endless lust

As long as we got love.
As long as we got peace.
As long as we got growth.
As long as we got truth, trust, us
Endless reciprocation and lust.
As long as we got longevity,
Especially, through trials and tribulations,
For worse or for better, see,
As long as we got me,
As long as we got you,
Then forever together is long overdue.

- Meggan Roxanne
Mating Season AU (1/5)

Mating season has always been a difficult time for the turtles.
It started in their early teens and since then has been a yearly thing. It’s the same thing every year. Leonardo are Raphael start at the same time, then Michealangelo a couple days later, and finally Donatello just after. They all prepare in advance, each of them stockpiling supplies to last for at least three weeks.
Three weeks of agonizing, endless lust.
Leonardo locks himself in his bedroom and tries to remain calm. It’s normal, it’s perfectly natural. But these thoughts don’t keep him from becoming lost in his own fantasies.
He needs someone to hold, someone to make his own.
Raphael shares a room with Mikey so he takes over the gym instead. He feels like it’s more “his” area anyway. It’s harder for Raphael to control himself and even worse, because his season lasts longer then the others.
Dontatello’s bedroom has a door connected to his lab so he’s set. And he tries to focus on the science of it all, tries to put it in a little neat box…but it’s so hard to be smart when you want to be an animal.
Michealangelo has a harder time then he let’s on. Yeah, he jokes about the whole thing, but he jokes about everything. In reality, he’s actually the one most uncomfortable with his season and dreads it every year.
But imagine it being different this time.
Imagine, all those years they spent locked away trying to keep control of themselves. But this season is different because they’re not alone.
They have you.
Imagine learning about their season and offering them the one thing they’ve never had: release.

The Evolution of Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was weird, because he’d just be having a normal day, eating lunch with you and Steve like always and he’d glance over at you for no reason in particular, just another look like the billion looks he’d given you before, and he’d feel… Warm? Like someone had turned the thermostat up in his organs and his heart was starting to melt. This hadn’t happened in high school, why was it happening now? 

Warnings: Look, I wrote this between 2 and 7 AM this morning, so if it’s awful I’m blaming my sleep-addled brain. Other than that there’s nothing!

Word count: 2855

A/N: Sorry for the break guys! I wasn’t really planning it but it looks like I’m getting back on track by crushing two requests mixed with one of my own long-awaited ideas! Hope ya’ll enjoy it ^^

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @buchananbarnestrash @wydari @price-devant-la-cage @procrastinatingvirgo @sebstanshitposts @aubzylynn @generation-hated @march-mallow @dontaskmetosay-idontloveyou

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

As far as you were concerned, Bucky was an occupational hazard. Something you just had to deal with on a day to day basis. Not that you had anything against him per se, it was just the way he acted sometimes - like if he didn’t flirt or stare at every girl who walked past he’d collapse - or something along those lines. It was worth it, you supposed, because he made Steve happy, and happy Steve didn’t get tossed around in an alley as much. Healthy, unharmed Steve happened to make you a content camper, so you swallowed down his choice in friends most of the time. 

It didn’t help that you couldn’t go one sentence without catching the brunette gazing dreamily at a waitress/classmate/librarian/nurse/even the odd stunning lady passing him by on the street. The boy was insufferable, and you legitimately could not piece together how Steve was so close to the animal that was traipsing down the street with you.

This was the worst part of your friendship with Steve, because both you and Bucky insisted on walking with him to his front door every day after school (the bigger, meaner kids in your high school were hounds that somehow always sniffed out when Steve was alone so they could bloody him up in peace) but were stuck in each others company afterwards. It didn’t help that Bucky and you lived in the same direction, so even if you wanted to walk home alone and in blissful ignorance of Bucky’s lingering eyefuls of your pretty neighbours, you weren’t allowed the luxury.

“Could you stop that?” You seethed, catching him turning tail yet again to drool over a pretty blonde that strut past him.

“I’m not doin’ a thing.” He fired back, much more playful than your own tone. Why were boys so much trouble?

“We’re not pieces of meat strung up in a butcher shop for you to evaluate!”

“Can’t say I was plannin’ on ‘evaluating’ you, sunshine.” Which made you oddly offended, but not in the same way watching him chase the swaying hips of those poor unsuspecting girls offended you.

“Can’t say I’m not pleased to hear it. At least someone in this town won’t fall victim to your dumb teenage pining.” Despite the ice in your voice it did kinda sting, as far as you knew there was nothing wrong with you, nothing that would make you incompatible for Bucky’s seemingly endless lustful attention, but maybe you were wrong?

What did you want him to drool over you for anyways? You should be thanking your lucky stars that boy kept his hands and his eyes as far away from you as possible. Let Steve have all the caring looks and worried sideways glances, I don’t need them.

So you graduated high school, Bucky’s insurmountable hormones dropped enough for him to be tolerable, and Steve was still the same scrawny schoolyard hero he had always been. There were even some moments, far too few for them to logically outweigh all the times Bucky was an awful human being, where you could see why Steve was such good friends with him.

Like when Steve’s mom died, and you had both trailed behind Steve on your way back from the service. You were angry for about an hour at how unaffected Bucky seemed to be, for a guy who spent most of his childhood with Steve. Then you remembered that Bucky usually came over to see Steve when Sarah was at work, whereas you were practically raised by her alongside Steve.

That, and Bucky was never one to be the pessimist. He was the one who shouldered pain the way a horse pulled a carriage; with his own grief and everyone else’s all piled in the back, sheltered and seemingly unburdened as he trotted away with all the misery you thought you’d hold forever.

It was a rare moment of admiration you held for the guy.

When you went into college things started to change; though not nearly as much for you as for Bucky.

It was weird, because he’d just be having a normal day, eating lunch with you and Steve like always and he’d glance over at you for no reason in particular, just another look like the billion looks he’d given you before, and he’d feel… Warm? Like someone had turned the thermostat up in his organs and his heart was starting to melt.

You’d be walking back from Steve’s place after another inconvenient yet unpreventable alley-beating and he’d glance over and wonder when you got so pretty? Had you always been like this, and he was just too dumb to notice? Likely, and not at all improbable.

Then there was the war, and somehow that hadn’t managed to separate any of you. Steve and Bucky were soldiers - super soldiers if you were to believe the papers, and all your hard work in college paid off when you got to meet the Howard Stark, who personally asked you to work with him. Bucky remembered the grin you sported after the first meeting, watched you bouncing on your toes in pure inexploitable excitement. He was a mix of pleased and irked, because you were so adorable but this was Howard’s doing and not his.

When he started feeling like it was solely his job to make you happy was beyond him.

With the war came Peggy Carter, and lord, if she didn’t completely steal his best friend’s heart.

“Have you ever felt that before Buck? When you just look at them and it’s like getting the wind knocked outta you?” It was all Steve could do to gush about her, she was an incredible woman, Bucky was sure. Still, looking back on all the girls Bucky had gone out with, he’d never been smacked with adoration before; much less Love.

In fact, Bucky didn’t think he’d ever really been in love before. But funny how these things work, because while it was taunting the deep recesses of his mind that day, he was smacked.

By you.

And he knew on the outside it was probably because while he was considering Steve’s words his line of sight just happened to be on the backside of the bartender in front of him, but everything inside him just clicked.

It had been you for years, hadn’t it? He was just too dumb to realize that swelling in his chest whenever you laughed or smiled in his direction wasn’t a normal reaction to making someone who hated you seem like they liked you. All of the careless touches that sent odd tingles through his fingers or arms or back only came from you, every sideways glance, every second thought, every night where he got home and ended up thinking about you and how you were doing and what you were doing. Whenever his heart melted or he thought you were cute or you tucked your hair behind your ear just for it to fall back into your face a moment later, and every time he thought about helping you out by tucking it back for you. All of it was leading to this goddamn slap that managed to knock some sense into him.

“Would you please use your brainpower for something other than that poor woman’s ass?” You had gotten bolder over the years, which no one really thought was possible, but all supposed it was having to deal with Howard all day. Stark boys had always been trouble, especially in the eyes of feminists, and you might as well have written the guide book to feminism.

“Go out with me.” Bucky must’ve looked dazed, even though he was thinking more clearly than he ever had in his life. This, he thought, is something that should’ve happened a long time ago.

“Sorry?” You asked almost aggressively, like you were daring him to repeat himself. He wasn’t bothered by it in the least.

“Go out with me, on a date. Date me.” It wasn’t even a question at this point. It wasn’t a suggestion either, it was a statement. Like there was no other possible way to go from here, and for him there wasn’t. You were it, you were the Peggy to his Steve.

“How many drinks have you had?” It was shock that spoke up most in your tone, not rejection or hatred. You’d gotten over that a long time ago, you were used to dealing with Bucky the Playboy, you just weren’t used to him playing for you.

“What does that matter? Let me take you out.”

“Why, have you already slept with everyone else in this bar?” That made his heart twist, though he wasn’t too sure why. Is that what you thought of him? Is that what you thought of yourself?

“I don’t want to sleep with anyone else in this bar, and I’m asking you out on a date not a one night stand.” He thought that was a pretty decent thing to say to clear it up, but apparently it wasn’t.

“I’m not just another girl to check off of your To-Do List, Bucky.” Your chair painfully scraped the floor when you stood up, glaring down at him for a moment before turning around and leaving. Bucky was at a loss for words, really. How did he always manage to piss you off, even when his intentions were in the right place?

It was a long road to getting you to speak to him again, which is why he more-or-less kept his feelings for you in check afterwards. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off again, because you couldn’t find it in you to believe he was sincere in asking you out. It was a tough path, but it was really the only one Bucky thought worth taking. After all, any other route would lead further away from you, and that’s not something he wanted.

Meanwhile you could hardly recognize him once you did forgive him. He only ever looked at other women if they spoke to him, or if someone else had pointed them out and he sent a haphazard, hardly-interested glance their way just to nod lightly. His flirty had virtually stopped, unless he spared a line or two for you every now and again. It was like he didn’t even see girls anymore, and as much as it was enchanting, it was also worrying.

“Did you hit your head or something?” It was really not the time or place to be talking about how he was totally and entirely in love with you, what with Howard, Steve, and Peggy all crowded around the same table of finely crafted shields as you two were.

It must’ve sparked from the way he blatantly overlooked the pretty blonde uniform that was caught making out with Steve not twelve minutes ago. She was very obviously sending googly bedroom eyes at Bucky now, something he would’ve picked up on and returned in a second had he been his normal self.

“What?” He was half praying you’d drop it and half hoping you wouldn’t. What bothered him about the situation wasn’t the audience so much as it was the timing. He’d just gotten out of your doghouse, if he had to reaffirm his feelings for you and you pushed him away again he didn’t know what he’d do to fix it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ignore a girl for this long, so either you hit your head or you’re dying of something else. What is it?” You decided to pull one of Bucky’s favourite poses, the crossed arms, chin up, most of your weight on your right foot look. You looked amazing, and Bucky was glad he was using his forearms to support himself on the table because he was being threatened by another gust of that adoration Steve had been talking about.

How could he possibly look at that other broad when you were right there, looking fine as hell with one eyebrow raised and a pout like no one’s business? No, thank you, you were the only one he wanted to pay attention to.

And honesty was the best policy, right?

“Why should I look at her when there’s already a gorgeous dame beside me?” The second it left his mouth he knew he’d regret it, because you were staring down at him hard and your jaw was set like you were about to whip out a Tommy gun and let loose on him.

To be fair, Peggy was looking down at a shield the very same way, though they all knew it was meant for Steve and that flirty receptionist he was caught with.

“C'mon doll, I’ve already played all my cards, all I’m askin’ for is one date.” He looked up at you hopefully, though he was almost sure you’d refuse him again. It was driving him crazy - there was no way you didn’t feel the little zaps of electricity when you two touched, or the nervous fluttering of your stomach when he was around. God wasn’t so cruel as to make this a one-sided thing, was he?

“I don’t know where you got that idea from but no. I’m sure there’s at least one other girl in America you haven’t tried to be with yet, why don’t you go ask her out.” And then you left, fuming just like the first time he’d asked.

He really didn’t care that they were all looking at him as he banged his head against the table uselessly and groaned.

It was the start of a cycle. Rinse and repeat. Damage control, ask you out, watch you push away from him. Do it again. He honestly didn’t know how you kept saying no, since your main problem seemed to be you didn’t think he was dedicated in having you specifically. You suspected he just wanted a decent hunt first, seeing as how all the other girls up until now simply threw themselves on him the second his pretty blue eyes landed on them.

“I swear to god if you’re opening your mouth the ask me out again,” You warned, not even facing the same way as him but still knowing he was on the verge of doing it.

“If you’d just say yes we wouldn’t be having this problem.” Instead he’d be able to hug your waist from behind while you were working on whatever project you and Howard were working on now-a-days.

“If you’d just look around you’d find someone else to help you fix your dwindling love life. Just because I’m the closest girl to you doesn’t make it okay to use me.” You mumbled into your experiment. Bucky’s patience was wearing thin at this point, you’d gone through this over and over again, and then once more for good measure.

“Why can’t you see that I’m asking you out because I want you?” He wasn’t sure how he was using you by being in love with you, but he knew if he brought it up he’d be opening a can of worms that’d refuse to shut.

“But why would you want me with all of those other girls out there?” You were still speaking just as fiery, but Bucky could tell this was a soft spot for you. He didn’t understand what you had to be insecure over, you were absolutely perfect.

“Because I don’t see any other girls. It’s been that way since high school. I only flirted with them to get a rise out of you before I realized what this was! Now I can’t even open my mouth without wishin’ I was speakin’ to you instead.” He had stepped closer, taking your hand when you stood up straight and leading you away from your project. He needed you to pay attention to what he was saying, because he was sure if he was sincere enough for you to pick up on it,  there was no way you’d reject him again.

He didn’t think he had it in him to get shot down another time.

“I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out I love you doll, but it’s the truth. I don’t want any other girl, not for a one night stand and not for the rest of my life because it’s always been you, I’ve just ignored it until recently. Don’t turn me down again Y/N, I’m beggin’ here. I just want a shot.”

He was giving you the puppy dog eyes. He was giving you puppy eyes while holding both your hands to his chest and you could feel his heart racing against your palm. You couldn’t say no, even if you were sure you wanted to - which you weren’t.

“Fine.” His heart nearly stopped all together.

“Really?” Still with the eyes and the glimmer of hope behind them.

“Really.” You fought off the beginnings of a smile as Bucky grinned wide and proud. He let out a laugh before dropping your hands and pulling you in for a hug.

There was no way he’d let you regret this.

It’s You & Me Against The World

I Have Loved You Since Extras: It’s You & Me Against The World



Not newlyweds but it sure felt like new love. The amount of love lust was endless; the hands, the arms, the skin. They had always managed to find their way against each other; feeling each other, handling each other, testing each other.

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Sin and Redeption

Rating: Explicit (Look at warnings)

Triggers: Smut, Religion, Catholicism, Loss of Faith, Talk of Abortion, Implied Child Abuse. Un-betaed. 

Summary: Very loosely based on the 2002 Mexican film “El Crimen del Padre Amaro (The Crime of Father Amaro)” and a challenge from my best friend who saidI could never cross HG with the Father Amaro story. this has been sitting in my computer for years, time to let it see the light and see what happens. 

Peeta Mellark is a your priest struggling with his inappropriate infatuation with his soon-to-be-married Housekeeper and devoted member of his church, Katniss Everdeen. Trouble ensues when the both find themselves reciprocating forbidden feelings.

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Valentine's Day ft. Calum Hood

“May I get you anything else, beautiful?” The waiter probed, smiling politely at you as he finished refilling your water glass for the third time that night. He had just taken you and—much less willingly—Calum’s order a mere two minutes before he shuffled back over to your table, grinning widely and completely throwing himself at you as he’d done for the entire twenty minutes you’d been in the upscale, angelically-decorated and undoubtedly expensive Italian restaurant.

Calum’s frown deepened the moment he noticed the overly friendly waiter approaching the table again, his flowing blonde hair trailing behind him as he speedwalked over to you, his taut muscles clenching against the fabric of his maroon uniform as he went. Calum tightened his grip on your fingers and raised them to rest in the center of the table, your interlaced hands sitting on display for the entire restaurant to envy. Take that. She’s mine. It was his first Valentine’s Day with the girl of his dreams and all Calum wanted to do was treat his woman to a loving and affectionate evening of bomb food and even bomber boning. And there was no way he was going to allow some dreamy prick trying to hit on you get in the way of that.

“You could fuck off.” Calum growled, a condescending smile plastered on his lips. The waiter instantly snapped his head to Calum and raised his eyebrows in astonishment, his thin mouth gaping open feigning ignorance as Calum rolled his hazel eyes, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your palm. You were too stunned to formulate coherent thoughts when he spoke, “You’ve come to ‘check on us’ at least fifty times already for no reason. I don’t think you understand mate, she,“ he tipped his head towards you, “isn’t interested. We’re in love. Fuck. Off.” He enunciated, glaring daggers into the waiter’s blinking eyes.

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Lesson X : [Chapter 5] : G-DragonxYou - Rated M

*A/N: Bolded words are spoken in English. Unbolded are in Korean.*

Warning: Rated parts in this chapter

Intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 89 |

Hey,” You jump and look up to see Mina with an apologetic frown on her face, “Sorry, but I don’t think I can get lunch with you today… the English teachers wanted to have a meeting for the exams coming up next week.

You stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief and shake your head, “Oh! It’s okay, don’t worry about me. I’m sure I can figure something out.

Alright then… I’ll see you at the next class.” She gives you a small smile while leaving the office, “Make sure you get something to eat!

I will!” 

You waited a good while, making sure she’s well on her way before standing up to head out as well. Your heart was racing as you made your way down the hall, hoping you didn’t look too suspicious. You were a bit relieved you didn’t have to make something up to get out of lunch this time, but the whole thing was still nerve-racking… even though you’ve been doing this for a week now. Every lunch you had to yourself, you went there looking for him.

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“The part of the brain that makes you hate people is right next to the part of the brain that makes you want to jump people’s bones. The responses are so similar it’s hard to tell them apart.”
-Marshall from How I Met Your Mother

HMMM SOUNDS A LOT LIKE NYGMOBBLEPOT RN TO ME INTERESTING…wonder when eds going to slip over the line from hate to lust…😏

@talkriddletome @endless-nygmobblepot think about that 😉

Arrow - Canaries - Episode Review

Do you know what I love about Arrow? Sometimes, I can just sitback, press play and enjoy an episode of my favorite TV show. This doesn’thappen often… Why? Because I feel so involved in what happens between Oliver and Felicity that most of the time, my excitement and my expectations are so high that it puts the pressure on the episode to be perfect.

Tonight, just like for 3x06, I had NO expectations. At all. NOTHING. I didn’t expect anything Olicity related so I just watched my favorite TV show. Like a normal person. And when I get to that point, I can actually focus on what is important in this TV show. Tonight was quite challenging as Arrow shook some of our habits and redefine some characters in the show. Tonight, I realized I don’t need Olicity to love Arrow. Of course, I can’t be Olicity-deprived more than two weeks in a row but I don’t need them to make my day. The show works by itself thanks to a few things, the character development being clearly one of my favorite points.


Since the beginning of the episode, we understand that Oliver is on the edge. He has been back for a few days, maximum a couple of weeks and things have changed. We saw last week that his relationship with Felicity has gone far past complicated and we can already feel the tension in the air between the two. Oliver is upset as well regarding Laurel’s new role in saving the city. The icing on the cake is Malcolm Merlyn pushing him to reveal the truth to Thea. Not even 4 minutes of the episodes are gone and Oliver is already out of his comfort zone.

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Between Heaven and Hell

Part two of my three part fic set in my angel/demon BH&H ‘verse.

Part One is here, this is a prequel of sorts to the main fic, about Emma’s insistence on not seeing or speaking with Killian during the forty days of Lent, and a little Easter gift for my followers.

Not on ff.net yet, I’m going to post it there later.

Part II - Locked out of Heaven

Ash Wednesday

He woke up the next morning in a foul mood.

Why did she have to do this every fucking year?

It was Ash Wednesday, the day when the devout would sport the symbol of their faith on the foreheads. They would be lining up already in churches across the city to receive the mark, the cross traced with the ashes of palms, bestowed upon them with the admonishment, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” or more simply, “Repent, and believe in the Gospel.”

“Don’t try to contact me, Killian. Please.”

He lifted his phone from the nightstand and checked for any message from Emma. Even though he didn’t actually expect one, he still felt a flicker of disappointment when he didn’t see her name. For the next forty days there would be no calls, no texts, no contact of any kind from her. While he loved modern technology and embraced it wholeheartedly, unlike some of his kind, it had turned into a double-edged sword. They could never see each other as often as they wanted to, but they could talk and send messages and he had become used to the instant communication with her. But it only made the silence more deafening, during the six weeks of Lent when his angel was so close yet was as unreachable as if she had gone to the one place where he couldn’t follow.

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Bone Cold: So you should cut ties with your lover before then.

Candlelight: What?! I-I’m not-

Bone Cold: It was not a question.

Candlelight is frantic now, her eyes darting back and forth.

Candlelight: Pumpkin, she’s your mother–You have to do something!

Pumpkin looks away from Candlelight.

Pumpkin: Candle, I…I think it’s a good idea. You aren’t surviving properly in this environment.

Bone Cold: Yes! At the Coven, there are endless amounts of lust for you. Plenty of fresh souls to eat as well. Also, you are a demon with extreme magical potential. You’ll be able to tap into it at the coven. Can you imagine it, Candlelight? You would be of incredible power! And with us together, we would be…unstoppable!

Candlelight is on the verge of tears, backed into a corner. She looks towards her brown friend one last time for help, but Pumpkin remains stoic.

Candlelight: B…Bum…ble…

Her eyes close, the tears escaping.

Bone Cold: Now now, no need for crying. You are far to pretty to cry. Why dwell over one mare when you could have dozens? In any case, you will forget her quickly, the coven is thousands of miles away from here.

Candlelight stays quiet, sniffling.

Bone Cold: I will remain in Ponyville, if you need me. My council and I will be here in a week’s time to deliver you to the coven.

Bone Cold almost glides towards the hole where the front door was. Looking back at Candle with her seemingly glued-on smile, Bone Cold flies out the hole.

((I guess that’s the end of Act I! Feel free to continue asking Bone Cold, Candlelight, Pumpkin, or anyone else questions. Thank you!))