Since I'm almost back on my Cage The Elephant obsession again, can you please do 12 from the Lyrics Prompts? Thank you <33
(also while on the subject of music, I was listening to The Most Beautiful Boy by The Irrepressibles (Feldman + Tiley Reinterpretation) and it reminded me of your Jensen and Bryce art)
asdfghjk ty for this ask!! and funnily enough what im becoming was one i already did a fic for (which you can find here)
i will have to give the song rec a listen!! will update after
song rec review update: not my usual style (it i can even claim that i have one) but the vibes are fantastic. im absolutely adding it to a few of my fake soundtrack playlists, and it also works really well for a couple ocs of mine!! so tysm for sharing!!
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You asked for Spencer Reid and Reader requests, particularly plus size, and I am so down bad for that man! Especially later seasons him.
Could I have one where he and the reader are intellectual peers but also enemies? Like she's on the team and just as wicked smart as him and into old literature and languages but they constantly butt heads? And the team knows they really just have feelings for each other, but they'll never admit it. Maybe the reader admits it to Penelope or someone one night drinking that he's hot but she never thought he'd actually sleep with her bc she's fat, but she'll take his attention any way she can get it. Maybe Spencer overhears and proceeds to show her just how hot he finds her arguing with him? đ Thank you in advance, girlie!
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â pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader
â summary: you and spencer hate each other, that much is obvious... right?
â warnings: very surprisingly crude language in this, self-doubt, implied insecurities, misunderstandings, e2l, they're in love and everyone else knows besides them, i made them dorks i don't apologize, mentions of wet dreams, mentions of male masturbation, dirty thoughts, kissing, stripping, vaginal fingering, spencer's dirty mouth, lots of reassurance 'cause i'm a sap, spencer reid #1 consent king, missionary, unprotected sex, sex god spencer?!?! (he does his research), pleasure dom!spencer, switch r & spencer, heavy praise, and a fluffy ending to tie this all up in a nice little bow!
â wc: 3136
â a/n: okay i do admit that this is RIDICULOUSLY long, but i knew exactly what i was getting into writing this and honestly i had so much fun! i don't think i've ever created such characters that have so much chemistry with each other, so cheers to that! (unedited unfortunately :[)
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As soon as you hear Spencerâs voice, you make a point to groan obnoxiously loud.
âAnd just to think I would be able to go home without a headache today.âÂ
You could feel the glare from said man burning a hole in the back of your head, so you swivel your chair around in order to face the music â in a pleasurable masochist kind of way. His annoyingly handsome face was twisted up in irritation â much to your glee â his eyebrows turned down, and his perfect, plush lips pulled into a deep frown.Â
You could tell you had interrupted him saying something that he deemed important, most likely a fact that you and him would go back and forth on, and you couldnât be more pleased with yourself.
âFunny you mention that seeing as though your voice is the cause of mine.â He bit back, his eyes narrowed into slits. âAw, you think of my voice?â You tease. âOnly in my nightmares.â You wink at him. âYou still think about me.â.
âYou know what this reminds me of?â Luke piped up from his own desk, drawing the attention from your other intrigued co-workers in the bullpen. âOh here we go.â Tara said in amusement at Lukeâs rambling.
âBack when I was a kid there was this girl that I went to school with, and I would always tug on her hair or try to trip her,â His voice was almost reminiscent. âEveryone thought I hated her, when in reality I was just trying to get her attention.â
âAh,â Matt said with a smile, âThe classic âboy bullying the girl he likes,â or in this case, itâs the girl this time.â Your cheeks began to heat and your eyes went wide, Spencerâs own face and the tips of his ears turning an admirable pink hue.
âAbsolutely not -â
âWhat? No -â
Both Spencer and you stumbled over each other to try and defend yourself, but you didnât have a chance because Emilyâs voice cut through whatever was about to be said next, the woman making haste from her office and into the room with the round table.
âAlright you guys, enough. Weâve got a case.â
âTo a job well done!â Penelope cheered as she held up her citrusy alcoholic beverage in the air, signaling she wanted to toast.
You smiled indulgently at the woman sitting next to you, clinking your glass with hers noisily and flickering your eyes over to where a disheveled Spencer Reid sat. You didnât say anything to him though, because youâre a big olâ softie and like to let the boy wonder rest before you have him back on his toes.
His eyes met yours the same time your glasses collided. You wish you could say that the vibrations from the clinking was the cause of the shiver that forced its way down your spine, but you knew better.Â
It was like the rest of the bar disappeared, the sound of the others joining in on your rejoicing fell on deaf ears. You could have sworn his dark brown puppy-dog eyes drank you in before he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a rather comically large gulp of his water.
Your eyelashes fluttered like a thousand butterflies wings as you rushed to drink your own beverage.
âOkay, what was that!?â You felt Penelopeâs finger poke at your ribs before you actually heard her.Â
âOw - fuck! What was what?â You yelped quietly, your hand reaching down to bat away her stabbing digits. âThe - the -â She fought to portray her words before her face lit up when she found the correct ones, âThe eyefucking!âÂ
Your stomach erupted in butterflies, âEyefucking? What eyefucking?â You asked with a scoff, hiding your blush behind the rim of your mug.Â
âOh, please, donât give me that.â It was Penelopeâs turn to scoff at you. âEverybody knows that you and Spencer like each other.â She said it almost like it was a fact, leaning forward to take a smug sip of her drink through the miniature black straw.
Spencer knew listening in on Penelope and your conversation was inappropriate; but in his defense, you guys werenât really quiet about what you were talking about.
âI -â He heard you begin, âItâs one-sided.â Was all you said before draining your beer. âSo you admit it!â Penelope exclaimed with a gasp.
Spencer felt his eyes go wide at her words, but there was this desperate feeling that spread throughout his body; one that caused his fingers to twitch and the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
âWhen you put it like that it sounds childish!â You complained slightly, biting at the meat of your lip. âI⊠Iâm just not his type you know? Like - you know better than anyone that guys donât pay attention to girls like us, so you have to learn to improvise.â You were cringing at your own words, but the liquid in your cup was enough to loosen your tongue and lower your inhibitions.
âWas me choosing to constantly argue with him the smartest way to try and peak his interest? No, but I knew he liked a challenge and well⊠it definitely wasnât the proudest conclusion I ever came to, but what was I supposed to do? It isnât like Spencer would date me let alone actually want to sleep with me.â
Spencer wanted to argue with you about how wrong you were, to tell you about every thought heâd ever had about you.
He wanted to tell you about how much you frustrate him, how at first, he thought he hated you and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize he hated how badly he wanted you; hated how many dirty dreams he had included you and that plush body of yours. Heâd wondered how soft you were, how you smelled and tasted.Â
Did your moans and whines sound as enchanting as your laugh? Did your eyes twinkle the same way when you were about to cum?Â
Those thoughts kept him up at night and his hands in his pants, stroking himself to his unlimited imagination all revolved around you. Those were the days that he was more prone to pick fights with you, mostly because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and quite frankly plain olâ horny.
Spencer thought you were just so sexy, especially when he had managed to light that fire under your ass that really got you going. He wasnât a sadist or a masochist by any means, but he loved when you yelled at him. So, for you to think so lowly of yourself it almost drove him mad because you didnât know.
But you were going to.
You were going to kill whoever was bothering you on your day off.
The knocking was unexpected, but so was who was responsible for the noise.
âSpencer?â You asked in surprise.Â
Usually you were prepared for your exchanges with the man, but if your pajamas were anything to go by, you were anything but. Spencer felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your tits sitting braless in a thin undershirt, your soft tummy slightly straining against the cotton material and a pair of shorts that look like they were practically strangling your thighs.
The only thing he could really say was⊠âDo you know how infuriating you are?â
Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest, and little did you know the action pressed the tops of your breasts over the hemline. âExcuse me?â You almost scoffed, âPlease donât tell me you came all the way here just to argue with me.â
âNo I - fuck just let me finish.â This was not how he wanted this to go. You looked like you wanted to say something but your curiosity made you choose to stay silent.
âDo you know why youâre so infuriating?â He asked, taking a tentative but careful step towards you. âBecause you haunt my every living thought. I see you when Iâm awake, I see you when Iâm asleep. I canât⊠I canât escape you! I canât escape how I feel about you.â
Your eyes were wide and your brows were furrowed; it looked like you almost couldnât breathe.
âBut you want to know the worst part?â His hand lands on your cheek and his thumb gently caresses the skin there. âYou have the audacity to think that I wouldnât want you.âÂ
âYou want me?â You asked in disbelief. âBut I⊠but I thought you hated me? I mean - I havenât been all that nice to you.â You attempt to joke weakly, but your body is on fire; your stomach is tangled up in knots. You were trembling in excitement at his words but in disbelief too.
âDo you have any idea how much I love arguing with you?â
You laughed at his words, your lips slipping into a small smirk as you threw your arms around his neck in an act of boldness. âOh yeah?â You hummed seductively. âYou wanna show me how much?â
âYeah,â He replied breathlessly. âI do.â
And just like that his mouth was on yours and a long leg shot out behind him to shut your front door. The slam made you yelp, but it quickly melted into a giggle against his lips when he reconnected them.
Spencer tugged you closer to him, and God the feeling of your body was so much better than anything his subconscious could have conjured up. You felt so soft and the front part of your torso pressed against his chest in a way that if he didnât have you naked under him soon he was going to go crazy.
âWhereâs your bedroom?â He didnât want to pull away from you, but he wanted to do this right.
âI didnât know you were a gentleman, Reid.â You teased with a dazed smile on your face. âThereâs a lot of things that you donât know about me.â You quirked a brow. âOh really? How about you tell me?â
âLater,â He said with a lazy shake of his head, âLater.â
His hand reached down to cup your ass, your crotch rubbing on the large boner restrained by his pants. You moaned quietly at the feeling, and found yourself saying, âDown the hall and to the left.â
When you arrived, he couldnât keep his hands off you; they grabbed at your back, ass, waist, hips. There was so much of you that he had no idea where to start. All he knew is that he wanted all of you right now.
âCan I take your shirt off, please?â His words almost came out as a whine and it welcomed a fresh wave of arousal in your panties. âTake off whatever you want, Iâm yours.â A reassuring confession that Spencer had no idea he needed to hear.Â
His lithe, veiny hands tugged at your top first, dragging it over your head and throwing it somewhere random. Your pants and panties were next to go and you couldnât help but shiver at Spencer's intense stare.
âIâm uh- feeling a little vulnerable here, could you lose a layer or two?âÂ
The man blinked rapidly, his fingers shooting to undo the buttons on his cardigan. âYes, yeah of course, sorry I -'' You grabbed the shaky digits. âCalm down, take it slow. Iâm not going anywhere.â It was a light jab meant to ease his nerves. For a moment he looked unsure but you gave an encouraging smile.
After his clothes disappeared he held you by your waist, walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. You quickly hurried to scale the mattress until your head hit the pillows.
âGod,â Spencer gulped. âThis is so much better than what I imagined.â You giggled slightly. âAs much as I appreciate your flattery, I want you to fuck me. Now.â You said it with such simplicity that his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at your crudeness.
He swallowed his shock. âWhatever the lady wants.â
He hurried to crawl over your leaning body; you cup his cheek in an act of haste, dragging him down to lay on top of you. His own hands didnât stop their determined trail, tracing the soft planes of your plush body until he reached your wet cunt.
You whine loudly at the feeling of Spencerâs fingers stroking your damp slit.
âSo responsive.â He murmured with delighted smirk. You go to say something snarky but youâre quickly cut off when he begins to rub tight circles on your clit. ââM sensitive.â You gasp against his lips, your back arching and pressing further into him.
His body falls to the side, laying next to your naked one with a cheek balanced on his fist. âIâm gonna make you cum on my fingers first,â Spencer whispers into your ear. His ring finger entered your warmth slowly and he felt himself choke on his words. You mewled, a hand shooting up to tangle in his long, curly hair, the other grabbed at his wrist.
âThen, Iâm gonna make you cum on my cock.â After a few experimental twists of his wrist, his middle finger joins the first. Your breathing speeds up with every movement of his digits.Â
âAfterwards, âm gonna clean you up and take you out to eat.â Your brain could barely process what he was saying, but every word that left his mouth added to the swarming butterflies in your gut â which felt so juvenile seeing as though he was already knuckle deep inside you.
âAnd when we get home, Iâm gonna eat this sweet pussy for dessert.âÂ
Your eyelashes were fluttering rapidly, your hips moving frantically on his fingers in an attempt to try and get him deeper. Spencer must have sensed what you needed, because with a few firm swipes on your sensitive clit sent you spiraling over the edge.
âSpencer, Spencer, Spencer⊠I - I -â Your gummy walls squeezed his digits, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the heat coming from his body.
âWow.â You laughed breathlessly. âWow indeed.â He mimics with the same amount of amusement.
âAre you okay to keep going?â He asks.Â
âAre you kidding?â The look on his face was almost laughable, and you gave his naked chest an encouraging pat. âHell yeah Iâm good, how about you?â
âIf I told you I could cum just from watching you, would you believe me?â You roll your eyes and snort. âWeâll find out later, loverboy. Get up here.â
He scrambles to get on top of you, but then stops. âWait, wait,â He reaches behind your head and grabs a pillow. âLift your hips up for me.â Your eyes go wide, because who in the fuck taught him that? Though you move a bit slowly through your surprise, he manages to get the soft thing under you, your lower back now elevated.
But all excitement dies out when he realizes there might be no protection, he looks like he could almost cry.
âItâs cool, Spence. Iâm on the pill and I⊠I havenât had sex with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.â You admit shyly, your eyes casting to the side nervously. âIâm clean too. I donât really remember the last time Iâve had sex either.âÂ
You guys make eye contact and erupt into a fit of giggles, âTo relearning the art of sexual intercourse then.â Spencer scrunches his nose up at your wording, but you donât give him any time to retort because youâve already placed two hands on his face, tugging his head down to kiss your smile-split lips.
He takes the time to kiss you for a moment before reaching down to line his dick up to your entrance. You both shiver at the sensation. You guys disconnect your lips to watch him enter you, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingled in anticipation.
You moaned in unison when he slowly but surely seethed himself in you fully, and your body tensed at the long awaited intrusion. âGimme a sec.â You gulped. âYeah, yeah, of course.â He panted.
You allowed yourself a moment to relax, brushing your fingers through his curls as a way to comfort Spencer as well. After taking a few more seconds to enjoy the raw, intimate moment between the two of you, you said, âOkay. Okay, Iâm good.âÂ
Spencer licked his lips and rolled his hips tentatively, and your breath hitched. A string of whimpers were soon to follow with every drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls, the leftovers of your previous orgasm leaving your body feeling electric.
Your mouth drops open into an âoâ shape when his tip brushes your g-spot.
âRight - right there SpenceâŠgood boy - fuck - good fucking boy.âÂ
The term of endearment was an accidental slip of the tongue, but it had frayed some nerve in his body, because the groan that left him was guttural and hungry.
âSay -â He huffs. âSay it again, please.â The pace of his thrusts speed up as he begs, and your nails drag down his back. âYouâre my good boy, Spencie.â His eyes flutter shut at the praise and he doesnât bother to be gentle anymore.
âMphm! More - I need more.â
âOkay, okay.â He rushed to balance on his elbow so that his other arm could slip between the two of your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arched, and Spencer all but throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening and threatening to cum right then and there; but ever the gentleman, he waited, his stomach sucked in tightly and his body jolting quivering.
âI - Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
It didnât take much to pull you into a kiss. It was sloppy, and messy, and lewd and all of those other wonderful synonyms. Spit dribbled down your chins and with one last hard thrust that almost sent you up the bed, you gripped onto the older man for dear life.
Everything went white as you came; your hearing, your vision, every single cognitive thought you had pretty much flew out the window.
It was Spencer gently wiping the sweat off of your brow that brought you back down to reality, your lungs finally opening up and expanding for that much needed air.
âHey,â He cooed. âThere you are.â
âHi,â You sighed with a ditzy smile on your face.
There was a moment of silence before you said, âHow about we save the oral for breakfast?â Spencer laughed, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. âThat sounds perfect.â
âSo, whatâs for dessert then?â He couldnât help but ask. âHmâŠâ You pondered for a moment.Â
âHow about ice cream?â
âI like ice cream.â But then he added, âBut I like you more.â
âUgh, youâre the worst.â You groaned, covering your eyes, but your grin gave you away. âI like you too, I guess.â
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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties đ
I know. I know. Itâs terrible and gross and icky I KNOW đđ but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldnât get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice andâŠyeah. Here we are đ§đ»ââïž
Heâs not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks youâre the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldnât he steal your panties? Theyâre yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day đ€·đ»ââïž He wonât apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. Heâs nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So heâs ok with it. And heâs not gonna stop.
Heâs ashamed. He knew he shouldnât have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldnât help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when youâre apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldnât stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them đ He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you donât hold it against him. Heâll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.
Like Angel, heâs not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that youâre his girl and your pussy is his, so why canât he just take them? đ He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times heâs taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that heâs kept on him today to show that itâs no big deal, and theyâre the ones from yesterday, you recognize.
Heâs bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. Itâs more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Heâs not sorry for taking them, heâs just sorry that itâs kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when heâs alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didnât think youâd mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.
He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch đ He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.
The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. Itâs canon after all. He just canât help himself. Youâre his moon and stars and he just canât get enough of you. Even when youâre perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, itâs not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he canât. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. Itâs a compulsion he canât fight. God knows heâs tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didnât matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesnât want you to think heâs a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. Heâll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.
He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.
Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.
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Alpha Dog (M) ~Bang Chan
Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader
Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Roomies to Lovers | Soulmate AU? đ
Warnings: Chrisâ POV, curvy/chubby MC, pet names, mentions and descriptions of werewolf mating cycles, mandatory Christopher is Intenseâą warning (itâs even worse when you can read his thoughts), graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).
Word Count: ~17k sobbing | AO3
Summary: Chris had a dream since he was very young. He wanted to have a pack of his own, to build a safe space for people with views just like his. Once he managed to accomplish that, he wouldâve never imagined that his next dream would arrive at his doorstep in a pretty sundress.
Authorâs Note: i wanted to expand Chrisâ character in this series of stories, so this monster was born ! i think it could actually be a good starter piece for my WereRoomies series, or, if anything, just a good read đ€ if youâre reading this, hope you enjoy, and donât hesitate to let me know what you think !
Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.
Chrisâ WereRoomies Instalments:  Itâs Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · Itâs Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.
Smut Warnings: thigh kink · possessiveness · a barely even present breeding kink · praising · oral [F.&M.Rec, but the M.Rec is not as detailed] · breast/nipple play · forced orgasm (F.Rec) · fingering [F.Rec] · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · cum eating · marking (as in, sucking love bites on someoneâs skin) · intercrural · cumshot/cum on body. thereâs just a lot going on iâm sorry or am i? đ
Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.
Since the moment Chris gained his consciousness when he was very young, he knew what he was. It was impossible not to know, when the dynamic of his entire family was basically ingrained in his DNA.Â
Chris was a werewolf. His mother was a werewolf, his father was a werewolf, as were his grandparents, and they were all part of the same pack since his grandparents joined it before Chrisâ parents were even born.
Chrisâ childhood pack was big, consisting of several different blood-related families that were being led by the same alpha. Due to the numerous members of that pack, it felt like it was more of a closed off community than a familyâespecially considering members of the pack that werenât blood related would often mate with each other. Even as he grew up, Chris felt as if these people werenât really close to him, aside, of course, from his blood relatives and his best friend, Changbin.
It wasnât as if they were all bad people, he just didnât feel like he could be fully himself with the rest. They were often a bit close minded when it came to werewolf âtraditionsâ, with deep desires to keep humans at bay, or turn them whenever it was suitable for the pack, whenever they saw fit, regardless of the humanâs wishes. Some of them would even believe in the designation hierarchyâalphas over betas and omegas, alwaysâwhich was something Chris never really understood, nor supported in any way.
Thankfully for him, his blood family was quite progressive compared to the rest of the pack, and even if the others looked down on them for it, his parents decided to socialise Chris with humans from a young age. They sent him to a human school, let him have human friendsâwith the only condition to not reveal anything about his lycanthropy or the pack to themâand that contact with the outside world simply highlighted the fact that all these archaic customs in the pack made absolutely no sense to him.
So when puberty hit him, and his alpha nature started to really settle in him, he knew that he wanted to start a pack of his own. A pack where no member would feel judged or held back by the rest, where everyone could be equal.
It wasnât really that much of a surprise, honestly. His parents always knew he would be an alphaâbased on how thick-headed he was and how he would often lead his group of peers from a young ageâso when Chris told his mother about this desire of his, she immediately supported him.
His father took a bit longer to accept it, but eventually he simply understood. âItâs too late for us. This pack is our family, weâve already accepted the good as well as the bad, but youâll always be our son whether youâre a member of it or notâ, which was enough acceptance for Chris.
So as soon as he was of age and he went to university, he broke ties off with his childhood pack, and for a couple of years, he was seemingly on his own.
Some people from his childhood pack would even try to ridicule him, to look down on him whenever they met him on the streets or whenever he went to visit his parents. Chris knew it was because they thought he was crazy for being out there on his own.Â
What they didnât know was that he wasnât really alone. He had Changbin and Jisung.
Before Chris left his childhood pack he told Changbin of his idea, of his goal of leading a pack of his own, and without missing a beat Changbin immediately told him heâd join him as soon as he was of age, as long as Chris wanted him. And of course Chris wanted Changbin in his pack, he was one of the few people he trusted more in this world.
Jisung was also a childhood friend, but he didnât belong to the same pack Chris and Changbin did at the time. He became friends with them after his pack moved away from their previous den to form a new one in the same city Chris and Changbin grew up in. His parents enrolled him in the same school as them as soon as they settled, which was how the three of them met.
As it turned out, Jisung was also unhappy in his childhood pack, he was an omega, and much like Chrisâ childhood pack, omegas were viewed as of lower status than any other designation, so he was often disregarded or even mistreated. And just like Changbin, as soon as Chris told Jisung of his future plans, Jisung also decided to join them when he was of age.
So while someone outside of Chrisâ circle mightâve thought he was a lone wolf, a packless misfit, the reality was that he felt happier, more at ease while he waited for Changbin and Jisung to defect, than he ever did in his childhood pack. Two years wasnât that long of a waitâconsidering that was the age gap between him and Changbinâso he decided to place his focus on his studies for those couple of years on his own.
Eventually, as the three of them grew up, Chrisâ pack started to take more shape. Changbin was his obvious right hand, he had this sense of responsibility and protectiveness that made him a perfect second in command. However, Jisung never even entertained the possibility of being his left hand, because, in his words, âIâm not cut out for that, Iâd get everyone starved or killedâ, which was valid in Chrisâ opinion, after all, it wasnât really in his inherit nature to lead or protect others, quite the opposite actually, so Chris let it go without much of a fight.
Jisung did offer a candidate, though. A childhood friend of his, Minho, a human turned werewolf with no real pack of his own who had no real desire to lead, but was incredibly caring and protective, and, in Jisungâs words, someone who had a heart of gold.
As time went on, as they met more friends throughout their years at university, Chrisâ pack grew. With the addition of Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin his pack became a tight group of eight young werewolves who were simply trying to find their place in the world, a group of people who werenât happy in the conditions they lived in before and wanted a change, a healthy environment.Â
Since then, Chris, Minho, and Changbin tried their absolute best to keep this safe, healthy ecosystem. And in Chrisâ humble opinion, they were succeeding at that. Sure, they fought sometimes, just like any other family or pack or group of friends would, but things could always be solved one way or another. For once, Chris truly felt as if he was exactly where he was supposed to be, doing what he was supposed to doâwhat he wanted to do.Â
Aside from his supernatural condition, Chris always thought of himself as a simple man. When his mind wasnât dominated by his wolf instincts, heâd just feel like any other dude out there. He liked to play computer games, he had friends heâd often hang out withânot only his packmates, but also people heâd met throughout his lifeâand he had a stable, decent paying job as a software engineer which he quite enjoyed. But heâd admit that sometimes, it felt as if something was missing⊠And that something was romantic love.
The topic of love and romantic relationships was quite tricky for him. Heâd dated a few people in his life, but no one really seemed to stick for too long, either because he was always a bit too intense of a guy, or because they simply didnât really understand his packâs dynamic.
Oftentimes, especially when he dated a human, they just couldnât really understand why his âfriendsâ were so important to him. Heâd been told things from âyou care more about your friends than you care about meâ, to âitâs a bit weird how close you are. Yâall practically live together?â They simply wouldnât get it, and it wasnât like he could reveal his condition to just anyone and explain, so those relationships would end as soon as the person showed any discomfort in regards to his pack, which was honestly for the best.
Then on the other side of the spectrum, when he dated other werewolves, it all often fell too much into the traditional dynamic of âyouâre an alpha, Iâm an XYZ, so we must be and do things this and this wayâ, and even if he tried to break those moulds a bit, it just wouldnât work out.
So one day, right after another failed relationship, Chris decided to just⊠Let things flow. He was fine being single.
Did he have the intense need to pamper and take care of someone romantically? Yes. Did he have physical needs that he wished he could fulfil with the warmth of another person? Also yes. But he decided to bear it regardless. If he never found someone who understood him and his family dynamic then he was happy to die single. After all, his pack was, and would always be, his utmost priority.
He wouldâve never imagined that it would all change once he finally realised he couldnât live on his own.
In the very early stages of Chrisâ pack, they had to decide where their den would be. Changbinâs parents were well off, they owned a handful of buildings throughout the city, so with a bit of convincing, they let Chris, Changbin, Jisung, and anyone that came after settle in one of their buildings at a discount price.Â
For a couple of years, the three of them lived in the same flat, but as more people joined Chrisâ pack they kept rearranging themselves to get the best comfort, leaving Chris in a flat of his own, which was great at the beginning. He had his own space and privacy, and for a while, it was fine.
But when his grandparents passed away, leaving a huge house under Chrisâ name, things changed. Between the expensive utility bills of his flat, and what he had to spend upkeeping his house in the woods, he just never had money to spare. He had to accept the fact that he needed a roommate, but everyone was already settled in their own living arrangements within the den, and he didnât want to disrupt any of his packmates with this.
One day, during a phone call with his mother, Chris told her of this predicament of his, and she offered to help find a suitable roommateâas long as Chris wanted her help, of course.
He trusted his motherâs judgement, so he agreed, and next time she came to visit him, it looked like this woman had seen an angel come down from the heavens, because her face was glowing, and she exclaimed the most overly excited âOh, honey! I got the perfect candidate. Remember my coworkerâs daughter I always talk to you about?â
How could he not remember her coworkerâs daughter when his mother tried to bring her up at least once whenever he came to visit? Of course he remembered you. His mother had met you a few times, always described you as a âbeautiful, sensible, young womanâ, and honestly sometimes Chris wondered if she was trying to set him up, especially when sheâd conveniently mention how âyou really need someone like that in your pack, pup⊠A sensible, caring figure would do you all some good, especially a female one. There are just too many males at your den, I donât know how you get anything doneâŠâ
It honestly didnât surprise him that much for her to say that, she was surrounded by incompetent males all the time, always had to pick up their messes, so sheâd gotten quite radical on the importance of female figures⊠Chris just didnât really care about the gender of his roommate or his packmates at all, so he decided to follow through with her suggestion.
Apparently, you had been looking to move out of your motherâs house, or that was what your mother told Chrisâ mother, so considering you were someone his mother already knew who seemed to be nice enough, he said fuck it and told his mother to give you his number, requesting for her to ânot get too excited. I just need a roommate, mum. For all I know she might not even integrate well, maybe sheâd hardly ever be home⊠Relax, Iâm not getting married, jeezâŠâ Which his mother honestly didnât look too convinced about.
He expected nothing of it, really. He wasnât even sure if youâd call, but a few days after he had that conversation with his mother, you finally called, and you both arranged a time for you to come visit so you could see the place for yourself.
He was, admittedly, a bit nervous, mostly because he didnât want to make his condition known, or to make you uncomfortable in any way. After all, he was just an unknown man you were coming to meet and possibly live with.
When the day finally came, the moment Chris opened his door and met you he realised three things:
One, that you smelt like flowers. And not in a perfume way, more like in your natural scent way. Everyone had a different scent, it was typically more noticeable to him in other werewolves than humans, but humans most definitely had a scent, and you smelt just like freshly picked flowers.
Two, that you had a smile that could easily outshine the sun. When you smiled your cheeks would round up, and your eyes would disappear, and it was just such an endearing gesture it was hard for him not to focus on it.Â
And three, that you had the most scrumptious body he had ever seen.Â
Chris often prided himself on being a rational being, with a lot of self-control even for someone with a condition just like his, but as soon as he took in the shape of your body, it was almost as if he could feel his human mind short circuit and hear his inner wolf howling in desire.
Heâd never been much of having a âtypeâ when it came to his partners, at least not physically. Sure, there were certain attributes he preferred, but in the grand scheme of things heâd fancied people with all different types of looks. That day, though, as he struggled to make coherent sentences and act normal while he showed you the place, Chris realisedâquite puzzled, he might addâthat maybe he did have a type, and maybe that type was you.
âSo, this is the living room⊠As I mentioned on the phone, my friends often come to watch movies or just hang out. Donât worry, though, theyâre good people and very respectful. But I could totally understand if thatâs something you canât deal withâ, why did you wear a sundress? Sure, it was starting to get hot out, but did you even realise how good that dress looked on you? You mustâve, there was no way you didnât know how good you looked⊠Would you notice how hard he was trying not to look at your cleavage? He hoped you didnât.
âIf they truly are as nice as you say I donât think Iâll mind, to be honest⊠If I move in Iâd just⊠Prefer if they didnât enter my room, I guess? Other than that I donât mindâ, you sounded genuine when you said it, and that did ease Chrisâ worries a bit.
He took his sweet time showing you the place, the bathroom, what would be your bedroom if you moved in, even his bedroom, the kitchen, the pantry, the laundry room⊠All as an easy conversation flowed between you two, all as he struggled massively to not focus on the movement of your hips when you walked, to not focus on the sudden impulse he had to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close.
Stop being a creep, Christopher⊠Sheâs a person. A person with feelings, stop being a creep⊠He repeated to himself every time he caught his eyes wandering, and for the most part, he was succeeding. At least, until you sat down on one of the kitchen stools and crossed one leg over the other, making the hem of your dress rise a bit, exposing the skin of your thighs.
This must be a test, he reasoned with himself.
The universe was trying to test his self-control by presenting you to him, all pretty, kind, and with the softest looking thighs he had ever seen. Chris could feel his hands literally itching with need, wondering if youâd feel as soft all over as you looked, but he quickly shoved all these thoughts as deep as he could within himself, focusing instead on the things you were telling him.
You were so nice. Just as his mother had told him, you seemed to be very sensible, very down to earth, and those traits made it so he had no reservations about having a human like you living with him. Sure, Chris knew it would be difficult to keep his condition hidden, but regardless of that immediate reaction he had to your presence, there was just something in the back of his mind telling him that having you here would be good for him and his pack, so he decided to follow that gut instinct, telling you you could move in whenever, and in a weekâs time, you did.
It was honestly a bit odd at first. Chris had been living on his own for a while, and sure, his packmates would often drop by and stay over, but having an unfamiliar scent at home was certainly weird the first couple of weeks. Even then, heâd admit it wasnât entirely unpleasant. If anything, it just added a bit of life to the otherwise silentâand sometimes lonelyâspace.
You quickly got acquainted with his friends, Chris supposed it was hard for you not to when they spent so much time coming to his flat, and somehow you never really seemed to question it. At one point, you even adopted their mannerisms.
Chrisâ pack was very affectionate, heâd be the first one to admit it. Pet names were a constant thing among the pack, cuddling was a must, and even if you still didnât know about their condition, you simply accepted their loving, overly affectionate behaviour as the norm, and even embraced it.
The fact that Chris and his friends were werewolves was something he had decided was best for you not to know, at least not from the get-go. He told his packmates he just didnât see the need, that it could be dangerousâin reality, he just didnât want to spook you. He feared that the moment you found out of their lycanthropy youâd leave, and even if he wasnât sure why, he just didnât want that to happen, so he would often conveniently dance around the truth whenever their condition was involved.
A month after you moved in, Felix suggested to have a movie night, simply saying âwe havenât had one in a while, and I could really use one to unwind!â It had been a really long week for Chris, too, and he figured itâd be a good way to include you in their communal activities. So, as it was customary, those who wanted to join would come to Chrisâ flat.
It was just Felix, Changbin, Seungmin, you, and Chris that night, the rest of his packmates had other things to do, so they had to skip it, which maybe was for the best, that way all of you wouldnât have to cram on the sofa.
Felix had promised to bring a big box of macarons from his workplace, and he delivered. The box was filled to the brim with an assortment of different flavoursânot an elegant presentation by any means, and some of them got crushed on the way, but that wouldnât stop any of them from devouring each and every cookie.
When he placed it on the kitchen counter and opened it, Chris spotted the pink ones immediately. They were his favourite, but there were only a handful of them in the entire box, to which Felix gave him an apologetic smile, a âthere just werenât enough by the end of my shiftâ, and a shrug when Chris looked at him with a sad pout on his lips.
Chris took popcorn-making duties, and by the time it was ready and in its designated bowls, the vacuums he had for packmates had somehow eaten almost every single pink macaron, leaving only one in the box. He saw the scene play in slow motion as you made your way into the kitchen and reached for that last cookie.
Chris liked to give things to people, he really did, but that pink macaron had been holding together his last shred of sanity that day, so he acted quickly, snatching it out of the box and giving you a ânuh-uh, cutie. This oneâs for meâ.
âAw, Chris!â You tried to reach for it, but he held it over your head, as far away from your grabby hands as he could. âCâmon! Those are so good!â
âI know theyâre good! Thatâs why I want itâ, he chuckled, pulling it further away from your reach when you tried to grab it again.
âDonât be mean, babeâ, you were pouting and everything, which had his heart clenching a bit, but you didnât need to know that. He had to stay strong so he could have this delicious treat. âGive it to me?â
âSay please and maybe Iâll consider itâ, he wasnât going to consider it, which was why he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. This was his strawberry macaron that he desperately needed, just the thought of the sugary cookie melting in his mouth had him already salivating.
However, Chris realised very quickly how ill-prepared he was for the situation heâd put himself in the moment you took a step closer to him, taking a hold of his hand that had been limp by his side, caressing the back of it with your thumb as you looked him right in the eyes with that pout on your lips.
âPlease, baby⊠I really want it. Iâll bring you some tomorrow. Promiseâ, you brought your free hand to your heart, making a cross over it to emphasise that promise. âPlease?â
For a second, he froze. His arm was getting tired from holding the stupid cookie over your head, and he dumbly stared at your face, shifting his focus from your lips to your eyes a few times. Did you⊠Did you know how cute you looked? Were you doing it on purpose? You mustâve known, right?
As soon as Chris started to feel his heart thump aggressively in his chest, he realised he hadâvery stupidlyâwalked himself into a corner. He had lost, and, in a poor attempt to not let you know how fast you had disarmed him, he sighedârather dramaticallyâin what he hoped came across as annoyance.
âAlright, you can have itâ, he brought the macaron down and held it to your lips. âBut youâll seriously have to buy me some tomorrow, yeah?â
The smile that came to your face made his heart skip a beat, and the second you took the macaron between your lips, lightly brushing his fingers in the process, Chris couldâve sworn his heart stopped completely.Â
Before he could even register the movement, you had moved closer, suddenly pressing a quick, loud kiss to his cheek, muttering a âyouâre the best, darling. Iâll bring you at least two dozen tomorrow!â before you walked away and left the kitchen to join Seungmin and Felix on the sofa.
It all happened so fast, Chris could feel his skin burn where you had kissed him, and he realised too late that it was because he was blushing. Blushing! Why was he blushing? How dared his cheeks betray him this way?
âDudeâŠâ Chrisâ head snapped in the direction of Changbinâs voice, where he was looking at him from the other side of the kitchen counter, with the most insufferable grin on his face.
âDonâtâ, Chris grumbled as he lifted a finger in Changbinâs direction, which only made Changbinâs grin widen. Grabbing the biggest bowl of popcorn, Chris decided to ignore his friendâs teasing eyes completely, finally leaving the kitchen to place the bowl on the coffee table and sit his ass as far away from you as possible. He could still feel his face burn, which made it all so much worse.
That night, after everyone left, after you retreated to your room and Chris was finally able to lay in bed, completely alone with his thoughts, he couldnât stop thinking about that moment.
About the way your eyes were almost sparkling when he told you you could have the damn cookie, about the look of delight on your face when he fed it to you, about the damn kiss⊠It was all just a friendly gesture, really. You were just being nice, like you always were, but as his mind recounted the moment in an endless loop, he eventually realised that all those things he felt the day he saw you for the first time had just been warning signs.
He tried to push all these thoughts to the back of his mind again. You were his roommate. His human roommate who had no idea what Chris and his friends were. It was stupid of him to think about you as anything other than that, and yet, the more he interacted with you, the more time passed of you living with him at his den, the harder it became to ignore what he felt, especially whenever you went out on dates.
His logical, human side always tried to brush off the fact that you were dating people. After all, sometimes, you did come back home looking happy, as if you even had fun, which was a good thing. But his idiotic, wolf side just hated whenever you came home smelling like other men. He couldnâtâand wouldnâtâstop you because of it, of course. That wouldâve been absolutely insane of him to do, but one day, when he saw your laundry hanging on the drying rack he just couldnât help himselfâŠÂ
Chris figured scenting your clothes wouldnât hurt, right? You wouldnât notice⊠And other people might not even notice, either, but he just wanted you to come home and still smell like him, and frequently, that worked. Heâd admit he even grew a bit more shameless about it as time went on, hugging you or kissing your forehead before you left the house to leave his scent on youâsomething you never really questioned, either.
Whenever his pack members commented on it, Chris simply told them it was for protection, to keep you safe from other wolvesâhe wasnât sure if they believed him, considering they wouldnât stop teasing him about it every time they couldâŠ
By the fourth month of you living here, he was sure he had mastered the art of Ignoring His Feelings.
He would still scent your clothes, especially on nights like this one, where you were going on a date with some guy. But other than that he was doing an excellent job at not thinking about you in any ways other than platonicâor at least, that was what Chris tried to tell himself.
Truth was, he still had those impulsive thoughts from time to time. Soft. Nice. PrettyâŠÂ
He would quickly stop his train of thought whenever he caught himself, disregarding the almost instinctual way his hands flexed whenever he looked at you. Tonight, before you left, he tried his best to absolutely ignore the dress you were wearing and how good you looked in it, and how it hugged your curves so nicely, and the way your thighs looked in those tights⊠Would he ever be able to touch them? Squeeze them? Maybe even kissâ
The sudden sound of growls startled him, breaking his train of thought. Chris chuckled, amused by the way Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin chased their tails while running in circles in the middle of his living room. âWhat the hell are you even doing?â
âTheyâre trying to see who can catch his tail fasterâ, Felix replied simply, taking a sip of the soda in his hand, slinging an arm over Chrisâ shoulders.
âYouâre gonna hurt yourselves. Stop thatâ, Minho grumbled from the kitchen, where he and Seungmin prepared snacks for the night.
Among the growls coming from the three spinning wolves, and the constant talking between the rest, Chris failed to hear the sound of the front door opening. It took him a second too late to be hit by the smell of your floral scent, and by the time he had registered it and jumped to his feet from where he had been slouching on the sofa, it was too late.
You stood wide eyed by the hall, looking between the three wolves in the middle of the living room. For a second, everyone froze, looking in your direction, and before Chris could even say anything, he stared in horror as Jeongin started to shift back into his human form.
âItâs not what it looks like!â Jeongin had the nerve to say to you, as if he wasnât buttnaked, as if he hadnât just shapeshifted right in front of your eyes.
Your mouth opened and closed a few times. Your gaze shifted from the two wolves and Jeongin to everyone else in the room, landing on Chris last. He saw your hands tremble a bit, and, in an instant, before he could even register the movement, you were bolting out the door.
Chris immediately sprung into action, chasing you, calling for you. âWait!â
You werenât supposed to be here. You had a date. You were even prepared in case you wouldnât even come back tonight, or, at least, that was what you told Chris before you left earlier that day. Panic brewed quickly inside of him, he really couldnât let you go like this.
Chris caught up to you on the stairs, right on the landing between one floor and the other. Taking a hold of your elbow, he tugged you back before you kept going on your way. âWait! Listenââ
âWhat the fuck?!â You tried to pry yourself away. In a different circumstance, Chris wouldâve let you go on the spot, but this was no ordinary situation, so he simply tightened his hold, keeping you in place and within reach. Your eyes widened, and he saw immediately the exact moment you realised the extent of his strength.
âListen to me. Itâs notââ
âDonât you dare say that!â Your eyes frantically roamed his face, and the combination of confusion and fear he could see in your eyes made his heart clench. âWhat does it look like, then?! Huh, Christopher?!â
Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, but the words wouldnât come out. What should he say? That what you saw wasnât real? That you mustâve misinterpreted it all? That wouldâve been the right thing to do, wouldnât it? But as he looked into your eyes, he just couldnât find it in him to lie to you.
âI just saw Jeonginâs body twist and turn in ways I wouldâve never even imagined were possible!â Your lower lip was trembling slightly, the words that came out of your mouth were unsteady, and your scent was starting to tint with what Chris could only define as panic, which in turn was making him panic. âWhat the fuck was that about?! What are you people?â
âIâ Weââ The words just wouldnât come out of his mouth. He shouldâve had a plan for this, it was only a matter of time for you to find out their little secret, but he truly hadnât expected it to be so soon.Â
Upon his unresponsiveness, you tried to pull yourself away from him again, and Chris couldnât help but tighten his hold on your arm in response. He hadnât meant to, but he was going into fight or flight and his body seemed to be trying its absolute best to keep you from leaving.
You winced, and the grimace on your face started the alarm bells in his head. âChris⊠Please. It hurtsâ.
Chris let go of your arm as if it had caught on fire, and when you brought your other hand to soothe the area he had been holding onto, when he saw that look of discomfort on your face, he couldnât help but feel incredibly guilty.
Heâd failed you.
He hurt you, he failed you, and the amount of distress that realisation brought him was quickly taking a hold of each and every single one of his nerve-endings.
âGod, Iâm so sorryâ, Chris took a step back, avoiding your eyes entirely. âSo, so sorry⊠I didnât meanââ
âWhat are you, Chris?â Your voice trembled again, but it didnât seem like youâd run away.
With a deep intake of breath, Chris tried to find the courage to look you in the eyes again. âIâm⊠Iâm a werewolfâ.
You blinked, looking him up and down, looking at him like he had three heads. âA⊠A werewolf?â
âMm⊠Only Jeongin shifted when he saw you, probably out of stress or because he panicked⊠The three wolves⊠It was Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin. Weâre all werewolvesâ.
âWerewolves⊠As in⊠Half human, half wolf? Like in fairy tales?â You sounded genuinely incredulous, and Chris couldnât blame you.
He shrugged, tucking his hands in his shortâs pockets, looking away from you again, fixing his gaze on the floor. âTheyâre not just fairy tales. Thereâs a whole world of creatures out there you donât even know about, but itâs thereâ.
âCanât believe thisâŠâ You muttered to yourself, threading your fingers through your hair, tugging the strands between your fingers.
âYou⊠You canât tell anyoneââ
âWho the hell would I tell?!â You chuckled, a chuckle that lacked any semblance of amusement, and it made him wince.
You both stayed in silence, neither of you sure on what to say to the other. Until finally, you heaved a sigh, turning to continue your walk down the stairs. âWerewolves⊠This is all madnessâŠâ
âWaitâ!â
âDonât!â You whipped your face in Chrisâ direction. Your hands were shaking. Actually, it looked like your entire body was shaking. âDonât follow meâ, was the last thing you told him, and he would never forget the look in your eyes that day, completely lost, void of your usual shine.
Chris just stood there for a moment, listening to the quick clack clack clacks of your heels as you walked the steps, until he finally heard the main door of the building opening and eventually slamming closed. He could feel his heart ache, just the memory of the tone of your voice and that look in your eyes made his heart race for all the wrong reasons.
Chris was at a loss, unable to comprehend how it all got out of hand so quickly. He shouldâve known, this was bound to happen eventually, they couldnât keep hiding from you forever. But what he hadnât expected was the feeling of utter dejection the entire exchange brought him.
After a few minutes, when Chris was back in his flat, with the seven pairs of eyes staring worriedly at him, he realised he had to get a grip.
âChris, Iâm sorry. Itâs my faultââ Jeongin started, looking absolutely ashamed, but Chris stopped him immediately.Â
âDonât worry about it. She was going to find out eventuallyâ, he was honestly proud at how even his voice was coming out of his mouth, and he hoped his packmates couldnât feel the weird emotional state he was in. He shot Minho and Changbin a quick look, and they seemed to catch onto his signal fairly quicklyâif the way they stiffened was anything to go by. âYou guys go on. Iâm⊠Tired. Iâll just be in my room, Yeah?âÂ
No one seemed to question it, for which Chris was grateful. He needed some time alone to think, but even then the presence of his packmates just out of his door did comfort him a bit.
You were gone for a long while after that. The mood of the pack had almost reached the core of the planet by how low it was, but admittedly, Chris had taken the biggest blow. Eventually, everyone noticed, but no one other than Minho talked to him about it. âSheâll come around, Iâm sureâ, he told Chris one day, but it was hard for him to believe those words when he could still get a phantom of the panic in your scent whenever he was on his own.Â
You didnât tell her in time. You hurt her. You failed her⊠His brain wouldnât stop nagging him day and night. He tried to convince himself that there was no need for him to feel the way he did, that these things happened sometimes, but he knew it wouldnât be that easy, he had to make it up to you somehow.
He tried to text you, a âhey⊠howâre youâ that you didnât reply to. The rest of the pack tried to as well, explaining as much as they could, but you also didnât reply to them. No one had been able to get a hold of you, and Chris was just losing all hope.Â
Until seven days after the entire thing the sound of a key going into his front doorâs keyhole startled him, pumping adrenaline through his system, making him jump out of his bed. By the time you were opening the door and stepping into the flat Chris was already coming out of his room, looking at you.
âSoâŠâ You cleared your throat once you closed the door behind you, dropping your keys in their designated bowl on the bureau, and crossing your arms over your chest. âWerewolves?â
Chris nodded, staying rooted on the spot, afraid any movement he made would scare you in any way. âWerewolvesâ.
âDoes it⊠Does it hurt when you shift?â Out of all the things you couldâve asked, that wasnât exactly what Chris thought youâd ask first, not after being away for so long, but he decided to answer regardless. There was no point in hiding it now, the catâor should he say, the wolfâŠâwas already out of the bag.
He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest as well. âItâs not comfortable, but it doesnât really hurt hurtâ.
âMmmâŠâ You stayed silent for a bit, until your eyes found Chrisâ, and you took a step closer. âSo⊠You guys are like⊠A pack? A pack of wolves?â Chris simply nodded in response, and since he didnât say anything else, you continued. âWhy would you even let me move in?â
âYouâre niceâ, Chris replied immediately, maybe a bit too fast. But it was the truth, so he felt like saying it. âVery nice. At the time it just⊠Made sense to meâ.
âSo, youâre like⊠Their leader? Whatâs it called⊠Alpha?â
Chris chuckled. âWhere did you even get this from? But yes, Iâm the alpha of the packâ.Â
âItâs amazing what you can find on the Internet these daysâ, you shrugged. âDid you ever even have intentions of telling me all this? Did you lie to me about anything else?â
Chris shook his head. âNo, we⊠Weâre exactly the same people you met. The fact that we are what we are was the only thing I didnâtâŠâ Chris sighed. âHonestly? I wanted to tell you. But I was⊠A bit scared youâd get spooked and leaveâ.
âYou donât want me to leave?â You sounded genuinely incredulous, and it puzzled him.Â
ââCourse notâ, Chris said it like it was the most logical thing in the world. In reality, it wasnât. You were a human, a human living in a werewolf den. It seemingly didnât make sense, but to Chris, somehow, it made all the sense in the world. âDo you want to leave?â
You looked at him for a moment. Chris held his breath, watching you closely once you finally moved, coming towards him.
Tentatively, you walked into his space, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. As soon as your scent engulfed him fully, his body reacted almost on its own, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close, and heaving an almost involuntary sigh of relief.
âI donâtâ, you mumbled against his shoulder, and the way your lips brushed his bare skin had his ears heating up. He shouldâve put on a t-shirt before he left his room to meet you⊠âYou guys⊠Are really nice, tooâ.
Chris hummed, hugging you a bit tighter for a while, for as long as youâd let him. Eventually, you were speaking again.
âSo⊠If Iâm staying at this werewolf den, does that mean youâre my alpha, too?â
Chris was glad you were not a werewolf. If you had been you wouldâve heard how quickly his heart started to beat when you said that. The mere idea that youâd call him your alpha awoke something in him. Something he couldnât unpack right here right now with you in his arms.Â
You clearly didnât know what that meant, you just made a logical assumption based on the little information you probably had, but if he ever heard you call him your alpha out loud he was sure heâd explode. So he decided to reach a middle ground, innocuous enough you wouldnât be able to tell how much he was struggling with this.Â
âOnlyââ His voice betrayed him, coming out of his mouth a bit strained. So he cleared his throat, trying to act normal. âOnly if youâre a member of the pack, I supposeâ.Â
âAm I?â You asked, sounding genuinely curious.Â
âIf⊠If you want. Being a member of the pack⊠Entitles many things. if youâre willing to abide by those things then of course you canâ.Â
You hummed, burying your face further in the crook of his neck.Â
âFor what is worth, I⊠Already see you as one. Itâs been that way for a while, actuallyâ, Chris couldâve sworn he heard your heart start beating a bit faster after he said that, and in turn his heart started to beat faster in his chest.
âOh?â You pulled away from his neck, finding his gaze, looking him straight in the eyes. âSo Iâm under the big bad wolfâs protection, huh?âÂ
Chris huffed out an incredulous laugh, amused by your choice of words, but he couldnât help himself when the following words came out of his mouth. âWell, Iâm not doing a good job at that, am I?â
You frowned. Smooth it out. Make her smile, his instincts told him, once again pushing to the front of his mind those impulses he so desperately tried to ignore.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell, I meanâŠâ Chris suddenly couldnât hold your gaze, but the way his eyes decided to focus on your mouth were certainly not making it any easier. Plump, soft, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissâstop. Focus⊠âThe day you left, on the stairs⊠I hurt you. I didnât mean to, and I shouldnât have. Iâm incredibly sorryâ.Â
You went quiet for a moment, your eyes flickering between his, looking at him so intensely Chris could feel heat start to creep on the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how close you were. Finally, you inhaled sharply.Â
âI forgive youâ.
Chris blinked, and his brows furrowed. âButââÂ
âWhat do you mean âbutâ?â You chuckled, untangling your arms away from his neck to cradle his face in your hands instead. âYou apologised, and I accept your apology. Honestly, it was barely anything. I⊠Understand what you were trying to do. In the four months Iâve been living here you have never hurt me, not even made me feel uncomfortable, Chris. This is all insane, completely nuts, and Iâm warning you right now, Iâm gonna be super annoying about it, but I trust you. All of you. But you especiallyâ.Â
At that moment, Chris pulled himself away from you entirely, hopefully before you noticed how quickly his cheeks were flushing, making his way into the living room and rambling on about how you could ask him anything you wanted and offering you dinner from what he had prepared that night for himself.
It seemed like you took a lot of interest in their condition after that.Â
âSo thatâs why youâre so warm?â
âThatâs why yâall leave once a month? To run under the full moon, seriously?â
âCan you eat chocolate?âÂ
âWould you show me your wolf form?âÂ
âWhatâs a knot?â
You were really curious, maybe a bit too much. Chris was more than happy to answer your questions, but when you started to ask about mating, and knots, and ruts, and heats, heâd admit he got a little flusteredâmaybe embarrassingly so. Mostly because, whenever you so much as mentioned anything that got too into the topic of sex, heâd just get waves and waves of improper thoughts. Heâd wonder too much, heâd start getting worked up as if he was a fucking teenager whoâd never touched a person in his life, so he tried to avoid those questions whenever he could.
The rest of the pack welcomed you back with open arms. They liked you before, but now that you knew their secret, it was almost as if something flipped in the way they interacted with you.
The first time one of them called you âmumâ, Chris almost dug himself a Christopher-sized hole and buried himself alive. It was Seungmin who started the entire thing, because of course it was, Seungmin loved to see him struggle the most, clearly. And when you asked Chris about it, he simply told you the rest of the pack started to see you as a person they could lean onâwhich was half of the truth, he wouldâve been caught dead before admitting to you that they were rubbing in his face how absolutely smitten he was.
He knew it before, of course. How he felt. Even if he tried to ignore it, if he tried to pretend it was all an instinctual thing because he had a pretty girl living with him, there was no way he could lie to himself for much longer. The moment you found out of their lycanthropy and you decided to stay and help, instead of running away in fear, he just couldnât deny it any longer.
Sometimes, it felt as if the universe had taken all these qualities he couldâve ever needed in his life, all these qualities he hadnât even realised he yearned for, and put them all in a person, put them all in you and threw you at his doorstep in a pretty sundress, as if to say âhere, this is the one. Good fucking luckâ. Honestly, in retrospect, Chris stood no chance. There was no way he wouldnât have developed feelings for you.
Regardless of how he felt, he tried his best to be respectful, to not make you uncomfortable in any way. He really did try his best, but by heaven and hell if there werenât moments where he almost risked it allâŠ
Chris could still remember the first time he saw you wearing a pair of leggings. The stretchy material hugged your lower limbs so perfectly it didnât exactly leave much to the imagination⊠The sight of the fabric stretched over your perfectly round bottom and your big thighs almost broke down all those protective walls he had decided to put between you and himâespecially when the very first thought he had as soon as he saw you on them was to bend you over the kitchen counter, rip the thing to pieces, and dive face first into your cunt from behind.
He couldnât help but feel guilty every time he had those thoughts about you. In his mind, you just didnât deserve that, for some horny creep to be secretly looking at you and thinking all these lewd, dirty things about you, but the more time passed, the more he got to know you, those thoughts became more and more frequent. And the most painful part of it all wasnât just the undeniable sexual aspect of it all.
Chris often wanted to talk to you about anything and everything, to hold you, kiss you, feed you, cuddle you, just overall take care of you, and that feeling only intensified as soon as you started to take care of his packmates, as soon as you inadvertently fell fully into the position of pack parent right next to him for real. Sure, the rest of the pack members looked up to you to some degree, and they often called you mum to tease him, but he hadnât truly grasped the extent of it all.
Chris hadnât noticed that was what was happening at first, but one day, he saw as you took care of a sick Seungmin so attentively it just hit him like a ton of bricks.
You were so perfect for that role in his pack, and the fact that you were doing all those things, without even being romantically involved with him made him feel both warm with love and pained with longing. He knew then that you were supposed to be there next to him, with him, but that was something he couldnât push on you, not when it didnât seem like you were feeling the same things towards him in the slightest.
Or at least, that was what Chris tried to tell himself, to delude himself into not overstepping those boundaries between you two. The reality was that, sometimes, Chris thought he mightâve had a chance.
Times when he hugged you tight and he could hear your heartbeat pick up its pace, or when you sent him silly memes that you thought heâd find funny, or times when you teased him, almost, almost as if you were flirting with him, or whenever you took interest in his lycanthropy, orâŠ
He often recalled very fondly how you would snuggle into him whenever you fell asleep on the sofa while watching a movie with him. It didnât happen often, but when it did, heâd wake up with you in his arms, with your head tucked under his chin. Those times, heâd always pretend to be asleep for as long as he could, selfishly enjoying your warmth until you eventually woke up, gave him a kiss on the cheek with a racing heart, and mumbled sleepy apologies before retreating to your room. Heâd tried to convince himself that you possibly feeling the same way was all wishful thinking, so he never truly entertained those thoughts.
Even then, there were things he just couldnât stop himself from doing. At some point, scenting your clothes just wasnât enough for him, so he started lending you articles of clothing of hisâhoodies, mostly. He wouldâve loved to see you wearing his t-shirts, or his bathrobe, but hoodies were a good enough compromise in his mind. Heâd always give them to you whenever you showed any sign of feeling even remotely chilly, and he soon realised that that need of having you wrapped in his scent only grew bigger the closer his rut was.
The first rut Chris went into after you moved in was, quite honestly, insane. He was able to recognise the signs early enough to leave the flat he shared with you and stay at one of the vacant ones in the building, and when it finally hit him, it hit him hard. He didnât think heâd had such a painful rut in his lifeâaside from the first one, which to this day he was sure was the perfect representation of what being in hell would feel like.Â
Logically, he couldâve asked a friend to help him out. It was always best to deal with these things with another person there, but, somehow, the mere thought of being with someone like that after he realised his feelings for you was⊠Really unpleasant, so he decided to bear it on his own.
During that rut, all his inner wolf wanted was to have you. Your scent plagued his mind, the mental image of you and your thighs and your soft body had him with his fist around his cock the entire time, but it was never enough. He yearned to pleasure you, to taste you, to make you come undone for him as many times as he could, to have you in every possible way he could, to pump you full of his cum and breed you, and the fact that he couldnât do that had him in both physical and emotional pain.
The worst part was that Chris felt like shit not only because whenever he was able to orgasm it didnât seem to quench his desires a single bit, but also because he was thinking of you in such a way again. At the time, he was so desperate he could hardly think about it, but as soon as his rut subsided he had this immense guilt plaguing him. So much so he wasnât able to look you in the eyes for a week straight after, so he swore he would try his best to never break your trust like that ever again.
And for a handful of months, it worked. Heâd still share his hoodies with you, still have the need to hug you, and touch you, and take care of you, but whenever his mind drifted too much heâd give himself a reality check. Sheâs your roommate. Your friend. Youâre more than just a horny dog, Christopher, heâd berate himself often, keeping his distance however he could.
It was hard sometimes, though. Youâd taken this habit of looking him in the eyes⊠You used to do it before, too, but somehow it seemed different lately. Your gaze would linger on his for a few seconds longer than usual, enough to trigger his primal instincts, to make him want to assert his dominanceânormally, thatâd mean heâd want to physically fight for it, but with you, the only way his body wanted to assert his dominance was by bending you over and fucking you stupid, which didnât help his case one bit.
It was incredibly silly of him to think that way whenever you looked him in the eyes for too long, considering that, even if you could, he just knew there was no way youâd challenge him for his position in the pack. So heâd always talk himself down of his instinctual reaction, reminding himself of who you were, of how he couldnât let himself hurt you, or cross your boundaries in any way.
But his resolve crumbled a little over a year after you moved in, when Chris saw your freshly washed clothes messily sprawled on your bed while you were ovulating, almost as if you had prepared a pretty little nest for him to breed you in. That, coupled with the fact that you were wearing his clothes at the same time, triggered his already upcoming rut right then and there.
His mind clouded quickly, your floral scent filled every single crevice within him, making his alpha instincts kick in. Pleasure, dominate, breed, breed, breed⊠The words resonated repeatedly within him as he struggled to keep it together, to not jump you on the spot and do something he would regret, to not hurt you.
When he desperately tried to leave the flat, you just wouldnât let him, you were clearly worried about him, and if there was one thing Chris had learnt about you was that it wasnât in your nature to just ignore a friend in need. But God, you just smelt so good⊠It was getting increasingly harder to not act on his impulses.Â
You kept looking him in the eyes, and it wasnât making it any easier, not when his instincts wouldnât just shut the fuck up. Show her. Make her submit. Dominate, dominate, dominateâŠ
âGo lock yourself in your fucking room while I can still think and hold backâ, he held to his last shred of sanity until the very last second, all while his humanity and his inner wolf fought for dominance over his actions during the entire interaction.
What he hadnât expected, though, was for you to return his feelings, for you to want him. âWhat if I donât want you to hold back?âÂ
In a second, as soon as the words left your mouth, he finally let himself see, hear, and smell all the signs. Your flushed face, your heart thumping aggressively in your chest, the smell of your arousal lingering in the air⊠He simply snapped. The second you gave him your consent and he finally got a taste of you, Chris knew there was no going back for him. He was in deep.
He wouldnât be able to get over the feeling of your lips on his, the sounds that came out of your mouth whenever he touched you, the smell of your scent laced with so much lust he was almost vibrating with excitement at the prospect of all the things he could do to you, of how good heâd make you feel.
âWanna be mine? Just say it, love, and Iâll make you mine. All mineâ.
Claim, claim, claim⊠No, no claiming, Christopher. Too soon, too soon, thatâs not what she needs right nowâŠ
âWanna be yours⊠Wanted to for so long, tooâ.
For so long, for so long, for so long⊠Sheâs mine, mine, mine, all for meâŠ
Finally, Chris was able to let go of his inhibitions and fulfil all those desires and needs heâd had for the longest time. Not only was he able to quench his thirst with your essence on his tongue, or release all that tension that kept on building within him with the intoxicating feel of the soft skin of your inner thighs and the velvety walls of your cunt wrapped around his cock, but also he made you feel so much pleasure you were barely even able to talk and walk after he did. That simple fact had his chest swelling with pride, had him going through so many waves of his rut that by the fourth day of fucking you nonstop he could barely stand the tiniest movement around his cock.
Chris was being driven by both his emotional and physical needs the entire time, driven by his instincts to fulfil both his and your desires, but by the fourth night of his rut he had regained some of his human clarity back. It was just as you two were having a bath, as you took care of him, washing his hairâsomething no one had ever come remotely close to doing after he became an adultâthat he came to a very important realisation.
Not only had you taken the time to understand him and the role he had within his pack, youâd taken the time to understand each and every single member in it, you supported them all in every way you could, and even though you were human, your body was able to take Chris in his most animalistic state. So it was right then, right as he looked at the soft, focused features of your face when you massaged his scalp, that he realised that the universe had really made you all for him, perfect just for him.
Heâd said this to you time and time again throughout his rut, because it just felt right to say them, but only then did he realise how true it all was.
It wasnât unheard of. It happened often in werewolves. Not to every single one, but it was often enough that he was able to connect the dots. It was said that there would always be someone out there that would be able to strengthen those areas a wolf might be lacking in. And for Chris, that someone was you.Â
Even when he woke up the next day, with his mind finally clear of his more animalistic impulses and desires, he knew that to be the truth.
It was a lot to take in, and if it was a lot for him who had been labelled Mr Intense several times throughout his life by both friends and partners, he was sure it wouldâve been a lot for you, too. So he decided to file this for later, for it to be discussed when the time was right.
As it was now, he felt as if everything had been done backwards, so he had to start settling the foundations of a possible relationship with youâsure, youâd let him fuck you silly for four days straight, but what if you had been influenced by his pheromones? What if you realised you didnât want him like that? That itâd be too much?
So he asked you out on a date, he wanted to take you to the seasonal fair, and to his delightâand maybe reliefâŠâyou accepted. It was almost comical how fast his heart would beat whenever you got close to him during that date, especially so considering he had already told you so many filthy, intimate things during his rut, but as you tugged him along to rides and games and food stalls, it all felt different to him somehow. More meaningful, perhaps.
That evening, when you were both walking back home, as Chris held your hand tightly in his, right under the seasonal lights that had been placed above the road, he just couldnât help himself when he cradled your face and kissed you. A slow, sensual kiss that had his heart doing flips in his chest, and he simply revelled in the way you moved closer to him, in the way you held his coat tightly in your hands, in the way your lips moved against his.
A motion so natural he just couldnât believe he hadnât been doing this since the day he met you. When he pulled back, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and the moment you said yes, his heart soared, and he couldnât help but feel incredibly giddy.
Now, Chris could hold you as much as he wanted, touch you as much as he wanted, he could tell you everything without having to measure his words, and he was so, so ready to enjoy every second of it. To enjoy every single second heâd spend with youâeven more than he did before.
You were still sleeping in your bedroom, or at least, you did for the first few days after your date. That was fine by Chris, he had been making up for the lost time at work because of the âunexpected sick leaveâ he had to take during his rut, so he was coming home late at night, barely even seeing your pretty face before he took a shower and dropped dead on his bed until the next day. It was best for you to sleep on your own so he wouldnât disturb you. That was Chrisâ reasoning.
At least, until tonight.
âHeyâ, your voice made him look away from his phone and over his shoulder, finding you peeking your head from behind the door with a shy smile on your lips.
âWhy are you up? You should be sleeping, loveâ, Chris turned, lying on his back and fixing his eyes on you.
âI missed youâ, you replied simply, making your way into the room, your words effectively bringing heat to the back of his neck.
Chris let out a content sigh, watching you get on his bed and finally straddle his hips. His hands settled on your thighs, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. If only it werenât so cold so you werenât wearing these pyjama bottoms⊠They were cute, fluffy, with doughnuts printed all over them, but he selfishly wished he could feel your skin under his hands.
âMissed you, too. So muchâ.
You leaned into him, resting your entire body weight on him to press a kiss to his lips. Chris could definitely get used to this. To the feeling of you pressed against him, even with the duvet separating your bodies, he just loved feeling you close, especially when you kissed him so softly, so⊠Lovingly.
Youâd been his girlfriend for a total of three days, it had been almost an entire week since the end of his rut, and you two hadnât had sex since then. Youâd told him you needed some time to recover, which was perfectly fine. Chris himself felt like he needed a short break as well, after all, getting back into his normal rhythm after a rut was always a process.
Besides that, though, your comfort was always his first priority, it had always been that way, but even more so now. He wanted to wait until you felt fine, until you were ready for it again.Â
Although, heâd admit it wasnât particularly easy. Not when you looked Like That all the time and he just wanted to sink his teeth on your soft flesh any time he got the tiniest glimpse of your skin.Â
Sure, he was no longer in a rut, he was a coherent man, with coherent thoughts, completely capable of simply enjoying your presence without escalating any further than a hug or a kiss. But tonight, as his tongue made its way into your mouth, as your hips rolled against him, as his hands started to roam your back, only to settle on your rear to fondle the supple flesh, Chris was truly starting to feel ravenous, desperate to feel you, desperate to make you feel incredibly good.
âChris, babyâŠâ you mumbled against his lips, resuming your motions immediately after the words left your mouth, pressing pecks on his lips.Â
âHm?â Chris took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently, gripping your buttcheeks tighter, and the whimper that came out of your mouth almost, almost made him lightheaded with how fast blood rushed to his cock.Â
âWant youâŠâ
Chrisâ eyes snapped open, and he pulled away from you to look you in the eyes, finding your blown pupils and flushed cheeks. Beautiful, gorgeous, pretty⊠Swallowing, he brought a hand to your cheek, softly dragging his thumb over your skin. âPretty⊠You sure? Are you feeling okay?â
âMmâ, with a hard roll of your hips to emphasise your statement, you pressed a brief kiss on his lips. âPositive. Iâve almost forgotten how you feel like inside me, baby. Thatâs a crimeâ.
Chris huffed an incredulous chuckle. âSo soon? Damn, mustâve not fucked you enough, thenâ.
âOh, you fucked me plenty. I just want moreâ, a grin spread on your lips, looking utterly shameless, and Chris would lie if he said it didnât excite him.
âGreedy, huh?âÂ
Before you could even attempt to bite back, Chris rolled to the side, taking you with him, effectively wrapping you in the duvet, like the most adorable burrito, and trapping you under him, eliciting a yelp from your lips with the movement.
âNot fairâ, God, you shouldnât be allowed to pout, it disarmed him way too quickly. Chris couldnât help but peck your lips, as many times as necessary, until you started giggling.
âWhat? My pretty baby wants to be on top?â Chris placed a kiss on your cheekbone. Your skin was warm, soft, you smelt like your moisturiser and your floral scent, and he just absolutely loved it.
âMaybeâ, you mumbled, sounding more distracted now that Chrisâ lips had descended to your neck, now that he was kissing and nibbling your skin.
Your hands roamed his back, making him shiver, especially so when you dragged your fingers down his spine, finally reaching his bum, and confidently squeezing. âWhy are you naked?â You chuckled, clearly amused, and Chris settled his weight on his elbows so he could look at your face better.
âI was already ready to sleep, baby. You know I sleep nakedâ.
âYou do?â You laughed, and it made him smile. âI thought the kids were saying that just to mess with youâ.
âOh, they were messing with meâ, Chris chuckled. âBut they werenât lyingâ.
âSo⊠If we start sleeping together, youâd sleep naked, too?â You squeezed his buttcheek again, a bit harder this time. It was barely anything, but it was working him up way more than it should have, for sure. Chris was already hard and leaking just by your presence, by your warmth and your kisses, but even then the simple implication that you wanted to share a bed with him every night had his heart doing flips in his chest, had his cock twitching with need.
âWould you mind?â He pulled away from you enough to untangle the duvet away from your body. As soon as you were released, he tugged on your pyjama top, and you let him get it off of you immediately.
âNot one bitâ, was all you replied, and Chris gave you a hum of acknowledgement just as he tugged your bottoms off.
He got, admittedly, a bit distracted. Of course you wouldnât be wearing any underwear under your pyjamas, you were ready for bed already, but it still caught him off guard.
The marks heâd left on your body during his rut were starting to fade, and all he wanted right now was to mark you all over again. Did he have a problem? Maybe he did. As his hands made their way to cup your tits, squeezing them briefly only to finally settle on playing with your nipples, the sounds that were coming out of your mouth made it incredibly hard for him to care.
âHowâre you this pretty, huh?â While Chris kept softly rolling your nipples between his fingers, your hands came to hold his wrists, gently rubbing his skin with your thumbs as you arched your back, moaning oh, so sweetly for him.
âChris, babeâŠâ Your hold on his wrists tightened, shifting Chrisâ attention from your breasts to your eyes again. The smell of your arousal had him literally salivating, had him feeling like a hungry dog, ready to devour you whole, and when you dropped the most desperate âkiss meâ he couldnât help but do just that, removing his hands from your chest to hug you close.
You whined as soon as his lips landed on yours, moulding to yours time and time again, eventually pushing his tongue inside your mouth, savouring you, swallowing every sigh and every whimper that fell from your lips. He kissed you for a while, enjoying the feeling of you holding him tightly, enjoying the way your heartbeat kept picking up its pace, until the slow, deep kisses turned messier, more eager, until he couldnât ignore just how badly he wanted to have a taste of you.
As he started his descent down your torso, kissing your clavicle, your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth to play with the hardened bud for a bit with his tongue, he couldnât help his hands from roaming your body. Your thighs, your hips, your sides, anywhere he could reach.
His fingers sunk on your flesh, eliciting quiet whimpers from your mouth, just as he kept licking the pebbled skin of your nipples and your hardened buds. Chris just really couldnât help himself from kneading and squeezing your skin, tracing every dip, every roll, every curve, until his mouth finally resumed its path further down your body.
âBabyâŠâ You mumbled once Chrisâ mouth attached to your lower belly, nipping and kissing and sucking on your skin, making you squirm.
âHm?â Chris would admit he was only partially listening, there was not much coherent thinking going on in his brain at that moment, all he could think about was you, you, you, and your soft skin, and your floral scent, and how it was all heavily tinted with lust.
You didnât say anything, though, you simply inhaled a shaky breath once Chrisâ attention was shifting again, from your lower belly to your mound, and finally, bringing his forearms under your thighs, he pushed them towards your chest, attaching his mouth to your skin so he could repaint all those marks that had started to fade.
He vaguely registered the words âsuch delicious thighs, fuckâŠâ coming out of his mouth, just as he vaguely registered the whimper you gave him in response. He repeated his motions until he was satisfied with the amount of freshly made love bites on your thighs, finally directing his attention to your dripping heat.
Chris truly was just a simple man.
A simple man with simple needs.
Sinking his fingers in the soft skin of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him, he finally dived, licking a slow, fat stripe from your entrance to your clit, all but moaning at your taste on his tongue, brows pulled together in bliss.
Chris got comfortable, laying on his stomach, and slurping you up. The moans and whines and whimpers that came out of your mouth with each and every single one of his movements, the way your fingers threaded through his hair, the way your hand pushed on his head to get him impossibly closer to you, only encouraged him more. Your free hand came to rest on one of his, and he wasted no time letting go of your thigh to hold your hand instead, linking his fingers with yours, relishing the warmth of your palm against his.
âOh, fuckâŠâ Your legs started to tremble as soon as he eased two fingers into you, and his mind raced with the feel of your heat wrapped around his digits. So warm, soft⊠He wasnât sure if the words actually left his mouth or if it was just his instincts taking a hold of his mind, but he honestly didnât care, either.Â
As he started to add more and more fingers, until he was stretching you open as much as he could, your thighs clamped around his head, and Chris truly, truly couldnât contain the literal animalistic growl that came out of his mouth, muffling against your skin as he diligently sucked your clit into his mouth and licked it with his tongue.
Letting go of your hand to grip your outer thigh, he simply encouraged you to keep that position, to borderline suffocate him with your legs, and honestly for all he cared he couldâve died right then and there, choked by the most delicious thighs heâd ever had the pleasure of touching, of kissing, of fuckingâ
Shit, he wanted to fuck your thighs. Would you ever let him do that again? Between the feeling of your walls around his fingers, your taste on his tongue, the sinful sounds coming out of your mouth, and the mere thought of fucking your thighs again, he could feel himself start to leak even more fluids, surely soiling his bedsheetsânot like he cared much about it, to be honest.
Chris decided to ignore that thought altogether. He didnât want to ruin the mood by bringing that up, not right now. So he shifted his focus back into the now, back to your hand tugging his hair and his fingers in your cunt and his mouth on your clit.
For a split second, he wondered if he should stop, if he should slow down to prolong this further, to eventually build you up once again and enhance your impending release. Heâd been the one teasing you about it earlier, but the truth was, tonight, he was the greedy one, desperate to bring you unadulterated pleasure, so he didnât stop.
Instead, he just sped up his fingers, thrusting harder, curling them up against that sweet spot within your walls in the exact way heâd learnt would have you curling your toes and flexing your thighs. He sucked harder, licked harder, revelling in the cries coming out of your mouth, revelling in the feel of you, all soft and warm and his.
When you came, moaning his name like the sweetest song heâd ever heard, Chrisâ thoughts hazed, feeling your walls clenching repeatedly around his fingers, feeling your thighs twitching slightly around his head. And the moment you tried to pull yourself away from him, he just didnât budge, bringing his hand from where it had been gripping your thigh to your hip, holding you tight and pinning you in place.
âOh, fuck⊠Fuck, fuck, Chris, youâShitââ Whatever it was you were trying to tell him got caught in your throat, all words replaced by broken moans and whines, which only fueled that determination that had quickly built within him. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, pleasureâŠ
Chris didnât relent until you were shaking with a consecutive high, until you tugged on his hair and begged with a breathless âShit, Chris, darling, canât handle it anymore, pleaseâŠâ effectively snapping him out of it. Pulling on your thighs to get you to release your hold on him, and kissing his way up your body, Chrisâ lips finally found your face, kissing away the salty tears that had run down your cheeks, only to finally find your mouth and kiss you deeply.
You let out the dreamiest sigh of relief when he kissed you, making him hum against your mouth, and as you hugged him close to you, tightly, bare chest against bare chest, his heart felt as if it was ready to burst at the seams.
âFuck, love, you okay?â Chris wanted to check, to make sure his greediness didnât get the best of him, and when you nodded enthusiastically, finding his lips and kissing him again, that minimal worry in his mind dissipated instantly.
âNo business being that good with your mouth, fuckâ, you mumbled against his lips, making him chuckle, just as you wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him closer.
âGot a bit carried away⊠I can tone it down next time, if thatâs what you wantâ, he teased you a bit with a grin on his lips, just as he held the base of his length and guided it to your entrance.
âDonât you dareâ, you replied almost immediately, pressing another loud kiss on his lips. âWant you just as you are. You always make me feel so good, babyâŠâ
Chris hummed, content, keeping himself propped up on one elbow, kissing you as he dragged his tip up and down your folds, getting drenched in your slick. He was fully intending on not fucking you yet, on giving you time to catch your breath, he truly just wanted to feel your wetness against his cock, but when you noticed what he was doing, and urged him with a âif you donât get inside of me right now Iâll cry for real, baby, pleaseâ, he simply couldnât deny you.
Heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven, warm, warm, warm⊠âFuck, it really hasnât been that long, but I missed being inside youâ, Chris couldnât help but mumble against the skin of your neck once he bottomed out, relishing the way your walls just hugged him so perfectly, relishing how warm and snug it felt.
âMe too, babyâ, you chuckled softly, threading your fingers through his hair, mindlessly playing with it.Â
Keeping himself propped up enough, and once his other hand found yours, linking your fingers together, Chris finally started to move. He started slow, savouring every drag of his cock against your heat just as he kept kissing you, swallowing your quiet moans.
Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he pressed slow, wet kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, making you squirm in his hold, and the whines that came out of your mouth as you bared your neck for him had his pace picking up just the tiniest bit, had his instincts kicking in and his lips sucking purple splotches on your skin. Mark, mark, mark, markâŠ
It truly hadnât been that long, but now that he was able to feel you like this again, Chris realised he had missed it more than he thought. How could he not, when you were so warm, so soft, and just so, so perfect for him in every way, and as he whispered these things in your ear, all while bringing his hands under you, one holding your shoulder, and the other holding one of your buttcheeks to keep you from sliding away from him with his movements, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that that was the absolute, irrevocable truth.Â
âAll yours, Chrisâ, you mumbled back to him, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, the reassurance alone sending sparks of pleasure up and down his spine, and when you added a âjust like youâre all mine, tooâ, emphasised with a tug on his hair, he just couldnât hold back the sounds that were coming out of his mouth, nor the rumbling that started to resonate from deep within him. Which, had he not been absolutely drunk on your presence, wouldâve puzzled him, and maybe embarrass him a bit.
It wasnât that common for alphas to rumble outside of their rut, and Chris was no exception to this. He could probably count with one hand the times he had rumbled after puberty. But as he continued to pleasure you, to indulge in your body, he realised his quiet, slow, almost involuntary rumble was just another sign. Another sign that he was all yours, you were all his, and nothing had ever made more sense to him in this life than those two facts.
Holding you tightly, he rolled to the side, bringing you with him so you could sit on him, making you gasp with the change in angle once he was buried within your walls again.
âCâmon, pretty⊠Didnât you want to be on top? Ride meâ, he mumbled against the skin of your neck, sinking his fingers on the swell of your hips. âRide me like you mean it, love. Show me how much you wanted itâ.
And you did. He attached his mouth to your chest, determined to leave as many love bites as he could like he did with your thighs, just as he could feel his body burn from the inside out while you bounced on his cock. Mine, mine, mine, mineâŠ.Â
Time slipped between his fingers, his mind and body lost completely on you, just like you got lost on him, exploring one another until you came once more, until you eventually got off his lap, took him between your lips and made him come in your mouth. When he borderline begged you to open up and show him, he was sure the sight of his cum pooled in your mouth would be ingrained in his brain forever, and when he asked you to swallow and you did, showing him your clean tongue right after, he couldnât help but feel tingly all over, so incredibly enraptured by you, and your mouth, and your body, and your mind, and your absolutely everything.
After a quick clean up and more kisses and more caring words, Chris simply hugged you close under the covers, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your fingers buried in his curls and massaged his scalp softly. The sound of your heartbeat under his ear was lulling him to sleep, and when you held him even tighter against your body and he started to rumble again, he simply didnât question it, too tired and sleepy and in love to care at all once he finally fell asleep that night.
Starting a romantic relationship with you meant that there were hardly any reservations in this flat anymore. Chris would walk around almost naked most of the time, wearing nothing but comfortable, loose fitting pyjama shorts, just as youâd do the same. Walking around topless or wearing only your underwear under one of his oversized tees, and honestly Chris was having the time of his life seeing so much of your body all the time he had to make a conscious effort to not have his hands on you all the timeâhe failed miserably every time, but by the heavens he was trying.
You both had decided to keep Chrisâ bedroom as your shared room, whereas your room would become a study of sorts for both, since you kindly requested âno work in the bedroom, darling, pleaseâ, which was perfectly reasonable.Â
The dynamic within the pack didnât change at all, you were already doing all the things the partner of a packâs alpha would typically do before you got together, so the only minor difference now was that you and Chris would often engage in very shameless public displays of affection, eliciting a groan or two from the younger members of the pack. Theyâd have to endure it, because Chris had no plans to stop any time soon. And he was very unapologetic about it.
Others, though, started airing his dirty laundry to you. âI wish you couldâve heard how fast his heart would beat when you got close to him before. How flustered he gotâŠâ Seungmin just wouldnât shut up about it, and even though you were his girlfriend now and all his prior struggles were something you were very aware of, Chris still threatened to smack him with a slipper if he kept talking to you about itâa completely empty threat, but it did slow down his jabs a bit.
By the two month mark Chris was one hundred percent sure heâd never felt this good in a relationship before, and if these couple of months were an omen of how the rest of his life would be, he was more than ready for it.Â
âBaby, no offence, but no wonder you had to get a roommateâ, you chuckled, mindlessly playing with his hair.
Chris laid on his back with his head between your legs, your tummy posing as the softest pillow heâd ever used. Your legs draped over his shoulders, caging his head between them while he played on his phone. It was a common position for Chris and you to âcuddleâ at this point, just laying together on the sofa as both of you took some time to unwind from the long day, scrolling on your phones, watching TV, or engaging in conversation.
âWhatâd you find?â Chris mindlessly caressed the skin of your outer thigh, squeezing the flesh here and there whenever he felt like it.
A few days ago, you had offered to help organise the finances of the pack, and today Chris was finally able to send you all the documents he could find related to everyoneâs income and expenses. Heâd been taking care of it on his own, but he found the task to be incredibly annoying and sometimes even confusing, so heâd be the first to admit he wasnât doing as well as he couldâve with it⊠Especially with his own finances.
âWell, the kids seem to be taking care of their expenses well enough⊠They could probably cut down on some extras if they want to have some extra moneyâŠâ Chris was trying his best to listen, he really was, but he started to zone out almost immediately, distracted by the warmth of your thighs around his head.
He squeezed your thigh, inhaling sharply, getting almost overwhelmed by your scent. âBut youâŠâ His ears perked up, focusing on what you were telling him. âDo you even know you are being billed for all these things? What do you even need a scooter insurance for?â
âIâm still paying for that insurance?!â
âMhm, lookâ, you handed him your phone. Chris looked at the numbers on the screen, incredulous, and slightly annoyed with himself for forgetting about these things. âDo you even have a scooter?â
âSold it ages ago, before I even got the carâ, he scoffed, handing you your phone back. âGuess it just⊠Slipped my mind to cancel that thingâ.
âThere are more like these, yâknow?â You chuckled, gently tugging on his hair. âYou reckless wolf, what am I gonna do with you?â
Chris simply chuckled in response, turning his head a bit to place a kiss on your inner thigh as you continued to list things he had completely forgotten about. It took you both a while to go through everything, by the time you were done, he had pulled himself from between your legs, deciding to instead sit with his back against the backrest, spreading his legs as much as he wanted, with your legs laying over his.
There was some film playing on the TV. Chris tried to keep his eyes glued to it, but in all honesty, he wasnât watching any of it, he didnât even know which film it was.
The way you were laying on the sofa with your legs on his lap made it so the t-shirt you were wearing rode up almost completely, leaving your thighs on full display for Chris to touch and stare at. It was nothing unusual or particularly revealing, but heâd spent the past hour just squeezing and massaging your thighs, and the motions were getting him really worked up. Maybe embarrassingly so.
Even if heâd fucked you silly and seen you naked a thousand times already, he was somehow especially affected today. Maybe it was the fact that you hadnât had sex in a few daysâwhich was fine, contrary to what the rest teased Chris for, you two didnât fuck every single day. Several times a week? Yes. But not every day. Mostly because either one of you would be too exhausted due to your jobs or your studies or whatever situation you both were going through that week.
Chris had caught himself thinking about your thighs a lot lately. Whenever you sat on his lap, or when you draped your legs over him when you slept, he just couldnât help but look at them, to touch them. It had gotten to the point where, whenever your schedules got busy and you couldnât get intimate for one reason or the other, heâd found himself wanking one off thinking maybe bit too much about your thighs. Touching them, kissing them, sucking on them, fucking themâŠ
âBabyâŠâ He squeezed your thigh lightly, keeping his eyes focused on the way the skin dipped under his hold. âIf I tell you something⊠Something slightly embarrassing⊠Would you judge me?â
You turned away from your phone to look at him. âNever, babe. Whatâs bothering you?â
Chris swallowed the saliva he hadnât even realised had pooled in his mouth, massaging your thighs a bit more firmly. âI⊠Really, really like your thighsâŠâ
âI can tellâ, you tucked your phone under the cushion you were using to prop yourself up, giving him your full attention. âThatâs not embarrassing, though?â
âThatâs not the embarrassing partâŠâ Taking a deep breath, Chris licked his lips. Heâd had a chub for a long while now, heâd been trying to ignore it, but the more he touched your bare skin, the more he just enjoyed the feeling of your soft flesh under his fingertips, he just couldnât ignore it any longer. âI⊠Think about them often. Maybe too often. About how soft and squishy and big they areâŠâ
âYou do?â There was a bit of a teasing tone in your voice, but the way your heartbeat suddenly quickened was enough for Chris to know you werenât teasing him because you found it particularly amusing, but just to get him even more worked up, to get him to react, and honestly he willingly fell for it, just like he did every single time.
âMhmâŠâ It wasnât anything particularly new, not to him. The thighs⊠Theyâve always been a part of a personâs body heâd tended to focus on, and the only time he tried to openly discuss it with someone in depth they looked at him like he was crazy, so he was embarrassed, and maybe a little apprehensive. But right now, he was just horny and in love and your thighs were just so soft, he just couldnât contain the words from leaving his mouth. âFuck, pretty, wanna fuck them so bad right now. Just⊠Really wanna come all over themâŠâ
Chris had only ever fucked your thighs during his rut, heâd never brought that up into your day to day sexual activities. He was just convinced it wasnât exactly common to have such cravings, considering heâd had partners tell him that before. Sure, youâd let him do it already when he was going through his rut, but there were a lot of pheromones and hormonal rushes involved back then, this was different. This was his completely coherent human self wanting to fuck a part of your body that wasnât exactly common to want to fuck.
Licking your lips, and with a shaky intake of breath, you brought your hand to his, placing it there to bring his attention to your eyes. âWanna do it now?â
There was no hint of judgement in your eyes, if anything Chris could see your pupils dilate, he could hear your heart beating faster in your chest, so he gave you an almost shy nod. âDo you, though?â
Your hold on his hand tightened a bit. âThese are yours, Chris. Iâm all yoursâ, your low tone, the desire coating your words, had him biting his lower lip and inhaling deeply, getting a whiff of your floral scent slightly tinted with lust, and it was honestly starting to cloud his mind a bit. âI donât think itâs anything to be embarrassed about, baby. I actually think itâs quite hot⊠Makes me feel⊠Wanted. Is that how it is? Do you want me?â
ââCourse I do. Never not want you, prettyâ, sneaking his hand between your thighs, Chris squeezed the tender flesh at the highest point, right where it met your core, making you almost squeal.
You stared back at him, in that way that almost made his alpha instincts kick in, in that way that made him want to make you submit to him in any way he could, but before Chris could say anythingâor do anythingâyou spoke again. âWell⊠Thereâs massage oil in the coffee tableâŠâ
Of course there was massage oil in one of the drawers of the coffee table. You and Chris kept it there since before you got together, for times where the other felt their shoulders particularly stiff or for when any of the kids came over with the same problem. Heâd lie if he said he never thought about⊠Using it in more inappropriate ways before, but it had been so long since youâd used it he had honestly forgotten about it.
With a chuckle, Chris shuffled a bit, careful not to let your legs fall out of his lap as he leaned forward to open the drawer and take out the bottle. Settling back on the sofa, as comfortable as he could, he instructed you, âscoot your legs back a bit, love. Need to take my shorts offâ.
So you did, and once he found himself bare, he guided you towards him just as he slouched further into the sofa, bringing your legs back to his lap. Taking the bottle of oil, Chris took his time lathering your inner thighs with it, lightly massaging your flesh as he went, relishing the way your breathing was starting to get a bit more laboured with each drag of his hands on your skin, until finally, he soaked his cock, giving himself a couple of languid pumps.
Once Chris was content with how soaked you both were, he gave you the bottle so you could place it on the floor, just as he guided your legs to close around his length, and the sigh of relief that left his lips was honestly almost pathetic to his earsânot like he could care much about it when the most delicious thighs heâd ever seen were practically suffocating his cock.
âSo good, fuckâŠâ It wasnât a particularly easy angle to do this in, but he was too far gone to care, so Chris simply angled his body towards you enough for both of you to be comfortable. Slowly, he started to thrust, his eyes focused on the sight of his tip popping out from between your legs, almost rubbing your core with each motion, feeling himself leak and almost drool as tiny sparks of pleasure started to travel down his spine.Â
There was a voice at the back of his head telling him that he wasnât taking care of your pleasure, that he was being too selfish by rutting himself between your thighs like this, but before he could even feel bad about it, Chris heard you whimper, and when his eyes snapped from the sight of his cock between your legs to your face, he couldnât help but swallow. Your face was flushed, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, and your brows furrowed as you looked back at him.
âIs this how you wanted me, darling?â When the words left your mouth, almost breathless, Chris swallowed again, slowly nodding. Somehow, you looked like you were enjoying it as much as he did, and that realisation had him growing impossibly hard.
âJust like this, pretty⊠Seriously, these thighs of yours⊠Theyâre gonna be the death of me. So full and soft⊠So deliciousâŠâ Sliding one of his hands under your shirt, he found one of your breasts, kneading it and squeezing it for a bit only to finally pinch your nipple between his fingers in tandem with his cock pumping itself between your legs, relishing the soft moan that left your mouth when he did.
âBabe, I want you to⊠To enjoy yourselfâ, there was a pout on your lips, but Chris could feel your thighs twitch every time he rolled your nipple between his fingers, and he couldnât help but chuckle.
âOh, I amâ, letting his head fall onto the backrest, Chris just looked at your face, at the way it scrunched up in pleasure and the way your eyelids fluttered shut with every movement of his, just as one of his hands kept working you up and the other held onto your thigh to keep you in place while he fucked himself between them. âYouâre so fucking perfect, baby⊠Most beautiful girl Iâve ever seenâŠâ
Chris had this habit of rambling and running his mouth when he was horny or when he was feeling vulnerable. Heâd told you this before, so he was sure you werenât surprised by the things that came out of his mouth when you had sex by now, but everything he said was something he truly believed, it wasnât all just horny talk. His last statement was no exception. You were, truly, the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen, and heâd believed that since the very first day he saw you.
You just whimpered in response, clenching your thighs harder, making him groan with the motion. Pulling your tee further up your torso, you brought your hand to your other breast, kneading it and playing with your nipple as Chris kept stimulating the other, as he kept fucking your thighs, and honestly he didnât know where to lookâto your gorgeous, blissed out face, to your hand and his working your chest, or to where his cock popped out from between your legs⊠It was all so much, and so, so good, and he truly was almost drooling with the intensity of it all.
It went on like this for a while, until Chris felt his orgasm grow closer. He hazily reached a compromise with himself, to let himself come first, something he didnât do often. He usually preferred to have you reach your climax and fuck your brains out while you were all sensitive and drenched and squirming, but he needed this, and boy if he was ready to make it up to you after.
With a few more thrusts, giving you a quick warning, and a garnish of your name coupled with a colourful assortment of swear words, Chris finally came. His cum quickly pooled on the valley created by your thighs and your core, soaking your underwear, a bit even landed on your lower belly, and truly, you were always beautiful, every day, in every way, but especially so when you were covered in his cum.
âShit, look at that, huhâŠâ Chris felt lightheaded, but that didnât stop him from reaching out to your lower belly, spreading his cum around with two of his fingers, only to finally bring them to your mouth, and, just like you always did, your lips wrapped around his digits, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. âLike eating my cum, pretty baby? Looks like you do, youâre sucking so eagerly, hm?â
You nodded, finally opening your eyes and letting his fingers pop out of your mouth. âLove it. How could I not? When you always have so much for me?â
Chris couldnât help but chuckle, ignoring the heat he felt spread on his face. âAll for you, love⊠All of it. All of meâ.
You chuckled, regarding him with a smile. âHowâre we gonna get out of this one without staining the sofa?â
âTake off that t-shirt, letâs use thatâ.
After wiping you off with his tee, Chris pulled you into his lap, bringing you close to him with one hand caressing your thigh and the other cradling the back of your head, just as you settled your legs at either side of him and your hands on his chest. You kissed like this for a bit, until your lips wandered off, pressing a trail of kisses from his mouth to his neck.
When you pulled back from his neck, you looked at him with such adoring eyes Chris thought he was going to melt right then and there. âYou really like my thighs, huh?â You looked down, to where he was tightly holding onto the supple flesh of your thigh, and Chris really couldnât help the bashful smile that came to his face when you called him out on it.
âJust fucked them and came all over them, baby. Canât hide it, Iâm fucking obsessed with themâ.
You just chuckled, pressing your bare chest as much as you could against his to hug him close, just as you placed a brief kiss to his lips. âI meant it earlier, babe. You can fuck them whenever you want. I like it when you do. Itâs really hotâ.
âOh, pretty, love⊠I fucking will. Shit, how couldnât IâŠâ Inhaling deeply, Chris kissed you, maybe a bit too hard, a bit too eager, but he still revelled in your soft moans as he did.
Linking his arms under your ass to keep you secure in place, he stood up from the sofa, earning a surprised squeal from your lips that got lost in his mouth. He simply laid down on the sofa with you on top of him, giving you a tight squeeze on one of your buttcheeks.Â
âNow, pretty babyâŠâ He spoke between kisses, just as his hands roamed your body, squishing and kneading your soft flesh all over. âI need you to sit on my face. Want to make you feel goodâ.
You simply giggled in response, giving him one quick, loud kiss. âSomeoneâs hungry todayâ.
âFor you? Alwaysâ, Chris chuckled. âThen, if you can still walk after, we can go stargazing tonightâ, he added with a smile and a playful smack on your ass.
Chris was determined to show you just how hungry for you he was time and time again if necessary. How could he not be hungry for you? Heâd realised that, for him, you embodied the very essentials of his pack. You embodied those things he so desperately wanted to have in his pack since he had decided to start one. Care, love, support, acceptanceâŠÂ
Whether it be his and his friendsâ lycanthropy or his kinks or his odd spending habits, you seemed to accept it all as part of him. He shouldnât be surprised, really. He shouldnât doubt it. After all, you were made for him, all for him, perfect just for him, and he was ready to enjoy it, to enjoy you and your company for as long as youâd let him.
Authorâs Note x2: while i was writing this, i took some time to re-read Itâs Cold Out again after a long time and holy shit. i hadnât fully realised how much my writing has changed since then. to the point where to me it doesnât feel like ICO was written by me anymore. itâs crazy lol. iâm happy iâve gotten to expand on this AU, and iâm even happier that i get to share it with you all. if youâre reading this, thank you, youâre awesome
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Dressed to impress
A/n: I am so not ready to go back to Uni. So fics might slow down a bit because this semester might take a toll on me haha.
Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader
Summary: Y/N shows off her little family to the world, in which they're all dressed to impress. Well most of them are <33
Warnings: like a swear word
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My new account for my little companions! Just a fun little account for my many pets.
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alex_albon booooooo!! Just trying to copy now đ
> yourusername i cant just let their cuteness go to waste
>> alex_albon you know what... fairs. Cossie is very cute
User.1 eeeeeee soso cute
User.2 Thackery doesn't look very happy
> yourusername that because Alex didn't bring is favourite treat...
>> alex_albon heeyy i forgot!! Tell him I'm sorry. pleassee
>>> yourusername he said he'll forgive if you bring him some next time!
>>>> alex_albon deal!!
landonorris do NOT let Cosmic Creepers fool you. He may be cute, but he's possessed. I'm telling you
> oscarpiastri dramatic, and for what?
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Omg, I've never looked so good...
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User.3 how do you come up with these names???
> yourusername most of them are named after characters!!!
charles_leclerc hahaha... veryyy funny caption
> yourusername knew you'd like it
User.4 how many pets do you have?
> yourusername faaarr too many.
User.5 surely this is animal abuse...
User.6 Why does she have a hedgehog?? I thought they were illegal in some states
> yourusername 1. I rescued him and 2. not everyone lives in the states babes <33 but thanks for the concern
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Having a fursome time. Managed to snag a pic before Diablo fought the camera. đŸ
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User.6 Diablo looks very cool.
> yourusername Diablo likes to tell people to 'fuck off'... wonder were he got that from
>> yourusername looking at you @liamlawson30 đđ
>>> liamlawson30 don't know what you're on about đ€
>>>> yourusername sure you don't. Just like you don't remember teaching him to attack people when they're smacking their lips.
>>>>> User.12 that is a very valid reason to attack someone
logansargeant look how sophisticated Meeko looks
> yourusername oh wow, that's a big word coming from you
>> logansargeant i try to be nice and this is what i get in return...
>>> oscarpiastri yh but you're american. it's why you get bullied
roscoelovescoco whens cans I's comes round agains?
> yourusername soon Roscoe!! Prometheus and Itchy miss you
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User.7 why are all these animals so cuuutteeee
User.8 cuteness overload... think I'm gonna die
User.9 Ankyl isn't very christmassy
> yourusername I couldn't find his christmas picture, so I had to put his halloween one up instead
porschef1 hmmm meet and greet when??
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User.10 do any of them have a favourite person/driver? do any of the hate one of the drivers?
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Black Dog Neighbour
Hi everyone ! Today, weâre answering a request made for my 6k followers event by @nobodyshomearchive : âhi hello lovely xxi have been hooked to your blog lately, and to say that is an understatement in all honesty. congratulations on 6k followers <33 so for your celebration can i get an enemies to lovers (ouh massive surprise đ) with sirius black (preferably post azkaban but it's okay if you don't want to!) cause i'm literally so head over heels for that man. and i'm loving your something good series :) again, congrats and feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like writing it/it doesn't hit your creative spot.
have a great day/night hun <;3â
Thank you so much for your request, and I hope you like this! I didnât do post-azkaban Sirius, because he doesnât exist in my brain. I have been in denial for so long, the Potters are living their best lives, didnât you know?!
Anyway, still went for post-Hogwarts and post-war Sirius, simply didnât include anything referencing to Azkaban or⊠anything canon compliant, to be fair. But as per usual for me when it comes to this characterâŠ
Hope you like this! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader
Warnings: A small warning for an ex being an arse and showing up drunk on your doorstep (thereâs nothing violent, but you do physically push him away, so heads up on that, just in case). But the restâs cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!
Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. Heâs insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that heâs a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. ProbablyâŠ
Word count: 4592
Sirius Black Masterlist â Main Masterlist
Sirius fucking Black.
Your neighbour, aka worst enemy, aka the person you despise the most on earth.
He is loud. He is annoyingly pretty. He is getting on your fucking nerves... again!
Of course, it is Friday night, which means that his stupid friends are over for a âboysâ nightâ. What a scamâŠ
In consequence, you are currently casting sound-proofing spells all over your walls in an attempt to shush their idiotic laughs. And especially Siriusâs; his unmistakable bark-like laughter, loud and boisterous and absolutely prone to draw a grin from your face even if you donât mean to. By Agrippaâs hat, you will soon either cut his throat or call for an auror. Or maybe you could burst into his apartment and shout into his face just so he can see how bloody annoying that is. Or kissing him to shut him up sounds like a plan, tooâŠ
You shake your head, grinning at your own genius idea. Sirius and his friends are being rudely loud again, when you have already told them a thousand times â which is to say every Friday for the last six months, since Sirius moved in the apartment next to yours â that the walls in this old building of Diagon Alley are too thin, that you can hear everything going on in Siriusâs apartment despite sound-proofing spells⊠and that they need to keep it down past 11pm because you have work the next day. The absolute dread of working in retails does not, by any means, spare the Wizards and Witches of this worldâŠ
You look through your apartment for the object that would make the most noise. You give a few items a try, but settle for the good old pan and spoon. Ha, what precious allies these two are, never failing you.
You add a little spell to amplify sounds â just for good measure â find some earplugs, and then proceed to bang the shit out of that pan, right by your common wall with Siriusâs apartment.
It goes on for five full minutes before you manage to catch the quietened sound of something against your doorâŠ
And sure enough, when you stop and take your earplugs out, someone is banging at your door.
âY/N!â a voice that you easily recognize shouts. âSTOP THIS FUCKING NOISE!â
You open the door wide, and have to bend to the side to avoid Siriusâs fist as it misses the door.
âMerlin! Sorry! Youâre okay? I didnât touch you, right?â Sirius asks with anger instantly replaced with worry.
âI have amazing reflexes.â
And anger is back into his dark grey eyes again...
âWhat the fuck are you doing in there?! Are you mental?!â
âI donât know, Sirius. I didnât notice anything over the cacophony of your friends shouting into my ears all night!â
His jaw clenches, and you hate yourself for noticing the trembling of the muscle there, and finding it terribly attractiveâŠ
âAnd you had to make all this ruckus instead of simply walking three meters to my door and nicely ask us to shut our mouths becauseâŠ?â
âBecause Iâve asked you dozens of times, this has been going on for fucking months, Sirius!â
He rolls his eyes, and Merlin do you want to punch him straight across the jaw⊠his very sharp, very pretty jawâŠ
âWeâre just having a nice eveningâŠâ
âAnd I am trying to sleep!â
âItâs barely midnight!â
âI work tomorrow, you asshole!â
âErmm⊠guys?â
âWHAT?!â you both exclaim, turning to face a shy-looking Remus.
âSorry about the noise, Y/N. Weâll be more careful next time. Weâll leave for the evening.â
âYou donât have to leaveâŠâ Sirius complains, but James is already walking out, helping a drunk Peter to cross the corridor.
âItâs late, anyway. Lilyâs gonna worry, I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago,â James argues, and Sirius has to yield.
âAlright, see you on Sunday, then!â he shoots his friends a grin, and the group waves at you.
You rudely ignore them, crossing your arms before your chest. And as Sirius turns back to you, his frown is icy and he quickly matches your stance.
âYouâre such a pain in my ass, Y/NâŠâ
âAnd youâre a jerk.â
âAsshole.â
âYouâre insufferable, you know that?â
âYouâre one to talk!â
âOh, you talk plenty enough for both of us. And loudly so!â
Before he can reply, youâve stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door.
You hear him pestering after you for a moment, then nothing, and finally a door slamming.
Well, that went wellâŠ
You are in trouble.
Big⊠huge trouble.
Your ex has just stepped into your shop, and you donât know how to react.
You didnât break up in a horrendous way, on the contrary! He wanted the two of you to remain friends, and you simply didnât, worried that you wouldnât be able to get over each other if you stayed in touch. And by the look he gave you as he stepped inside your shop ten minutes ago, and the many glances heâs thrown at you since, youâre pretty sure that you were right about this.
It's not like your relationship was terrible, by any means. Josh was nice, reliable, but also⊠not for you. You didnât have much in common, at the end of the day, and if his personality and looks were nice, it was hard to build a lasting relationship on⊠nothing. It was for the best that you called it quits.
And as if your day needed any darkening, Sirius Black chooses this very moment to step into your shop. You donât wait for him to aim for the counter to take out a large pouch in which you have gathered all the ingredients for his friendâs monthly brew. He smiles at the sight, moves towards you. And you hate yourself for the leap your heart makes as he comes closer.
âHi, Y/N.â
âHi.â
Itâs the first time you speak to each other since the âspoon and pan incidentâ, and you both hesitate. How are you supposed to act now? Apologise for being petty and kind of a dick? Ask for his apology for being a dick? Act like nothing happened?
âThanks for Remusâs stuff,â Sirius says, voice quieter than usual, gentle, asking for a truce.
Outside, itâs snowing, winter claiming the streets of London, and there are little snowflakes caught in Siriusâs hair. It looks lovely.
All of a sudden, youâre longing for some eggnog, and some pumpkin pie.
His fingers are cold when they meet yours, tips brushing over your knuckles as he picks up the bag, and you hate your own heart for stammering.
âNo problem. You know the drill,â you tentatively smile, while Sirius hands you some silvery Sickles.
âI would also need pearl dust, please. Hereâs the amount.â
He hands you a parchment with quantities written on it, four small packages to be prepared separately.
âHow many hearts do you intend to break with so many love potions?â you joke, turning around to get to work.
The brass scale is set on a small table, pushed right against the wall, behind the counter. It is an easy task for a professional like you, measuring quickly while Sirius laughs.
âNo one, thankfully,â he replied.
âOh⊠some Amortentia, perhaps? Trying to figure out who your crush likes?â
âNo⊠nothing like that. Itâs the properties for invisibility that Iâm looking for.â
âIf you plan on breaking into Gringotts, I donât want to know.â
Again, a loud laugh. And you wish you could hold back your smile, but you canât, the sound is too infectious for that.
Youâve forgotten that your ex is here, youâre reminded of his presence only when you turn back towards Sirius and heâs standing right behind your tall neighbour, a bag of potion ingredients in his hands.
You avert your eyes, and Sirius frowns at the sight. He glances over his shoulder, spots your ex, but says nothing. You only notice how he tightens his hold on the pouch.
âPearl dustâs quite expensive,â you tell him, handing him the phials, before announcing the price.
âThatâs alright.â
He hands you the galleons, takes the vials, but doesnât step away just yet.
âYou⊠youâre okay?â he asks, and youâre not sure what to do with his expression. Itâs somewhere between annoyance and genuine concern.
âYeah, sure.â
He nods, like heâs disappointed. Heâs not bringing up The Incident, and so you wonât either.
âRight, good day.â
He turns in a hurry, not waiting for your answer, but you notice the way he throws a look back before stepping out into the street, snow falling over his dark coat and dark hair again. You hate how your eyes linger on his frame until heâs out of sight, walking down the busy street, but you canât help itâŠ
âHello, Y/N.â
Youâre brought back to Earth as your ex speaks, and you turn to him, your smile turning from genuine to polite.
âHi, Josh.â
âHow are you?â
âGood! Do you need anything else?â you ask, pointing at the ingredients heâs put on the counter.
âHuh⊠no, nothing else.â
âThat makes two Galleons, 5 Sickles and 3 Knuts, please.â
He hands you some money, and you hand him his change. You see him hesitating, before diving.
âLook, I⊠I came here hoping to see you.â
âOh.â
âYeah, I⊠Iâve been meaning to tell you. Iâve been thinking a lot lately, about what happened, and⊠Look, I know I could have done better when it came to us. And I thought⊠perhaps⊠if you were willing to give me another chanceâŠâ
âJoshâŠâ
âJust⊠hear me out...â
âNo. Iâm sorry, but no. We⊠we were not compatible, thatâs all. I like you, youâre nice, but⊠It wonât work between us.â
Slowly, he nodded, apparently defeated. And when another client cleared their throat behind him, he finally left.
What a mess of a morningâŠ
It is Friday night, and the Marauders are keeping it down. You are surprised by it, but you can only praise these men for being, for once, well-behaved. 11:30, as you slip under the covers, ready for some well-deserved rest before waking up too early to open the shop in the morning. You are ready to fall into Morpheusâs arms and abandon yourself to slumber when someone knocks on your door.
You ignore the sound for a while, but it starts again, and againâŠ
And you thought Sirius was making some efforts. You were ready to commit murderâŠ
You stand up, grab a bathrobe and walk to the door, ready to throw hands with Sirius at this point. Only⊠only, when you actually open the door, itâs not Sirius whoâs facing your wrath.
Itâs Josh.
âWhat⊠What are you doing here?â you ask, too stunned to think about being polite. âItâs almost midnight.â
But then he looks up at you, and you notice at once that heâs been drinking. His eyes are glimmering, he sways slightly before finding back his balanceâŠ
âJoshâŠâ
âY/N, I⊠I know that now is not the time, but⊠please, give me another chance. PleaseâŠâ
âJosh, weâve talked about this. Us⊠itâs over. Weâre not getting back together. Iâm sorry.â
âBut I can try and be better. Iâll be better, let me show you.â
You push him off when he staggers forward, trying to hold you.
âJosh! Stop it!â you raise your voice, trying to get him to let go.
âPleaseâŠâ
âI said no! Get off!â
Heâs finally letting go, but doesnât take a step back. Instead, he leans against your doorframe, not stepping inside, but making it impossible for you to simply go back in and close the door.
âJosh! Go away! Iâm sorry, but this is over between us. You have to leave me alone!â
âBut I donât want to! Y/N!â
âHey!â
Youâre both distracted by the new voice that comes shouting through the corridor. Sirius is standing before his front door, wearing a Queen t-shirt and some dark sweatpants, in what you guess his is nightly outfit. Still, when he comes nearer, hair tied in a bun, glowering, he looks intimidating, tattoos all over his arms on full display, traces of ink peeking above the collar of his t-shirt.
You think for a second that heâs going to make a scene because of how noisy you are right now, not ironic at all given his habits of messing your sleeping schedule, and youâre ready to get angry at him, because this truly is the last thing you need tonight, whenâŠ
âYou leave her the fuck alone!â
Youâre too stunned to react when Sirius comes to stand right by your side.
âShe told you to fuck off, so you fuck off!â
âWho the fuck are you?â Josh replied, words a little slurred.
âHer boyfriend,â Sirius lies, but it works wonders, as Josh becomes suddenly very pale. âNow, you fuck off, or Iâll throw you out of the building.â
âYou? With him?â Josh asks as he turns to you, and you feel pity for the pain in his eyes, but you donât regret leaving him.
âYeah. Heâs my boyfriend. Now, please, Josh⊠leave me alone.â
But he shakes his head.
âI canât. I canât. I still love youâŠâ
Sirius looks at you, but you shake your head.
âYou have to leave me alone and move on.â
âNo⊠I⊠Iâll come back laterâŠâ
Sirius notices your worry, it almost looks like fear, and he doesnât hesitate when he grabs Josh by the collar.
âYou listen to me now, dickhead,â Sirius growls, itâs almost animalistic, and youâre frozen by this threatening tone of his. âIf you set a foot in this building again, if you go see her at her shop, if you so much as breathe in her direction or step in the street sheâs in, I will come for you, and I will make sure you can never bother her again. Do you get that?â
âYouâre bluffing.â
Sirius grins, something twisted and terribly dark, and even you shiver when he speaks again, voice low and terrible.
âI fought for the Order during the war. Iâm a Black. Trust me, you donât want to fuck with me.â
Slowly, Josh nods, struggling to swallow.
âSo⊠will you leave her alone?â
Again, Josh nods.
âGood boy. Now get the fuck out of here.â
Heâs barely released Josh that heâs sprinting down the stairs, stumbling and catching himself against the wall, before disappearing.
But you donât see that. Youâre staring at Sirius, and seem unable to look away.
âYouâre alright?â
Youâre startled by the softness Siriusâs voice is now wearing, such a stark contrast with the threatening tone he wore a minute ago.
âY/N? Youâre okay? He didnât hurt you, right?â
âWhat? No⊠no, Iâm fine! He just⊠showed up and I couldnât get rid of him.â
âYeah, I figured.â
âThank you,â you whisper as he gets closer.
âYouâre sure youâre alright?â
âYeah, just⊠a little shaken, I think.â
Slowly, Sirius nods.
âHey, no need to worry, okay? Iâll keep an eye out tonight. He wonât bother you again. And if he does, in the coming days or weeks, and Iâm not around, then you come and tell me. Iâll give him a good fright, and heâll leave you alone.â
âThanks but⊠why would you do that for me? You hate me.â
Sirius chuckles at that, raising an eyebrow.
âI donât hate you. Youâre annoying, but I donât hate you.â
âOhâŠâ
His touch is infinitely gentle when he rests his hand on your arm.
âYou can go back to sleep. Donât worry, he wonât bother you again tonight. I promise.â
Slowly, you nod, a little too stunned to complain or argue or discuss what has just happened. Instead, you walk back to your apartment, lock the door, and go back to bed, thinking about the way Siriusâs hands looked gentle without his ringsâŠ
Youâre in a hurry this morning. Your brain has not finished to process everything that has happened last night, but this will have to wait. You must rush to the shop, and you canât find your bloody wandâŠ
Ha! There! What is it doing under the couch? Never mind, you need to hurry, and you need to hurry now!
Only, when you open the front door, you almost trip onto a large black door sleeping on your threshold. A huge black dog, as a matter of fact.
âWhat in Merlinâs beardâŠ?!â
His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you with dark grey eyes that remind you of someoneâŠ
But itâs impossible, of course. That must be his dog, though. Since when does Sirius has a dog though?!
The animal slowly stands, a real giant, all dark fur and intimidating growls, until heâs shaken some sleep off its frame, and then he looks up at you, as if expecting a command.
âHi,â you say, feeling foolish, but finding nothing better to say.
The dog merely comes closer, slowly, ears down in submission, as if heâs worried to scare you away. You hold out your hand, and he hurries to rub his snout into it, licking your fingers.
You giggle at the sensation.
âYou look intimidating, but youâre a good boy, arenât you?â
He barks in agreement, and you give him scratches as a reward.
âWho do you belong to, huh? Are you Siriusâs dog?â
The dog merely licks your fingers again.
âYou look the part, at least. You fit the motorcycle-and-leather-jackets aesthetic.â
A few scratches more, and you finally remember that you are running lateâŠ
âShoot!â
You lock the door, hurry towards the stairs. But you stop the dog when he tries to follow.
âNo, no, no! Iâm going to work, you stay here. Iâm sure Sirius will be back soon. You stay here.â
The dog blinks, but sits anyway, letting you go.
For the whole trip to the store, you wonder who this dog belongs to, and who would let him sleep outside like this. If he really did belong to Sirius, he would hear about thisâŠ
Your day is a weird one.
After arriving almost late, but not quite, you spend your morning being busy and running around the store looking for the right ingredients for various potions and clients. And yet, several times during your shift, you feel someone looking at you.
The first time, itâs Sirius, whoâs squinting on the other side of the glass door. He looks away the second your eyes land on him, and youâre almost certain that he blushes, although you didnât think it to be possible to make Sirius Black blush.
The second time, itâs the black dog again, who remains sitting by the door under the falling snow for about ten minutes before leaving.
The third time, itâs the dog again, you see him being petted by a customer as she walks out of the shop.
But if the dog belongs to Sirius, then you guess that heâs been around several times throughout the day, which seems odd. Also, you want to chastise him for leaving the animal alone in the cold for extended periods of time throughout the day. Is he heartless?!
So, as you go home that night, you leave your coat in your apartment before heading to Siriusâs.
He answers on the second knock.
âOh! Hi, Y/N!â he grins a welcome at you. âNeed anything?â
âYeah⊠I wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute.â
He merely nods, moving to let you inside.
Youâve been here a couple of times before, but you still appreciate the warm atmosphere of the large space that forms his living room. A huge Gryffindor flag is hung across the wall on the right, while windows let you see falling snow over the roofs of Diagon Alley on the opposite side of the room. A large chimney surrounded by comfortable armchairs and sofas, along with a soft red carpet seem to call for you.
âSo? What can I do for you, Y/N?â
You turn to him again while he points at the sofa, silently inviting you to sit, but you remain standing. You cross your arms, and he frowns at the sight.
âWhereâs your dog?â
Your tone is sharper now, and his frown only deepens, brows knitted together.
âMy what?â
âYour dog. Huge. Black. Looks like he could bite my throat off.â
âI donât have a dog.â
âReally? Heâs been following me around all day. He was on my threshold this morningâŠâ
ââŠY/NâŠâ he tries to interrupt you, but you donât let him.
âNo! Listen⊠Thank you for what you did last night. I was really⊠Thank you. Josh wouldnât leave and you were most definitely helpful. But letâs be clear, Iâm a big girl, and I can take care of myself! I donât need your protection or anything, got it?â
You wonder why heâs smiling now, but he is all the same.
âGot it. Was just trying to be helpful.â
âYou were.â
âGood.â
âGood. But your good action doesnât mean that Iâm going to accept any harm coming to this cute dog of yours!â
âI thought he wanted to bite your throat off.â
âHe looked like he could. He was pretty sweet, though.â
âHmmmâŠâ
âAnyway⊠whatâs wrong with you!? Leaving him outside all night and then in the street while it was snowing!?â
âY/N, relax. I donât have a dog, let me explain.â
âThen whose dog is it? Cause we have to find his owner, Iâm going to throw hands!â
Sirius laughs, his usual, bark-like laugh, and your puzzled by the sound. It resembles a bark even more than usual.
Sirius heaves a sigh, shakes his head, apparently hesitating, but eventually, he takes a step closer.
âYou have to promise me that you wonât tell anyone about this.â
âWhy?â
âBecause if you do, I might be arrested.â
Your eyes grow round.
Oh dear⊠theâŠ
ââŠPotion. The potion! Youâve done something illegal with it!â
Sirius laughs again.
âThe pearl dust you mean? Itâs just a trick for my godson, for Christmas. How do you think the presents get under the tree without anyone carrying them in? The fellow is a rascal, standing watch all night to catch Santa red-handed. We need to get more and more creative each year. No, donât worry, itâs nothing like that.â
âOh⊠but then⊠what are you talking about?â
âDo you promise that you wonât tell?â
âHave you killed someone?â
âOf course not!â
âI donât know, you were pretty⊠scary last night.â
âDid I scare you?â
âNo⊠but Josh was ready to faint.â
He laughs again at that.
âI havenât harmed anyone.â
âOkay⊠then, I promise.â
Sirius hesitates some more, before warning you not to freak out. You donât have time to question him though, heâs already transforming intoâŠ
â⊠the black dog!â
You gasp at the sight, but you donât back away when Sirius approaches under his animagus form. Instead, you reach out for him, giving him a few scratches between his ears, making him wiggle his tail happily.
âOh wow⊠youâre an animagus! This is beautifulâŠâ
He laughs as he changes back into human, the sound still somewhere close to a growl.
âAm I a good boy, then?â he teases, making you laugh. âNo need to call for the animal welfareâŠâ
âBut⊠what were you doing around the shop today? And last night? Did you sleep on the porch?â
Sirius averts his eyes, and you have to double-check, but youâre certain that he is blushing right now.
âHa, that⊠I didnât mean to look like a creep or anything. But I⊠I was worried your ex would come back. Just wanted to check on you, âs all. I didnât follow you around or anything! I just⊠went to check that you were alright at the shop a few times.â
âWhy?â
He looks up at you with a slight frown, as if it is obvious, as if youâre stupid for not guessing.
âBecause⊠I was worried about you.â
âAbout me?â
âIs it so surprising?â
âYou hate me.â
âAgain, I donât hate you. Youâre simply annoying the shit out of me. I like it, actually.â
âReally?â
âYeah.â
âOh.â
You blink, trying to make sense of all this, and Sirius looks at you with amusement.
âIs that why you were quiet last night? To not bother me?â
âOh, the boys werenât here. Busy week. Weâll be back at being insufferable next Friday.â
You roll your eyes at that, but Sirius laughs.
âIâm joking! I understand, okay? Weâre too loud. Weâll keep it down from now on.â
âRight, okayâŠâ
He bit his lip, ran a hand through his hair, in what you guess is shyness. God, you would have never thought to use this adjective to describe him. His rings catch the warm light of the fire burning in the hearth as he moves his fingers through his hair.
âLook, I⊠Iâm sorry for the other night. Actually⊠for all the other nights. Weâll be more careful next time,â he says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.
You never thought you would hear an apology from him, even less so an earnest one, and yetâŠ
âThank you, Sirius. Iâm sorry, too. It was petty and uncalled for.â
âNo, you⊠you were right.â
He heaves a frustrated sigh, runs a hand through his long dark curls again, rebel strands falling before his eyes. You hold tightly onto the sleeve of your hoodie, refraining the sudden urge to push the curls away from his face, brush them behind his earâŠ
âLook, I⊠I donât want us to be on bad terms,â Sirius goes on. âCould I make up for being a dickhead by buying you some fancy Christmas drink? My treat. As a token of good faith and a sign for peace in our building?â
He offers you his open palm, and you shake hands with a smile adorning both of your faces.
âDeal.â
âAny afternoon free this week?â
âWednesday?â
âThen, Iâll buy you the fanciest cocoa I can find. And even some pumpkin pie, if youâre nice.â
âSounds good.â
Youâre reluctant to pull away but have to let go of his hand.
âActually⊠scratch that,â Sirius shakes his head. âWould you go on a date with me?â
Your eyes grow round.
âA date? With you?â
ïżœïżœYeah. On Wednesday?â
âBut⊠with you?â
âDonât act so surprised. You really think I play bodyguard for just anybody?â
You laugh at that, you canât help it, even if youâre still quite stunned by the whole situation.
You weight your options, but then you look at him again, and the answer you want to give is obvious, even if he gets on your nerves all the bloody timeâŠ
âOkay. A date. On Wednesday.â
He grins, bright and infectious.
âGreat! Awesome!â
âGreat.â
âGreat.â
You remain staring at each other for a moment, both of you trying to hide your excitement, until you finally clear your throat.
âI shouldâŠâ you begin, pointing at the door.
âSure⊠busy day?â
âYou canât imagine.â
âHmmâŠâ
You hurry towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.
âSee you on Wednesday then!â he calls after you as you reach for your own door.
âSure! But it better be the best hot chocolate Iâve drunk, or Iâll ask for a refund!â
He laughs, and when you turn one last time towards him, Sirius is leaning against his doorframe, staring at you with a grin on his lips and mischief painted all over his features. He winks, and your heart skips several beats.
âOh, donât worry. You wonât regret this.â
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Im addicted to archer reader x mizu
Imagine, romantic tension between mizu and reader Even though bith off them would rather die than admit it, and reader gets jealous of mizu and tiagen.
Maybe reader spars with taigen to show off a bit too mizu đ also them just kinda having beef with taigen đđ
pairing: mizu x fem!archer!reader
warning(s): swearing, mizu + reader having nsfw thoughts about one another + a bit of some nsfw words/scenes
a/n: mizu watching you spar with taigen and he pins you down and she just beats the shit out of him like donât touch. MINE
word count: 796 words / 4,280 characters
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you stared at her as you walked. she was walking far ahead of you. just looking at her got you all hot and bothered.
she was undeniably hot. not that youâd ever admit that to herâyouâd rather jump out a window than tell her that.Â
all you could imagine was her, lying with her head nestled between your thighsâfucking you until you couldnât even shoot your bow and arrow the next day.
you sighed, trying to shake your head of these thoughts.
little did you knowâshe happened to be thinking the same exact thing.Â
she was walking in front of you; she couldnât see you, but she could hear the sound of your footsteps, the sound of you quietly talking with ringo.
so badly did she just want to have you writhing and pleading under her. begging her to continue while she teased your body mercilessly.
those were things sheâd rather die without completing her vow then ever admit to anyone. especially you.
but it felt likeâevery time you as much looked at one another, you could just feel the tension.
when you sparred, breathing heavy, pinned against the wall with her sword pressed against your neck.Â
the way your eyes locked when you would engage in battle, together.
and simply the way you looked at her from across the room with that.. look in your brown eyes.
she didnât know what to make of any of it, and she wasnât going to try, because she was on a quest for revengeânot for love or lustâor.. whatever this was.
when you came to a stop, you were nestled around the fire. she could hear you and taigen sparring just a minute away, she could see you two sparring.
you had taigen pinned to the ground. her face grew hot, both  by thinking how attractive you looked while doing itâand by anger. the fact that you were sitting atop of him, and not her..
and she was making you horribly jealous, as well.
the way you saw her.. hovering over top of taigen.. having him pinned by his wrists to your cabin floor.
you went asleep jealous and wildly attracted to her, that night.
âwhy.. do you keep looking at me, like that?â taigen narrowed his eyes at you.
âbecause,â you hiss. âI donât like you.â
âand for what? what in fucking hell did I do to you?â taigen retorts.
âyouâre.. into him!â you growl, âand youâre going to stop, or Iâm going to shoot an arrow right through your head.â
he snickered, âoh, thatâs what this is about,â he rolled his eyes. âyouâre jealous.â
âand so what if I fucking am?!â you yelp, definitely loud enough to where mizu could hear you.
âIâll have you knowâIâve caught him talking about you on many occasions.â
mizu stares at him with wide eyes. she knows what you two are talking about, now.
you shrink back a little, your gaze shifting to mizu as you see her expression.
âI..â she whispers, âhe isnât lying.â
â.. oh,â you mumble. âokay.â
âokay?â she repeats, âwhatâdoes that mean?â
âit just means.. okay.â you murmur, âwe need to talk, mizu. like.. soon.â
she sighs, âI agree,â her anger shifts to taigen. ânow that taigen has decided to go and share all my secrets with whomever he pleases.â
you chuckle, a little, âyes, I suppose.â
âcome with me, then.â she gestured for you to follow her.
you quickly take her up on her offer, following her out into the woods.
you walk side by side. you can feel the tension. you were unaware if it was sexual tension, or if she was going to attack you at any moment.
her hands wrap around your body, grasping at your hair as she pushes you up against a nearby tree. you gasp, your face flushing red.
âIâve waited so long to have you like this,â mizu whispers, her lips hovering just above your ear.
a shaky breath leaves your lips, ânever have I wanted something more,â you hiss, gazing at her deep blue eyes, hungry for you.
her lips crash onto yours, a soft moan leaving your lips as she does so. her hands are grasping your hair for dear life, your hands locked around her neck as you kissed her back, the desperation in your lips as you did so.
âmaybe.. maybe we shouldnât be doing this in the woods,â you huff as her lips travel to tu our throat.Â
âmaybe not,â her breathing his heavy, her voice husky. âlater, though. Iâll have you in my bed; and have my way with you.â
she hissed the words like she would speak of her vow. unchanging and determined.
she lets go of you, slipping out of the woods, leaving you breathless against the tree.
tonight, then.
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a/n: song rec time!! I can see you (taylors version) (from the vault) orrrr shut up by lauren sanderson
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Hello!!
The crack post saga continues... =D
Warning: long, long post đđ
To be very honest though, for today's ep I will be getting serious more than usual, because it was quite significant in the flow of the plot, and also had moments of communication (this emotional constipation is what makes me yearn for Cherry Magic ah) that need to be studied a little closely.
HOWEVER, there will most definitely be crack because this group of friends is (unapologetically) batshit crazy and my brain refuses to not make comments at the most inappropriate times.
Peem: NO ONE SAW ME CUDDLING MY CRUSH TO SLEEP RIGHT?!
The sheer panic in his movements, oh my gods. It should not be as hilarious as it is đđ
To be very honest though, I would've panicked a bit in his place too, with friends like those, they'd never let him live it down
Peem is so cute đ
Nothing to see here, just a guy getting shy over how his prince charming hom-ed him, and they kissed through his hand and cuddled all night hehe
Phum: here he comes again :) *eye twitch*
Peem's expression, how he's still holding his hands as if he has the cup, Kluen's disbelief, and Phum's smug af face-
I'm wheezing đđ€Ł
Kluen, I'm kinda starting to like you, but no.
You don't stand half a chance against them and their situationship.
Hope you find another boyfriend to fall in love at first sight with (and leave my boys alone please, they don't need any more complications) <3
Oh, Fang knows too. Of course he does, that's his little brother right there
We all know how protective of his brother he is, there's no way he'd let anybody else take care of him... unless, he knew Phum liked that person
les voila
Poor Tan, his theerak just ignoring him T-T
*looks between them* yeah, pretty much the same pic đ
And here it is. The root of all his fears.
See, in this camp, almost all of them are paired up in the sense that they usually stick to that person. Even Beer has MIck. But then comes wild card Kluen, who's hogging all of Peem's attention as much as he can and that leaves Phum. Alone.
I will be getting back to this running motif of Phum being alone and how it changes through the ep in later scenes as well
Also, after they went back, both Mick and Beer asked if he really was okay, which made me smile, because maybe, Phum isn't as alone as he thinks himself to be. There are people who care for him, who are concerned, who'll support him, and of course, he always has Fang, his beloved phi
My poor babie Tan đ„șđ„ș
Also, notice how the shot is taken in such a way that they're the only ones in the frame, and are also standing within one specific part of the wall? (Ignore Kluen's head and hands please). It reflects how they're in their own world with each other, especially Tan
The nosy peeps gang strikes again!
Jokes aside, the synchronised strides, the background music together set the perfect levels of suspense and comedy
Peem, smug: yes! that emotionally constipated dumbass is finally getting out of De Nile
Pun: wait... is my plan actually working? Ah, of course it is
Toey: head empty, no thoughts, but... DOES P'Q ACTUALLY LIKE ME OMG I'LL DIE
Oh gods, FINALLY. I wish them a happily ever after. Sadhu đđđŒ
Pun forgetting all about being quiet when Toey finally confesses is so on character đđđŒ
Also... what's even the point of being quiet? Q and Chain have been friends with these idiots since high school, of course they know they're peeking
Toey: *shooketh*
Gays in thai bl and staring off into the distance đ
This scene was so, so beautiful and also quite important for both Q and Toey
Q knew what was up, more or less, but his confusion stemmed from his knowledge of Toey
Would Toey really go to these lengths? For him?
"Why? Are you the only one who can tease me?" <- Q says this to tell Toey that he might have been angry, but now he understands that Toey didn't really have any bad intentions
Hugs always get bonus points from me, and this was pretty up there
Pun hiding behind Chain is so on point
His friends: you're an idiot so we had no choice but to intervene đđ
Matt's (JJ) comedic timing is >>>>>>
Toey and Matt's friendship is also given weight in the series, and I'm happier for it.
Also revenge is sweet ehehe *coughs*
Moving on.
If there's no live singing dedicated to your One True Love, is it even Thai BL??
We Are making generous use of MSP songs đđđŒ
This scene.
The apology. It is at this point that they're leaving all the past pain, grief and anger in the past
Q makes sure to tell Toey that yes, he may have loved Milk Frappe Boy, but now, in the present, all his love was for Toey, his lovable annoying mentee
This apology is not only to Toey, or Milk Frappe Boy, but to himself as well, because by causing pain to a person he loves twice, he'd caused himself pain too
The perfect sweet and romantic moment, but also with a teeny bit of teasing, because that's who they are
No joke, I gasped and nearly stopped breathing when he said this
Peem's reply, his soft but kind of hurt voice were just so painful to hear
But it's also this moment that Peem gives Phum a reality check â if he really didn't want to, he wouldn't be doing any of this, and Phum had no business trying to control his life
The conversation outside with Q was significant, but also a diluted reflection of Peem's earlier (in ep. 7) talk with Q
Even a few episodes earlier, Q would have gone ballistic on Phum for treating his bestie like this, but now, he asks Peem how he feels for Phum, tries to understand exactly what their relationship is
It was at this point that he knew, he fucked up
Beer is a godsent. I love him <3
I think Toey says "I asked hia Tan to blow it up for me."
Also, Tiw and his rubber duck floater from MSP anyone? đ
And, we are back to square one where Phum is left alone again
As I'd said before, this a repeating motif throughout the series, but especially the last two episodes
This is how it has always been in Phum's life: he has been left behind. He does have Fang, but now even Fang has a boyfriend. And while this does not affect his brother's affection towards him in anyway, it does introduce a new strand of lonliness for Phum because 1. no matter what, he loves his brother a lot, and knows how much he loves Tan, so he definitely will try to stay out of their way at least sometimes and 2. he wants a boyfriend too. Further, he wants Peem, but there's a push and pull there, and after what he said, in his mind he had pretty much ruined his chances with his crush
This is the moment Phum starts to hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings aren't as unrequited as he'd thought.
On the other hand, Peem is the one afraid here. What if the deal is all that's holding them together? What if without it, Phum will have no reason to be as close to him?
Peem, baby, for one, your groups are already merged, and secondly, this guy is head over heels for you, no way he'd stop following you like a lost puppy
(Apparently, it's not Peem's turn with the communal braincell this week đ)
Here, Phum is technically alone, but he's surrounded with friends, and he's smiling
He isn't left behind here, for once, he's sitting there by choice (to shamelessly ogle his crush, but shh we don't talk about that) with the comforting knowledge that when/if he jumps in, he won't be left out, Kluen be damned
Once the floodgates of affection have been opened to Q, there's no going back <3
(Also, notice how Tan is already asleep on Fang's shoulder? đ)
FINALLY
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT SINCE PEEM KICKED PHUM'S BALLS
Jokes apart, this moment is so, so beautiful. The kiss, the soft question "are you ready for my answer now?" (maybe Peem isn't, but hell if he denies this man his kissies).
Everything leading up to this point is also so very delightful
Phum helping them out in the cafe, despite probably having never worked a day in his life, discovering how Peem still kept the roses and finally, finally, the completed painting. This sight, above all, is what convinces Phum that Peem might have feelings for him after all; because which fool would lie about not having completed something that would free them from being a slave to someone? A fool in love, that's who
ALSO,
if they don't get together and have the fluffiest moments in the next ep, I swear to god, hands will be thrown *grumbles* they're already making me wait a whole damn week
Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep! (I cannot promise I won't be jumping around and screaming, but then again, this is supposed to be a crack post so-)
And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! đ
Here, have a bubble tea and a sandwich đ§đ„Ș
[If you'd like, here are my previous posts: Ep 8 and Ep 9.]
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I rewatched Saw IV and I can't stop thinking about Peter Strahm as a soft Dom! đ©đŠ
Peter is absolutely a soft dom! I started out with some head cannons for this idea, but am absolutely willing to make a full on fic for this idea if yâall like this!!
Pairing: Peter Strahm x (gn!) reader
Word Count: ~500
Warnings: 18+!! Lots of smut, mostly fluffy smut
Summary: Headcannons about Peter being a soft dom! Aftercare included!!
Peter Strahm as a soft dom would includeâŠ
âą Your first couple times together, he would hold himself back (especially if he was your first)
âą He would be very careful to make sure you are enjoying yourself and that heâs not being too rough
âą Always very romantic, intimacy with his partner is very important to him
âą He wouldnât get rougher or more dominant unless you suggested it, or would maybe bring it up later into your relationship, after youâve been intimate for a while
âą One day, you suggest to him that he take a bit more control; it was something you had thought about for a while
âą You loved how gentle and romantic he was, but you also wanted the chance to spice it up a bit
âą Something changed in him as soon as you suggested it, and this man became absolutely insatiable
âą Loves calling you pretty names: sweet baby, darling, baby, pretty thing, just to name a few
âą Now, Iâm convinced that Strahm would be the biggest softie for his partner, so I donât think he would be able to degrade you unless you really wanted him to
âą And even then, he would be so sweet afterwards, comforting you and telling you how much he loves you
âą Loves picking you up and pressing you against the wall when you least expect it
âą Just loves picking you up in general, just to remind you he can and whoâs in charge
âą âGood job baby, youâre doing so good for meâ
âą Will have you literally anywhere around your home
âą In bed, against the wall, on the counter/table, in the shower
âą âYou gonna be good for me, darling? You know how much I love seeing you on your knees.â
âą Loves overstimulating you and seeing how much you can handle
âą âCmon, love, one more for me hmm? I love hearing the noises you make, canât get enough of itâ
âą I just imagine how he acts with Perez and how he talks to her/acts with her (picture the scene where she is hit with shrapnel from Billy). If heâs caring with his partner at work, he is going to be an absolute angel with his lover
o Side note: Perez is absolutely into women, and no one is changing my mind, but thatâs a subject for another day
âą If heâs had a long day at work and needs to let out some pent-up stress, he would probably be a bit rougher, like bending you over and pinning your arms behind your back
âą âYou look so good full of my cock, love.â
âą Always has to hold you afterwards, lots of kisses and sweet talking, telling you how well you did
âą Cleans you up, makes sure you have water, jumps in the shower with you when youâve had a particularly hot and steamy session and youâre both sweaty
I know a lot of you have been looking forward to soft dom Strahm, so I am here to provide! This is kinda short compared to my other works but was trying to get into the swing of writing Peter and getting used to him as a character. Let me know how I did and if yâall want a longer piece of him being a soft dom with his partner!! (There is also a Peter Strahm NSFW alphabet in your futures, your girl knows what the people wantđ)
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Dealing with it - Ghostface x Fem!Reader HC
Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!Reader / Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of a toxic relationship, manipulation, mentions of love-bombing, killing, cheating etc.
Type: Blerps
Request: Can I request Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (separate!) headcanons for them falling in love with a girl thatâs in a toxic relationship with someone else? Would they play the âshould to cry onâ role while waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and steal her? Or would they say fuck it and put on that ghostface costume to permanently get rid of the dude?đ
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Billy and Stu fall in love with reader thatâs in a toxic relationship! May not be accurate to the t but I love to have my own take on characters!
Notes: I was a little bit iffy about this topic, toxic relationships are the worst, please speak to someone if youâre in one.
Stu Macher:
-Honestly heâd pick up on it much faster than expected. Stu would absolutely keep his cool though. Even if he walked in on you both arguing, heâd probably yell that there was a party at his place or something to change the subject.
-Heâd let you rant about your s/o when you and him are alone. Most of the time itâs when youâre both skipping class or in a bullshit class together. Youâd be spilling your guts before you could realize and though Stuâs fiddling with his pencil seemingly zoning in and out, he ate up every word you expressed.
-This little devil would do the most to keep you two apart and donât be surprised if he became one of the biggest reasons you and your s/o would argue. Stu would have a way to weasel into your day and sometimes youâd find yourself overpromising to him... Then having to cancel dates and plans with you s/o or having to reschedule because you and Stu were in a group project that counted for 20% of your grade.
-Like I said, heâs much smarter than he leads on, so when his methods begin to really make your relationship crumble, heâd lovebomb you. Sneaking over to your house âjust to make sure youâre okay.â Gift you little things you mentioned, like posters or CDâs you wanted at the store earlier after going with him. Of course he couldnât overwhelm you yet, then maybe youâd catch on.
-Stu would absolutely not be shy about touching you, grabbing you abruptly and squeezing you into a big hug when he sees you and no oneâs around. He knows you might not be getting much affection from your s/o, not any that you wanted anyway. This is something else he might use towards his advantage. Along with compliments you may not hear from your s/o often. âWow y/n, you curled your hair today? It looks beautiful.âÂ
-Youâd find yourself craving more and more from Stu and the little breadcrumbs he left you. Then when he has you right where he wants you, heâd pull you into a kiss. Heâd pull away first and apologize profusely.Â
- After waging your response, heâd admit how he feels about you, honestly probably pulling something out of his ass to keep you on cloud 9 about him. In all honesty it probably doesnât take much at this point.
-If you talk about how you still love your s/o and that youâre just going through a rough patch, yeah no doubt heâs putting that ghostface mask and dealing with it himself. If you werenât going to get rid of them, he absolutely will make the decision for you.
Billy Loomis:
-Ok, IN MY OPINION, Billy would be more straightforward. Heâd listen to your rants, taking interest when heâd overhear you and your s/o arguing over the phone.
-I honestly think he has something intriguing about his eyes, especially when he doesnât look away and kind of doesnât break his gaze away from you, it kind of becomes hypnotizing? Then before you know it youâre spilling all the beans. Then he just becomes sort of like your girlfriend about it? Heâs telling you that your s/o is doing this all wrong, but he still has that kind of sympathetic doe eyed look that makes you melt.
-Billy would absolutely sneak over to see if youâre okay after you tell him you had a big fight. Even if you didnât want him to go over, next thing you know heâs tapping on your window. You almost have a heart attack because no one has ever done this, then when you realize itâs Billy, you tell him to go away and that you want to be alone.Â
-This only makes him tap on the window louder, so eventually you give in. You have to admit his persistence is charming, your s/o would never, would they?
-To Billy this is the perfect moment to kind of lay it onto you, telling you that youâre so great and that you really donât need to be with someone like the person that youâre with. âIâve definitely made my mistakes y/n but I know that mistreating you wouldnât be one.â
-I would picture Billy, after giving you his whole spiel, heâd kind of try to caress your face to pull you into a kiss, but would kind of pull his hand back for âdramatic effectâ. It would all depend on how youâd react about it. If you pull away, heâd apologize and just kind of pull a âIâm sorry, this is way out of line, Iâll get out of your way.â aND LEAVE, then ignore you for like a week ?? or avoid you until itâs literally eating at him. Then it only takes him seeing you make up with your s/o to have HIM throw on the ghostface mask and just really unleash on the poor guy.Â
-It would be on the news for months.
-However, if you donât pull away and if anything you look a little sad that he doesnât go for it, he just kind of stands there then tries again. He does that thing with his eyes where he looks so deeply into you, you feel like you canât move and you just let him kiss you.
-Next thing you know, you guys are just making out, and jeez. Itâs just getting out of control, but eventually, heâs just kind of standing in front of you, hand under your jaw, while the other one is behind the small part of your back, eyelids heavy and pupils dilated to hell. Breathing into each other in opposite rhythms as you bring up your s/o.Â
-âDonât worry baby, I got a solution for that.â Then he just kinda, you know, grabs your face again pulling you to his and taking all the breath from you again.
Bonus points if both were trying to keep you to themselves, theyâd still sneak into your room and quietly fight each other about who gets to get rid of your s/o because your parents/or siblings are in the other room.
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Today we are celebrating the Amazing @the-darkestminds! đ€©
If you've ever wanted to dive into an Azris fic, we SUPER recommend her fic Autumn's Shadow which you can read on tumblr or ao3. This fic features enemies to friends to lovers and is so achingly soft!!
Definitely read this fic if you love stories that balance sensuality with tenderness and also feature a super unique plot full of mystery đ
Read more to learn why @the-darkestminds started writing for Eris and what to do if Eris gets sick!
Would drew you to creating content for Eris? And especially for Azris other than any other ship for him?
I have the most fun writing for characters whose stories are largely untold. Angst/pain/hurt are my favorite themes to write and Eris fits into that mold well for me. There are no shortage of characters in the acotar universe with traumatic backstories, but to me Eris feels particularly tragic. We know heâs abused by his father, has likely been forced to wear a mask for his entire life. He cares about Lucien but is unable to show it in any open, meaningful way. He clearly cares about his Court and people, and yet he's treated like a supervillain by the main characters of the series. I think heâs extremely lonely. He doesnât have an inner circle or a family he can trust. Thereâs so much to work with when it comes to his backstory because it hasnât yet been written, which makes it extremely fun to fill in the blanks, specifically the events that shaped him into the male he is today. A lot of room to write about his pain and suffering. lol Because of this, I think he pairs well with Azrielâs darkness. They may appear completely different on the outside: Eris is snarky, bold, well dressed, vibrant, etc, whereas Azriel is brooding, quiet, always hidden in the shadowsâŠbut I like them together because they both have an inherent darkness to them. Theyâve both known suffering. In my mind, they are able to draw each other out of it with lots of tension and passion.Â
How do you choose which scenes or moments to focus on?
Again, I have the best time writing angst and pain, so I try to focus on scenes that depict how his suffering has shaped him as a character. Weâve only been told snippets of his past, so I like to fill in those gaps and try to portray what his suffering mightâve looked like. I decided to write one fic for Eris Week that focuses on when his childhood trauma first began, and another oneshot depicting his grief as a grown male. I swear I love him!Â
What role do you think fan interactions play in your creative process?
A HUGE one. In fact, the only reason I ended up posting the first chapter of my azris fic was due to the lovely @unanswered-stars expressing interest and asking to be added to a tag list! I absolutely love getting feedback on what I write and it motivates me to keep going. Iâve had people share their thoughts and theories, ask questions and wonder about certain elements of the story that in turn have given me ideas for later chapters. Their support is everything and I am a much better writer for it.
Eris is sick! What are you doing to help him get better?
Calling Azriel
Also: Can you give me a name for one of Eris's brothers? And also for one of his dogs?
One of Erisâs brothers is named Jasper. He is the second oldest after Eris and is featured in one of my Eris Week fics. One of his hounds is named Sol. Eris acquired this hound shortly after Lucien was forced to flee to spring and wanted something to remind him of his youngest brother.Â
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Could you possibly write a fanfic with Joseph and the reader going on a coffee date? Or something related to a coffee shop in general? Thank you lol-
Note: I think this is a really cute idea ngl
let me know if you want a part 2 đ
Fandom: SWWSDJ
Character: Joseph
Pairing: Joseph x gn!Reader
Being an actor is hectic, especially if you're an actor for a popular kids TV show. Between shooting for shows, meet and greets, guests appearances, and much more, Joseph hardly had time for himself. Luckily for him, he found solace in a little corner coffee shop not too far from his apartment.
He loved this shop not only for coffee and convenience but because no one recognized him here. Because there were never children here, he never had to worry about some kid coming up to him and asking questions some mostly about his change in appearance. Instead, he got to sit down and take a moment for himself while drinking coffee. It was nice and relaxing.
Joseph had been going to the coffee shop for so long that not only did he notice when someone new came. So when you walked in business attire looking frazzled and rushed, it caught his attention. From the occasional glares he gathered, you worked in some office and were running late. However, probably much like himself, you could start a shift without coffee so you can to closest one you could find.
He shrugged it off, not thinking much of it before looking back out the window. You were cute and definitely looked his type, but he didn't think he would see you again.
He seemed to be wrong as you slowly became a regular in the little coffee shop. Sometimes, you came in like you did that morning. Other times, you came in happy and ready to take on the day.
He also began to notice little things about you. Like how you would style your hair when you're not rushed or how your face would light up as soon as the coffee hit your hands. The more he witnessed, the more tempted he was to approach you, but he always remembered his work life and kept to himself.
Once again, he was proven wrong when one day, on one of his rare days off, he decided to go to his favorite coffee shop again. When he got there he was surprised to see how busy the place was. It was unusual for such a hole in the wall place to be so busy, but he didn't mind too much since his usual table was free, and still no one seemed to recognize him.
He sat at his table, sipping his coffee while watching the world outside continue to move and exist. It almost felt surreal to Joseph when a light cough caught his attention. now startled, he turns his head to see you nervously holding your coffee cup while standing in front of his table.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry to bother you b-but this place is full. Would you mind if I sat with you? I-I promise not to say a word!" You looked nervous, and the blush on your cheek only solidified it.
"Oh... uh..." He looked around before looking back at you."Yeah....sure."
You seemed to perk up as you gave him a quick. "Thank you so much!" Before sitting across from him.
You kept to your word as silence fell over the table. Joseph tried to resume just staring outside and waiting for you to leave, but your presence was more than he could handle, so he finally spoke. "You're a regular here, too, huh?"
You looked up at him with a smile. "Yeah! their Carmel frappe is my favorite! I prefer it over strawbucks. You're a regular, too, right?"
Joseph nodded. "I just get their black coffee then sweeten it to my taste. Sometimes, i feel like if i order anything else, it's too sweet for me."
You smiled and nodded. "I can see that. I guess I just have more of a sweet tooth than I thought."
Conversation between the two of you flowed easily after that. It felt like he was talking to an old friend. When you finally had to leave, Joseph could feel a rush of sadness wash over him. "Will.....you come back?" he asked
You looked surprised at the question before that surprised turned into another radiant smile. "Of course! I wanna come back and talk to my favorite fellow regualr.
Joseph really liked that sound of that, and to your credit, you did just that. Every day after, you would greet him and have a conversation with him while you waited on your coffee. He learned of your office job, how you loved to stay up late to read, and how you never seem to hear your alarm on time after late night reads.In return, he gave you a little glimpse into his life. The hectic shooting days, silly interviews, and the bright smiles of the children.
Joseph enjoyed sharing happy memories with you, and by the smile on your face, he could tell you enjoyed it too.
Eventually, the two of you exchange numbers, and it was on that day that Joseph decided he was going to make you his. Even planning the first date at that little coffee shop.
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Itâs the middle of the week, have some dancing turtles
Spoilers below as I gush about my Mutant Mayhem Monday experience đ€ please feel free to gush with me I wanna hear other peopleâs thoughts too!
First off⊠When Seth wanted to put the teenager in TMNT he meant it. Like, all the versions act like teenagers, but like Nickelodeon PG stereotypical teens. MM turtles were the realest PG-13 outta pocket 21st century teenagers Iâve ever seen and I love that shit because itâs the first time I actually felt like I was around the kids in middle school and high school again with the way they talk. Kinda appreciate Superfly cussing too? Like idk itâs Ice Cube and this villain goes hard tryna kill some teenage turtles he formally saw as his lil cousins, let the grown mutant cuss
Also uh, was not expecting to be sad so early in the movie? Like I could tell from the trailers it was gon be an emotional rollercoaster but shit like ten minutes in and these turtles are fuckin depressed. And to see it really hit me because in every other version (except for Bayverse) the turtles literally never let not being part of the human world get to them. In the shows especially theyâre so well adjusted and never bothered by sticking to the shadows. Then thereâs Rise where they pretty much go out whenever they want and indulge in most of the human world stuff they want to. For these guys to be so stunted and desperate to have more freedom was so heart wrenching. Especially when Splinter grounds them for a whole month and the reality sinks in of how much they know the life they want isnât an option for them
Wasnât expecting any kind of ship or romance but that crush Leo has on April hit me like truck becauseâŠâŠ holy crap the Leo-April pair has never been a thing? On top of that this is only the second on screen black April weâve seen and Iâve been a Leo kinnie across the board since day one so to see this combo of my favorite character liking a black girl is making me lose my mind đ„Č and like it got me thinking of several of my favorite shows and the single characters I kin in those and if theyâve ever had black love interests and itâs just still not a common normalized thing honestly.
Iâm sure a lot of people arenât excited for the prospect of ships coming back (especially after 2012 scarred us) but as a Leo lover and black girl it got me so excited to see something like this. Iâm just hopeful and optimistic they wonât mess it up like a lot of shows do. The âthis is just as friends lineâ already makes me a little worried bc that trope never has a good history but I have faith theyâll handle things tastefully and not make it toxic or messy
MURDER THE SHREKS!
âI assume youâd wanna be on camera. âCause you have, like a very camera ready lookâŠâ OKAY SMOOOOOTH LEONARDOOOOOO đđœ
Could not stop laughing while he was shooting his shot my face was literally donnieâs restraining myself from bursting out laughing
Just a couple of my favorite questions that April wrote down for them:
âDo you carry salmonella?â Look I still donât know wtf salmonella is but itâs the second time a TMNT iteration has joked about it so Iâm starting to think it has something specifically to do with turtles đ
âHave you caught covid?â Oml covid exists in this world
âAre you the source of covid?â OUT OF LINE đ
âHow many people has the red bandana turtle stabbed? Does he need therapy?â Yes.
âDoes sunlight cause you to burst into flames?â Theyâre- theyâre not vampires? đ
Leon Ardo deserves the world and whatever he wants in it give him everything đ
I will never understand what made Donnie laugh so hard at the name Nardo other than it being because itâs his sibling and that it bothers Leo lmao
All imma say about the puke scene is that Iâm glad I heard an âout of contextâ spoiler about it bc I knew exactly when to look away and Iâm glad I did bc the scene lasted for so long??? đâBut hey at least I had Unwritten to listen too while I was sparing my eyes đ
The sequence of them going around and shaking down those gangs and Superflyâs connections. BAD. ASS. And each of them got their own moments to shine? Loved it. Like they each even got to take point and have their moments where they got to kick in the door lol. And the fight scenes were just, muah. Chefâs kiss, they all looked amazing taking grown ass adults down together
Okay Splinter definitely gets the best dad award for putting together that little surprise party, with all the celebrity Chrisâs and pretending to wait on them đ„ș so pure. It did make me sad the guys immediately left and you can just see such a sad dejected look on Splinterâs face, knowing he canât provide what his kids really want or make them happy enough without it đ„Č At the very least they say thanks and that they appreciate but I wouldâve at least stayed for a lil bit and gone along with it, Splinter just looked so excited about it and it was so sweet đ
And he doesnât even get upset though he knows theyâre hiding something, he just says heâll help them if theyâve gotten into trouble, which is something Iâm sure almost every kid has wanted instead of having the kind of relationship where theyâre more scared of telling their parents they messed up instead of handling it on their own
I love how musical Superflyâs family is đ Ray Filet just starts sing-introducing his name and Mondo and the other couple mutants when they drive with in the car trying to find music they could all sing to together đ„č not to mention the musical references Superfly makes later that Iâll get to. âKinda donât wanna murder everyone on Earth, I just kinda wanna singâ Me too bruh.
Raph immediately going âgoochi goochi gooâ and playing peekaboo with Genghis frog is so underrated that boy has such a soft side heâs not even that afraid of showing at times, and maybe itâs continuing the trope of Raph having a soft spot for pets/animals? Who knows đ
Yo I was kinda shook when that government guy knocked Leo out and he just fell unconscious on the ground đ¶ Like weâre used to seeing the authorities be brutal especially in movies like this but thatâs a whole teenager? You just assaulted a minor? đ Crazy
Also I know itâs sad they got captured and drained painfully but Mikey in that scene was hilarious đ like even the way he was dramatically crying and Leo was just started to cry with him like âiM sO sOrRy mIkEeEeEy! đâ gold. When one of his children is hurting Leo hurts too. One of my favorite moments đ€Ł
They literally started singing BTS while being tortured theyâre so unserious but like in a serious way to them and I love it. Also the fact that they did it just to make Donnie feel better? So pure. Like Raph of all turtles offered to sing while being drained of blood (bc I refuse to use the m word đ)
The way Splinter snuck in and soloed literal government soldiers single handedly? Badass. Never loved seeing a Splinter save his sons so much đ„č
âBut itâs the only way weâll be accepted.â
âNo! We accept you!â
âYou can come live with us! We accept you!â
âWE VIBE!â
Oml theyâre so puuuuure đ I really thought this was gonna be a moment where the guys invite them all to come live with them and Splinter was gonna be like âaha đŹ whoa slow down thereâ but damn nah he was just as enthusiastic as them inviting all those mutants to come live in their home forever âThe more the merrier!â Like ugh he just loves finding family like Baxter Stockman and we see where the guys got their loving nature from đ„č
The amount of his soul Mikey put into that BROSEEEPH was so real like Iâve never heard the name broseph be said in any other way, Iâm so glad they put that moment in there
âNew York, New York!â âIâm the king of New York!â
Oml superflyâs a Broadway baby đ€ heâs a big bad villain marching through time square and talking about King Kong but heâs fill gonna nerd out and make his musical theatre references đ
âFor once in your life you didnât sound lame. You actually started to sound like a leaderâ
âThat was really heartfelt Raphâ
I love the Leo Raph dynamic in this movie. Like they donât always agree or understand each other but they will show love towards one another and show mutual appreciation
Something about any of the turtles shells cracking always gets to me for some reason like those are some serious permanent injuries so I want to see if they do anything special with that in the sequel or show maybe đ€ And I couldnât tell if all of theirs cracked or just one, and if so which turtle it was. I think Leo or Raph. I feel like it was Leo but Raphâs are also starting to have a trend of getting cracks in their shells so đ€·đœââïž
Also I do not want to judge what other people like to wear but why are Raph and Donnie the only normal dressed ones đ like Mikey looks like heâs going on vacation and Leo looks like heâs going to clock in at Best Buy đ tell me itâs because they have limited resources for clothes lmao. HEâS LITERALLY WEARING A LANYARD
Them taking off the masks was crazy honestly⊠like them deciding not to wear them made my brain pause until I realize theyâre kids going to school now and not being ninjas all the time⊠they donât need them anymore. Iâm just so pleased with the fact that this movie was willing to do what all other iterations werenât. I see why theyâre getting a sequel and show already, these guys and the plot development deserve so much more exploration
Maybe I missed something in the beginning but Iâm wondering where Stockman went. Like is he still in custody? Did he die? Because not seeing him again thatâs what I assumed but we only saw him get arrested or whatever, so if anything I donât get why Superfly and the others wouldnât try to break him out đ€ I was surprised they didnât make him a villain though, but Iâm pretty happy about him getting to be a more optimistic kind character tho
SHREDDER HAD ME SHOOK LIKE THE ARMOR ALREADY LOOKED SO COOL AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO GET THE BIG BAD INVOLVED AHHHH IâM SO READY TO SEE THEM REACT TO THIS ANGRY GIANT TIN CAN
Although I do wonder if Shredderâs gonna have some personal gripe with them since they have a different backstory he doesnât seem to be a part of. And shit now that theyâre public and in school itâs gonna be so much easier for him to go after them đ
pluses and minusesâŠ
The soundtrack: golden. Cultured. Nothing but range. Goes from a 90âs rap song to Natasha Bedingfieldâs soulful 2000âs song. Most movies only ever have all pop mainstream songs or only rap songs because they think they canât mix but MM does it effortlessly. The turtles are so versatile not just with music genres but they make old and new references âcause theyâre well rounded kings đȘđœ Between rizz, Adele, broski, Hey Arnold, K-Pop, Ferris Bueller, etc⊠I mean Donnieâs literally doing the sprinkler and the funky chicken in that gif up top đ theyâre born in 2008 I doubt any kids today know about those dances anymore
Clearly I have all the thoughts and feelings about these boys and the movie, but I think this is probably my favorite TMNT movie? Iâve loved all of them but I think this one definitely brings me the most comfort fr
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âąÂ°â€Â°âą Ghost Roger and Rouge are just so cute especially with their grand babies!
What about Rayleigh tho?
Im sure Rayleigh would, at one point meet the seraphim. One time would be accidently because he was visiting Karai Bari to go see Buggy but then runs into two little seraphim. Then all chaos descends when he hears the words "Ma/Pa". Bet Ghost Roger is laughing his ass off.
Tbh, I love the the pairing of Rogue/Roger, but really love the pairing of Rogue/Rayleigh/Roger (What are your thoughts on it? I won't attack you if you say you do not ship it, I just want to know your personal opinion on it đ)
So honestly?? Depends. I have... mixed feelings on Rayleigh? I love him and also kinda don't at the same time. I think it's a ME issue though and not a character issue lmao ((He reminds me of my sister for some reason and that's.. a can of worms I'm not gonna open rn))
As for Roger/Rouge/Rayleigh - I think that's!! So!! Cute!!!!!! For the ghost AU the general idea is that Rouge never met the cabin boys initially before death, but I also like the idea of the polycule and Rouge being a staple of their lives. I dunno really. Cute ship!!!!!
As for grandpa Rayleigh-
I think him visiting Karai Bari would be really mixed by way of responses. On the one hand, That's One Of Buggy's Dads. On the other.... that's one of the people that abandoned Buggy when he needed them most. I think the initial meet would probably be ripe with tears, screaming, demands for him to get lost, while Rayleigh is trying so hard to damage control with a lackadaisical smile and flippant ease.
And that would of course be prime real estate for Birdie, Angel and Atlas to inject themselves into the exchange. Mama Bug cries a lot but these are Bad Tears and Nobody Makes Mama Bug Sad Like That.
While Angel and Birdie are sort of the front line of cutting in, Atlas I think would kind of glue himself to Buggy - both to comfort him and to get comfort due to the echoes of genetic memory. And when the older seraphim realize Buggy AND Atlas are upset, ooooh it's on like Donkey Kong.
The initial meeting is.... less than stellar lmao.
I think once tempers cool, discussions are had and boundaries are established, Rayleigh would be a pretty good grandpa. He's like the Cool Jiji, sneaking snacks and spoiling the kids but also letting them explore the world. It's rocky since Rayleigh's pretty lenient on rules, but once the structure is given, it's overall pretty good.
((Bonus points, Roger and Rouge spend the whole time with Rayleigh when he's with the kids - initially bc they're nervous about it, then bc it's just.... it's bittersweet. This could have been them. It's as close as they'll get now.))
((Extra bonus, Rayleigh often forgets how Strange Buggy's Haki is - Atlas reminds him frequently. And when the other boys respond to the same things, he's curious. He asks. He's.... oh. Oh man. What????
Perona brings out the board. Croc and Hawk take the kids. Buggy sits across from Rayleigh, and Roger and Rouge sit on either side of their living lover.
Rayleigh cries.))
((I think all in all, Buggy would really struggle with it. Rayleigh has changed so much, and he's good with the kids, he really is! But he wasn't always good with kids in general. He's a better grandfather than he ever was a dad, and it hurts. He confesses this to Mihawk and Crocodile one night, or maybe to Shanks over a denden, and he sort of breaks. If Rayleigh was always capable of change, then that just means that Buggy was never a big enough priority for him TO change. And that's the crux of it all, isn't it? Buggy's never as important to others as they are to him. He's a side character in the bigger picture and it aches, it throbs, it burns. He's so happy their kids are happy and loved and safe, because Buggy wants to give them the world and make sure they never hurt like this, but he's almost jealous and he hates himself for it.
It takes some time for him to heal, for him to forgive himself for it. He loves so much, too much, and sometimes the love sits there and rots within, infects his lungs and veins. He's not perfect, he not even okay, but he does his best and he's not alone anymore. He's making improvements, slowly but surely, and accepting the past, while agonizing, is possible. He's got support now in places he never anticipated having it. And he's got people who need him to be there, who need him to be better, who just... need him. It's jarring. It's dizzying. It's overwhelming. It's empowering.
Buggy may be broken, but he'll turn his jagged shards into knives, his chips into jewels to wear proudly to defend the ones he loves. He's a coward but he's a fighter - he's a god damned pirate, and he'll force the world to remember that.))
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hi hiiiii! Iâve been enjoying your streamer au so so so much and now I absolutely must check out your other works, but I digress! For totally not fan art related reasons: have you ever put thought into how either of them prefer to dress? Like what fabrics they like? masc, femme, neutral? Loose, tight? Etc. etc.
Iâm sorry to bombard you with so much for my first ask sudhfhucjsjdhvydjj
JustâŠcurious. For, again, unfanart related reasons đ
hiii thank you! i was going to say i haven't thought about this much, but i just realised that would be a lie, and i've totally caught myself off guard with it.
i like them best when they're as close to the source material as possible, (especially when the AU is really far from canon, it makes me hold even tighter to certain canon references to anchor it) and i like to blend book and tv.
to me, that makes crowley a combo of hotshot lawyer x aging rockstar, which means wearing sharp suits and slacks as often as drainpipes and chelsea boots. since crowley gives us so much variation to work with, i like referencing the show for all his clothing, even if i mix n match the pieces. (i do love how slouchy streetwear crowley looks, but i don't actually think it's very in character for him, so in my fics i keep him dressed sharply. jumpers and cardigans can still be sharp imo, depending what they're paired with and how slim the cut)
aziraphale, on the other hand. i didn't realise i had an opinion about this until i started typing. aziraphale is a camp and indulgent fucker, who hoards his victorian clothing because he loves it. he's canonically passionate about clothes. so i think the human au version of that means he'd have a lot of variation, even tho we don't see that in the show.
to anchor it to canon, i still picture him with the same ensemble of slacks or corduroys + button up + waistcoat + jacket. sometimes i'll add or remove pieces, like just a button shirt with no waistcoat, with or without a bowtie, and give him different cuts of jacket. my book!aziraphale exception to this is giving him lots of cardigans and jumpers. crowley's would be sleek like the turtleneck, but aziraphale wouldn't be afraid to look frumpy for the sake of cosiness or comfort.
his variation comes from colours and patterns, even though his overall style is very unanimous. he'd have dozens of diff bowties, tartan and argyle and paisley and check and plain alike. everything is light, but he's not beholden to cream and white: i think he'd enjoy the colour from all kinds of soft pastels.
sorry this is so long but i wanted to share my reasoning along with everything! <3
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I wonder what are your favourite pairings in DL? Can you give us a rank of DL ships đ
//contains route spoilers and sorry if it gets a little long đ
there are so many cute and adorable ships, in their own way, that it took me years to select my fav ships, and here they are with rankings:
1. shinyui: aside from shin being embodiment of anger and impatience, i seriously have lost the count of how many times i have re-read his DF route, like the character development and their bonding is so wholesome. the way yui is ready to give up everything even if it means she will have to keep running away from people for the rest of her life with shin, she was ready to throw it all just so she can be with shin and shin trying to push her away so that she can be happy in a comfortable place instead of being stuck with him in his mess and get targeted. even in LE he pushed her away scared that she might get endzeit and suffer from its symptoms and he didn't want her to wither in pain and would rather let himself go through it alone than see her harmed.
2. carlayui: his character development was so smooth and amazing to watch, seeing him and yui bond over books was also adorable to watch especially it was the first time his soft side came out, i think it was also due to Yui that he gave up on taking revenge on karlheinz and instead BOWED to him just to bring yui back to life.
3. shuyui: shu giving yui queen treatment by still being his lazy self>>>>>>>> the difference in shu's behaviour can certainly be seen from the first game and the latest game despite keeping the same lazy attitude. the development is so good, if i keep talking this post will become endless.
4. reiyui: Reiji slowly opening up and protecting yui in his own rational way by planning instead of going all fighting so that she won't be hurt or get involved in this dangerous battle is the best character development. yes he was like that from the start about planning and all that, but he who was prideful and always boosted of being a vampire started to question where vampires come from and if they were originally human in DF route. and he even said that he will choose yui over being a vampire. and in his more blood vampire ending, when little Reiji said how servants are afraid of him and his inventions because his mother and brother are distant from him. Young Reiji also mentioned how he always carries his self made ointment around because his brothers are clumsy but nobody wants to use it. proof he was the best boi from the start in his own way.
5. subayui: SubaruYui was my first ship that i would do anything for. I mean my tsundere gentle boy deserves the whole world. I haven't read HDB routes much because too much violence isn't my cup of tea ik ironic but i did read manga and also his MB route, there was a lot of development I can say. and let me not get started on his DF route, not only in his route but it can be seen that subaru had soft spot/feelings for yui in others' routes too, even in kou's LE route, he didn't give up on Yui. He is very protective of her in anime too, probably why they were my first ship.
6. rukiyui: his DF route and anime is what attracted to me this ship because of all the angst. His MB route and CL route definitely didn't disappoint me. In DF he pushes away Yui to not betray karlheinz but later confronts karl as yui is the most important person and the best thing happened to him in his life aside from his brothers. In the MB he was even ready to become a snake and actually became a snake to take yui away. His CL route felt like I was reading a married couple's life and it was refreshing to read compared to all his other routes which involved angst and drama
7. kouyui: The ups and downs in his MB route for his character development was understandable especially after knowing the kind of environment he was in. there were times when I just wanted to smack kou so badly on his head for his treatment towards yui. Then i read his DF route and it was literally all angst and i think when yui said "what do you mean useless!?!???" when kou said he cannot become Adam while crying, thinking it's useless for Karl's plan but still wants to love her after almost ahem himself from the terrace and Yuma & Azusa saved him from his own pool of blood.
8. azusayui: i just recently started reading his DF route and oh my god he is literally the best boi, I'm still reading his route but he is already getting into my heart because he is such a cinnamon boy đ.
one of my fav ships is ayayui too but the way all the above ships have raised my standards... i still love them and enjoy their content.
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