i wanna be hunted by avi and be his lil housewife lol we can have 5 kids
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congrats, you've unlocked the feral avi route! the moment you express even the slightest interest in breeding, he will go mad with power. he'll chase you happily and throw you on your back, shove your legs apart, and slobber all over you, most likely forcing an orgasm upon you incidentally. and when you're about as ready to take his wolf cock as you can be, he'll get to his feet and pick you up before settling you on his dick and holding you off the ground as he fucks you. he likes to show off his strength after all, and you want his babies, right? so he has to fuck you in the prime position so you'll get the strongest, healthiest offspring he can produce. he'll even lower you so you're almost upside-down and keep fucking you after he cums the first time, so you'll get every drop of it soaked into your womb and none will go to waste. and he's so excited for when you birth your first little pup or pups, not only for the babies themselves, but for the fact that your body will adjust and it'll be even easier to breed you and for you to birth all your other ones. trust him, if you want five, he's going to make them the best five pups with the softest red hair and the cutest little wolf tails.
A/N: I got this idea watching an interview with Avi and Kevin.
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You were in a music shop, looking for the newest Pentatonix CD.
“It was supposed to come out today.” You muttered. Your basket was currently filled with a handful of PTX CD’s, but you couldn’t find the new one. You sighed, and figured it must have been sold out. You walked up to the cash register and started placing your items on the desk.
Surprisingly, you were the only one at the store today. Until you heard the bell on the shop door ring, that is. You turned around to see, because you heard a noise and that’s what people do, and you observed the people that just walked in. A tall man, with dark skin and hair, and a shorter man, also with dark hair, although his hair was long and he had a beard. He also wore a hat. You recognized these people. Your eyes grew wide as you turned back around, hoping and praying they wouldn’t notice you and your small obsession with them.
The man who was checking you out, the guy at the cash register, looked up and smiled.
“There you are. I was beginning to wonder.” He said. The man turned to you. “Can I take care of this for a second?”
No. Don’t leave, please. Just let me get done, and get out, you thought. Your mouth wasn’t in sync with your brain, however. So you said, “yeah, sure.” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. You placed your left hand on the side of your face, trying to hide it, as you leaned your elbow on the desk. The man at the desk smiled at you.
“Thanks.” He said, walking toward the celebrities.
“Take the boxes this way, boys.”
Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, you thought as you tapped your foot anxiously against the wood floor. With your free hand you pulled the lip of the baseball cap on your head forward, so it was covering more of your face. Your heart was racing and you didn’t know what to do. You started playing with your hair, tugging and twirling it, trying to calm yourself down.
The man, Eric, came back.
“Sorry about that. They just had boxes of their latest album to get delivered.” He explained.
Your head raised and your hand dropped. “Really? That’s what I was looking for.” You admitted. “Are they available yet?”
Just then, Avi and Kevin emerged from the back room.
“Well, no.”
Your face fell slightly.
“But since you’re the only one here today, I don’t suppose why I can’t let you have one.” He spoke, walking to the back. You smiled as you watched him disappear behind a door. Your eyes traveled slightly left and you saw Kevin and Avi. Kevin was looking at you, but Avi was looking at the back of a CD case, which you were thankful for. You always felt you’d be most comfortable with Kevin. Kevin smiled at you and walked over. Avi didn’t seem to notice his friend’s absence right away.
Kevin approached you, and you only turned slightly pink.
“Hello.” He greeted cheerfully.
“Hi.” You said back.
“You come here often?”
You smiled softly at the comment. “Yeah. It’s a small space, and it’s usually pretty empty. So that’s nice.”
Kevin nodded as Eric came out with the CD. He placed it on the desk, causing both you and Kevin to look down at the small pile of PTX albums you’ve collected. You turned a darker shade of pink.
“Which one’s your favorite?” Kevin asked politely. You looked at the tall man, slightly astounded. You picked up a Christmas one, double checking the back before showing it to him.
“I like this one.”
Kevin smiled. “How come? Just out of curiosity.” He clarified, raising his hands slightly.
“I like that you can really hear the difference between Mitch and-” You paused, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. You cleared your throat.
“I really like that you can clearly make out the differences of Mitch and Avi. I’m super impressed by both of their voices, and I think it’s very interesting to hear. I also really love bass, so.”
Kevin smiled at your confession.
“I also think you’re really talented.” You speak, looking up at him. “I don’t know anyone that can beatbox quite as well as you can.” You complimented. Kevin grinned.
“Thank you. It means a lot.”
“I don’t feel like you get enough credit, to be honest.” You admitted. Kevin shrugged.
“It’s not so bad.”
You smiled up at him. The room became silent for a few moments before you chuckled. Kevin turned back to you.
“What’s up?”
“I was just thinking how impressed I am at myself.”
When Kevin cocked his head you continued.
“I’m amazed I’m keeping my cool.” You clarified. Kevin smiled.
“Good job. Most people freak out, so I think you’re doing pretty well, too.”
You grinned up at him. “Thanks.” It was then, Avi decided to make his presence known. He stepped forward, slightly behind Kevin. Your eyes widened upon seeing him. Kevin followed your line of sight and smiled to himself. He turned to the side, allowing Avi to walk ahead of him.
“Avi, this is-” he paused. “I didn’t catch your name.”
You looked back up at Kevin and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Y/n.”
Kevin smiled again. “Avi, this is Y/n. Y/n, Avi.” He introduced. Avi stuck his hand out. You looked down and grabbed it, giving it a firm, as firm as you can, seeing as your arms are practically jelly, shake.
“Pleasure to meet you, Y/n.” Avi spoke. Your lips went dry at the sound of his voice. He had released your hand and you had moved them behind your back, trying to rub the clamminess off subtly.
“Yes, I know.” You manage to get out. You shake your head, realizing that wasn’t right. “Not, ‘I know it’s a pleasure to meet me’, I mean I know you’re Avi.” You speak, getting nervous. Kevin, who stood behind Avi couldn’t keep the mischievous grin off of his face.
So much for keeping your cool, you thought.
“You know who we are?” Avi questioned. You nodded.
“Of course. I watch you guys all the time on YouTube.” You panicked. “Not ‘watch you’. That’s kinda creepy. But YouTube is there for videos, and you put them out, so ‘yes’, but I also listen to you. You guys. Not just Avi.” You rambled. You could feel the sweat returning to your hands. You heaved a sigh and face palmed.
“Freaking kill me.” You muttered. Avi had a soft smile on his face, while Kevin looked like he was enjoying this immensely. And you hated him for it. You turned to Eric.
“How’s it going?” You asked, voice slightly more high pitched than you wanted.
“I have to register the new albums in. It’ll take a few more minutes.” He responded. Your heart dropped. Great. More time to make a fool of yourself, you thought. You banged your head off the desk, letting out a sigh.
“I can come back later and get it.” You offered, hoping you could leave this nightmare.
“There’s no point, now. It’s already started to register. If you left, you’d just have me do this for no reason.” Eric explained. You turned away.
“God, help me.” You muttered. Your face was now a bright red. “I don’t know what to do.” You whispered.
“What was that?” Kevin asked, smirk still on his face. “Didn’t catch that.”
“I said I don’t know what to do.” You admitted. “I don’t want to hold you guys up. The others probably would have expected you back by now.” You said, kind of hoping they’d go away so you didn’t have to endure this nightmare.
“Nah. You aren’t holding us up.” Kevin said.
“They don’t expect us at a certain time, anyway.” Avi added.
“Well-” you started, until Eric cut you off.
“Here it is, Y/n.” He said, handing you the album. You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way on your face as you looked at the back.
“Actually, there’s another album I want.” You spoke softly to him. You suddenly remembered Avi and Kevin standing about two feet away from you.
“I can always get it later, though.” You said.
“Nonsense.” Eric said. “Which one is it?”
“We can help you look for it!” Kevin spoke, trying to drag this on longer than necessary. You could swear he was out to get you as you saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“Well, it’s got the ‘Burning Ring of Fire’ on it. Avi guest-starred in it.” You muttered nervously.
“I remember that. It was fun.” Avi recalled, a smile on his face. As he started digging through the cd’s he absentmindedly started singing it. Your eyes widened as you watched him. Kevin grinned as he watched your reaction. Avi started to sing his part, and since you knew it by heart, you couldn’t keep the giddy grin off of your face, no matter how hard you tried. When Avi got to the part where he made the growl sound you closed your eyes in bliss. Kevin grinned from ear to ear.
Your eyes snapped open as a soft sigh left your lips.
“How do you do that!? It’s freaking amazing!” You commented. Avi turned to you and shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
Your grin widened. “What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? It’s beautiful!” Your eyes widened at your own statement.
“I mean, it sounds beautiful, your voice, not you’re beautiful.” Your eyes grew in panic as you waved your arms back and forth in front of you. “Not that you’re not beautiful, that’s just not what I was referring to. I mean, you’re not drop dead gorgeous, but you’re not average, and not a bad ‘not average’.” You chuckled nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck.
“I’m going to stop talking. Right now.” You determined, face now a bright red. Possibly the brightest red it’s ever been. Avi smiled, amused and turned to look at Kevin, who was also enjoying this. You turned to Eric.
“Kill me where I stand.” You pleaded. Eric smiled and shook his head. You let out a groan, banging your head off of the desk in defeat.
“Ow.” You muttered quietly. You felt a hand on your back and you looked up, being met with green eyes. You looked down and saw the album in his hand, outstretched to you.
“I found it.” Avi spoke softly. Kevin, who didn’t want this to end, had tried to snatch it from him, but Avi reached you first. You took it from his hand and placed it in front of Eric.
“Thank you.” You muttered. Eric scanned it and handed it back to you. You handed him a couple of bucks, and told him to keep the change, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. You let out a puff of breath through your mouth as you stood up straight and placed the album in your bag, Avi’s hand sliding off your back. You immediately missed the warmth it brought, but you kept your mouth shut, knowing you’d make a fool of yourself again.
“I’d better get going.” You said, turning to the two. “You probably should too. Not saying that I didn’t enjoy this, it could have been worse, not that I didn’t enjoy meeting the both of you, but I tend to ramble, and make a fool of myself while rambling, and I can’t seem to stop-” You spoke. Your voice faded into the distance as Avi and Kevin shared a look.
“It’s okay. Everybody gets stage-fright.” Avi comforted. You shut your mouth and smiled up at him.
“Thanks.” You made your way closer to the door. “Hopefully I’ll see you both again. Hopefully under less embarrassing circumstances.” You added. “I’ll always remember this.” You told them.
“So will we.” Kevin spoke.
“I bet in your next interview when they ask for weird fan encounters, this’ll be on your minds, right?” You asked, trying to keep a smile on your face. They shared a look, not knowing how to respond. You noticed their hesitation.
“Bye, guys. Nice meeting you.” You spoke quickly, ducking out of the store before they could stop you. You rushed to your car, getting in and driving off. You felt the intense need to cry, so you pulled into a random store’s parking lot. You laid your seat back and let the tears flow.
“Why am I such an idiot?” You asked yourself. You debated on playing some music or not, but decided that you didn’t want to think about them so soon after your meltdown.
~Meanwhile~
Avi and Kevin watched you leave, faces of uncertainty on their faces. They looked at each other. The store was deafeningly silent.
“Told you they melt.” Kevin spoke, trying to lighten the mood. Avi smiled fondly, before it turned into a frown.
“I feel bad.” He said.
“I do, too. It was kinda my fault.” Kevin admitted. “What should we do?”
“I don’t know. If we run into her again, we’ll apologize, and see what happens.” Avi declared.
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A/n: I had a ton of fun writing this. Sorry, not sorry.
Summary: The reader and Avi go out for dinner, and she gets a little jealous... Warnings: Jealous reader, overly flirtatious waitress trying to steal Avi (yes that is a warning), implied smut, dom!Avi X sub!reader kink (at end) Word Count: 532 Tag List: @122096458, @the7thsilence Please let me know if you would like to be added or subtracted from my tag list! Requested by: Anonymous Request: one shot where you're out with Avi and you see a girl look at him and you get all jealous and like hug up and hang all over him and like he's clueless at first but then realizes and thinks it's super adorable??? #fcute A.N.- Sorry this took so long, also I hope it’s okay that I changed it up a little bit!
(Y/n) and Avi had decided to go out to dinner, a random spur of the moment decision just to get away for a while. But at the moment, (Y/n) wished that they had never left the apartment. From the moment the duo stepped into the door, every woman in the restaurant had their eyes on Avi, their waitress in particular. Every time she came over, she would not so subtly flirt with Avi. It started with a smile, then a flirtatious joke, the woman had no boundaries. She had even slipped her number to Avi when she had brought their food. She was completely rude to (Y/n), barely glancing at her, and when Avi spoke to her, the waitress only glared. Avi didn’t seem to notice the girls flirting or her rude gestures toward (Y/n). But the next appearance from the waitress pushed (Y/n) over thee edge, she had leaned over, giving Avi a clear view of her chest, whilst shamelessly asking about his plans later that evening. “He’ll be spending time with his girlfriend” At that comment, the waitress scoffed and stalked off. Avi sent (Y/n) a curious look, she reached across the table taking his hand in her own, leaving his question unanswered. He smiled at her, giving her hand a soft squeeze, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand, then bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Their hands stayed joined until they had finished their meal. (Y/n) excused herself from the table to use the restroom, she was on her way back when she was intercepted by the waitress, she began to speak when (Y/n) interrupted her, “Now listen, I don’t know what game you’re playing, and frankly I don’t care. Stay away from my man” With that, she walked back to the table, making sure the waitress’s eyes were on her as she brought Avi in for a kiss, he was surprised, bu responded none the less. When she pulled away, (Y/n) watched as the waitress stormed off into the back of the restaurant. Avi followed her gaze, smiling as he realized why (Y/n) had been so handsy. He quickly paid for their meals then guided (Y/n) out of the restaurant, not even glancing at the waitress as he passed, wrapping his arm around (Y/n)’s shoulder, being a complete gentleman. Opening the door for her, helping her into the car. As they drove back to their shared apartment, the car was filled with a comfortable silence between them, with the radio playing softly in the background. The drive was quick, and they were soon in the apartment. The second (Y/n) closed the door, Avi had her trapped between his strong body and the wooden door. “W-what are you doing?” “You’re so cute, getting jealous over some random girl” “I-” “It was kind of hot babe” “She was messing with what’s mine” “Was she now?” “Avi-” “Listen, I’m yours (Y/n), I’m always yours” “And I’m always yours” “I love you” “I love you too” “Now, since you doubted me, I think you deserve to be punished” “Yes sir”
now i want 10 kids thanks… jokes aside, i need to know his dirtiest fantasy.. and does he love tail plugs?? i can wear one lol
oh, easy!
his dirtiest fantasy is a pretty easy one to fulfill, at least if you’re already his--he wants to sweep your body up in his arms, exhausted from caring for all of his rowdy little pups, take you deep into the forest where you live together, and fuck you absolutely stupid. obviously the babymaking part isn’t a necessary requirement, it just adds to the fun for him--but the most important part of his fantasy is where he bends your body to his will and knots you time and time again, until you come to the point where you just start forgetting that you’re human. eventually, he wants to see you do things like shake yourself off when you get wet or roll around in the grass for fun, to rub your face against his so you can try and scent him, to start chasing a little woodland creature to catch it for his dinner and then maybe get a little shy and bashful when you realize what you’re doing. he knows you’re human, it’s not like he wants to change that, but he wants you to expect the duties that he does for you as your mate, just as if you were a hybrid by birth. and he’s a firm believer that conditioning you via sex is not only the best and most natural way to do that, but the most beautiful when he teaches you how to properly beg for his knot with those adorable teary eyes of yours.
and as for tail plugs? they fit right into this fantasy, so they’re a big yes for him. ears are even better, he’d love to pretend to groom them for you to make you feel at home--but just don’t be surprised that if he’s fucking you with the tail plug in, he might tug on it and push it deeper just to watch you squirm and cry out in that filthy tone for more.
Hi! I’ve been reading a bunch about your new batch of oc’s (it’s really cool how they’re all super distinct from each other—that’s pretty hard to pull off, but you do it so well!) I was wondering (only if it’s ok!) to ask/req about how your new batch would react to a mouthy/sassy s/o who’s really not interested in a relationship? Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!
merci!! ;w;
Leo
"I love you too much to let you push me around."
he may be domesticated, but there's no way he'll let your mouth run him away. he hates how much your laughter pisses him off in this moment, how it reminds him that you don't take him seriously enough to even consider his confession. nobody else makes him so crazy, so angry, so needy like the dog he's accepted that he is. you can barely collect yourself, and it's humiliating. it's all he can do to keep himself from baring his teeth and sink them into your neck to take you down and show you your place.
"are you serious, Leo?"
your voice cuts so deep into his chest, deeper than any knife of the most dire sharpness.
"this has to be a prank. you're not my type, puppy, and you know that."
you reach out to ruffle his ears, you think it's all just a joke at his own expense. you won't even look him in the eyes long enough to see how dark and cold they've become. if you don't see that he loves you now...
well, he'll just have to make it clear to everyone, so you'll never doubt him again.
Mel
"Mh? Is that an attitude I sense?"
it is. undoubtedly. but it's of little importance to him--he knows how to play this game, and he'll play it better than you ever will. you mouth off like you've never been shut up before, that much is very clear, and he didn't mind so much at first. thought it was just a little teasing back and forth, which isn't unnatural considering his personality.
but you don't wanna be his, and that's not allowed! haven't you realized by now that you're special? what the two of you have is rare, impossible even--he loves you so much he would give up his own life, and he knows you would do the same if you just admit it to yourself.
but you're so closed off. you serve back every flirtation with sass, get mouthy with him when he tries to be real and honest with you about anything, much less those times that you've been alone together and he tries to tell you how he feels.
this isn't how things are supposed to be. he won't let you shy away from the most passionate love he'll ever let you experience.
Noel
"Please, just listen to me....I love you."
how could you do this to him? just stop, pause, and stare right into his soul....and give him attitude? you're gonna make jokes like he didn't just pour his whole heart out to you?
what else can he do, now? he feels so lost, and for once your smile can't comfort him when you're holding back saying something rude to him. he doesn't want to cry, he wants to be strong, but the tears spill down his cheeks whether he wants them to or not.
"c'mon Noel, you know I don't want to be with you. is it really such a surprise?"
oh, now you've done it. his tears will abide soon, but only because he's realized what you're doing now.
you're just trying to string him along. test him to see if he's worthy enough to deserve being yours. and with that in the back of his head, he can find the strength to smile through the pain in his heart--because nobody has more patience than he does, and you'll understand just how much of your abuse he'll endure for the sake of your love.
Vivi
"So feisty, so cute! That's all I need to hear. You're mine."
it's adorable how you think a little brattiness will get you off the hook. don't you realize she's the master of this little game you've got going on? a few little scathing remarks aren't gonna make her run with her tail between her legs--in fact, quite the opposite. she loves the chase, after all.
"yeah right, Vivi. I don't think so, but thanks anyway."
aww, are you getting a little scared? she can see the twitch of your fingers against your arm, that look in your eye that befits an animal of prey. you couldn't get rid of her if you tried, and even if you did it would just end up pissing her off. so you keep hiding behind that wall of words you always put up to protect yourself, but she's gonna tear it down in seconds and take you for herself if you're not careful.
oh, dear. she didn't just say all that out loud, did she? your eyes are really struck with terror now...but it's such a cute look, isn't it? it really suits you more than all that attitude you like to give.
"just be still, darling." it'll hurt a lot more than your words ever could, otherwise.
Avi
"Settle down, little red. Don't make me bite you."
he's always liked playing with his food, but you bring a whole new meaning to that. you distract him with your little remarks and snarky comments, sometimes so much so that he forgets how perfect you would look with his teeth against your throat. he could choke you down and spit you up, churn you up from the inside out and leave you wanting more, absolutely ruin you so nobody else would even think of picking up such a filthy little pet.
and you still give him the best view of that pretty little mouth of yours. just that one comment alone has you giving him lip like your life depends on it, but all he can see is your energy wearing down bit by bit, your breaths getting slower with every passing word you spit back at him with more sass than you should be allowed. maybe he'll suit you up with a muzzle if you get this mouthy on your way back to his place.
just wear yourself out, he thinks to himself. you can't keep up the chase forever, little red.
Leigh
"I think you need to wash your mouth out."
does it not sound as serious when it comes from him? you laugh like you think he's joking, but he couldn't be more sincere. you like to tease him but this is different, this stings right in his heart and you know exactly how to twist the knife so it'll hurt the most. he can already imagine the expression you'll make when he grabs you by the jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks so you'll open up and he can squirt a bit of soapy foam on to your little pink tongue. just so you know he's really serious...but he can't stop thinking of sticking something else in there too, something that will really show you how serious he is.
he doesn't remember every little comment or ill-spirited jab, but the pang in his chest when you brush off his compliments and flirtations is enough for him to know it happens more often than it needs to. you're just being difficult for attention, and that's okay. you just need more of it, that's all, and who better to give it to you than him?
who better, darling? he'll wait for your answer, as long as it'll take to hear his name on the tip of your tongue.
Thorn
"Are you sure you wanna play this game with me?"
it's less of a question, more of a test. Thorn likes to drop these little riddles into your lap, and stand back to see how you'll react when he does. it's field research.
"you're gonna lose anyways, so what does it matter?"
oh, how cheeky. you always surprise him no matter what he throws at you, and this is no different--but this time he's just sick and tired of the answer. it's always the same no matter which way you phrase it, like unwrapping a candy and finding each one to be your least favourite flavour. there's always a part inside of him that thinks you're gonna change your mind one day, as if by a magical transformation--but no, you refuse, and to be honest it's really starting to irritate him.
you really don't know how good you could have it, do you? you don't understand how much he's been doing out of sight, and for you out of mind, just to ensure your happiness. you're royalty, and you don't even know it even when your prince is staring you right in the eyes, begging for the smallest scrap of your attention.
but you'll be the one begging soon. he knows it for sure.
Ilya
"That's enough out of you."
you may find it funny, but he doesn't think the same about you mocking him. sometimes he dreams about slapping that stupid little smirk off your face, but he's swiftly reminded that that may garner him the opposite reaction that he wants. people don't often take kindly to violence, that's right....but oh, you make it look so tempting. perhaps one day he'll get the chance to feel your throat bend beneath his palms, and listen to those sweet cries sputtering off your lips as you gasp for air....but you have to accept his love first, and you've promised him that it's never going to happen.
don't you realize how it breaks his heart? that your rejection time and time again is enough to make him feel like he may just die without you? why do you always do this to him?
he just has to collect himself. breathe. remember that your constitution is much weaker than his--you can't keep up this fight forever, and once you realize that he has no intention of letting you be loved by another soul on this earth, that's when he'll swoop in and claim you all for himself.
