#(blake.)

[sixbigideas]

you know who hasn’t gotten to have time in a while? blake.

[chrissv4mp]

waves hi pool

what would you do if when you okay so he said yes would go

[opilia]

I forgot to post this around Christmas time. but~ my daughter, Blake and I from the gathering at Ares.

[ please don't look hard and long at this at all. its all rough and there are parts that I gave up on and details that don't look right, shapes that are wrong. sobbing. I gave up after struggling on this for days. jdslkg ]

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[astrologays]

5b from blake for @midnightsciety

The locker room air clung to Blake’s skin like a second pulse—thick with chlorine and the electric charge of finally getting what he wanted. Because there was Lachlan, all flushed cheeks and dark, hungry eyes, that towel barely clinging to his hips like a dare, and Blake was done pretending he didn’t see the way the boy watched him, the way his breath hitched every time their gazes locked in the mirrors. His fingers twitched at his sides, his cock already heavy with the weight of weeks of stolen glances, of imagining just how those lean thighs would tremble if he pinned them apart. He stepped in close, the heat between them suffocating, his voice a rough edge of command - "You’ve been looking at me for weeks." -because he knew, and the way Lachlan’s lips parted, the way his body leaned in without thinking, told Blake everything he needed. His hand found Lachlan’s hip, thumb hooking into the loose waistband of the towel, and when the younger man didn’t pull away, when he only shuddered, Blake smirked, dark and knowing, before his mouth crashed down on Lachlan’s in a kiss that was all teeth and need. The towel hit the floor, forgotten, as Blake spun him, pressing him against the cold metal of the lockers, his body covering Lachlan’s from behind, his cock grinding against the perfect, tight ass he’d been fantasizing about for far too long. "Fuck," he groaned against Lachlan’s shoulder, his fingers already working his own waistband free, because he wasn’t waiting, not when Lachlan was whimpering, not when his body arched back into Blake’s touch like he was made for it. The thrill of it, the wrongness of it, only made him harder, his voice a growl in Lachlan’s ear-"You’re going to be so good for me" before his hand slid between those cheeks, teasing, possessive, and Blake Haas, who spent his life dissecting restraint, finally stopped thinking and just took.

[doughyduo]

Blake.

[teddylawrence]

“Hey,” Slipping into Blake’s dorm came with all the dread one felt when they were heading towards a final exam they were ill prepared for. There was probably a thousand things Teddy should’ve said, but all that came out afterwards was a meek, “Sorry,” Sorry for being so MIA, sorry for being kinda cunty the last few days, sorry for kissing someone else. It was paired with a rather pathetic shrug, unsure of where to go from there, simply shaking the bottle of wine in hand as a proper way to start a conversation, “Dunno why I brought this. Just thought maybe - I don’t know, it’d be nice. If you wanted some,” he mumbled, growing frustrated with his incapability to properly form a sentence. Teddy was already tipsy as it was, which hadn’t exactly been the goal, but it was called liquid courage for a reason. @knoxblake​

[deepend-swimmer]

thinking about it, it being Schofield floating through a river covered by cherry petals