#Creating a happy pet household

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Introducing A New Pet To Your Household - H&S Pets Galore

How To Introduce A New Pet To Your Household: Tips & Tricks for a Smooth Transition Bringing a new pet into your household is an exciting and joyful experience. Whether you’re introducing a new cat, dog, or another furry companion, it’s important to ensure a smooth transition for both your existing pets and the newcomer. By following these helpful tips and tricks, you can create a harmonious…

[cupidlovesastro]

𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾

venus in 1st- the way you look , your aura, your energy, your presence, the impressions you give on others, the attitude you have about things, how put together you come off, your beauty, your charismatic spirit, your aesthetic, your clothes, your make up, your forehead, your hair or hairstyles, your masculine features/energy

venus in 2nd- your financial situation, your ranking in your work place, if you come off/dress rich, the things you own, house decorations, your room’s aesthetic, your work ethic, your career, if you own expensive things, your neck area, collar bone, your voice, your lips, jaw, your beauty

venus in 3rd- your way with words, how flirting/ talking is easy for you, the way you speak, the way your brain works, your social group, your siblings, your creative writing, your journal/ notes, the elementary school you went to, your neighborhood, your thought process, your shoulders, collarbone, hands, how youthful you look/act

venus in 4th- how you regulate or cope with your emotions, your family or the family you’ve created, your household, your furniture, your decorations, your family roots, your background, the way you mother people or your children, your motherly energy, your femininity, the way you express your femininity, your self care routine, your self care products, how you grew up, how your family treats you, your chest, your boobs, your rib cage, your round face shape, the softness in your features

venus in 5th- your relationship, your lover, your youth, your inner child or the fact you can express it, your children, your features that your children have/will inherit, your aesthetic, the way you express yourself, your art style, the art you make, your spirit, how easy it is for you to get along with people,how easy it is for you to attract people, how many kids you have, the people you’ve hooked up with, the way you express your happiness, your stomach, bellybutton, your confidence, thick hair

venus in 6th- your work out routine, your work out equipment, work out clothes, your health, your pets, work ethic, your organization or organized nature, your resourcefulness, the way that people need you, the service(s) you offer, the way you analyze things, your waist, hips, your youthful appearance,

venus in 7th- your relationship(s), your marriage, how fair you are or act, the way you go about justice, how giving you are, the contracts you have with businesses, your skin, your lower back, your symmetrical features, hair, your feminine features/ energy, your beauty, your aesthetic, the effort you put into your look, your music taste

venus in 8th- your sensual side, your sex appeal, your financial situation, the money or things you’ve inherited from your family, things that you own, your properties/house(s), your mysterious energy or aesthetic, the way your partner spoils you or the way you spoil your partner, sexual organs, your groin, the way people seem to lust over you

venus in 9th - your community, your religion, your culture, your traditions, the places you’ve traveled to, how often you traveled, your intelligence, the degrees you’ve earned, the college you attend to or used to attend, the philosophies you have, the beliefs you share or follow, the way you learn, how learning is fast or easy, your thighs, your waist, your height

venus in 10th- your career, the goals you’ve achieved, your popularity, your influence, your fame, your reputation, your status, your father or father figures in your life, the way you father your children, your masculinity, your masculine features/vibes, your bone structure, teeth

venus in 11th- your social group/ friends, the way you care about the world or a certain community, the amount of social awareness you have, the technology you own like iphone/ ipad/ laptops, etc, the way you dream big, your individuality, your uniqueness the people you surround yourself with, your calves, your ankles, your unique features

venus in 12th- your healing journey, the way you heal from things, your spiritual journey, your spiritual knowledge, spiritual experiences, you connection with spirituality, your connection with your after life, your connection with your subconscious mind, your manifestations, your feet, toes, feminine features, your empathy, your compassion, your emotional intelligence, your intuition

[khaire-traveler]

🪽 Subtle Hermes Worship 📨

Keeping a journal of letters addressed to Hermes; you can also use a code name for him, such as "diary", if needed

Keeping a picture of him in your wallet

Collecting coins and shiny objects

Writing letters to friends or loved ones who live far away

Writing stories and poems

Having imagery of feathers, wings, turtles, or hares around (feathers and wings are especially good in a Christian household)

Having rabbit, turtle, sheep, hawk, or ram stuffed animals

Wearing jewelry that reminds you of him; a caduceus necklace is extremely easy to find online and is often associated with other things but is still a major symbol of Hermes

Having a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Dedicating any morning drinks to him (coffee, tea, energy drinks, etc.)

Participating in any sport

Making a list of jokes or quotes that make you laugh

Making a list of good memories

Watching comedians, live or online

Engaging in activities that bring you joy

Spending time with loved ones

Spending time with pets and bonding with them

Volunteering at a homeless or animal shelter

Honoring deceased loved ones, including pets

"Borrowing" things from big corporations

Setting money aside to save if/when possible

Exploring new places you've never been

Supporting small businesses

Taking a walk

Learning non-obvious forms of divination (cartomancy, shufflomancy, pyromancy, etc.)

Keeping a dream journal

Exercising if able; get some movement throughout the day

Creating something with your hands or imagination (writing, drawing, carving, something inventive and creative)

Donating items you no longer need

Buying a meal for someone who needs one

Showing kindness towards your fellow human

Making a list of things that made you happy throughout the day and that you're looking forward to

Carrying a good luck charm on you; keep a lucky coin

Collecting souvenirs from new places, even just the next town over

If you have a car or bike, show it some love

Be kind to animals; feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Volunteer at an animal shelter or farm; volunteer at a homeless shelter

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May add more later! This is my list of discreet ways to worship Hermes, so far. Please enjoy, and take care! 🧡

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[xxselenite]

٠ ࣪⭑ Happens great, happens sweet | Jacaerys x reader

modern!Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader [no use of y/n] Word count: 2.4k words Summary: You are officially meeting Jace’s family after a few months of relationship Warning: none, pure fluff. Considering this is a modern!au, let's pretend no one in this family is related, and that step-siblings are not betrothed to one another :) a/n: The title is a lyric from Wasteland, Baby! By Hozier because live laugh love Hozier and because this is the epitome of romance. As usual English isn’t my first language so I apologise in advance for any possible grammatical and/or lexical mistake (especially considering I wrote most of this in the middle of the night haha) feedback is welcome and appreciated <3 (images are taken from pinterest)

You passed a hand in your hair to fix it before knocking on the door. You would lie if you said you weren’t at least a little stressed, but Jace’s face when he opened the door revealed an even higher level of tension. He had immediately opened like he had been waiting for you for hours. You remained on the threshold as he leaned towards you and pressed a passionate kiss on your lips, hands on your waist to pull you closer, and you would have remained a lifetime against his lips if he hadn’t broken the kiss.

“I’m happy to see you.”

“Yeah, I got that bit,” you chuckled, a bit dizzy because of the kiss. You look at the serious look on your boyfriend’s face and sighed. “Don’t be so scared. You told me your family would love me, and I’ve done my studying. I remember everyone’s name.”

Jace’s parents had invited you for lunch to meet you officially. You had been dating their son for a few months, so they had caught a glimpse of your appearance in Jace’s car or on his wallpaper’s phone, but they wanted to get to know the lucky girl who had won his heart.

Jace preferred hanging out at your house because it offered him a little calm. As much as he loved his large blended family, silence and privacy were almost unachievable with so many children running around. Sometimes he would just lie on your bed, his head on your lap, enjoying the stillness of the scene.

You cherished those moments as well, but hearing about Rhaenyra’s invitation had created a bubble of joy in your heart. Meeting your in-laws meant that your relationship was getting really serious. You knew that the apprehension that made you flatten your dress over and over again was just the quid pro quo of your excitement. What you also knew, however, was how important family was to Jace and his nervousness was all the more understandable, and that was why you had tried to be as prepared as possible for the big day.

Upon hearing your words, a smile spread on Jace’s face and he sighed. “You’re right. They’re going to love you.” His hand did not leave your lower back as he guided you in.

You had already entered his house of course, but most of the time you’d have fun sneaking in through the window, even when it was unnecessary. The only time you had used the front door, Luke had walked on Jace and you making out because he had finished early, and this mortifying event had led Jace to tell you “Let’s hang out at your place next time.”

The living room felt a lot different when everyone was here sitting on the couches. It felt much warmer this way, with a fire burning in the chimney, candles lit up on the coffee table and the smell of food perfuming the room.

The first members of the households to greet you were Syrax and Caraxes, the two enormous dogs of the family. You had helped Jace walk them a couple of times before, and you affectionately pet their heads. You knew Jace also had a handful of cats, but he had warned you that they tended to avoid visitors and you probably wouldn't see them this time.

After the dog's enthusiastic welcome, you reported your attention on the actual humans of the house and quickly identify everyone; Baela and Rhaena were chatting about something Rhaena had seen on her phone (you were pretty confident you knew who was who thanks to Jace’s indications). Joffrey and Luke seemed to be fighting over the remote control – at this moment you were really praying Luke wouldn’t make any allusion to the compromising situation he had found you in. The youngest kids, Viserys and Aegon, were playing on the carpet with their toys, paying little attention to their surroundings. You couldn’t see Rhaenyra or Daemon, but you assumed they were in the kitchen or the dining room.

Clearing his throat to attract his sibling’s attention, Jace gently pushed you towards the middle of the room, his hand moving from your back to hold your hand.

“So…” he said with a little hesitation, “that’s my girlfriend.”

Luke immediately raised his head with a mischievous light in his eyes and exclaimed, “She looks much nicer when your tongue isn’t-”

Before he could end his sentence, Baela gave him a little slap at the back of the head, preventing him from saying anything else, and Rhaena stood up to greet you, avoiding you to remain mortified for too long. You immediately decided that you liked the girls and Jace left your side to “talk” to Luce (the “talk” looked more like a brotherly argument). Joffrey remained hidden behind Rhaena, while the two blond-haired toddlers kept playing like nothing had happened.

After a few minutes of light-hearted discussions that helped you relax, Jace’s parents entered the room. You never admitted it in front of your boyfriend, but they intimidated to you to an unmatched level with their cold beauty and their charismatic aura. You thought that a glance from them would be enough for you to be petrified, like some sort of modern Medusa, or that at least they would be stone-cold at first. Yet, at the very moment her gaze fell on you, Rhaenyra’s face brightened and she greeted you with open arms.

“I’m so happy to meet you!” She told you with a contagious smile.

Behind her, Daemon remained more discreet, though you could discern the same mischievous light as there was in Luke’s eyes. His smile, though, seemed sincere.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, insisting on the words “a lot,” and you saw Jace stiffen in the corner of your eyes. As if she had not noticed her husband’s teasing, Rhaenyra nodded.

“Jace talked a lot about you. He did not lie when he said you were beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment and your brain went wild as you tried to imagine what Jace had told them. You tilted your head to look at him, the poor boy seemed to be about to explode, his face redder than you had ever seen it. You let out a chuckle.

“I hope he did not talk too highly of me, or else I fear I will not meet your expectations.”

Jace moved back by your side and grabbed your hand again. He was giving you the impression that he was going to faint if you weren’t holding him in some sort of way, which made your heart melt.

“You would never disappoint anyone.” He gave a small squeeze to your hand and you resisted the urge to grab him by his collar and kiss him right here right now – as tempting as it was, you weren’t sure that would make the best first impression possible.

You were sitting between Jace and Luke at the dinner table which has been decorated for the occasion. While the presence of your boyfriend by your side was definitely reassuring, you deep down wished you were away from the menace Luke represented (you had to admit he was funny and pretty sweet, but he seemed way too excited to have the opportunity to embarrass his big brother.)

Lunch went swiftly with everyone contributing to the conversation to an extent, even if that meant an unintelligible babble from the kids. You were growing really fond of Rhaena and Baela and it seemed to be reciprocal – perhaps that was the joy of having another girl in their age to talk to in the house or the common interests you shared, but they were enthusiastic to ask you questions. Although this sympathy was great to experience, you were a bit uncomfortable talking about yourself so much. An insidious fear of seeming selfish or shallow was making its way into your mind, and you tried to ask as many questions as you answered. Luckily, most of the questions came from the girls so it did not feel like Jace’s parents were interrogating you.

Next to you, Jace remained mostly silent, holding your hand under the table and looking at you with sparkles in his eyes. You could feel him relaxing as it became clear his family appreciated you. You even saw a proud smile on his face when you glanced at him after managing to cut Luke’s teasing short.

“So,” Rhaenyra asked before one of the twin girls would launch a new topic, “how did you two meet?”

You immediately looked at Jace, suspicious. You had a hard time believing he had never told them the story if he really talked about her as much as Daemon had implied earlier. He caught your gaze and raised his hands in a falsely defensive manner.

“Don’t look at me like that, I just thought you were a better storyteller than I am.”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“Of course. It’s not the fact that you made an absolute fool of yourself at some point.”

“Oh, now that’s interesting,” Luke laughed and this time no one contradicted him. Jace let out a sigh although he couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, go on.”

You started explaining how Jace and you were always “fighting” to get the best grade in every class, and the way this rivalry had prevented you from having a real chat until your literature teacher paired you up for a presentation. You thought he was an arrogant prick, he thought you were a goody-two-shoes, but you were both proved wrong, and just like this, you two became friends, which turned into “friends,” which turned into frantic calls to your friends starting with “I think I have feelings for Jace.” Discussions turned into flirt, hanging out turned into going on dates, and that’s when you reached your favourite part of the story.

“So Jace arrived to pick me up and he had bought me a drink because he’s a sweetheart,” you interrupted your account to offer your lover a bright smile while he looked away, already blushing. “And when he saw me, he literally dropped the drink!” You tried your best not to chuckle, and you saw that Daemon was struggling to do it. “That’s pretty much when I understood that the feelings were mutual,” you concluded.

“For my defence,” Jace started, “you looked particularly gorgeous. Even more than usual, which is not easy.”

“Ah, young love,” Rhaenyra sighed with a dreamy expression on her face. “got me feeling nostalgic.”

“And so,” Daemon asked after a little silence, “do you want any kids?”

You put down your glass before risking choking to death on your water. Next to you, Jace stiffened all at once and you placed a hand on his knee to calm him down. You were pretty sure Rhaenyra scowled at her husband who looked in high spirits. After clearing your throat, you answered with calm:

“I think I’m a bit young to be considering it too seriously. I don’t want any at the moment but it’s not a hard no either, we’ll see where this is going.”

You held Daemon’s gaze for a second before he lowered it to grab his glass of wine, apparently satisfied with your answer. Baela was the one who broke the tension when she stood up.

“It’s time for dessert, isn’t it?” She said and started to group the plates to clear the table before anyone answered. You stood up to help, and despite Rhaenyra trying to stop you (“You’re our guests, you don’t have to help.”), you made your way into the kitchen.

The room was bathed in light and smelled delicious. The counters were definitely not tidy, but with such a big family you couldn’t blame anyone. You put the silverware down when Rhaenyra took you aside with an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry for Daemon’s question, he likes to provoke people, but it’s nothing personal. He’s a bit like Luke, god these two are so similar you’d think they are blood-related.”

“It’s okay,” you kept a light-hearted tone. “First meeting is always a sort of test, isn’t it?”

Rhaenyra offered you a smile that reminded you of Jace’s. “And I think you’re acing it.”

The rest of the lunch passed without any more embarrassing questions, and you felt increasingly at ease. At the end, Rhaenyra even offered you to dine with them as well, which you agreed to immediately. This household was very different from your own, and even though you understand how it could sometimes be exhausting, you enjoyed the agitation, the laughter and the energy that it contained.

“They loved you,” Jace whispered after closing the door of his bedroom as you were using the nap time of his youngest siblings to catch a break. You could hear the glee in his voice, and he grabbed your hands to pull you closer.

“See! There was no need to be so scared.” You pulled your arms around his shoulders and he leant down to kiss you. It was a soft, chaste kiss, although the grip of his hands on your waist betrayed a stronger want. You tried to deepen the kiss but he broke it, leaving you breathless and a bit frustrated.

“I see what you’re doing and it is not a good idea.” He chuckled and you crossed your arms over your chest. “And don’t start pouting,” he added before you could do anything.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna miss sneaking into your room. It was very Romeo and Juliet-esque, except that we’re a much better couple.”

“Really?” The look in his eyes alone was enough to send your cheeks on fire. “Why so?”

“Well, none of us is thirteen, that’s already a good start. We’d be a healthier Shakespearean couple anyway.”

“Are there any healthy Shakespeare couple?”

“I guess Benedick and Beatrice are pretty cute?” You shrugged

“Hum-hum, even though they spent the play arguing.”

“I can appreciate a good enemies to lovers.”

“Speaking of which, do you wanna watch a film?” He asked you, ready to turn on the old tv he has kept from his childhood. “A romcom for example, or anything that suits you.”

 “Sure,” you nodded. “It’s very nice of your mother to let me stay this evening,” you said as you sat on Jace’s bed.

“Yeah, it’s nice to spend more time with you.” He said with a sigh as he lay between your legs, his back pressed against his chest. You started playing with his hair mindlessly and he hummed. “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing this.”

You laughed softly and pressed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m fine napping with you as well. Who said it was just for toddlers.”

You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours and the soft strokes of his hands on your legs. The house was pretty calm and you were about to fall asleep when Jace sat up all of a sudden.

“What’s going on?” You asked, staring at him with a confused expression.

“What do you hear?” He asked.

You stopped talking, pricking up your ears, and shrugged after a few seconds.

“Nothing, why?”

“Precisely!” He interrupted you, lowering his voice. “Nothing. There are six other people in this house, and I’m ready to admit that Aegon, Viserys and Joffrey are napping and that Rhaena and Baela are just calm, but there is no reason the others are so silent. Unless…”

“Unless?” You echoed when Jace stood up and tip-toed towards the door.

Your eyes widened when you realised what he was implying and you sat straighter as he opened the door in a hurry, revealing his parents and Luke who all instantly adopted a shameful expression, caught red-handed. You tried your best not to laugh as Jace shooed them away while they tentatively justified their eavesdropping.

Jace waited a few seconds for them to resume their normal activities before closing the door and finally returning to you, breathing out deeply to calm down.

“You know I love them, but sometimes I can’t believe we’re related.”

You bit your lower lip to keep a straight face and opened your arms to return to your earlier position.

“You have to admit it’s at least a little bit cute.” You whispered once you were both at ease, Jace lying between your legs again and gently holding your hands.

“They’re behaving like I’m twelve and I closed the door while studying with a girl.” You let out a low chuckle.

“You’ll get your revenge when Luke has his first partner.”

You stroked Jace’s hand with your thumb and he stopped your motion to kiss your palm and murmur against your skin, “I can’t wait for that day, but in the meantime, I think we should keep hanging out at your place.”

[faeyramaeyra]

~ 🌷 Witchy things you can do to honour yourself, your craft and your deities! 🌷 ~

~ 🌷 This will be a long post! 🌷 ~

- Spend time in nature (go hiking, meditate outdoors, collect some river water, make some sun water, plant something etc)

- Interact with your pets (example, dogs are often associated with Hekate so you could play with them or take them on a walk etc.)

- Donate to a shelter or charity in the name of your deity.

- Create a protection charm to add to your dog or cat’s collar. Our companions need protection sometimes too!

- Do your self-care as an act of devotion to yourself and your deity (you could do your skincare as devotion for Aphrodite for example.)

- Have a cleansing bath or shower. You can create a pouch full of cleansing and protective herbs to use.

- Make a piece of artwork for your deities. It could be a painting, clay vase, etc.

- Make a playlist of songs that give you positive energy or remind you of your deity.

- Make a journal or scrapbook about the things you love about your craft to remind you why you are practising.

- Do a daily card pull in the morning. This can be to see how your day will go or what you should be focusing on etc.

- Stir intentions into your drink in a morning (anti-clockwise to remove negativity, clockwise to bring in positivity. You can also say what you wish to manifest for that particular day. You may need an extra boost of inspiration for example.)

- Do some spell work with your deity. Ask them to give you aid with it or to protect you whilst you are doing it.

- Consider enchanting an item. It could be jewellery, a plant, a decorative item in your home etc.(If you would all like, I can make a post of how I personally like to enchant objects.)

- Tidy up your home. This one may seem a bit odd but please read my explanation as to why it is important to take care of your home. Different rooms in your home can be associated with different parts of your life. If you want to manifest something in part of your life, You need to take care of your home in order for your manifestation to work. Your kitchen is connected to your health and health of your household. Your bathroom is connected to your finances and the flow of finances in your household. Your bedroom is connected to the happiness and prosperity of your romantic relationships. Your living room is connected to your relationships with your friends and family.

- Learn how to read candles. Candles are commonly used as an offering to deities and for manifestation workings but sometimes you can have other entities trying to communicate with you via the candle flame. I personally have had ancestors messing about with candles, Not just deities.

- Use colour magick associations when picking out your outfit for the day. For example black is most commonly used as a protection colour.

~ 🌷 Want me to make a part 2? Lemme know below 🌷 ~

Tip-Jar

[therhythmafterthesummer]

It’s Cold Out (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · swearing · pet names · possessiveness · possibly inaccurate descriptions of birth control (this is a work of fiction, after all) · good ol’ rut driven intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Summary: Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought, and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: Happy Halloween month to all of us! If there’s a God up there, only she can judge me for this. [31/03/23: this story has been re-edited as of this date. special thanks to @straylightdream​​ for reading this new edition before anyone else and sharing her thoughts with me].

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments:  It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Smut Warnings: intercrural sex · unprotected penetration [piv] · oral [F.Rec] · lots of praising (LOTS) · breeding kink (kind of) · copious amount of fluids · knotting

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.

To say Chris had been acting weird this week would be an understatement.

You were sure it all started over the weekend, since you noticed his odd behaviour that Friday night when you were about to leave your shared flat to go hang out with one of your friends. Chris had come out of his room to get something from the kitchen, and he had stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you there applying your makeup by the bureau in the entrance.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t caught him looking at you before, you were pretty confident that he’d often look at you–whether it was for instinctual reasons or what you weren’t really sure–but he genuinely looked like a deer in the headlights while he stood there completely paralysed. The worst part was that you weren’t wearing anything particularly revealing, just a crop top–that wasn’t even that short, it barely even exposed your belly–and some leggings.

“You okay there?” You asked Chris as you returned your eyes to the mirror, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Uhh… Are you… Are you going out?” You didn’t look back at him while he talked to you, deciding that, since he was being awkward, it would be easier for him to speak without you looking at him.

“Yeah, babes. I’ve been talking about it all week, remember?” Dropping the eyeliner pen back on your makeup bag you looked at yourself one last time. ‘This will do’ was all you could think, satisfied with your face as you turned to look at your roommate. 

Chris wasn’t there anymore, but he emerged from his room seconds after with one of his black hoodies in hand. “Take this, pretty. It’s cold out”, pet names were a constant in the household, even among Chris’ friends, so you never thought much of it whenever he said them to you, or whenever you said them to him.

You chuckled, oddly amused by the sudden request. “I already have a jacket, Chris. But thank you”.

“No, no. You need to take it. Seriously”, Chris moved, getting into your space, going as far as to try to put the garment over your head.

“Woa, Chris–” You tried to push him away, but he ignored your protests.

“It won’t be any good if you catch a cold!”

“Chris!” You took a hold of the garment and jumped back away from him, keeping the hoodie in your hands.

Chris whined your name, he really whined. “Please, just… Take it. And wear it…”

He looked genuinely concerned, and it made you sigh immediately. You examined the item in your hands for a second, it was one of his oversized hoodies–oversized even on him. As you looked between the garment in your hands and Chris’ worried face, you couldn’t help but sigh. It was always hard for you to not give in to your roommate’s requests. “Fine, fine. I’ll take it, jeez”.

A bright smile settled on his lips as he watched you put on the hoodie, his eyes disappeared into crescents and his dimples were now on full display. The sight almost made you scream, he was just too damn cute and you felt your heart thump a bit faster against your ribcage as soon as your eyes landed on his form. 

“Happy now?” You huffed out, dragging your hands down your front, trying to help the fabric settle over your body. The thing was huge, the hem reached the middle of your thighs, and the sleeves pooled around your limbs, effectively engulfing your frame.

“Very”, Chris moved back into your space, bringing his hands up to fiddle with the hood of the hoodie, almost like he was trying to put it around your neck as a makeshift scarf. “Need a lift?” Satisfied with the position of the hood, his hands moved to your shoulders, dragging them over the fabric like he was trying to iron creases out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s fine”.

Chris’ gaze moved to look you in the eyes. The movement of his hands on your shoulders stopped, but he didn’t remove them.

Ever since you met him around a year ago, there had always been something about Chris’ eyes that made you feel oddly giddy. It was almost as if his gaze was trying to intimidate you. Your brain always urged you to look away whenever you looked him in the eyes for too long–which was silly, considering Chris was one of the most welcoming, caring people you’d ever met.

You never gave into that fight or flight instinct. On the contrary, subconsciously–and sometimes, even consciously, you’d admit–you made it a point to keep staring right back at him, almost like you were challenging him. Which was probably very stupid on your part, since you knew really well who he was–what he was.

Clearing your throat, you mustered the most confident tone you could to speak. “I have to… Have to go now”.

Chris blinked slightly, as if your voice had brought him back from a place deep within his thoughts. “Right…” 

His hands moved from your shoulders to cradle your face, and he took one step closer to press a kiss on your forehead. Chris did this often, especially before you left the house, you had seen him do it to his younger friends, too. The gesture always brought heat to your face, and you honestly didn’t think you’d ever get used to it.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Have fun, love!” was the last thing he told you before he turned around and returned to his room.

You left shortly after that, feeling actually thankful for the hoodie once you stepped out of the building, since it truly was cold out, and the garment surely helped you retain heat much better than the jacket you were planning on wearing.

That day, you had decided to stay at your friend’s place for an impromptu sleepover, and the entire thing triggered the second weird interaction with Chris that weekend, just that this time it was over text.

< You: heyyyyy darrliinnng,,,,  < just so you know i’m staying here today < dont forget to lock the door tonight < AGAIN

> Xtopher 🐺: i never forget to lock the door pretty girl > lier > liiiieeeerrr

You scoffed at the message, but you also couldn’t help but chuckle after. The nerve of this man, as if you hadn’t arrived home late at night or even the next day after going out to find that he didn’t lock the door. After a couple of minutes, Chris texted again.

> Xtopher 🐺: u guys on ur own?

< You: no < my friend’s older brothers are here < we’re playing mario kart

Chris had read your message. You could see he was online, and you saw the ‘typing…’ message appear and disappear for five whole minutes before he finally replied.

> Xtopher 🐺: u wearing the hoodie > ?

< You: yes?

> Xtopher 🐺: show me

You rolled your eyes, just slightly annoyed–or you tried to tell yourself you were annoyed, in reality you had a smile on your face, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit amused by Chris’ antics. You decided to humour him. After all, you hadn’t taken the hoodie off since you left your flat. If anyone asked, you’d just tell them the thing was comfortable–which wasn’t entirely a lie–but the truth was you continued wearing it just because you enjoyed the way you could smell him on it. It was almost like he was there, hugging you.

< You: [sent a photo]

> Xtopher 🐺: good > u should sleep in it cutie > its cold today

He’d mentioned this ‘it’s cold, you’ll catch a cold’ thing twice already. Chris could be overly protective of his friends, you’d seen it time and time again with your neighbours–his friends–and you’d even been on the receiving end of his worries many times in the past, so you decided not to think too much of it.

The moment you opened your flat’s door the next day, Chris was already pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let him hug you, because of course you did. It wasn’t like you never hugged, but it was honestly never like this–never had he held you this close, this tightly. Even if his behaviour had been slightly out of the ordinary you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him hug you, selfishly deciding that you would let yourself indulge.

What you had not been prepared for that day, though, was feeling Chris press his face to your neck, nor feeling his nose lightly brush the area right under your jaw. You tensed at the foreign feeling, and Chris tensed immediately after. He scrambled to pull himself away from you, mumbling a ‘sorry, welcome back. There’s food on the stove’ before he promptly disappeared into his room.

Things got weirder as days went by, Chris would simultaneously get close to you and try to keep himself as far away as possible. It got especially weird one night when his friend Seungmin came by. You’d hugged Seungmin to greet him–just like you always did–and you were both suddenly startled by a low growl. Seungmin’s eyes snapped in Chris’ direction, looking at him sitting on the sofa, glaring at you two. Seungmin had moved faster than you could even register the movement, walking as far away from you as possible and rambling on to his friend about something you honestly couldn’t even remember now.

You knew what Chris and his friends were. You knew what this entire building was–although you didn’t know it when you first moved here.

Your mother and Chris’ worked at the same company, so when he started to look for a roommate because ‘godforsaken bills are expensive as shit’, his mother had asked around the office for any possible candidate, and your mother had given her your contact details since you had been looking to move out for a few months by that point.

The building wasn’t particularly big, only four floors without counting the ground floor. You learnt after moving in that the building belonged to Changbin’s parents. Changbin was one of Chris’ closest friends, and that arrangement with his parents made it so the both of them and six other friends of theirs could move into this building.

At first, you had been hesitant to move in with a man, but on your first visit Chris had made you feel so comfortable and welcomed there was no doubt in your mind when you finally decided to move in.

You learnt of their… Condition four months after moving in. You had a date and the guys thought you wouldn’t be coming back that day. Chris was clearly not counting on your date being an absolute asshole and you running back to your flat that same night, because as soon as you stepped through the door you found three large ‘dogs’ in the middle of your living room with Chris and a handful of his friends surrounding them. They all gave you panicked looks, and after a lot of screaming and prying and questioning, Chris confessed to you that they were werewolves.

It had taken you a full week to accept the truth, but once you did every single odd behaviour you had noticed in Chris and his friends made a lot of sense. Their monthly ‘camping trip’ that would always conveniently happen when there was a full moon, how touchy and affectionate he and his friends were, ‘cuddles are a must!’ he would say often when holding onto someone, or how hot their skin was… The list could go on and on. Interestingly enough, they never made you feel threatened or in danger, on the contrary, they had welcomed you into their lives–into their den–and they even became your friends, too.

You had done a lot of reading on werewolves since then. Sometimes you asked Chris for details when you felt specially curious, other times you just went on the internet and dug out whatever you could find, but this odd behaviour of Chris’ lately was something you hadn’t inquired further into yet. You’d been too busy trying to study for your upcoming exams while balancing work, and that left no room for your mind to wander. Hell, you hadn’t even had time to fold your laundry, the pile of clothes being moved back and forth from the chair to your bed every morning and every night.

You were sitting on your chair, leaning over the desk in your room to scribble on the countless sheets of papers scattered around, trying to cram even more information into your brain. You certainly needed to take a break, but it was hard to bring yourself to. The universe, however, clearly had other plans for you.

The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still turned around and mustered a soft ‘come in’, only to see Chris open your door shortly after, making his way into your room.

“Hey, you wanna eat–” His movements stopped and his eyes opened wide as his gaze moved from the pile of clothes on your bed, to you, back to the clothes, and back to you.

“Ah, sorry for the mess. I haven’t had time to fold my clothes”, you shrugged, pulling the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing–his hoodie–down your arm again, since you usually had to roll it up to your elbow when you wanted to write to avoid shuffling the papers around.

Chris’ eyes followed your movement, and the doorknob he still held in his hand rattled slightly as his grip around it tightened–tight enough to make his fist tremble.

“Shit…” He mumbled, only to turn around and bolt out of your room. “Shit, shit, shit…” You could hear him swearing even as he walked away, and alarm bells started to ring in your head instantly.

Your body moved almost on its own, following him down the hall. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” He fumbled with his bag that had been discarded this morning by the sofa, pushing his laptop inside. “Gotta go…” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or not, but you pressed him further.

“Christopher, what’s wrong?”

“You… Shit… Go, go, go…” Chris made a beeline towards the front door, picking up his keys from their designated bowl on the bureau as soon as he made it to the entryway.

You couldn’t let him leave, not when he looked this… Well, you weren’t sure what he was feeling, but he was certainly frantic, and that couldn’t be a good sign. So you moved quickly, getting close to him so you could pull on his arm. “Chris–”

At that moment you were reminded that Chris and his friends were, in fact, otherworldly. You couldn’t even register the movement, one instant you were standing in the middle of the hall and the next you had your back against the wall, with Chris’ hands at either side of you and his body pressing you to it as his nose brushed against your neck, inhaling deeply.

“So fucking good…” His voice was barely a whisper, but there was absolutely no space between you, so you heard him. You heard him loud and clear. You should’ve felt intimidated, scared even. But right then, as you felt his warmth seep into you, and hearing the low tone of his voice, you couldn’t help but come to the realisation that you liked it.

“C–Chris”, your hands came up, your fingers barely brushed his sides, but then he moved away, rather abruptly.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m so sorry”, he brought his hands to his head, burying his fingers in his hair, and pulling the strands as he started to pace around the hall. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry”.

“Are you… Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, he was clearly extremely worried, and now that you got to look at him better, he almost looked in pain. It was starting to worry you.

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, and an incredulous look settled on his face. “Am I okay? I just pushed you against the wall and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You simply held his gaze, just like you always did. You didn’t know how long the stare-off lasted, probably a few seconds, but it felt eternal. You would’ve continued staring back at him had a growl not resonated from deep within his chest, making the fine hairs at your nape stand on end and your eyes go wide in surprise, while his shut tightly. “Stop looking me in the eyes, God. Do you have any idea what that does to my head?”

“What does it do?” You could guess what it did. You could guess because you had thought about it before. 

Chris was an alpha werewolf, he was the leader of his pack, and you knew that eye contact could potentially mean you were challenging his role in the group. And maybe you were. Maybe you were just trying to get him to react.

“Makes me want to–” Chris cut himself short, gritting his teeth and grimacing slightly. When he opened his eyes again, they were almost pleading. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ve been… Been trying really hard to not make you uncomfortable, but here I am being a total creep”.

You finally detached yourself from the wall, walking a few steps closer to him, and his body tensed at the proximity. “I don’t think you’re a creep, I’m actually really worried about you. You’ve been acting weird all week, what’s going on?”

“Shit, you… You really have no idea, do you?” Chris’ entire body was taut as he stared you up and down, and the motion made you gulp, almost audibly.

“About what?” You took another tentative step closer. Your brain did register the danger, it urged you to run away, but there was something in you that wouldn’t let you, that wanted you to move as close to him as you could.

Chris’ gaze moved back up to look at your face briefly, only to dip lower slightly, looking at your neck. His tongue peeked from within his mouth, licking his lips almost absentmindedly as he looked at you. “How fucking good you smell”, he inhaled sharply. The action somehow brought heat to your face, it made you blush. “Fuck, it’s been driving me nuts all week. It’s been driving me nuts for months, but especially this week…”

He took a step closer, only to stop his movements as soon as they started, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. You stayed silent, rooted on the spot right where you were, which he clearly noticed. “You need to get away from me. I’m… Dangerous, fuck. The things roaming in my head right now… Shit…”

You knew he was right. You needed to leave. But you really couldn’t bring yourself to. “What are you thinking about? Tell me”.

Shaking his head, Chris shut his eyes tightly, and a faint blush settled on his cheeks. Against your better judgement, you walked another step closer, just as your eyes roamed his form. You had failed to notice before, but now it was very obvious to you what was going on. Your eyes went wide in surprise, and you just couldn’t stop your tongue from leaving your mouth to lick your lips as you noticed the tent in his joggers. He was… He was huge, and you would lie if you said you were not affected by the sight.

Chris’ eyes snapped open, and yours snapped back up to look him in the eyes again. Shit, he’d caught looking, and something was starting to change in his eyes as he looked back at you. Gulping the saliva that had collected in your mouth, you found the courage to ask. “Are you… Are you going through your rut already?”

“So it seems”, he took a step closer towards you.

“Is this why you’ve been lending me one of your hoodies every day? To leave your scent on me?” 

His ears grew red, but he kept his mouth tightly shut. His eyes scanned your face for a bit only to finally settle on your neck once again, giving you a minute nod of his head.

“Be honest with me, Christopher. Why are you doing it? Is this something you do with our friends, too, to keep them safe or something?” You needed to know. You needed to know what he thought of you. Did he think of you in the same ways that you had thought of him all these months?

Chris inhaled deeply once again, and he took another step closer. “No, this is not something I do to my friends. I just can’t bear thinking there might be anyone out there that could smell you and get any ideas, especially not when you’re fucking ovulating”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, just as you felt wetness pool in your core, and Chris growled. He literally growled, like an animal, and the sound made you a bit lightheaded, but probably not for the reasons it should have. “Fuck, why are you… Why are you getting turned on by this? You know full well what I am. Go lock yourself in your fucking room while I can still think and hold back”.

“What if… What if I don’t want to lock myself in my room?” You licked your lips, and Chris’ eyes followed the movement, just as another low growl resonated from deep within him. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?”

You felt your back hit the wall again, but it was hard to register it when you could also feel Chris’ lips on yours, when you could feel him kissing you so eagerly. A small whimper escaped your mouth as soon as he kissed you, and you immediately kissed him back, grabbing his shirt tightly in your fists to pull him as close to you as you could while his hands found their way to your lower back. 

You could feel his hardened length press against your belly, and it made you whine. One of his hands dipped lower from your back to grope one of your buttocks while the other dragged up your front, finding one of your breasts and squeezing it. His grip was strong, firm and you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth, eliciting a grunt from his lips.

When Chris separated his mouth from yours, he diverted his attention to your neck, pressing his nose under your jaw and inhaling deeply once again. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. So sweet and fertile”, the hand on your breast shuffled, and his fingers found your nipple, pinching it over the fabric of your hoodie–his hoodie. “I want you to be mine, fuck. Mine and only mine. I’ve wanted it for so long”.

Your inner walls clenched around nothing, and you felt more wetness pool at your core as soon as his words registered in your brain. Chris noticed, because of course he did, how could he not when his enhanced senses seemed to be able to pick up even the smallest changes in your body. He rolled his hips to grind his cock against you, grunting, letting you feel him. “You want that, too, yeah? Wanna be mine? Just say it, love, and I’ll make you mine. All mine”, he emphasised his words with another squeeze to your breast, making you whine.

“Wanna–Wanna be yours… Wanted to for so long, too”.

“Fuck…” He moved his hand from your breast, dragging all the way up for him to take a hold of the back of your neck while his lips returned to yours.

He kissed you with force, with need, his tongue made its way into your mouth to find yours eagerly waiting for him, ready to dance against his. You felt dizzy, completely overcome by his presence around you–his hands, his tongue, his mouth, the sounds he made, how warm he felt under your hands… All combined was steadily clouding your reason–not like you had much of it left since you had moved into this place.

Chris scooped you into his arms, the action was so sudden it made you yelp as your legs wrapped around his middle on instinct and your arms looped around his neck for stability. No one had ever been able to pick you up like this, this… Easily. 

You weren’t exactly light, you’d always been on the curvier, chubbier side–which you’d always liked about yourself, you did feel pretty, but you had never let anyone even remotely try to carry you. Yet, Chris didn’t seem to struggle one bit, as if you weighed nothing. Moving with purpose, he started to whisper in your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. So good. I’ll treat you so well, just like you deserve”.

Your hands trembled slightly as you held onto his shoulders. “Chris…”

“God…” Chris reached your room, pushing the door closed with his foot as soon as he was inside. “Say my name again”.

“Chris”, your voice was barely a whisper, with your lips almost pressed to his ear as you spoke.

“Again” He dropped you on your bed, right on top of your unfolded clothes. Taking a hold of the back of his vest top, he pulled it over his head, and your mouth immediately watered at the sight. He was so incredibly handsome, you could almost feel your hands tremble with excitement at the prospect of finally getting to touch him just how you’d been wanting to

“Chris”, you repeated, looking up at him as he kneeled between your legs. He was so broad, you just couldn’t stop your hands from reaching out to palm his shoulders while his fingers hooked on the waistband of your leggings, and you gasped when he pulled them roughly down your legs.

“Fuck… Look at you”, his hands found your inner thighs, rubbing them up and down, dragging them over your skin for a bit to warm up, only to grip them tightly after, making you squeal. 

He pushed your legs apart, roughly, all so he could shove his face between your legs. His nose prodded your clothed entrance, making you moan softly, and a low growl seemed to have started to rumble deep within him. Never had you felt this affected by anyone, every single one of his movements had your skin on fire, your senses alert, and especially now, as his tongue dragged over the wet spot on your underwear, making you swear under your breath.

By the time you registered the movement, Chris had already torn your underwear apart, the thing reduced to shredded scraps that he simply threw on the floor, looking almost offended that the garment had been on you in the first place. His gaze fixed on your core, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips as two of his fingers came to collect your essence, spreading it all over your slit.

“So fucking wet”, his fingers moved from your entrance to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had you whimpering under his touch. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers moved down again.

“Who?” He shoved two of his digits into you, the wetness between your legs letting them enter you with ease. The sudden intrusion had you throwing your head back, curling your toes, and you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his fingers moving in and out of you, deliciously dragging against your walls.

“You, Chris!” His tongue swiped over your clit, and as soon as he tasted you, an almost animalistic groan escaped his throat. 

His mouth was relentless, kissing and licking your clit while his fingers fucked you open. Time and space slipped between your fingers, all thoughts in your brain disappeared as your mind filled only with Chris and his fingers and his tongue and the sounds he made. If him eating you out and fingering you felt like this, you couldn’t even fathom how it’d be like when he fucked you, but you were certainly more than ready to find out.

Two fingers turned into three, that later turned into four, stretching you open to your limits while his tongue on your clit coaxed the lewdest sounds to come out of your lips. The most alluring part of it all, though, was his eyes, staring deep into yours. It was almost as if he was finally getting his payback for all the times you had stared back at him in the past, like he was trying to remind you, to shove in your face, just who was the predator and who was the prey.

And it made you feel warm, really warm. Sweat collected on the back of your neck as his fingers stretched you open and his tongue worked you up. A low, constant growl rumbled from him, you could feel the vibrations on your thigh that rested on his shoulder, and you could’ve sworn it had your whole bed vibrating with it. All you could do under his touch was moan and pant and whine, completely unable to form any coherent sentences when he had his mouth on you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your walls spasmed repeatedly around his fingers, and your whole body shook with your release. The onslaught of sensations had tears pricking your eyes, had you struggling to get air into your lungs. The fact that your upper body was still covered by his hoodie probably added to that slight feeling of suffocation as warmth continued to spread all over your body.

Chris finally pulled his fingers out of you, and he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, savouring the taste of you on his tongue with a deep growl. Attaching his lips to your thighs, he peppered them with kisses, licks, and bites, leaving purple splotches on your skin, mumbling to himself–the words falling against your skin, vaguely sounding like ‘so pretty, so, so pretty, so pretty, my pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good, gonna stuff you full, pretty, pretty’.

When he was satisfied with the art he left on your thighs he shuffled so he could kneel between your legs again. “Off”, Chris tugged on the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off of you in one swift motion, making your body bounce a bit when you fell back onto the bed as soon as the garment was off. “Fuck… Have you been wearing my clothes like this all the time?” His hands dragged all the way from your neck, down your breasts, your belly, and you could see his eyes taking you in, roaming all over your naked form as you laid under him.

“Only when–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers started to tease your nipples, when you noticed his eyes were absolutely fixed on your chest. Chris seemed to be completely enthralled by the sight in front of him, by your sensitive skin under his fingertips, by the sounds he was coaxing out of your mouth with his fingers working your chest. 

Swallowing, and after taking a deep breath, you got enough clarity in your mind to speak again. “Only when I want to feel like you’re the one warming me up”, there was a permanent blush on your face, it had made its home there as soon as his mouth connected to your heat earlier, so letting out one of your deepest secrets hardly changed your outer state.

Chris’ gaze snapped up from your chest to lock eyes with you, and you felt your breath catching in your throat again. You had never seen his eyes looking this dark. He had the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen, but right now his pupils almost completely engulfed that warm brown of his, leaving only black behind. With one final lick of his lips, his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply, hungrily. You’d admit that during your time living here, you had wondered many times how his lips would feel, how’d it be if he kissed you. They looked soft, plump, and now that you finally got a taste you were sure you wanted to have them on you as many times as possible, for as long as possible.

Taking your lower lip between his teeth, Chris moved away from you, eliciting a whimper to escape from your mouth once he released you. He got rid of his joggers, and his cock stood tall and proud between his legs. Fluid leaked from his tip–a lot of fluid–clear and thick. He collected some of it in his palm, coating himself thoroughly before he finally wrapped his fingers around his length, pumping it. 

You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to get a better view, and you were completely captivated by the sight of his head popping out of his fist as he jerked himself, subconsciously licking your lips while you stared. He was bigger, girthier, than any regular human you’d seen, much less fucked. Quite honestly, it was slightly intimidating, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not when the only thoughts in your mind right now were Chris and his fucking werewolf cock.

In one swift movement, Chris took a hold of your hips and pulled you further down on the bed, making you yelp. Your upper body fell back on the mattress with the motion, and he pushed your thighs together, moving them towards your chest. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he spread saliva over his palm before he wrapped his fingers around his length and coated himself in it–not like he needed it, since clear fluid continued to constantly leak from his tip.

“You look so good like this… You’re so fucking gorgeous”, bringing your legs towards him, he let them rest on his chest. His tip brushed your thighs, right where your supple flesh met, close to your core but not making contact with it, making you shudder as you felt his slick on your skin. “So soft, too”, Chris eased himself between your thighs with a satisfied groan, and your walls clenched around nothing while he held your legs in place and his hips started to thrust back and forth. “Even here, especially here. All mine to enjoy…”

Even if he was not actively stimulating you, this was quite possibly one of the most arousing things someone had ever done to you. The sight of his tip poking between your legs, the feel of his hips against your skin, all added to the look on his face as he looked down at you like you were his meal had you moaning softly, and even whining a bit.

“Fuck, I can almost taste how horny you are… Your scent’s everywhere. So fucking delicious”, his pace picked up, his hips collided against you with force as he fucked your thighs. Not only was it the sound of wet skin against wet skin, but also the feel of him hitting the back of your thighs that had you grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, that had your whole body feeling tingling with need.

“Chris, please…” You weren’t even sure yourself what you were begging for, but as you stared back into his eyes you felt the urge to beg, so you did.

He pushed your thighs apart with force, and one of his hands took a hold of your hip, angling you just how he needed you to be, just how he wanted you to be, while the other took a hold of his cock, bringing close to your heat to tease your clit with his tip. The contact of his bare skin against yours had your breath catching in your throat, and Chris had a similar reaction as he stared at his cock brushing over your folds.

You knew he was clean, you two had gone to one of those pop-up clinics with Changbin around a month ago since he wanted some moral support after a scare. You’d gotten tested for the heck of it, just as did Chris, both coming up negative, and neither of you had been with anyone after–not like you could think too much about it anyway, you were so far gone you would’ve probably let him do anything to you without any second thought, because you wanted him to do those things, at this point, you felt like you needed him. Badly.

When his length started to make its way into your core, slowly stretching your walls, you truly got to feel his size. You were dripping, as was he–his cock still covered in the mix of his saliva and his slick–and he had prepped you with his fingers, but it was almost nothing compared to this. Bringing a hand to your core, you started to rub circles on your clit, trying to get yourself to relax.

“You’re doing well, baby. So good for me…” He was half way in, and you could hardly breathe. One of his hands moved to tweak your nipple, the stimulation coupled with the one of your fingers on your clit helped ease some of that sting you could feel between your legs.

“C–Chris”, you whimpered softly, looking him in the eyes. 

Chris was an alpha, you knew that already, but as you your eyes found his you were able to understand part of his nature. Not because he looked dominant, or lustful, or borderline animalistic, but because he looked at you like he wanted to protect you, to comfort you. Even if he surely wanted to fuck you into oblivion, the need to provide comfort to you was clearly overpowering that need to mount you.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re a brave girl, I know you can take what’s yours”, with one final push of his hips he finally bottomed out.

Your fingers moved away from your clit as you exhaled–shit, you hadn’t even realised you had been holding your breath. Chris’ hands came to rest on your thighs, dragging them up and down in soothing motions. You felt impossibly full, completely stretched to your limits–had he been any bigger you doubt you would’ve been able to take him in at all.

“Fuck, so tight and warm…” His fingers came to toy with your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. A low growl resonated in his chest, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he licked his lips while he threw his head back to enjoy the feeling of your walls wrapped snugly around him. “I’ll fuck you so good, pretty. I’ll make you all mine”.

You took a deep breath, and your eyes found his once he finally opened them to look at you again. You were still slightly breathless, but that didn’t seem to overpower the determination in your voice. “Do it, then. Fuck me good, Christopher”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, it was as if something snapped within him. The comforting, caring look left his eyes completely, replaced by an animalistic, dark look. When his thumb found your clit, rubbing precise circles on it, and his hips pulled back, only to snap back into you almost immediately, starting a fast, hard pace, you couldn’t help but cry out. It was a lot, a lot but somehow not enough at the same time. 

Your walls adjusted quickly, the harsh sound of his hips hitting your skin made you dizzy, and it was almost like you could feel him in your throat whenever he thrusted all the way in. If you ever thought you had been fucked hard in your life, that had been nothing compared to the way Chris was fucking you now. 

His fingers dug on the skin of your thigh, you could already feel bruises forming under his hold, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was having his hands on you, having his body over you, and having his cock fuck you open.

His thumb never left your clit, and before you could even register it building, your release hit you, making him growl at the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he kept pounding into you. “So good for me, love. You’re taking me so fucking well. Can’t wait to fill you to the brim”.

Barely giving you time to catch your breath, Chris pulled out of you to take a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you on your stomach, so he could pull your hips up for your lower body’s weight to rest on your knees. “Look at these hips, fuck…”

He pushed his cock into you again, taking the air away from your lungs as he resumed his relentless pace. “So fucking perfect… So breedable and ready for me”.

The hold his hands had on your hips was firm, strong, his fingers dug on your skin, and the fullness of your flesh gave him plenty of leverage to grip you tightly and push you back to meet his thrusts. “You’ll carry my pups so well, love. So fucking well. You’re so fucking perfect”.

You could barely keep your upper body propped up on your elbows, grabbing handfuls of the sheets to keep yourself mildly grounded. You honestly couldn’t do anything other than moan and whine and whimper his name. His hand sneaked around your hip to rub circles on your clit. You were sensitive from your previous orgasms still, added to the stretch of his monster cock, his fingers on that bundle of nerves between your legs had you almost seeing stars as soon as he started to stimulate it.

The sudden sting between your legs brought your senses back to reality, only enough to remember what alpha males experienced when they were going through their rut, something you had read once, and when you’d asked Chris about it he had blushed profusely and walked away from you, leaving you hanging.

“Chris!” You whimpered, feeling the extra stretch steadily growing within your walls.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, I know you can”, his fingers on your clit sped up impossibly faster, rubbing you for a while, building your release once again only for you to finally come crashing down.

His hips stuttered with the feel of your walls spasming around him, and by the way your walls stretched around his length, by the way his knot kept catching at your entrance as it grew, you figured he was getting close to his own climax. Chris leaned over you, with his chest against your back and his hand pressed your lower belly, lightly gripping your soft skin, he whispered in your ear. “Take my knot, baby. I know you can take it in your perfect little cunt. I’m gonna stuff you full of my pups soon and you’ll take it all, yeah?”

“Y–yes…” Your voice was hoarse, barely even loud enough for yourself to hear, but Chris heard you. There was no way he wouldn’t hear you when he was so close to you, when you might as well had been one and the same at this very moment. A low, drawn out growl reverberated against your back when he finally came, when he finally shoved his knot as deep as he could within your walls for his seed to fill you up.

It felt like he was coming for an eternity, his cum spurted endlessly from his cock while he rubbed his face on your shoulder, your neck, your back, mumbling ‘mine, all mine, my pretty girl, all for me…’ nonstop, mumbling the words like he didn’t even need to think about them, like it was all he could focus on while he filled you to the brim. A ringing broke free in your ears, your whole body ached and you felt truly stuffed completely full by the time Chris finally stopped coming.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he manoeuvred your bodies, taking special care to not let his knot pull too much while you moved. He laid you both on your side, this position allowed you to feel less of that pulling sensation between your legs, leaving only a dull ache that seemed to ease the longer you spent laying there in his arms. Even if you were achy and in a bit of pain, you couldn’t help but feel immensely satisfied, oddly proud of yourself after taking this much.

Chris pressed pecks on your shoulder, just as he caressed the soft skin of your lower belly while he whispered words of encouragement on your skin–‘you took me so well, baby. So, so well, I’m so lucky, you’re so good to me…’ He did this for a while, a while of his lips trailing kisses from your shoulder to your neck and back again, a while of goosebumps rising on your skin wherever he touched. His soothing, caring motions made your eyelids heavy, almost lulling you to sleep.

“I’m sorry, baby…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your shoulder, pulling you back from that semi-asleep state you were falling into.

You sought his arm, gently caressing him, and you felt goosebumps of his own raise under your touch. “Why are you apologising?” 

“For… For having you go through this”, he sounded apologetic, ashamed, even, and you didn’t like it one bit.

You scoffed, almost offended. “Don’t let it get to your head, babe, but this is probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had”.

Chris laughed, incredulous. “Fuck, I don’t know who’s crazier here, me or you”, he was starting to sound more like his every day self, and it made you smile. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy, just how you always felt whenever you spent time with him.

“Clearly me. I’m the one who begged a fucking werewolf to fuck me”, you chuckled, as did Chris.

A comfortable silence settled between you two, you took his hand in yours, bringing it close to your mouth so you could press kisses on his palm, his fingers, all while he kept kissing your shoulders, your neck… A comfortable silence spent just cuddling each other, enjoying each other’s warmth and each other’s company.

You were silent for a while, until a question popped in your head suddenly, and curiosity wouldn’t let you just keep it to yourself. “Isn’t it too soon for you to start your rut? I remember you telling me about the previous one, it wasn’t that long ago, only a handful of months, no?”

“It was supposed to start later this month, which is why I was still in the house…” During his last rut, Chris had left the flat for a few days to stay at one of the vacant flats in the building–something he and the rest could do thanks to an arrangement Changbin had with his parents–that was actually how you came to know about ruts in the first place. 

Burying his face in your neck, Chris inhaled deeply, letting out a content sigh right after. “Since my rut was so close, I guess your ovulation triggered it”, he chuckled, but his body suddenly tensed. He removed his hand from your hold so he could lay his palm flat on your lower belly, and when he spoke he sounded slightly panicked. “Shit… Fuck, I’ll get you the morning after pill”.

That made you laugh, loudly. “Are you for real? After all that talk about breeding me and me carrying your pups?”

“That’s… It’s a biological thing, okay?” Embarrassment clung to his voice, and it made you chuckle softly. “I’m on my rut, of course all the wolf wants is to breed you. I mean, I can’t blame him, look at these hips, fuck…” He took a hold of your hip, the soft flesh dipped under his hold when he gripped it tightly. When he finally released it, he caressed the area.

“But I… Uh… I haven’t even taken you on a date yet! We can’t have children like this”, he tapped his fingers on your hip, just as his lips resumed their motions, pressing soft pecks on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea either”, sure, it was hot while you fucked, but now that you can actually think like a person you knew he was right, and you decided to come clean. “Anyway, just so you know, I’m on birth control. The one that makes you ovulate still apparently”, you chuckled softly, and you felt Chris’ body relax behind you.

Chris hummed against your skin. “Lucky me… You do smell so good. You always do, but fuck, this week… Unbearable. Had me hard most of the time, could barely hide it. Can’t believe you didn’t even notice, it’s not exactly easy to hide…”

“I can’t believe you’ve been fucking scenting me all week”, you chuckled.

“Babe, don’t think ill of me, but I started scenting you a month after you moved in…” 

You blinked a few times, and you wished you could look him in the eyes right now. “What? Why?”

He mumbled something against your skin, something you couldnʼt quite catch. “What was that?”

Chris sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you further into him. “I said… I couldn’t stand when you came home smelling of other men… I couldn’t stand thinking of them doing things with you, to you, that I wished I could do…”

A blush spread over your cheeks, and you were honestly unable to say anything other than a barely audible ‘oh…ʼ

“So, yeah. I’ve, uh… I’ve liked you for a long time, if you couldn’t tell…”

Slowly, you noticed how his knot started to deflate, and his seed started to pour out of you and onto the mess of clothes under you. “Shit… My laundry”, you chuckled, honestly not caring much about having to wash another load. “I like you, too, Chris. A lot”.

He hummed, further burying his face in the back of your neck as his knot deflated completely, allowing you to move freely again. “I can’t believe you had your clothes here on your bed like this, fuck… Almost gave me a heart attack”.

“Why?” 

Chris propped himself on an elbow, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he moved over you and off of the bed. “Because, pretty baby”, he stretched his limbs, groaning a bit, giving your eyes the opportunity to roam every single defined muscle on his body. A sight that you really appreciated. “With your scent as sweet as it was, and you wearing my hoodie, it was almost like you had prepared a pretty little nest for me to fuck your brains out in”.

You had completely forgotten about nests and what they meant to wolves, and you felt heat immediately come to your face, blushing profusely. “Oh…”

“Subconsciously, it’s almost like you did”, Chris chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here in your pretty nest, little one. I’ll prepare something for you while I can still think like a man. I don’t think I’ll be able to when my rut hits me fully. Need to keep hydrated and well fed so you can take me this well each time”.

Author’s notex2: so, as i added in the note at the beginning, as of 31/03/2023 this work was re-edited to better reflect my current writing style. i decided to update this post instead of posting it again because i just didn’t want the old version still around lol, but if you want it back, let me know. i saved it and might consider posting it separately for nostalgic value.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments:  It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

© therhythmafterthesummer 2022-2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

Constructive feedback is always welcome :)

[cleanyoman]

Keeping up with the Kitties (Updated)

-free-

a unique and cozy napping furniture with a touch of nostalgia.

The kitties, who have become the beloved pets of many households, have found a new home in the frame of a retro television set. This new addition to your gameplay not only gives your furry friends a cozy spot to nap in, but it also allows them to feel like the stars they truly are. After all, cats are often the main characters in their owners' lives and deserve the royal treatment.

This unique napping furniture not only provides a comfortable spot for your kitties to rest, but it also adds a touch of nostalgia to your home decor. The retro television set frame is a perfect fit for the furry stars of your household, giving them a sense of importance and belonging. With this new addition, your kitties will surely be the envy of all their feline friends and will bask in the extra attention they receive from their owners.

I created the first version of this during the 2020 lockdown when I was learning to make custom content (CC) for my own gameplay. It remains my most downloaded CC to date and was what got me hooked on making and sharing more. Since then, I have significantly improved my skills, and creating this new and improved TV cat-napping furniture has been a way to gauge my progress. I hope you and your sims enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed making it.

Happy Simming!

10 Maxis Match textures

Hand-painted Spec Maps to make shiny things shine and matte things.… not.

Custom-made thumbnails (for the first time)

Slots for your belongings are available in various sizes.

Optimized for laptop users! - Only 300 polygons.

Could possibly also be used by small dogs - I haven't tried, so please let me know if you do!

And as alway free download on CurseForge;)

[grandgtaman1a]

Domestic life with Trevor and Franklin[Headcanon]

Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]

AN: There may be a few inaccuracies Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not repost Requests are open Sorry it took time and please it's a humble request to reblog so it gains more attraction to the blog rather than like, please. The image is only for visual representation

Trevor Phillips

Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.

Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.

You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.

Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.

In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.

You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.

Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.

You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.

Franklin Clinton

You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.

Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.

Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.

You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.

Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.

You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.

Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.

Note: Don't just like please reblog it too helps with the algorithm a simple reblog is fine too.

[nutria--oscura]

The Oak family make me so mentally ill actually

Like, for starters, the generational trauma that cannot and will not be shaken off:

The very obvious first point is The Doodler. 'The Curse of The Doodler' passed down from generation to generation. Even after Lark and Sparrow release it, the curse still haunts them as the apocalypse they have to bear the blame for. Now Dood is walking amongst them, as a teen protected by the teens, and all Lark and Sparrow can do is look him in the eye (not even really). Lark wants to end this generational trauma by killing Dood but Normal wants to do it but helping it (parallel to what we see happen in s2 ep23 when they sit on the Throne).

The next obvious ones are the veganism (has been an Oaks thing since Hildy's grandmother, if not great-grandmother).

and the 'shoes on' household. Something Henry started due to always being barefoot in Oakvale cause of Barry's Rules. Something that is still instilled with Normal and Hero.

All of the Oaks have a dislike towards their kids/parents. Hildy hated Barry cause he abused her for so long and in the final years of her life he abandoned her in Oakvale and left her to die. Barry and Henry fought constantly, Barry creating more Oakvalians cause Henry would never have been good enough for him. Henry and Lark straight up just do not get along, especially after Henry took the Gauntlets of Ogre Power (which in Lark's eyes caused Walter to get injured and almost caused Sparrow to die), ESPECIALLY after Henry pulled to rogue card. Henry and Sparrow don't talk anymore which is something I will get into later on. Lark and Sparrow weren't even Henry's favourite kids, it was his pet bird Beanie. Honestly, I'm kind of scared to see what Henry and Birdie's relationship is like. Then we have Sparrow and Normal. Sparrow is open about being not being proud of Normal and wishing he was more 'normal'. Finally we have Sparrow and Hero. Sparrow probably isn't that proud or happy with Hero either since she just noped out of being the chosen one. (check out this post)

Another kinda obvious one, the (very strong) family resemblance. They all look so alike, so similar, of course they're going to be the least likely to change and break tradition. (post)

SPARROW AND HENRY NO LONGER TALKING - so many implications. Like, is it because of the shit Lark and Sparrow pulled with Hero? Cause he married a centrist (/j)? Was it because Sparrow (potentially) used the memory syringes on Rebecca to keep their marriage in tact(more in a bit)? Some other reason which we will later find out? Is it why Sparrow can no longer turn into a Love Wolf? Or the final straw as to why he can't?

SPARROW, REBECCA AND THE SYRINGES - So. In s2 ep18 when Normal asks Sparrow if Rebecca knew about all the Doodler stuff, Sparrow says "Your mom doesn't know… about what's going on." ... "that's kind of how we… stayed married." Later, we get to know, from Hero, that Rebecca did in fact know what was happening - that she was involved in what happened to Hero when she was younger, "mom and dad, just sort of looked at me as like, the golden child. They weren't like with me, they were like demanding things of me." So potentially, Lark and/or Sparrow used the syringes on Rebecca cause she threatened their marriage over what happen with Hero. (POST)

Speaking of Hero's childhood - Other than what happened very obviously traumatising her, "they showed me a glimpse of the Doodler for a second and I cried for 3 weeks straight," it also very heavily strained her relationship with Normal: "I feel like things have been choppy between us for a while" ... "It felt like I shouldn't befriend you, cause I knew at some point I'd have to like, sacrifice myself heroically and I didn't want to make you lose me in that way, so I felt like 'I should just keep him at arms length.' " It is suck a stark contrast and parallel to the (toxically) codependent relationship Lark and Sparrow have

HENRY - The fact that Henry is the last of the dads that is alive is so depressing and so expected. He has elf blood and is a high level druid, of course he's still alive. He is (most probably - we don't know the situation with Mercedes and Birdie) alone, all of his closest friends are dead, his sons don't talk to him and because of that he probably hasn't seen his grandchildren in ages either. If something happened to Mercedes and Birdie and Henry is truly alone, there are parallels with Hildy's final years (this post and the tags)

[charlottecbordeaux]

So apparently I can’t move my body due to this PAIN I have on my side so-

🌼Marigold Cookie🌼

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: Unknown but estimated to be around 35 (due to her powers not fully controlled she looks like a young adult)

Pet: Cream Cat

Dislikes: anything related to her past, anything that can bring her trauma up, fighting (war), the boogie man that she thinks lives under the bed or in the closet

Likes: The family she has now, her friends, flowers, herb tea, fairy tales, sweet food (especially cake)

[CRK type]

Support/Rear

[CRK skill]

The changing nature

Depending on the teams HP the skill’s power will change. If the team’s HP is above 50% Marigold Cookie will heal her team and while protecting them by creating a wall of vine and flowers between the team and monsters/other team. If the team’s Hp is below 50% Marigold will panic causing her powers to attack the other team by attacking them with vines while releasing sleeping gas that will inflict a sleeping debuff onto them.

[CROB skill]

Marigold will start to grow plants using her powers destroying obstacles along the way. The obstacles that get destroyed will turn into flower jellies for Marigold to collect. Once she grows up to 4 plants Marigold will let her power burst out causing all obstacles in the screen to turn into flower jellies.

[Description]

Fragile as a flower and timid as a mouse, Marigold cookie sells flowers the best she can in her small flower shop located in Parfaedia. Everyone was afraid of her first due to her powers but with the help of her friends and new family her flowers are now popular among the magic city’s citizens. Kind to everyone and always trying her best Marigold works hard to make her customers happy. Although her powers can be dangerous when she’s feeling bad, everyone can’t help but smile when they see flowers bloom in her hair and around her when she’s happy.

[Headcanons]

-Her past is so bad that probably tumblr would ban me BUT I will say that when she was still with her original family she was the slave, punching bag, experimental rodent, target, etc. Also she had her only favorite book destroyed in front of her, had her hair cut in the worst way, and her kitten thrown into the witch’s kitchen. In front of her, from a window. So yeah. EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC PAST. did I also say her family was a cult that praised DE and brainwashed her?

-Her powers were from millennial tree cookie. She only started to used them when was a teen and when she did things got worst for her.

-She met Almond when she was in the middle of a mental breakdown causing life to wither away around her shop and vines to grow all over inside her shop (And also Almond was the first person ever to hug her-)

-All the household chores and cooking she did ever since she was 3 grew her into a master housekeeper/5 star chef.

-Every time she’s happy flowers would bloom a bit around her. When she’s with Almond flowers would bloom around her AND on her head.

-She’s taking lessons from Latte on how to control her powers

-actually a very powerful healer

-She doesn’t like causing trouble to the point where she could be extremely selfless at times

-The dress she always wears was actually from Honey Mead Cookie and it’s from a very high end brand. Marigold doesn’t know this though.

-She would sometimes take lunch directly to Almond since they work a few minutes away from each other.

-Since she’s brainwashed and lived with a closed off cult… She doesn’t know what’s normal or common sense. Example: she thought only people who are worthy had birthdays and that she didn’t have one.

-SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.

-She still believes in the boogie man

[Lines]

“I-is there anything I c-can do for you…?”

“I-I-I’m so sorry…!!”

“Almond Cookie…! -flowers bloom in her hair-“

“L-Let me heal you.”

(Art from @flowery-draws , とわ (twt), taaaango (twt), and yiongurte (instagram)!!)

[cowboyjen68]

Hi, need some advice

I’m 28 and my wife is 26, we’ve been married for 4 years and she’s wants a baby. She asked during our first year of marriage but I said no because I thought we were to young and I wasn’t financially stable enough, but honestly there were just excuses. She recently asked again and I don’t know what to say. I think we’re both old enough, I make great money at my current job, we have the space, but part of me is scared. What if I’m a bad parent. My parents were not the best, my dad was in the military and almost never around when he was home, and my mom left whenever my dad was home and would only show up when he was deploying. I work in a corporate setting so I make well over 6 figures, but I’m gone almost 3 to 4 months of the year due to business deals and meetings. And I don’t wanna be like my parents and never there for my kid. I wanna give my kid everything I didn’t have but I’m scared I’ll just end up like my parents( My dad). My wife has been so supportive of me and has helped me get to where I am now and I feel like the least I could due is give her baby, but I don’t know how to tell her how I’m feeling about it.

Wanting to have and raise kids is the first and best step to becoming a good parent. If you did not want kids or you were hesitating because you did not want the committment of children it would be a whole different thing. If you don't want kids don't have kids. If you are happy at the thought of raising a family and the work seems worth it and something you and your wife can handle together then absolutely move forward.

We are not destined to be our parents or repeat their faults, especially when we are aware of the mistakes they might have made, whether intentional or accidentally.

As far as travel is concerned, kids can handle that especially in this age of technology and things like zoom, facetime etc. I know families in which on parent travels quite a bit and they have built in to their routine Marco Polo videos, zoom calls and even letter writing as a way to stay engaged and have fun connecting without little kids getting too bored.

Your wife should have lots of on ground support in your absence. Having a built in (or two or three) emergency sitter just in case is a great relief. Make sure you have a good pet boarding facility and are in good standing if you have dogs or cats so that if something were to arise she has back up when you are away. Putting in place these kinds of support take a lot of worry off the table. A cleaning service can help as well as a decent list of good places she can call for things like car problems, plumbing and other household repairs.

Take time from your job (you probably get adoption or maternity leave even if you are not the birth mom) to bond with an new arrival, baby or not. The first few months are important to establish a relationship with both new borns or older kids in the case of adoption or foster.

When you are home you don't have to over compensate for your absence. Your child and wife will have a routine in place, don't disrupt that too much. It will stress you and them out. Just becasue you have been gone you don't need to "make up lost time" if you have been communicating with your family while away. Make sure you take time for your wife and don't feel guilty for getting a baby sitter once in a while, you still need your intimate connection (grown up time) with each other.

Lots of families are healthy and happy with both parents working 40 plus hours and barely making ends meet. If creating and nuturing a family is what you both want, go for it.

[whinlatter]

Also how do you think ginny and Harry's marital life was? Did they get married early?Did Ginny sometimes resent her husband's profession? As a couple do you think they fought often?

Thanks so much for always replying to all the asks so wonderfully! You're so amazing!!!

I think Harry and Ginny's marital life was happy, of course! I think their marriage was a singular source of stability and renewing joy throughout their adult lives. (can you imagine if I was like... nah, it was garbage, divorce)

Without further ado... here's too many words and thoughts on Harry and Ginny's married life and careers, and some fic recs that have helped shape how I think about it dotted throughout. Come for the twee house descriptions, stay for the rant about neoliberal feminism at the end I guess!

On married life and the Potter household:

I love the idea of the Potters presiding over this ramshackle chaos household in big house near the sea, with a great big garden and treehouse for their kids and the cousins and various pets to maraud about all over the place. I actually think quite a lot about the house they'd be in. I love the idea of them building it from scratch, a big house with modern comforts but rustic, cosy, English country features, more horizontal than vertical (kind of farm/barn conversion vibes). In my mind, their house has lots of light, lots of beams and soft wood furnishings, and then a few quirky features and colours that are all Ginny's idea (Luna paints beautiful murals on each of the kids' walls). I imagine their house has lots of big windows with window seats so the adults can sit out and watch the kids play outside. I think the kitchen/dining room would be the heart of the house. Harry's doing the cooking, Ginny's writing at the table, kids are streaming in and out, it's just a real thoroughfare of teenagers and family friends and grandparents streaming through with the wireless on.

On marrying and having kids young:

I do really think Harry and Ginny got married early and had kids young. As I get older I only get more ok with that as a timescale for them. I think the intensity of their wartime experiences, their very involved role as godparents to Teddy (especially thinking maybe it might be nice for Teddy to have younger god-siblings), and their family reference points (both being from families where marrying young is quite normal, and where babies and toddlers are increasingly around a lot) are all factors that lend themselves to these two locking in in their early twenties. The pieces I love most on their marriage/babies etc are all ones that have a lot of humour and spontaneity and walk this gorgeous line between flippancy and total certainty - acesofdiamond's version of their wedding in Arran, Scotland, is canon to me, and also quickfire by flagpoles, on them having a shotgun wedding, is just so so so good and so them.

On Harry's career:

I think Ginny would understand why Harry chose the career he did, but I think it would be a source of tension for them. I'm thinking a lot about this at the minute for some writing (👀), but I think Harry as an adult would have to confront the fact that he intends to keep choosing to get back in the arena and fight Dark magic, this thing he does it to keep the people he loves safe but that also asks so much of the same loved ones who have to watch him do it. I think Ginny would try to push him to see that, but I don't think those would be easy conversations, and I do think it would be one of the things they argue most about on the occasions when they do, properly, fight. On the day to day, things they bicker over include: whose fault it is that the house is a mess (obviously it's both of them, plus the three messy children those two messy kids created); whose fault it is that the Potters are literally always late to everything (Harry blames Ginny, Ginny says the only reason he was ever on time before was because of Hermione, and he chose not to marry the punctual one so he just has to lump it); and Ginny losing her wand around the house/not keeping her wand on her (it takes Harry a long time to say it, but he's always just thinking of James on the sofa the night he died).

On Ginny's career:

I know this is a bit controversial, but I'm honestly happy with the idea of Ginny quitting playing professional Quidditch young. I think she quits after she has James, or maybe between Albus and Lily, so by the time she's about twenty four, twenty five. This is a bit of a soapbox one for me, and maybe one day I'll write about it in some form, but I think there's quite a lot to be said for freeing yourself from being accountable to career decisions and dreams you once had for yourself when you were seventeen, especially career plans that served as escape hatches from traumatic teen years (for the same reason, I like the idea of Ron quitting the Aurors after a few years). I think, as teenagers, we imagine futures for versions of ourselves we haven't met yet. Renegotiating your hopes and aspirations for yourself can be a real sign of growth; holding yourself hostage to who you thought you'd be can make you very miserable.

Relatedly, I do think Ginny in her mid-twenties might have a different relationship to her playing Quidditch than she has a teen. I think lot of her wanting to play professionally is about her having something to prove (I have also totally adopted the headcanon from this fantastic piece on Ginny wanting to be outdoors and in the air as a rejection of the chamber). It feels right to me that Ginny might reconsider her attitude to physical risk and injury by her mid-twenties, particularly if her children are watching her play an extremely dangerous sport week-in week out. I also think she might reconsider how much time she wants to spend away from her family. I wonder if Ginny would also develop a different relationship to the sport outside of a school context, especially the press scrutiny and the big business of sport on the outside. We know that when she quits playing, it's not the end of her professional life, and I think her writing about the sport, and being a voice in the culture of the sport but also in the Wizarding World at large, makes a ton of sense for her. But I think it's good to change jobs because what you want for yourself changes, and I really think it's not a feminist failing to want to spend time with your family and to look for jobs that are interesting and help give your life meaning but that also let you have a family life. It's boardroom girlboss neoliberal nonsense feminism that says wanting to spend time with your friends and family is less of a route to happiness than climbing up some horrendous hyper-individualist career ladder in pursuit of success (especially, in Ginny's case, in professional sport, where careers only ever end on a downturn).

Thank you anon for wanting to hear me bang on about all of this!

Fics mentioned here include:

dancing on to your heartbeat by aceofdiamonds - H/G wedding fic

quick-fire by flagpoles - H/G proposal and pregnancy fic

Little Sugar Men by dopeythedwarf - H/G, on Ginny and flying

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Yn’s Info

Name: Yn Ln/Elapid (Adopted Family Name) also known as "The Crimson Queen" to all demons.

Appearance: a Hybrid Humanoid female with Deer Antlers, yellow-goldish Snake eyes, & Kitsune tails.

Age: 100,000+ (17)

Home: The Household of the Elapid, the Happy Hotel & etc.

Family: The Elapid snakes.

Good-Relationships: Alastor, Cherri, Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Husker, Niffy, Egg Bois, & Monty, Arackniss & Pentniss.

Bad-Relationships: Valentino, Vox, Mammon, & Velvet.

Likes: Drinks, friends, family, job, papering, music, fat nugget, reading, her pet gator demon (Maya), & color blue, red, black & etc.

Dislikes: Henroin (Angel Dust's Dad), Abusers, anyone that disrespects or touch her lovers, hungry power sinners, harassment, Backstabbers & etc.

Backstory: When she was alive, she was a kind, polite, determined, and hard workin student who went to college & got her master degree. she become an painter, makeup artist, fashion designer, & a musician. She owned 2 large businesses, a burlesque, a fashion studio & more. She wad described as an diligent angel to everyone. She always like spending her time outside looking at the sky to relax and sleep in the nice windy afternoon. But at that exact day, a bunch of jealous people kidnapped her and sacrificed her to hell in exchange for popularity and money.

Yn’s Children:

Yn + Stella + Stolas = Silver Moon Goetia

Yn + Fizzarolli + Asmodious = Félix

Yn + Carmilla Carmine = Odette & Clara

Adopted child = Isabel Owlette

Yn's Abilities:

             - Shapeshifting: Yn can change her appearance in order to fool/torment others.

             - Size Manipulation: Likely as another form of her shapeshifting, Yn can change the size of her body to that of a giant, although she has only been shown using this ability once.

             - Mind Control: Yn can use hypnotism to control other demons. Hypnotism is done primarily via eye contact.

             - Vast Dark Magic: Yn is shown to use dark magic, such as conjuring an ice cream, turning it into a monster, or restoring a broken precious egg.

             - Shadow/Darkness Manipulation: Yn can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. Darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but can also be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance. Yn can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.

             - Portal Creation: Yn is able to open portals to other places and dimensions.

             - Telekinetic Choke: Yn can use an ability like the force from Star Wars to choke people.

             - Shadow Teleportation: Yn is able to teleport by dissolving himself into a shadowy mist.

             - Superhuman Strength: Yn's physical strength is enough to kick throw people miles away.

             - Essokinesis: As a supernatural being, Yn can warp reality itself, like moving into a picture, or distorting her own mirror reflection.

             - Pyrokinesis: Yn can ignite and start fire when he gets angry.

             - Acid Vomit: Yn can vomit acid that is strong enough to melt anything it touches.

             - Dimensional Travel: Yn can travel between different dimensions and cross over different planes of existence or travel across various forms of reality.

             - Seductive Aura: Yn generates powerful, aphrodisiac, seductive bodily emissions which induce titillating pleasure and carnal desire while subtly lifting inhibitions. Those affected become fastly obsessed with Yn and feel extreme amounts of sexual attraction and sexual desire towards her on an instinctual and subconscious level.

             - Immortality: Yn was "Blessed" by a powerful being right when she entered hell, making her completely immortal. Not even holy or demonic weapons are able to kill her.

             - Flight: Using Yn's six angel like wings, Yn can fly at great speeds.

             - Divinity: Yn possesses an incredibly amount of divine magic that allows her to truly destroy and erase the souls of sinners and demons, killing them spiritually and physically.

             - Chaos Manipulation: Yn can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing her to manipulate probability or manipulate and even shatter reality. She's able to change, mutate, destroy or otherwise manipulate any matter, space/time, living beings, organizations or minds and spirits as well as containing it, so it doesn't spread and spreads only in a desired way.

             - Parafrosynikinesis: Yn can absorb, create, control, and manipulate madness/insanity of himself, others or the madness energy around, whether increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise enhancing insanity, even manifesting the emotional energy to physical level and gain power from it.

             - Spatiokinesis: One of Yn's most powerful powers. At the peak of her power, Yn is capable of tearing down and destroying the entire Universe at large, as well as rebuild it.

             - Deal-Making: Yn is capable of gaining more power through deals, granting her clients power that most sinners could never hope to achieve while at the same time taking control of her client's souls to keep them from using their new power against her and order them as she pleases.

             - Pseudo-Black Hole Generation: Yn can conjure powerful and devastating singularities capable of compressing and absorbing anything in their path.

             - Power Granting: Yn can bestow immense power into any entity of her choosing.

            - Self-Sustenance: Yn possesses eternal stamina and does not require food, water, sleep, or oxygen to maintain herself.

            - Atmokinesis: Yn can alter the weather across all seven rings of Hell to a seemingly limitless degree, but often in a way that depends on her mood, such as making it cloudy, sunny, or creating thunderstorms of many different kinds.

            - Angelic Power: God granted Yn with an astonishing amount of angelic power that rendered him naturally stronger than all demons and most angels without having to train a day in her life.

            - Wealth: Yn is one the wealthiest entites in Hell due to her business and status, which grants her the ability to have practically everything she wants.

            - Multilingualism: Yn is well-versed in human languages such as English, French, and Italian. He can also speak in both angelic and demonic tongues.

            - Nigh-Omnificence: Yn's creation magic is especially potent; She is capable of instantly spawning objects such as instruments, knives, swords, flowers, and books out of thin air, and can easily creating living organisms of her design with a casual snap of her fingers.

            - Forcefield: Yn can create forcefields around herself or anything she wants to.

            - Mentokinesis: Mentokinesis is the ability to control the mind, creating illusions, as well as covering Precognition: the ability to see the future.

            - Abstract Existence: Yn has the ability to embody an abstraction, such as a concept, thought, or information, and being immortal thanks to it. This power has a variety of uses, ranging from a high degree of control over the abstraction and its manifestations, the aforementioned immortality, or even being unaffected by abilities that can't target the abstraction.

            - Necromancy: Yn has magical abilities that revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death-force and/or souls for good (i.e., resurrecting the dead), evil (in various ways), or neither. She can also communicate with the deceased, either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge.

            - Essokinesis: Yn can create, change, destroy, or even alter reality just by thinking about it.

            - Control Over The Deadlights: Yn can control the Dead Lights which are writhing, radiant orange lights that are a mysterious but very deadly and terrifying eldritch form of energy that originate from the "void" of creation, the void being a space of complete emptyness, darkness and chaos.

            - Holy Swords: Yn has magical angelic like swords that are so sharp can cut through anything like butter.

            - Blood of Life: Because she's a sacrificed soul, she still haves her human blood mix in with her angelic blood that can make a dead rose turn back into a life rose when in contact or present.

THE HAREM

RULERS OF HELL:

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR

LILITH MORNINGSTAR

OVERLORDS:

ALASTOR

SIR PENTIOUS

MONTY PYTHON

The V’s (VELVETTE, VOX & VALENTINO)

ZESTIAL

CARMILLA CARMINE

ROSIE

SINNERS:

ANGEL DUST

HUSKER

ARACKNISS

BLITZO

MOXXIE & MILLIE

FIZZAROLLI

VORTEX

VAGGIE

CHERRI BOMB

NIFFTY

SALLIE MAY

LOONA

VEROSIKA MAYDAY

GLITZ & GLAM

BARBIE

7 DEADLY SINS:

SATAN

BEELZEBUB

ASMODEUS

LEVIATHAN

BELPEGOR

GOETIA FAMILY:

STOLAS

STELLA

OCTAVIA

And ETC.

STARKERS:

ANDREALPHUS

MRS. MAYBERRY

MARTHA

CHAZWICK

CRIMSON

PAIMON

STRIKER

SEVIATHAN VON ELDRITCH & HELSA VON ELDRITCH

MICHAEL (Lucy's TWIN BRO)

WANNABES:

GOD

LUCIFER'S BROTHERS

MAMMON

EMILY

ADAM & LUTE

ETC.

Previous Page: Front Cover

Next Page: Ch. 1: Welcome to Hell

[natasha-in-space]

Thinking of JaeheeMC where MC wants a cat (shes a cat lover) but esp a sphynx cat cuz she doesnt want jaehee to clean cat fur again and stress her out. The sphynx cat also eventually makes jaehee his favourite person (yeah its a boy bald kitty) and acts territorial with her by hissing at mc whenever she comes close to jaehee esp when he is making biscuits on jaehee.

"...You know, when I said I wanted you two to get along, this is not what I had in mind."

Your words come out as a comical mix of a needy whine and a hushed grumble.

Your approach to adopting your first pet together was as responsible as it could be. Jaehee was an exceptional partner who was always willing to listen to your suggestions and even sacrifice some of her own comfort just to make you happy. Of course, you didn't want to hear any of that. Moving in together meant creating a shared home that is cozy and comfortable for you both, in equal measure! Treating her wants and needs with equal consideration to your own was not a possibility, but a necessity. That's how you viewed it, anyways. You two were now a team, after all.

You came across Beans by chance. With you scrolling through your news feed on one cold winter evening, you noticed a cute little post about a sphinx kitty in need of a loving home. Needless to say, you have fallen in love with those huge doe eyes of his right then and there. And since Beans would not bring any unneeded fur into your household, you didn't have any reservations about showing him to your lovely Jaehee!

Maybe she just saw the sparkle in your eyes, or maybe she genuinely took a liking to him, but either way, she agreed for you two to come and see him for yourselves.

While she was visibly a bit reluctant at first (babysitting Elizabeth the 3rd made her naturally weary of cats), once you two have met Beans in person, she seemed to gradually mellow out towards him. Especially when he gave her a sweet purr when he nudged her hand. Honestly, you were unsure which made your heart pound more: the adorable cat you wanted to grab and take home immediately, or the softest smile on your girlfriend's face.

Beans was certain to become your new family member, no matter what.

You didn't anticipate him becoming your rival for Jaehee's attention, however. To your disappointment.

Observing Beans carefully knead your partner's lap while purring so loudly that even you could hear it, you pout. Even though the musical has been going for almost an hour, he refuses to give up his spot! That doe eyed rascal.

"...Are you jealous?"

Jaehee's laughter is so sweet that you wish you could pull her close to your chest and nuzzle her hair. The reason you can't is because a particularly clingy cat has already beaten you to it. Which is just even more frustrating.

"-Well, maybe I wanna cuddle up to you on your lap as well!" you declare loudly, sending Beans an annoyed glance, and he responds with a smug slow blink that made you want to scream. The little guy had no regrets about what he was doing and was fully aware of it!

As you huff and cross your arms over your chest in defiance, your pout is becoming more and more evident.

That doesn't imply that you didn't love Beans with all your heart, of course.

"You do remember that he's just a cat, right?" Jaehee lightly boops you with the tip of her finger, causing your nose to scrunch up a bit, "There's nothing to be making a fuss about."

You two were too enamored with Jaehee for your own good, that's all. Which was quickly confirmed when you tried to get closer to your girlfriend, only to receive an annoyed growl from the comfortable cat. With a defeated sigh, you plop right back onto the couch, your head hanging low in surrender.

"-Well, he's a cat who's way too cunning for his own good! Look at him! He knows what he's doing!"

"Meow~!"

The little guy had no shame in his tiny and adorable body.

[vesperadreamer]

The Siren Pt. 6

Pets, sharks were taken in as companions by sirens and often were treated like a household pet. This was quite baffling to you and yet you were witnessing it right in front of you, there were even a few sirens riding on some of the sharks to and from different places. “Scholars would pay thousands for research like this, I’d probably be retired in a mansion tomorrow with servants catering to my every whim as they treat me like a noble.” That got a laugh from Siren as she ruffled your hair. “And yet they treat us like monsters when they hunt us and probably would gut us and see us as a delicacy. If land dwellers didn’t have such darkness within their hearts, we might be more cooperative.”

Siren wasn’t wrong, you’ve heard of some creatures being served as meals but you’d normally never know if they were sentient. The reality of such cruelty terrified you and you figured that maybe there were more evils in the world than you originally knew, the thought of even yourself being served as a meal was just horrifying. “On a lighter note… Siren, do you have your own shark?” To say Siren looked delighted at your question, she made a few gestures and clicks as a large shark came from above and to her side. “This is Jenny, she is quite the hunter and tracker. Personally though? She prefers cuddles and petting sessions.”

Jenny began to nuzzle into you, seemingly happy it has a new friend. “She’s quite friendly and can take you basically anywhere you want to go, quite the smart one if you ask me.” You gave a nod as you began to pet Jenny, almost certain she'd begin purring if she had the capacity for it. “You’ll be on your own today, but Jenny will accompany you while I finish up some business.” You stared at Siren with wide eyes, she was willingly leaving you alone without her supervision? “You know you can take me with you, right?” Siren shook her head. “No, I’d rather you enjoy yourself on your own than take you with me. Rely on Jenny, yeah?”

Before you could even protest, Siren had quickly swam away from you and to wherever she was going. You really didn’t know what to do as Siren normally decided most of your activities together, and for her to give you full independence was baffling. You ran your hands over your faces as you began to wonder at what could cause Siren to willingly leave you unattended. You might as well enjoy the independence while it lasts, as you never know when another chance like this might come up. You worked up a list of things to do in your head like socialise and try out a few of the venues that were on offer for the occasion.

As you and Jenny moved through the city, you began to see what was on offer, from sculptures of ice and stone made from magic in a contest to games of chance and seafood stalls for people to eat. From crab to fish, from lobster to squid, there was a variety of food to go around mixed in with kelp and even iced foods made from magic. You picked out some crab and decided to observe the sculpting contest. It was quite interesting to see how each of the seafolk worked to make different sculptures as it showed who might potentially have superior control over their magic, maybe you could learn a thing or two from observing.

As you carefully watched the sculptures, your eyes slowly moved towards what looked to be an elf in priestess garb as she worked hard to use her magic to sculpt something. Wait… You watched as she was making what most churches would see as pure heresy, worshipping her lover by making them into a holy sculpture. Your eyes moved to the siren beside her, likely whispering sweet nothings into her ear as the nun continued to work her magic. As more of the sculpture was made, you began to see the picture she was creating of her on her knees worshipping the siren with her tongue. It wasn’t just a lewd and blasphemous sculpture, but it was filled with firm belief and depravity.

When you could finally pry your eyes away, you noticed many others observing the sculpture filled with faith and devotion. It seemed like the priestess had made a sculpture that enraptured many with its own design, for a siren to be able to corrupt a priestess, such a siren must have been worth forsaking their religion if not skilled with their tongue. It seemed like the results were obvious, the priestess won the contest with her faith and devotion towards her lover. Hearing everyone chat about it was more than enough to know they won, it also made you wonder about the different species of the world and their culture’s take on love. Maybe some actually had similar styles of love to the sirens but just didn’t show it.

You left with Jenny and continued to observe the different venues and festivities but then a thought crossed your mind, you wondered if there was potential to be able to write and study the courtships and forms of love from the different races. Maybe Siren would help you by gathering up some people she knew as well as their mate, it could be useful to have something to write down your thoughts too. You’d have to ask Siren if she knew of any materials that would allow you to write underwater, but thats for when you see her again. You spotted another group playing with lights and letting them dance within the waters, it sort of reminded you of the bioluminescence that sirens had.

As you observed, you actually got the chance to ask about the colours and patterns of the lights. One of the sirens was more than happy to gush about each pattern as well as the ability to communicate through their glow, a mermaid even joined in to talk about how it can also be used as a lure at night. You were learning quite a lot from the two as they didn’t seem to mind that you were obviously marked, making sure not to touch you and staying respectful. You now have knowledge of the most important patterns, Danger, Love, Run and Protect. Useful knowledge in case Siren couldn’t warn you vocally right away.

The two seafolk joined you on your travel through the city, giving you different bits of information on not just the sea but also the myths and legends. Sirens and merfolk weren’t the only ones that guarded the sea, there was apparently a monstrous creature known as the Charybdis Leviathan which was extremely aggressive but could also vanish into thin air just as quickly as it appeared. Apparently most seafolk both fear it and respect it for its destructive capabilities but also its devotion to protecting the seas. One thing sounded wrong though, with how big it sounded, it shouldn’t be able to vanish into thin air and appear from nowhere. It made you wonder of the truth of the creature and what it truly was.

“So what is demonic energy? How does it work with sirens?” The siren looked at you with a smile as if you asked a good question. “Oh thats the fun part! It affects each siren differently, some of us can improve ourselves while others can basically change our form slightly. I’m talking about spikes on our backs to prevent us from being eaten and blades on our arms to cut through things as we swim. Other than that, its mostly just a poison to non-demons.” You nodded along with her explanation, mutations and poison. You guessed it was good you got healed but if you were a demon you would have likely survived if not been empowered by Siren.

You turned to the mermaid since you figured you could get more accurate information for your next question. “What are succubi? Why the hostility towards them?” You hear the siren behind you try to speak but the mermaid shushes them. “It all starts with the myth of the original siren. Sirens prefer loyalty and faithfulness which is understandable, but the issue with succubi is that they’re known for needing sex to survive. I personally don’t see it that way, its quite possible instead that they just have a high libido and no single partner can keep up with it. Its quite possible that even if they want to settle down, they can’t due to their sex drive.”

You looked over to the siren who seemed to be deep in thought with the mermaid’s words. “A curse… I don’t even think I’d like a curse like that…” It seems to you that the sirens likely never asked or thought about the why for how succubi act in proper detail, you might have just helped make the start of a bridge between two species. “Maybe I’ll visit the demon lands after this festival, try and get into contact and learn to expand my knowledge. I guess we just needed someone neutral to ask the right questions? Maybe? Either way, I’ll try my best to learn what I can and pass it to my sisters.” You couldn’t help but smile at what progress was being made.

As the day came to a close, Jenny took you back home to where you found Siren already laying in the ‘bed’ as if her errand had exhausted her. You carefully moved close and gave a quick kiss on her forehead as you watched her sleeping face, you might be tired but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge yourself a bit. You traced a finger along her neck to her jaw, her chin and brushed her lips, she seemed quite peaceful and calm as she slept as if she was normal. A smile crept up your lips as you lay beside Siren and held her close, you were hers and she was yours. You closed your eyes as you began to drift off and join Siren in sleep.

[exoticalmonde]

Eve has a new obsession and I cannot express enough how much I just LOVE Lukai Hwei from League of legends.

Hwei is the cutest little creature ever and I accept NO criticism. I claim him body and soul and he wouldn't even know it until it's too late and he's in my mouth.

I will personally sail into Ionia from my Witch's hut in the Noxian outskirts and find him just so I can adopt him into my household like one of those pet artists people kept back in the day, except I will swing by thrice a week in a pattern of Tue/Thur/Sat to bring him food, cook for him, do the washing and cleaning (not like we don't have maids for that) and we talk. Just in case he does feel lonely because living alone is comforting until the loneliness and feeling of loss and confusion take you apart and you realize way too late you need someone at the peak of not having anybody.

Anyways

"Hwei, honeycake, did you finish the commission of two men eating their faces off in the moonlight waist deep in a lake? My friend is an artist and she already drew her own scrimblos having a fight and reconciling and honestly I want to stick it to her because I'm writing this story about a Lunari and a vastayan arena boss enemies to lovers--AnYwHo."

And timidly, though at first, he responds "No, madam, I haven't yet. Inspiration is lacking this week and I feel inclined to work on other things. But you want to know what I did do?"

My enthusiasm will peak and I will heimerdiner's dog him into knowing the small grace of a smile on my face is all for him, all because I like him, because he is sweet and adorable and worthy of my praise and what he creates will please me to no end. So he will take me out in the garden or the forest and he will go ham showing me what he painted over and now the back yard is glowing and the willows are singing and I can hear both pain and happiness front back and center envelopping the world until his art is in my viens and I will go "Good boy" because that's my SEROTONIN shot for today.

Then Ill let him trauma dump and talk about all he wants he is THAT important to me. The stupid weirdo writer picked up the soggy depressed artist, golly what a curious circumstance.

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam." he'd see me off and I'll be on my tippy toes patting his head and brushing paint off his nose bidding him goodbye when the night is already deep and starry and I will return to my house content my money is put to good use.

Anyways, fantasies aside... I need to read his lore. I need to know him, I need to know more of ionia now, and I desperately love his voice

Fantastic work for the VA and the creative team. Wish my luck as I break my fingers into the keyboard trying to do combos.