#threads: blake.

[loveshard]

"needy," blake accused, but the word was less complaint and more declaration, holding the same fond irritation reserved for a beloved habit. he possessed a slow-burning joy at her impatience, indulgent as a late-night dessert. which made it impossible to deny her anything. "don't you ever wait your turn?" he let her have her way for a minute before rising over her. feigning indifference right before relenting. giving in easily, as he always did at her pawing. kneeling between her legs, finishing the last of the buttons himself, he tossed the fabric aside. he'd worn the white dress shirt as part of some joke about being a men's wearhouse model, and now the joke was on him, shirt wrinkled and streaked with the blood left on his chest. his torso revealed the thread of tattoos and old scars mapped over his skin, some pale, some raised at the surface. he made a show of rolling back his shoulders, stretching absently, and for once, not caring if she looked. a chance for her to admire the geometry of pain and ink that made up the story of his body, if she so desired. he did like being wanted, a stubborn fact he repeatedly chose to ignore.

"you just want to skip to the good parts," he observed, blue eyes cool and hungry as he palmed the inside of her thigh, inching inward. teasing as if he hadn't already decided what he'd do next. "always in a hurry to get ruined." rocking forward to crowd her with his presence, his cock stain became visibly apparent against the zipper of his pants. he folded himself and bent directly over tweety to drag his tongue over her nipple, careful this time, letting saliva and apologies soothe the bite. "you’re not even pretending to behave," he continued, muffled, the words spoken directly into the curve of her breast.

"this isn't romance?" she gives him a smile that borders on soft, he digs his claws into her and she shows her belly, lets him see her soft and decides she's unafraid of the consequence. "...eaten alive? do you promise?" the smirk is back, as is the teasing lilt in her voice. she gives in to the want, to the part of her that just needs-- that has her pressing soaked underwear against the seam of his trousers. not enough--but good. she meets his eyes, falls into his gaze and shudders.

he studies her, with a gaze so heated, she can feel it lick against her skin. open flame. she wants to ask him a question, but he's touching her--gentler than she'd anticipated. she gasps when his tongue dances across her stomach, her skin responds in goosebumps. he sees her so clearly sometimes it's startling. sees the way her body bends for him, hips still shifting, body still chasing something, even as he floods it with sensation. "i feel you." the world shrinks when he's touching her, the city-- the room it all fades into background noise. there's just a see of blue, and black-- the shark point of his teeth, the warmth of his, despite everything. there's just blake. she's in nothing but his bracelet now, he leaves it on, and she's glad of it. she giggles when he flips her over, soft lust drunk laughter that fades quickly into needy little moans. she's never beens shy about letting him know what she needs.

her hands first his shirt, drag it upward, chases his skin. she wants it off, and her patience is evaporating. she moans, whimpers--when he nips her nipple. it hurts--a little, but the pain fades, cools into flame tipped pleasure, her hips buckle. her nails dig into his back--hold him closer. it's just like her to chase the pain, chase the pleasure too. she's so greedy for him. "blake--" she shudders softly, and tugs on the shirt. "off-- take it off."

[aquamanandfriends]

Morning Modifications [Vik/Vagabonds]

@thestoriesincoffeestains continued from [ x ]

[ text - lex ]: he won't say it but Blake's distracted so just pick up that slack [ text - lex ]: way too many cops around, stay safe

Blake laughed, shook his head and revved his engine in return, "I never let anyone win, ya gotta earn that shit." He called out over the motor as he lined up next to Vik then leaned down over the handlebars.

Kit kept bouncing on the balls of her feet eager to see how Vik's bike would stand up against Blake. Slim moved just in front of the two racers, lifted a hand, looked to the finish line and gave Swirv a nod then counted them down. As soon as his arm dropped the two were off in a cloud of dust.

"Oh fuck--" Clutch waved the dirt away from his face but didn't look away. It was a short race and the two were neck and neck the whole way but from their end they couldn't see who crossed the line first. In a rush, all three bikers hopped on their bikes and rode down to the gas station to meet up with Swirv and review the playback.

"That was so damn tight!" Clutch called out with a laugh as he parked his bike and jumped off quickly towering over Swirv's shoulder. Blake and Vik watched intently, Blake brushed a hand through his white blond hair.

"Shit that was close..." Blake mumbled and nudged Vik with his helmet at his side, the smallest smirk on his lips. "You're fuckin' good," he mumbled.

"Did she beat you?" Kit asked pushing her way in with Slim next to her. "It's like a hair but she totally fucking beat you! Oh my god!" Kit laughed and reached out to tap Vik's arm. "No fuckin' way!"

"You can't see that," Blake countered and shoved Kit teasingly, his lips still quirked up in the smallest of smirks. "It's a tie at best." He turned to Swirv, "Right?"

[transbookoftheday]

Agender Books To Read For Agender Pride Day

Happy Agender Pride Day! Here are some books with agender characters you should read:

Book Titles:

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta

The Evolving Truth of Ever-Stronger Will by Maya MacGregor

In the Care of Magic by Robin Jo Margaret

Our Bloody Pearl by D.N. Bryn

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall

The Thread That Binds by Cedar McCloud

Werecockroach by Polenth Blake

[xnocturnalsx]

Closed starter for: @lcvelythings Character: Blake Sinclair ft. Anelise Allard.

"Don't act like you didn't expect to see me here," Blake slurred out as he stood in the doorway of her dressing room, watching her through the reflection of the mirror. He'd done this with her plenty. Go to the club she worked at, get drunk as he watched her perform, then pester her until he got a response he liked. It was repetitive, but it was a game Blake found himself playing over and over. "I know you were waiting for me. You always do. Why else are you always the last to leave?" He smirked at her, twirling a half-empty glass in his hand. "Why don't we leave together tonight? Just you and I, a casual moonlight stroll... Or we can say fuck all of that cookie-cutter bullshit and cut to the chase." He lifted the cup to his lips, taking a long sip from the straw. "Your choice, princess. It'd be a shame for either of us to spend the night alone."

[loveshard]

blake didn’t answer, but tilted his head, neck still exposed for her examination. he liked to leave streaks. evidence of friction, little signs that they’d touched. he tried to consider what that said about him: trophy hunters or simply neurotic? probably both. he sat still in a little pocket of silence, watching her expression. he wondered what it might be, to let her really try. could he pretend to bleed, if only for her? could he let her think she’d left a mark that mattered? there had been others, many others, who’d wanted proof of their conquest, relics of the unliving made living through proximity. tweety wasn’t like them, exactly, but maybe she already knew she was different from the rest. he shifted under her, not bothering to feign vulnerability, but offering his throat all the same. "it’s not the same," he said, because it wasn’t, and also because he wanted to see her try and tell him otherwise. even in his attempt to be vague and stiff in response.

he wanted to laugh. it was true, and the truth, especially when flecked in the wet pink of her mouth, never failed to upend something crucial in him. "i know the theory," blake confessed, "but not the practice." maybe he didn’t struggle with the thought of her drinking from him, but the idea of yielding—letting a human take anything from him—seated a core fear, low in his belly. what if he was emptied out, and liked it? that, he could never say out loud, not even to her. it would be a weakness, and blake loathed the word and all it implied. weakness was for prey, not predator. "but i think you're confusing taking with giving."

somewhere in the next room, laughter cut against the drywall, followed by the thud of someone stumbling into, or over, something expensive. he rolled his eyes, both annoyed and comforted by other people's overindulgence. "if you were just a toy, you’d be battery-powered and silent," blake countered. "but you keep talking, don’t you. even when i bite," the final tease before he twisted his hips and reversed them, anding above her with a satisfying thump. he braced himself over her, a knee on either side of her hips, the weight of him pinning her down, holding her there on the borrowed bedspread. "you’re the loudest thing in my world," he stated, which was a compliment in a universe of throttled senses. was i the only one? still was left unanswered. something he felt he could outrun if he was stronger, quicker. but there was only so many times they could avoid this conversation. lying would have been easier, or at least more expected, but blake was nothing if not an expert at the ugly truth. because there was always someone else; that was the doctrine, the open arrangement, the unspoken contract. but tonight, he couldn’t remember the names, the faces. only the mortal he trapped beneath his body. "for tonight, you are," he answered, and that was as close as he’d get to full disclosure. "i only want you right now."

"i'd never hurt you." honesty. it was the one thing she constantly gave him, despite her own maccinations. she did it sometimes, wrapped her truth in double speak, slipped rings on his fingers and swallowed down the words that threatened to slip beyond the tight grasp of control. but she'd never lied to him. she knows what vampires can do, has trailed behind pandora for long enough to recognise the danger-- has ignored the other girls warnings too, in the same breath. she doesn't even wear the talisman the other had given, she just--trusts him and accepts the cost of it. it's madness. it's.... love. "it doesn't hurt when you bite me." but she's sure he knows that. it can hurt, she supposes--if he's reckless, or impatient. but mostly, it can feel-- oddly euphoric. there's a sharp nip--and then, quiet. she wonders if that's what he wants, her hurt. pain is one thing, hurt is another. "handle what exactly?" she meets his gaze, steady-- a small smile on her lips. "drinking from you?" she arches a brow, as he throws the challenge. she wonders what he's decided-- because he has decided something, but he loves to see her work for it. "i think you know i could. i think you'd...struggle with it." she leans in then, her nose brushing against his, her lips a ghost across his own, "i know what it is to give, blake. do you?"

she laughs softly when he mentions fighting for him, like she'd need incentive to. she's a feisty little thing when she's decided on something, and her father had never been one to encourage weakness in his child. against a supernatural she had no chance, but-- against a human? her odds would be decidedly better. "you just like it when i get a little vicious." she makes a soft sound of pleasure when he laps at her palm, cups his cheek with her other hand-- and lets him chase the last of her blood from her palm.

"is that what i am-- a toy?" she tsks softly, playful-- but there's a soft undercurrent of something there, iron--maybe, steel. "semantics." she smirks, and shakes her head. he's as much of an escape artist as she is. "why do you need to hear me say it? when you already know...?" the answer is there, in her blood on his lips, in his bracelet on her wrist. she doesn't want to give it to him, wants to hold her truth and bury it, wrap it in semantics-- because if she says it, it's real, and this game they play becomes something else, and he holds all the chips, and all of the power. she should shift off his lap, extend this round a little longer-- "am i the only one?" if it's her vulnerability he wants, she'll give it to him--despite her better judgement.

[loveshard]

continued from blake's open starter (@pixc1s)

blake sighed through his nose. it physically pained him to respond to that level of sincerity. he didn’t stop walking at first, just glanced sideways, his expression unchanging except for the subtle twitch of his brow. daeho had stopped. which meant blake had to stop too. the pr leash around his neck pulled tight. "you ask a lot of questions." then, casually, he plucked daeho’s coffee cup out of his hand, took a sip like his own. "jesus. do you drink this on purpose?" he grimaced, and took another sip. "too sweet," blake commented, then handed it back with zero apology. "my publicist has a… vivid imagination. i assume yours does, as well," he explained after a beat. blake stepped closer, using the movement to guide them both back into walking, his hand settling at the small of daeho's back. "because a stunt like this? it’ll get the attention you need. trust me." he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at daeho with a glint of amusement. "if you’re lucky, it’ll do wonders for you. now, look at me like i've said something profoundly interesting."

[kinkiskarmas]

continued from open here ; for @virtueofsanityx

If the circumstances weren't bad enough, Theo felt a little guilty Marvin had to be dragged into this, out of all people. With his higher ups pressing for him to finish the parent/teacher conferences during the allotted time, he didn't have much of a choice of his own — particularly when it came to the discussion a student had no chance of passing by the end of the school year. He looked up from his papers and shook his head at the offering, pressing his lips together to keep some professional level of composure. He couldn't lie and say it wasn't humorous, the great attempts of the stranger who, deep down, cared about the kid... or, at least, about himself enough to get off without obligation. His pen carefully scratched against the document in front of him, pressing a little too firm, ink spilling onto the page as he nervously clicked the tip a couple of times before ultimately shaking his head. "I don't do drugs," he said, as if that was the only bribery Marvin had tried on him. "And even if I did lie, he simply wouldn't perform well after summer break. It's out of my hands."

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Will Darling/Kim Secretan- The Will Darling Adventures by KJ Charles

Phèdre nó Delaunay/Melisande Shahrizai- Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey

Gideon Drake/Nico de Varona- The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery- Shade of Magic Series by Victoria Schwab

[loveshard]

"i'm making a choice to be here with you, nobody else. only you. don't you think i'm doing what i can? all i want to do is enjoy the little time we can spend together.. if you want to continue to give me shit, then why don't you make it easy on me and say you don't want me here? say the word and i'm gone."

                         “    no    .    i    do    have    one    with    you    believing    you    get    to    walk    in    and    out    of    my    life    as    you    please,    though    .    i    warned    you    about    making    hasty    decisions    and    you    opted    to    ignore    it,    so    what    makes    you    think    you    get    to    come    crawling    back    ?    ”

[andie-platonically]

i first listened to mistake on a plate while driving alone for two hours in the middle of the night through the desolate nothingness that is west texas (and feeling paranoid because i kept smelling oil, which like, yeah dude, it’s west texas) and so when i relistened to it i was like it cannot be as good as i remember i just had to be in a weird headspace but no it really is that good top tier off book ep i think it rewired my brain chemistry

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo arrives to the circuit ahead of practice for the Dutch GP | Friday | Zandvoort | Andy Hone

[godresembled]

@altrxisme asked ❝ ❃ ❞

He was so much gentler than she was used to, and she smiled at him, leaning into his touch. "Do your artistic talents include hair?" she asked lightly.

[loveshard]

"that's presumptuous. you really think you have what it takes to be the final girl?" blake asked, head tilted as his eyes flickered from the jack-o'-lantern as he studied clementine with that inscrutable gaze of his. not that he cared for horror movies perhaps with the same interest as the other, but he was drawn into the genre with the morbid curiosity, particularly with the gore aspects. anything that made most people squirm, made him light up like a christmas tree. "i was under the impression the fearless ones were the first to go. they always having something to prove, get in over their heads, and end up chasing after the mysterious, scary thing..." he trailed off, waiting to see if they could prove him wrong.

clementine threw her hands up in mock surrender, a grin spreading across her face despite the flicker of guilt lurking beneath. she knew she had a knack for getting under blake's skin, but sometimes her sense of humor didn't know where to draw the line—or when she'd crossed it. she tapped her chin thoughtfully, eyeing her pumpkin with gruesome pride. "it says i'm fearless. and that i don't care what anyone else thinks. and that i will be the one to survive at the end of every horror movie."

[anthonyxblake]

starter for @brodyblake

location: anthony's place

Cracking open two beers, Anthony brought them over to the couch where his younger brother was already sitting. "Sorry about the mess," he said, handing one of the beers to Brody, "Apparently I've gotten carried away with buyin' gifts for Courtney and Cohen." Something about being an uncle sparked a new life in him. "I see somethin' and I just buy it." Anthony told his younger brother, shaking his head as he moved to sit down on the couch next to him. "How're things with you, though?"

[fragmentedink]

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[scottyxthomas]

starter for @courtneyxblake

location: scotty and bridget's place

With Bridget working late at Seaside Sweets, she had decided to order in dinner with her sister. Courtney had texted that she had news, anyway and Scotty was not exactly the most patient person in the world. A knock on the door brought Scotty from the apartment kitchen where she had been unpacking the take out she had picked up on her way home from seeing her wife. "Hey," she grinned at her sister, letting her inside. "It's good to see you," she leaned in for a hug. "You look great, Court."