ' Marrow method '.

Cute note: siren babies are called 'Guppies'

Inter breeding with these species is only possible with Vampires, elves, fairies, a few animal hybrids and humans.

Alphas and omegas are mostly born into these species, with very few betas. Sirens prefer the more traditional partber role ( Alpha x omega) So in the  Siren hierarchy beta's are at the bottom of the power scale.

                       Dominant Alpha

                       Dominant Omega

                       Recessive Alpha

                       Recessive Omega

                              Beta

They have no influence and are not the strongest when in comes to hunting and their chances of been fertile enough to carry children are really low, since most miscarriages happen to beta female who have a forty five percent chance of carrying a pup full term without any complications. 

Beta's are easy to tell apart, while pretty their beauty can't hold a candle to their alpha and Omega counterparts, and their scales even though they glimmer in the sun rays are usually dull in colour.

Are omnivores, but majority of their diet is meat, and they have a taste for land animals more than seafood.  As sophisticated as they look and act, they have the most count of cannibalism in their species, though it has died down with the increasing age of technology and modern world thinking.

Sirens are seen as a mythical species so they are refered to as mythic's ( same goes to other mythical species )

 The image is his face claim, but I'll explain more to give sight on his siren looks.

Pale porcelain skin that resembles that of a doll. Golden coloured scales with aqua marine decorate the side of his face, arms, rib cage and thighs.

His eyes are three colours the outer part of the iris being gold, the inner is aquamarine and the center being silver. Thin red glossy lips that's always pulled usually in a straight line.

Is a recessive omega, but is Pretty than a lot of dominant omegas in his empire.

Scent is cherries and lime

Other than having pretty privilege and damn plot armour he's born into a Grand duchy.

The Merridew Grand duchy is one of the founding families of the Empire and are on par with the Vermillion grand duchy and the L/N ducal family.

He knows M/N since they had play dates arranged between them as children.

He honestly had no interest in the sheep hybrid as they were growing up.

He's a siren so he technically he's a predator.

He's strong. He's even stronger than most since he's a prodigy.

The very best of the best.

He has no need to make friend with weak  prey.

That doesn't automatically mean he gets along with Marrav.

He detest the lion hybrid as well, the alpha is to cocky and annoying.

That's how the relationship between the two is just going to be at first. Two people who were forced to have play dates together as children and grew apart as they got older

Has an aloof personality and doesn't really care much for things he deems as a waste of his time. 

Tied with Leon as being one of the prettiest omegas in school.

Has a fanclub, but cult would be the right word with how they all religious worship him. He doesn't pay them much attention but it does boost his ego.

Also having minions ready to do his every bidding makes getting materials he needs for things a whole lot easier.

As a siren he has a soft enchanting voice they make people focus their attention on him and listen to his every word without protest.

Evian is a member of the student council and he's the head of the månå/ månå life studies and potions department. He's a prodigy at månå manipulation yes, but he prefers creating potions since it makes things a lot easier.

This potion making is what builds a road for him and M/N to interact.

He needs a particular ingredient for an elixir he's working on. A very rare red rose with gold tips.

And he can't find the damned thing anywhere.

Not even the black market, it's understandable because it takes good portion of ten years for the flower to bloom and during those years one has to constantly check and make sure it's receiving the right proportions of sun light, water and special månå fertilizer. Any small mistake would kill the flower and all progress and money would be gone for nothing.

He just didn't think that people would completely abandoned it! 

He has his minions working day and night to find it and after three months they do. it's been right under their noses the whole time.

The schools resident outcast has been growing them by himself in one of the academy's many abandoned green house.

He had paid a dark guild so much money for something under his nose.

The siren would be pissed off at first, but he'll brush it off. Since it's the pushover sheep that has one it'll be easy to collect it without spending anymore money.

Or so he thought.

Firstly finding the sheep hybrid is a surprisingly hard thing. The smaller omega is good at keeping himself hidden and is never in one place for long so it takes at least two weeks to track him down.

When Evian has finally managed to corner him the sheep hybrid refuses to give him one.

That blond can't forcefully take it, because M/N's family is the one backing him up for the project and he knows first hand how protect they can be, so he tries to buy it.

The sheep still have refuses and it takes a lot for him to not lunge and growl at the smaller man for being so stubborn.

M/N understandably won't just give away something that took his sweet and blood to grow so easily, especially since he only managed to successfully grow only fifteen, but Evian is at his wits end.

' " I thought we were friends. Friends help each other that's why I came to you " the blond said as he stared down at the smaller man with frustrated eyes.  His nails had started digging into the soft skin of his palm as a last ditch effort to calm his nerves down so he wouldn't attack the prey in anger.

He hated how he had stooped so low to this. Begging this inferior thing for something and he had the audacity to deny him of it.

What made things worse was he couldn't get a good grasp on the omega's expression because of his hair was covering his eyes. He was sure the bastard had a smug look on his fa-

" W... we're f.. friends ? " The question and hesitant voice made Evian's snap out of his thoughts.

Multicolored eyes watched how the smaller omega fidgeted in the spot he was standing, his fluffy wool ears twicthing slightly in nervousness as he nervously played with his fingers.

' oh ? '

" Of course we're friends! " The taller omega insisted suddenly moving forward to grasp the other's hand catching the sheep of guard.

" I know I've been really busy and haven't hanged out that much, but I really mean it when I say your my friend. We've been friends since we were guppies and kids haven't we ? " The blond man asked giving the sheep a pitiful look.

" Y...yes we h..have " the h/c man agreed wincing slightly when the other tightened his grip. " So you'll help me right ? " The omega said, leaning in closer, a red lips stretching into a small smile when the h)c  sheep hybrid nodded his head. 

" Thank you M/N your such a good friend " '

And just like that without wasting money he Even gets what he wants and one would think that's where their interaction will end.

Not. In fact it sort of becomes a game for him. How much can he take from the sheep omega by calling him his friend.

He obviously has no real interest in the smaller omega, he just wants to see how he can play him or just how much the other will bend to his whims for the sake of the ' friendship ' between them. And the siren soon finds out the he will do a lot.

From giving him precious herbs for free to being a lab rat for his potions and elixirs to even.

" The blond shoved his tongue deeper down the smaller omega throat, wanting to get more of his sweetness on his taste buds, his hands busied themselves on the other's body. One rubbing soothing circles on hips while the squeezed the soft flesh of his ass  occasionally pulling on his fluffy tail.

Ignoring the hands lightly tapping on his chest Evian continued to indulge himself, he only pulled away when the man started to go limp on his laps.

The siren stared at his cute little ' friend ' who was pitifully gasping for air. The h/c bangs that usually covered his eyes has been pulled back to reveal pretty e/c hues, a deep red blush dusting his s/c cheeks.

His plump lips were glossy from both their saliva being mixed together and slightly swollen from the bruising kisses he had been subjected to earlier.

His ears were pinned down by the side of his head giving him an even more submissive and timid look, the collar of his shirt and a few buttons had come undone, revealing the blooming hickeys and bite marks that decorated his neck and collarbone, the sweet scent flooding of him in waves and mixing with his own of cherry and lime.

The larger omega could feel the poor sheep's his hard cock pressing against his stomach struggling in his pants.

Evian hadn't meant for things to get this heated, but recently he had noticed the h/c sheep hybrid spending more time with that annoying lop rabbit and hadn't even been making time for him. He even had his disgusting scent all over him.

Evian wasn't jealous or anything.

How could he be jealous of prey interacting with one another ?!

He just wanted to remind his ' friend ' who he was supposed to spend more time with.

The siren let out a small moan as he felt his own cock struggle in his pants, but he had to be patient for now.

He needed to remind his pretty little omega that he was the only friend he was supposed to have '

Evian would sooner die than publicly admit he has feelings for M/N. He's not against showing him affection in public but he's sure as hell won't use his mouth to say it.

Uses his family's connection to break the engagement between M/N and Marrav so he can keep the little sheep hybrid for himself.

Is manipulative and controlling so he's going to make the h/c man his perfect little spouse. Uses magic to watch the sheep's every move.

As for dealing with other love intrests, he either sells them off to the black market or have his minions deal with them, but personally he doesn't like bothering himself with things that would make him handle ' unpure ' creatures.

Though if the Love interest in question pushes him far enough he will.

Hope you like this

[mrsbsmooth]

NSFW Headcanons: Lewie

Started doing these again, lol. Not even waiting for an ask to come through for this one. Under the cut!

(This got long FAST, I have a lot of thoughts lol help)

-> Boyfriend dick. Boyfriend dick. "Big enough to make your eyes roll back, but not so big you walk funny the next day." Perfect length, perfect thickness, the perfect everyday dick.

-> He's a one-woman man. No threesomes. He wants all her attention, and he wants to give all of his to her. Might consider a MMF if that's something she really, really wants.

-> Canon number - 13. Mostly been in LTRs, there are a lot of girls trying to lock this down so you know he's doing something very right.

-> Painfully straight. This man has never had a queer thought in his life. (Such a shame).

-> "I'm cool, calm, collected. Except for on the pitch... and in the bedroom..."

-> He is demanding. Those baby blues are flashing dark as soon as he gets her alone. He wants it, and he wants it now.

-> Will strip her down and carry her across their place to bed. Might leave her heels on for special occasions.

-> Ass and thighs, ass and thighs. Sucker for an hourglass figure.

-> Occasionally likes to get her off without even undressing her— one of those thick, muscular thighs between her legs while they’re making out on the couch? He’s not stopping until she’s shaking.

-> When he goes down, he goes down properly. He's making an absolute fucking mess of her, too, but puts a towel down, because he was with her when she picked out the linen and it was expensive.

-> Likes biting her, leaving hickeys and marks all over her, in places he knows only he will be able to see. The insides of her thighs, under her breasts, anywhere he can trace his thumb over the next day and go in for round two.

-> His girl on her knees as soon as they walk in the door? He's halfway there already. Likes her to go slow. Tease him a little. Loves to watch, but his head falls back when she hits the right pace.

-> M A N H A N D L I N G. (@sparxaf thanks for this one, I'll be thinking about it forever 🔥🔥🔥). Will toss her over his shoulder, will drag her down the bed by her legs, will throw her onto it, will fucking break it if he has to. No rolling over, he'll pick her up and flip her. It's not rough, he's taking charge.

-> One hand on the headboard, one angling her hips back so he can go deeper. Pillow under her hips. Ex girlfriends are useful- he knows all the tricks.

-> Two moods: Tender and Not tender. Tender he likes missionary because he likes to kiss her. Kissing her makes him go harder. He likes stealing the moans right out of her mouth.

-> When he's in one of his 'not tender' moods, it's not so much how, but where. He's bending her over the kitchen counter. Sitting her up on the vanity. Lifting her up and fucking her against the wall with her legs spread wide while he groans into her ear.

-> STAMINA. Midfielders run like 6km a match. You want a sprint or a marathon, babe? He can do both.

-> Canon - likes to be handcuffed, so occasionally likes it when his girl takes charge, especially if it's just to tease him and get him riled up. When he’s riled up he’s getting a little aggressive. Will kick through a bedpost to get to her if he has to. 🔥🔥🔥

-> Canon - likes lotions. Massages her. Takes liberties with said massage.

-> Been in so many LTR's that he's not at all intimidated by toys or vibes. He hasn't got any of his own, but he knows how to use them, and will g l a d l y d o s o. Not intimidated by shark week

-> When he's close, he's getting vocal. Groaning. Moaning. Swearing and breathing heavily. Voice goes lower. Growls it into her ear. "I'm close."

-> Ladies first always. Holds off until just after her. Watching her get there is what gets him there. Gets off on getting her off.

-> No degrading here, and no hitting or choking. Light spanking during okay if she's been a very bad girl.

-> Finishes inside her always. Never on her, he thinks it's disrespectful. If she's into being disrespected, look elsewhere. Manhandled, yes. Disrespected, no.

-> Doesn't pull out right away. Likes to lie with her for a while, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she is and how much he loves her. Sometimes ready for round two almost straight away.

-> Shower together? Yes please. Gently kissing, holding her to him, making silly faces under the water at each other. Then back to bed for more cuddles.

-> Canon - Will make breakfast in the morning, and it's a freaking good one.

[justsayapple]

Thank you to @feydstan for the tag!!

Last Song: When Memories Snow by Mitski

Favorite Color: Black, but also dark warmer toned blues & reds~

Currently watching: Vinny Vinesauce playing Lethal Company w/Jerma :)

Last movie/TV show: The Castlevania centered Captain N: The Game Master episodes in a discord server I'm a part of lasdkfs

Spicy/savory/sweet: Hmmm depends on the mood but gotta go with savory foods and sweet drinks (I have a pretty low spice tolerance level unfortunately, even though I would really love to eat more spicy food I am weak lol)

Relationship status: I've been in a long distance relationship with the wonderful @aquilaofarkham for almost 3 years now 🥰

Current obsession: Castlevania is always on my mind, but now so is Jojo's Bizarre Adventure! (and Baldur's Gate 3 is worming its way in there too~)

Last thing you googled: A Baldur's Gate 3 side quest walk-through cause I'm worried I may have gotten soft-locked on the mission I'm trying to do at the moment lol

YOU NEXT: @aquilaofarkham @etherati @pop-peroni @kamek @little-bi-kingtrashmouth @izzychao @moonkitty @daisybrien and anyone else who would like to!

[never-enough-novels]

Introduction

Hieoo welcome to my blog<33 my name is avi but you can call me whatever you are comfortable with except any slurs or anything offensive otherwise

Age:18

Writing acc: @never-enough-books-ever

♧My books (which I can remember anyway):

the inheritance games trilogy, the brothers hawthorne, shatter me series,good girls guide to murder trilogy,5 survivors, A million kisses in your lifetime,king of sins series, twisted series,dreamland billionaire series,the cheat sheet

♧Anime watched (which i can remember):

Jujutsu kaisen,bungou stray dogs, demon slayer, attack on titan, monster, cowboy bebop,blue lock, oshi no ko, death note,suzume, howls moving castle, kakegurui, the future diary, high rise invasion, parasyte

♧Current read: The reappearance of rachel price

♧Something about me

:Just finished school, indian, been a reader since childhood, INFJ-T, introvert, Grayson's wife and rohan is my side chick, absolutely obsessed with tig, my music tastes depends on my mood and so does my favorite song at any moment, born to be a reader but forced to study, would buy all the books of ot was possible, recently started getting into f1 courtesy of @darlingnemesis, I'm a hugeee procrastinator so i apologise beforehand if i don't answer asks or tags pls dont think I'm ignoring you

♧Pls for the love of God don't send any hate asks or messages

♧My dms are always open to talk to everyone!! even if it’s a random or a silly thing or because you wanna talk about a book pls fo ahead and don't care about how you start the conversation because I don't know how to either lol

Masterlist

My pookies<33

@mqstermindswift @shuhuaspookie @lanterns-and-daydreams @myster3y @f4iry-bell @hearthown @darlingnemesis @bookish-phile @pixiedust347 @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @reminiscentreader @banilikesfictionalpeople @x-liv25-jamieswife

My beloved moots<33

✨️✨️✨️

I'm sorry all the name couldn't come here because of the limit so I made a separate post😭😭

[autisticempathydaemon]

your match-up game looks like so much funnn so i'm gonna submit one for myself 💖

dragula by rob zombie …. i only rly discovered it like two weeks ago but it’s one i play a lot while working bc for some reason it helps me focus lol

just took a test and got nine, the peacemaker. idk much abt enneagrams 🫣

hmm yes but only when i’m feeling spicy. and they’re almost always about video games in some regard, like analyses or creepypasta deep dives yk?

i don’t think i ever had a REAL imaginary friend. i remember trying for a little while because i thought it’s what all kids were supposed to do, but i never like. Believed in it

sleep aid audios! lately it’s been redacted (i have a whole folder of faves on my phone lol) but before that it was asmrtists like gibi. sometimes i take melatonin too ‘cause it takes me ages to fall asleep 😪

i changed my name around late 2019 to angel when i was just coming into my nonbinary-ness; i took it from the video game borderlands 2! i went back to my given name in 2021/2022 but being angel was fun for a while <3

milo’s panic attack audio i think. i was just getting into redacted and starting from the top and it just made me feel so cozy and locked him in as a fave :’) OOH also the pack smash tournament!! i love multi-speaker videos and that one was so much fun

vincent ……. i’m so sorry i’ve tried three times to listen to his playlist but he bores me 😭 the farthest i’ve gotten is past adam, though i listened to his involvement in inversion and picked up with him after the summit

do video games count bc if so i can quote resident evil 4 2005 ALLLL DAY LONG it’s my favorite game ever. if not i’m gonna say lilo and stitch ‘cause that’s my biggest comfort movie

 HUXLEY. like dgmw i love his non-canon audios & he’d be just the sweetest boyfriend but i want to be his friend so baadlyyy i just need one good huxley hug and i think it would cure me

nooo when i’m sleepy i just get quiet 🫠 i’m not a big talker in general i think

blue raspberry slushie + honey bun OR dr pepper + chili cheese fritos. depends on my mood

recently ummm it’s been a playlist i made called violent devotion, which is basically just yandere-type songs hehe

aw man ok. so i was a big homestuck fan in my teens and i rly loved broadway karkat, & last week i discovered all my faves are on spotify :’) so i made a playlist of them and spent all weekend revisiting my past

HMM okay here’s some rapid fire facts: i’m the eldest of three, i’m a dog person, i’m an introvert,  i can be very stubborn (taurus 👋🏻), i tend to prefer video games over tv/movies, and overall personality-wise i relate the most to honey out of all the listeners!

So I consider a lot of factors when I do these, I swear I do. That said- you’re a Honey-kinnie but also a dog person? Who else can I pair you with but Asher?

Your personality types, in addition to your being an eldest child, hint to me that you’re a steadfast, reliable person and therefore an excellent foil to Asher who could use someone like that in his life to ground him. In contrast, I think his extroverted, bubbly nature would bring you out of your shell, endear you to the rest of the pack as the beta’s mate. Also, I think your love of video games and homestuck would really bring y’all together. (Out of all the boys, he’s deffo the most likely to be a homestuck.)

You’d have such a fun, chill life together, because Asher keeps it fun and chill, you know? I think Asher spends a lot of time wolfed out and with his big, dog head on your lap while you play video games. He jumps during the scary games and shifts back during co-ops so he can play with you. He comes home from a gig with either a honey bun or Fritos, because he wasn’t sure what the vibe was today, so he’ll eat whichever one you don’t want. You do 7/11 snack runs and compete to see who has the bluest tongue. It’s a great life.

Song:

Ooh, I'm in love/ It's a mystery/ When I see you out at night/ I start to get dizzy/ Before I see you I pick out some things to say/ Don't want to sound foolish and waste my chance away/ Oh, I'm not gonna make the same mistakes/ I'm not gonna run/ Just pick the boy you like

This song is peak Asher-vibes; do you know what I mean? Like, I think this is the kind of music he’d like, this sort of alternative indie pop rock sound. (Side note, the guitarist’s name is literally Darlin, so that’s a sign right there.) This song in particular is so fun and catchy; I can see Asher singing this at you incessantly no matter how long he’s already been your boyfriend.

Runner-ups:

Milo is a runner-up because you’re a dog person /hj It’s also because I would kill to watch him watch you play RE4 or any other horror game- that would be hilarious. Guy is another runner-up because, behind Asher, he’s the second most likely to have had a homestuck phase.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[endlessnightlock]

hi!! 💞 I LOVED your district 13 drabble!!! I was wondering if it’d be possible to request a prompt with everlark (either hijacked peeta, or non hijacked peeta where he escaped quell with katniss lol) sneaking away during Finnick and Annie’s wedding to a hiding place bc their sexual tension hits a peak👀??

12 Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

17 Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

50 A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

Here's a link to the first two parts of this story on Ao3.

Everlark In-Panem Canon Divergent A/U.

District 13.

An interesting couple of weeks have passed since Peeta woke from a weeks-long coma. The doctors kept him in the hospital for most of that time, running scans, drawing blood, and doing tests to assess what sort of damage was done to his mind and body. Between Capitol torture and his more recently-acquired injury, a hard knock to his head on the floor when soldiers stopped him from choking me the night of his rescue, there is much to watch out for.

His aggressiveness seems over, other than some irritability, and frankly I can't blame him. I don't spend much of my day with him to know, so what I learn is gleaned in pieces. Considering everything he's been through, he's not doing too bad. I just don't know what to say to him now.

With Peeta safe and out of immediate danger, needing a distraction from my thoughts, I've fallen back into the scheduled life of a soldier in training. Directions are printed on our arms every morning here. Wake up, have breakfast, train, rest, lunch, afternoon class, afternoon training, etc. In between, I try not to think about the death and destruction unleashed around us. The mental and physical acrobatics leave me with little time on my hands, which is exactly what I need right now. Spare time is a bad thing when you're trying your best to keep your sanity.

Evenings are reserved for visiting Peeta. Others come to see him too. Johanna, Annie and Finnick, Prim, Haymitch, my mother. Even Gale. Oh, and Delly Cartwright. I think she's the one who told him about his family. She lost hers in the bombing as well. I'm glad I didn't have to tell him myself.

Life in Thirteen, while relatively safe since the night of the air raids, has fallen into drudgery. Grey walls, grey uniforms, grey food, grey moods. But tonight, we underground moles have something to break up the monotony. Finnick and Annie are getting married. I sit in the crowded cafeteria with my mother and Prim, watching the happy couple recite vows to respect, love, and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.

In the corner of the room, there's a designated celebration area. A woman from back home managed to save her family fiddle from the bombing, so there's to be dancing after the ceremony is over. The crowning jewel amid the sparse decorations a place like Thirteen could offer is a beautiful cake Peeta decorated for Finnick and Annie..

"What do you think of it?" Peeta asks, appearing at my side out of nowhere as I study the turquoise waves, dolphins, and copper-headed mermen. He catches me off guard but I'm so in awe of his artistry that I don't have to consider what to say.

"It's wonderful," I tell him sincerely, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Gorgeous," I add for good measure, gesturing to the seashell cluster on the top layer.

"I worked on it most of the week, and I'm still not completely happy with it," Peeta admits, turning toward me. He looks the healthiest I've seen since his rescue. His hair has grown out enough that it's curling again, and the purple streaks beneath his eyes have faded away, leaving the brightness of his blue eyes and smile to draw my attention.

"Don't say that. It's perfect."

I swallow nervously when his gaze locks on mine, and I realize I've been staring at him while my mind wanders. He is so close to the old Peeta tonight that my heart aches for what we had in the Quarter Quell arena before everything went to hell. The way I kissed him, the way I knew I'd give up on living if he was taken away from me.

He's looking at me intently. When one corner of his mouth turns up in a questioning smile, a swelling warmth trickles out from my heart and careens through my veins to each of my extremities until every nerve hums. Peeta is here, alive. While neither one of us is screwed together exactly right anymore, and neither of us may live to see the end of the war, for now, we're here together. We made it out, and that has to mean something.

I reach for his hand and thread my fingers through his. He frowns, perplexed, until I tug on his hand and walk away, leading him out of the room. "Where are we going?" he asks, his voice low.

"I don't know. Not here," I say, ignoring the glances people give us. Gale is nowhere to be found, not that he would stop me now. I don't want to hurt him, but I can't pretend there's any chance of me ever wanting him the way I want Peeta.

"Away from the audience," Peeta murmurs. He sounds a little in awe. "Is this real? If not, please don't wake me up."

That's the old him I love morphed into the person he is now. Older, wiser.

We stop at the end of the hallway, where one of the overhead lights is burnt out, leaving a shadowed corner perfect for two. We're alone, but I want to take no chances.

I take his other hand in my free one. "It's real," I admit.

"We've never---"

"I know." My voice shakes at the end of my admission. "I wanted to be alone with you. Everyone, they've seen enough, judged enough. I want this to be ours."

"Want what to be ours?"

"I don't know exactly, but I really want you to kiss me right now."

He smiles widely and laughs, his eyes crinkling up in the corners. I don't know if he's in disbelief or excited or what, but I return it. He doesn't keep me waiting. My lids have already dropped before he presses the softest kiss on my lips. His arms wrap around my waist as I lean into him, two hearts bent on the same quest---to be closer, as close as we can get. When my hand inches beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his body, he gasps at the first touch of my fingers. "Where have you been all night, in an icebox?"

Instead of denying my whereabouts, I pull him closer, kissing him deeply, then pulling away to trail more down the cord of his neck. I brush my nose against his skin, taking in that Peeta smell that makes me feel like I'm home.

Whatever happens in the upcoming days, whether we're thrown into the middle of another fight or not, at least we have tonight.