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[odditymuse]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ODDITYMUSE ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ━━ ind. open, selective multimuse loved by bun (28). oc friendly .ᐟ mostly canon muses from media like mha, one punch man, ffxv, frankenstein, glee, heated rivalry and more .ᐟ

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current highest muse : yagi toshinori, the creature, moon knight, shane hollander, ilya rozanov, stolas, husk, makoto tachibana, hinata shoyo, ignis scientia, blaine anderson, steve harrington, astarion ⚝

my lovelies .ᐟ : @/stxincd ⚝ @/normaltothemax ⚝ @/starshinc ⚝ @/threegoldfish ⚝ @/ficarica ⚝ @/should1st4yz ⚝ @/phantomarchives ⚝ @/taleswritten

other blogs .ᐟ : @xastralarchive ( oc multi )

[eiqhtyone]

reading shane had become as easy as breathing sometimes ( although they had made mistakes before , misinterpreted ). "yes , i can see inside your brain. you have very boring thoughts. and torture yourself too much." OF COURSE ILYA IS WORRIED ; the truth was though , the team hadn't taken him coming out to them well ( apart from cliff who had been surprisingly supportive , not that ilya had told any of them that he was seeing shane ). pressing a soft slow kiss to shane's forhead , he gently brushes a finger across his jaw.

"i am worried , yes , solnyshko. but i am also....content with the choice. is better for me to play for ottawa. better for us." & IT MADE SENSE , seeing as they were planning a charity together. it gave them more time too , less distance. they needed that , ilya thinks. "shane , i want this. i do not want to stay with boston. if you're blaming yourself , don't."

[odditymuse]

A snort, an eye roll. Boring, of course. It made Shane's lips twitch slightly, a smile he can't even begin to try and fight off in the moment. Said smile melting into something completely calmed when the brush of warm lips found his forehead. It was as if Ilya truly knew every little move that could put his racing mind at ease. Could halt those pesky thoughts, the spiral waiting to happen. Always overthinking.

Being called out for exactly what had been plaguing his mind makes Shane's throat go dry. Has him peeking through dark lashes like he wanted to apologize to the other. A slow exhale, a sort of forceful shift of his shoulders to try and ease the tension. " It's a good plan. And we've talked about it, we've gone over every detail, I know it'll work out, I just —. . . " A falter. A pause that lingered and then Shane wasn't able to meet those bright, clear eyes again. " . . . What if I'm asking too much of you? You're basically — basically uprooting everything. " There was guilt in his gut. There was uncertainty. Not for them, for their relationship but more so for what could fester. Resentment was such a nasty little emotion, and maybe Shane was scared of it.

[eiqhtyone]

ah yes , now hollander is interested - ilya can't help the grin that spreads across their lips as he rereads the message a few times. humming softly he leans back on his bed. THE HOTEL ROOM WASN'T GREAT - and cliff snoring across from him had only served to irritate ilya , who was incapable of sleep right now.

( text : jane ) i thought you were on strike? ( text : jane ) if you are on strike , you do not get picture ( text : jane ) is shame , a good picture. you would like it.

[odditymuse]

( text : lily ) you're doing that on purpose. ( text : lily ) you're such an asshole. But like most times Shane said it these days, did it really hold any heat behind it? No, because Rozanov was like a critter wiggling his way under Shane's skin. Made a home there and called it theirs like he'd belonged all along. It was so infuriating. . .

Bubbles show. Disappear. Show again. Gone. Ugh. Whatever. ( text : lily ) fine, no more strike. ( text : lily ) i'll go on strike later, or something. ( text : lily ) can i see the picture?

[bysp1ce]

he saw the effect that the words 'good boy' had on shane and it brought a grin from the vampire's lips because of how entertaining it was to know that he could get to the werewolf so easily. if he knew it was that easy, he would have done it a lot sooner. but right now he had shane growing flustered and sebastian felt his own cock twitch as he looked at the other man's that he wanted to see properly now. he needed to feel it as well, but he first wanted to see if shane was going to do what he requested or not.

"good, then show me." he wasn't about to let this go now that he knew shane was aroused and it was clear to see. he watched the younger man shift which intrigued the vampire even more. he knew what was going to come next and he was filled with anticipation for what he hoped would be a good show.

the way shane began to touch himself had sebastian's breath catching in a way it hadn't in centuries. it was just a force of habit from his human years. it was such an arousing sight already and shane was just touching his thigh, but soon enough he started to touch his cock. "good boy." he murmured with lust fully evident in his voice as he took in the sight of the man before him. "does that feel good?"

[odditymuse]

The more Sebastian spoke, the more flushed Shane became. Another ' good boy ' that left Shane to tense his jaw a second, blink eyes open and squint them slightly in the vampire's direction. A small, huffed, " Shut up, " being his only real reply. No fire behind it, no umph to show he genuinely meant it. Like he was just speaking to speak, being difficult to be difficult. A sort of push to Sebastian's pull that felt oddly natural. However, no matter what he wanted to act like — it would be a bold-faced lie to say it didn't feel good. There was no way to prove those words incorrect because he was there, he was touching himself, and he was hard.

Shane felt it like a lick of fire in his gut. Felt it in his toes flexing and his stomach muscles twitching. Felt it hotter when Sebastian never stopped staring. He was watching Shane like a hawk and the werewolf, as predatory as his kind were claimed to be — felt like the smallest bit of prey in that moment. Miniscule and pathetic and trapped. The fire licked brighter than seconds ago. " Obviously. . . " Mumbled, breathless. Eyes dancing back and forth before glancing away again as he shifted once more. Decided to just get it done with and bite down the embarrassment and shame. Curled fingers into the waist of his boxer briefs and tugged them down, slowly but surely. Just to mid thigh, not willing to shift his position to get them off fully. Just enough to let his cock slip free, twitching in the cool air of the room, curving towards his own hip. He knew his flush was down to his chest, tried to ignore it as he carefully wrapped a hand back around himself. Dry, a little unpleasant, but not the worst he could be giving himself. " Are you just going to sit there watching. . ? "

[stxincd]

Ilya rolls his eyes at the normal-sized thing, lets out a little grunt of sorts, accompanied by a half-shrug; Normal-sized, not normal-sized, big, small, minuscule... doesn't matter. The tub is empty in one way or another and Ilya cannot have it as a snack again because of that, which is a problem.

However, said problem isn't really acknowledged as the love of his life continues to massage his legs - slaps his feet, to which Ilya rolls his eyes yet again but decides to be good, allows for his Alpha to knead at all of those sore knots that have formed within his muscles. It feels good, actually - it feels incredible, to be honest - and here the Omega is, melting further into the cusions in return, eyes turning a bit heavy-lidded as a gentle purr begins to escape his lungs...

A noise of utter content, happy, cared-for. A subconscious response to the attention he receives, primal in nature, carved into his bones because of his gender.

---But when Shane speaks up after a while - after reminding Ilya that, yes, he hates decaf anyways, fuck - it sounds so thoughtful and hesitant almost, that Ilya's undivided attention returns within a second and a half; He blinks his eyes back open as wide as before, awake and alert, as he lifts his head a bit to take a better look at his mate - accompanied by two lifted brows, curiosity and surprise both being written over his features...

"---Do I regret it?", he asks and sounds as deadpan as he can possibly be, like Shane's just told him the most ridiculous news of the century. "...Do I regret it because of weird as fuck cravings in combination with me puking my guts out every morning?"

A rhetorical question, much like the first one - and, again, Ilya keeps looking at the love of his life as if his Alpha had just decided to turn himself into a Beta, as if Shane had just decided that Hockey actually sucks, as if the man kneading his legs so lovingly has just declared that he's not Canadian but Portugese instead.

"Hollander." A pregnant (hah) pause, a blink, a knit of those brows once the initial surprise has fallen off of his face. "---I literally begged you to knock me up. Sure, was in heat, but I still had functinal brain... partially." A hum, a tilt of his head, before Ilya focuses back on Shane - reaches an arm out to grab one of those wrists that's now close enough because Shane's massaging the backside of his knees, curls his fingers around it, holds on tenderly.

Looking at his husband as he does, pointedly so.

"No, Shane - I do not regret little Shaneberry." Once more, a pause, before he continues. "Is it annoying me sometimes? Yes. Have I puked more in the last two weeks than I have in my entire life combined? ---Almost. But would do it all over again, because this---" His free hand gives his belly a light pat for emphasis. "---Is our child. We made it. Symbol of love."

...A sniff, that typical one Ilya always does when he gets a bit emotional (or insecure, or thoughtful) before his gaze flicks to the side and he sinks back against the couch... clears his throat, licks his bottom lip.

"...I have always wanted kids.", he admits then, quietly so. "Always... imagined what it would be like. To have laughing little thing running around and call me Papa."

[odditymuse]

The purr was probably the pretties noise Ilya could possibly make, and there Shane was, saying some bullshit to make the noise come to a halt in the other man's chest. The Alpha in him mourned this, to an extent he almost wanted to release a deep sound of his own, maybe in discontent. He bit it down, was good at controlling emotions. Had learned to do so since he was young. Since getting into hockey and knowing those types of instincts could get you in trouble on the ice if you let them get carried away. Sure the sport was violent, but it wasn't a breeding ground for genuine trouble. Ilya looked at him then like he was insane. Looked at Shane in a way that made him almost bashful in a sense. Had him glancing away and biting his lip and furrowing his brows because maybe the question really had been a stupid one — but he hadn't been able to help it. They had a system since the day they met. Since Shane got a whiff of Ilya's scent and knew he was different. Since they met that first night all those years ago and Shane admitted he'd never done these things with a man. Hinted that he was worried about doing so because he wasn't exactly a ' typical Alpha ' if they went by dumb stereotypes. Yes, he helped with heats, that's what he did since they became an official couple but it was still always in the back of his mind, how different it was. A huff, his cheeks were warm now and he was rolling his eyes slightly. Granted the hand that took his did help. Eased some tension out of his shoulders. " Saying you had a functional brain during your heat is definitely pushing it. " It was a small tease, a little twitch to lips before his face fell into something softer. Something genuinely enamored by the man before him. To the point he felt like he could barely contain the sensation. Ilya wanted this. Didn't regret it. Would do it all over again. It warmed something so deep within him. Maybe it was as deep as his soul. . .

The sniff comes and Shane is only hesitating a second before shifting. Before taking Ilya's legs from his lap and instead crawling up on the couch. Awkward, a little bit, but shifting so he can squeeze himself between the back of it and Ilya's body. Arranging himself to carefully lower his weight onto the Omega's side, half draped over him, dipping in so he can find a home in the crook of the blonde's neck. Right where one of his scent glands was, just so he could nuzzle it, mark him a bit with his own. Comforting, loving. Truly adoring. " . . .You're going to be an amazing dad, y'know. " Shane finally settled on. Decided to accept Ilya's declaration as truth, believe he meant it and truly wanted this together. " And I'll take care of you. Like — really take care of you. Through all the bullshit, whenever it gets a little bad. I promise. "

[stxincd]

"---Neapoli-whatever." A huff, a wave of a hand, because he doesn't care about such small details like names when it comes to his favorite ice cream flavor; He's actually never been a big fan of strawberry-flavored things, but ever since Shane had managed to knock him up, he'd started to crave anything and everything strawberry, feeling especially fond of that Neapolitan stuff.

There's just something about the combination of chocolate, vanilla ans strawberry, Ilya thinks... "I worked it off after. Is fine. Baby got what it wanted and I did the workout to deal with those calories. Besides, the tub was small. Very small. What do you call it - minuscule? Yes, that. It was basically nothing."

The tub was a perfectly normal-sized one, meant to be enjoyed over the span of... well, days, perhaps. Again, a detail he doesn't care much about apparently, and yet he's brought up his I-regret-everything-workout he'd pushed in right after realizing that he'd essentially just consumed his daily calorie-intake in one single sitting.

---Anyways.

With his hand back to where his other one is already resting - on top of a hidden belly button and a baby-belly that's not really existing just yet, at least not when he's lying down the way he currently does, Ilya wiggles his toes again - curls them around Shane's fingers when they get close enough, playfully so, as he hums out a contemplating noise of sorts in return to what Shane's just said; He offers a one-shoulder-shrug, blue eyes flicking upto the ceiling, head leaning against the sofa's armrest...

"---Raspberry-sized beast, then. It definitely hungers. It craves. It makes me eat strawberry-flavored stuff! I also now hate the smell of coffee, Hollander, which is torture, because I am now asked to exist without my daily coffee! It uses its powers against me..."

A pause in which Ilya blinks, then lifts his head to look back down at the love of his life - his mate, his Alpha, his perfect Shane. A second passes, two...

"...Is adorable." A statement being made, followed by Ilya nodding. "Raspberry. I like it. I will from now on call our hungry beast a raspberry. Is little raspberry which can make me act strange and puke my guts out at 5am in the morning. And you are at fault, Hollander, for putting it into me. ---Does that make it a Shane-Rasperry? Shaneberry?"

Okay, he's being a bit stupid now, and Ilya cannot stop himself from smirking, but... it is cute, in a way, no? He tries to keep it down though, brings a pout back onto his features and gives his best attempt at a puppy-eyed stare...

"...But raspberry really craves Neapolitan ice cream, Shane. It is forcing me to crave it."

[odditymuse]

" The tub was definitely normal sized, " Because of course Shane had to interject with actual facts. However the entire time his lips were curled and his eyes were that soft, wide, round. Shining and flickering back and forth as he watched Ilya laze there on the couch with him. Watched muscles begin to relax as he continued his work on those legs. Maybe he should give the blonde a full body massage? He'd gotten them before, felt like he could replicate that. . . maybe he'd mention it later. Toes wiggled, curled around his wandering fingers, made Shane grimace and smack at the bottom of Ilya's foot to make him behave, stop moving, though the words never left his mouth. Fingers massaged deeper into tissue, getting as far as near Ilya's knees, slipping behind them into the dip, trying to be firm enough that it might not tickle. " Caffeine is bad for you when pregnant, anyways. And you hate decaf. " He reminded and pointed out, raising brows a bit at the comment. Little things he knew about Ilya because duh, of course he did. You don't spend 10+ years with a man and not know his tiny preferences. That was just silly. A calm, then Ilya's admission. Something soft begins to unfurl deep in Shane's chest. Because it is adorable. . . something so tiny, barely there, but soon to grow. Could fit in Shane's palm, but would eventually be a whole little human being. . . It left him to get this sort of dopey expression — awed and in love and prideful. Because, well. . .

" Yeah, I — did put it into you. " A little twitch to his lips, a happy flush to his cheeks. However he did lick his lips after, look down to where his hands moved. Watched them a long while before he spoke up again. Not accusatory, not uncertain, but maybe curious. " . . . You don't regret it, right? Even if it's — even with the morning sickness and the weird cravings. . ? " It would get worse, Shane knew. Might be hard, might make things hard for them. It hadn't necessarily been planned, he knew that. Broke a routine Shane had made for them for the next years of their life, but. . . But somehow he hadn't been upset, to find out. Even if it changed things in ways he wasn't prepared for, he'd been kind of over the moon. Knew Ilya was too, of course, but he still had to wonder.

[odditymuse]

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[odditymuse]

shane hollander ꒰ @stxincd ꒱ sent : ⤷ bend me over the nearest surface and leave my thighs dripping.

10+ years, and Ilya was positive he would never get tired of Shane surprising him. Whether it be sexually or not, there was always that burst of excitement in the blonde's chest, melting down into the pit of his stomach, when his husband got this way. Got needy, got wanton, got absolutely filthy. Just a few simple words, and Ilya was on him like predator to prey. Maybe it was the workout session they'd just finished in their home gym. Maybe it was the fact Shane was still riding a high from a perfect win he'd gotten the night before. Whatever it was, Ilya was absolutely, without a doubt, going to take advantage of it. Make the best of it.

It was so easy to huff, to laugh in a way that felt more like a forced burst of air than anything else. Easy to crowd Shane then, take up his space and press the other against the nearest ' surface ' — which just so happened to be the back of their very lovely couch. A shower was calling their name and yet Ilya could not give a damn about such a thing when Shane decided it was time to be a menace. Hah. . . Ilya thought he must learn from the best over the years. " Shane Hollander! This is very scandalous thing to say, so out of the blue. How long has this thought been in that dirty mind of yours, hmm? " Ilya sounded tickled pink. He sounded like he couldn't be more thrilled about the turn of the evening. Voice dripping with it as he hummed something low and let his hands find the soft curve of Shane's waist. " Leave thighs dripping. So lewd, Moy gryaznyy mal'chik. " Ilya's accent was thick, the Russian was a purr, and he was barely leaning in to graze the warmth of his lips across Shane's jawline. " You want to be so full of me it makes such a mess? "

[odditymuse]

sebastian ꒰ @fieldsofstardew ꒱ sent : ⤷ You can cum. if you let me cum in you first.

Sam was cooked. He was absolutely, 1000% cooked and dead and not even on this planet anymore, he was so sure of that. It started the way anything with them did recently. Hanging out, just existing together, not a care in the world. Maybe a drink or two snuck in because it was always nice to just relax. They both had shit going on, both had family issues they wanted to forget, ignore, pretend didn't exist. Maybe that's what found them always. . . here. Like this. Shy, at first. Hesitant in some instances, but every time they fell into one another it got less and less strange and more natural. This, however. . . this was definitely beyond a few messy make-out sessions. And Sam realized he didn't really mind it one bit.

His mind was reeling, and every thought he had felt like it was sort of dumbed down to the feeling of pure arousal in the pit of his stomach. He was hard — actually he was so hard and been so hard for so long he wondered if it was healthy. Wondered if all the blood rushing south would kill him with how fuzzy it made him in the head. He was surrounded by Sebastian in a way that felt dizzying. His body, his scent, his hushed sounds, all of it. Sam knew he had to look a mess. All rumbled hair and flushed skin. Realized he didn't exactly care, if Sebastian kept touching him like that. In fact the blonde was so lost in the sensation of it all that it took exactly five long, drawn out seconds to realize what had even been said to him. . . . and when he did he was lucky he didn't make a total idiot of himself and bust right then and there, holy — " Holy shit, dude, that's — really fucking hot? " Sam sounded astonished. He laughed through it, bit his lip, let bright eyes dance up and meet Sebastian's own. " You might wanna get to it before I can't promise I'll make it that long. . . "

[odditymuse]

shane hollander ꒰ @rinkholy ꒱ sent : ⤷ are you gonna fill me up, or was that all talk?

If there was one thing Ilya has learned about Shane over the many years they have been playing this song and dance, it's the fact the other man was far dirtier than he might ever want people to believe. Far more willing to take, and take, and take some more. Whatever Ilya might want to give him, or maybe even beyond that. Past that line in a place where Shane wanted more. It used to throw Ilya for a loop — complete and utter surprise at the fiend his lover could be. Now, though? Now he simply waited for it, longed for it, ate it up. Looking down at his pretty husband with those pretty eyes shining up at him, challenging and fiery. It reminded Ilya of their time on the ice together, whenever it came. Shane was a determined man and that did not disappear in the bedroom.

Spread out for Ilya like he was — on his back, thighs making room for the blonde in between. Room for Ilya to settle in, one hand fanning out over a slightly trembling abdomen while his other worked three fingers inside slick, warm heat. He'd been taking his time, mumbling filthy nonsense that Shane seemed to latch onto as the night continues on. This was Ilya's favorite part of the game, after all. Breaking Shane apart, little by little. Fucking those desperate sounds out of the other's mouth, from the depths of his lungs. Clear blue eyes bright, attentive, barely a ring of color engulfed by blown pupil. If he was allowed, he'd stay like this all night. Right here, slowly thrusting his fingers inside, curling them just right to tease Shane in a way he knew would drive him up the wall. " You think I say things I do not mean? " Ilya's voice was a hum more than words, accent thick and lust apparent through words. He leaned in, leaned down. Latched lips to the soft skin of Shane's inner thigh, trailing across twitching muscle, only sucking hard enough to hint at a mark being left behind. He made sure his fingers drove home before the smirk twitched across his face, eyes never leaving the other. " Seems like you're having fun like this, no? Maybe I just make you cum on my fingers instead of my cock. " It was spoken so casually, like weather, like idle chatter. Breathed into Shane's skin as Ilya let teeth sink into meat in a way he knew the other would feel. " Or maybe you could beg for it, if you really want me to fill you up. "

[odditymuse]

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[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ fill me up.

some very, VERY nsfw starters focusing on ... breeding kinks! warnings: pregnancy talk, breeding talk.

i'm gonna knock you up.

fuck your cum back in me.

i want to feel you dripping out of me.

pin me down and pump me full of you.

fill me up again and again and again...

i can't wait to see your belly swell.

mount me, take me, i'm yours.

i'm going to fill you with load after load...

give me your seed.

i need your thick cock twitching in me.

i'm going to hold you down while you take it.

you look so good filled with my cum.

you're never going to feel empty again.

stay inside me, don't let anything drip out...

put your legs up, i want it to take.

please, please, i need to cum in you.

you're filling me up so good...

be a good [ boy / girl ] and cum in me.

i forgot a condom... guess it's a sign.

i'm going to milk you dry.

i need to cum in you.

i can't wait to see your tits get heavy...

i want to see my cum leaking out of your cunt.

if you don't cum inside of me right now, i'm going to cry.

everyone's going to know you're mine.

i'm going to cum in you whether you like it or not.

please cum in me, please, please don't pull out.

are you gonna let me get you pregnant?

gonna hold you down until it takes.

i'm going to ride you until you paint my pussy white.

you can cum. if you let me cum in you first.

i forgot my birth control.

hold me down by my hips and make me yours.

i can feel you against my womb...

you're getting every drop of me.

if you don't get pregnant, guess we'll have to do it again...

i don't actually want to get pregnant!

be a good [ boy / girl ] and let me cum in you.

are you gonna fill me up, or was that all talk?

please, i need it! fill me up!

i don't wanna feel empty anymore.

i wanna feel you twitching in me while you fill me up...

hold me down and breed me.

i'm gonna shove my cock so deep in you you'll feel it in your womb.

fuck, let me out, i'm gonna cum.

take it, fucking take it.

don't pull out until i'm overflowing with you.

i can't hold anymore in me...

i want you to ride me so i can picture your belly swelling while i cum in you.

how many times are you going to cum in me?

please let me cum in you [ mommy / daddy ], i need it, please.

you're so good at taking my cum.

i wanna put a baby in you.

shut up. i'm gonna cum.

bend me over the nearest surface and leave my thighs dripping.

are you pushing your cum back inside?

not cumming until you're cumming with me.

[odditymuse]

IN-CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.

SHANE HOLLANDER EDITION

1. What does your muse smell like? if it's not sweat/musk from a game/working out, shane usually just smells like. . . fresh laundry, maybe? something soft, light, not really invasive. possible aftershave, depending on if he'd done the shaving that day or not. all his body washes/shampoos are all fairly light fragrances because anything heavy usually irritates his nose. if i picked a scent it would be kakigori white crush. soapy/clean, synthetic, creamy. 2. How often does your muse bathe / shower? Any habits? oh daily showers. shane has a routine and he's not breaking it unless the world is ending and even then he hardly ever does. he's also a morning shower kind of guy, and never skips a shower after practice/games. if he does you know something is up. when he showers he has a method to it as well which takes some time. shampoo, conditioner, any other selfcare he decides he wants to do, rinse conditioner, then wash his body to get the conditioner residue off him because he hates the slick feeling it leaves behind on his skin. 3. Does your muse have any tattoos or piercings? nada. i think he thinks about it, after ilya gets his own tattoo, but it's not exactly something he's festering over or anything like that. i feel like rose definitely mentions he'd look cute with pierced ears, but he probably just thinks it will be an irritating feeling when he sleeps/when he has to wear his helmet so he decides against the idea. 4. Any movement quirks? shane definitely has a tendency to chew on things. when absent-minded, when nervous, when irritated. pen caps, straws, things like that. but he also sort of hates chewing gum because there's not really a flavor he enjoys? all mints are always too strong, and the fruity ones make him feel as if he might as well just be eating actual candy (which he never does). anything else he's picked up from ilya -- the self soothing things the other does. 5. What do they sleep in? t-shirt and boxer briefs, just the boxers, or if he's with ilya at times -- naked. 6. What's their favorite piece of clothing? a worn blue hoodie he finds the most comfortable and refuses to throw out. otherwises just sporty-type clothing. or whatever that hired stylist of his chooses, at times, isn't the worst. there's definitely a hoodie of ilya's he's stolen and wears when they're separated. 7. What do they do when they wake up? if shane isn't going off an alarm, his internal clock is set at nearly 5am each morning. but it depends. if he's with ilya and they don't have an early schedule he'll lay in bed until the other gets up. sometimes if he's awake and cant stay laying down he'll be up to make breakfast (usually a oat bowl or a smoothie). very adamant about immediate teeth brushing and the like, so that's in the routine as well. 8. How do they sleep? Position? shane is an 'optimal' sleeper. so it's either on his back with a specific pillow setup, or on his left side. however that's only when he's alone, because if he's sharing a bed with ilya there is an array of positions they end up in. either shane being spooned, or ilya draping over him like some weighted blanket. those are fine, too, even if his brain reminds him it's not the best way health wise, he tends to not care so much in those instances. . . 9. What do their hands usually feel like? definitely a little rough from all the time he's played hockey, but still surprisingly soft considering his constant use of lotions and whatnot. shane also has surprisingly large hands, so depending on who's touching them or being touched, it probably feels pretty engulfing. 10. If you kissed them, what would they taste like? depends on when. morning kisses would be minty, kisses after eating would probably have something protein-y or fruity to them. possibly a bit like chapstick, but not in a fun way because shane does not use flavored ones (he's convinced they don't work as well as medicated chapstick). maybe a bit like his protein shakes he drinks. pre-workout if you catch him before the gym.

tagged by ! : @stxincd uvu tagging ! : you mf

[odditymuse]

HABITS HABITS HABITS .  bold  italic  -  well-known  +  known  for .  bold  -  often.  italics  -  sometimes.  strike  -  will  never .

 nail  biting  |  throat  clearing  |  lying  |  interrupting  |  chewing  the  ends  of  pens  |  smoking  |  swearing  in  spanish  |  knuckle  cracking  |  thumb  sucking  |  muttering  under  their  breath  |  talking  to  themselves  |  nose  picking  |  binge  drinking  |  oversleeping  |  snacking  between  meals  |  skipping  meals  |  picking  at  skin  |  impulse  buying  |  talking  with  their  mouth  full  |  humming/singing  to  themselves  |  chewing  gum  |  leg  jiggling  |  foot  tapping  |  hair  twirling  |  whistling  |  eye  rolling  |  licking  lips  |  sniffing  |  squinting  |  rubbing  hands  together  |  jaw  clenching  |  gesturing  while  talking  |  putting  feet  up  on  tables  |  tucking  hair  behind  ears  |  chewing  lips  |  crossing  arms  over  chest  |  putting  hands  on  hips  |  rubbing  the  back  of  their  neck  |  being  late  |  procrastinating  |  doodling  |  shredding  paper  |  peeling  off  bottle  labels  |  forgetfulness  |  running  hands  through  hair  |  overreacting  |  teeth  grinding  |  nostril  flaring  |  slouching  |  pacing  |  drumming  fingers  |  fist  clenching  |  pinching  bridge  of  nose  |  rubbing  temples  |  rolling  shoulders

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[odditymuse]

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[bysp1ce]

one minute they were supposed to be enemies and now, they were together in sebastian's bedroom where rival species were the last thing on their minds. all that mattered right now was the fact that the vampire was aroused and a desire had formed in him to have shane all to himself. wanting to feel the warmth of his body against his own while marking him up with his fangs.

they were mostly undressed by this point with sebastian wearing his boxers and nothing else, though they'd soon be removed as his cock was straining against the fabric. first though, he had something he wanted shane to do for him as he laid on his bed, propped up on his elbows.

he gave the werewolf a devious smirk at the way he reacted to his request, finding it almost laughable that shane was choosing now to be shy when thy were just making out and undressing each other.

"yes, right in front of me. go on, wolf. i want to see you pleasure yourself." he repeated as if it was the most basic thing in the world for the younger man to do. "be a good boy and stroke your cock." it was half a way to persuade shane to comply with his request, but also a way of poking fun at the fact that the other man was a werewolf. "are you scared to show me your cock?"

[odditymuse]

The words washed over Shane in a manner that made shame curdle up in his gut — because not only was it demeaning towards his kind. . . But it left his own cock to give a hearty jerk in the confines of his own boxer briefs. Clear as day, nothing to necessarily hide the reaction, leaving the werewolf to swallow, look away, hope that not staring Sebastian right in the face would ease the rush of embarrassment that drenched him in that moment. He shouldn't want this. They shouldn't want this. Maybe it was all some ploy. Maybe Sebastian was going to drain him dry and kill him and it was all some way to get Shane defenseless and needy and — He had to hard stop his brain from continuing. Crumbled up the idea and took a slow breath to settle the beating of his heart. They shouldn't be doing this, but they were and from what he could tell, Sebastian wanted it just as much. . .

" I'm not scared. " Firm, certain. Shane shifted on the bed at the end that Sebastian wasn't. Some distance there, the wolf sitting on his knees. Shifting, letting them spread, letting his ass come down to rest on the bed between his feet. It spread him out, put him more on display than he wished it would. Left him to swallow hard before carefully moving a hand. Onto his thigh, first. Rubbing into soft, plush muscle. Like psyching himself out for it. Distracting his mile-a-minute brain process down to just touch, feel, desire. He ignored the fact that doing this, listening, proved he was willing to follow orders. Like a little pup. He closed his eyes, ignored the taunting in his own head. Finally let his hand trail up, sucking in a slow breath when he cupped over himself, felt how he was still so stupidly reactive even when being so petulant about it all.

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.