about ♱ finding out the lads men are freakier than you… or are they?
pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]
content warning ♱ dom/sub dynamics, light bdsm, spank¡ng, filming, oral (m. receiving), slight exhibitionism, car sēx, teasing, degradat¡on, heavy praise, dacryphilia, creamp¡es, squirt¡ng, free use, throat fking, coming untouched, use of kitten in sy’s bc i fw it heavy hehe— MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ we’re so young, we’re so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 👅 or whatever nct dream said. this is based on the lyrics of freak by doja cat! feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
FREAK LIKE……?
#RAFAYEL: TIED HIM DOWN TO MY QUEEN BED, TEASE HIM JUST ENOUGH TO HATE ME!
ever since the two of you got together, you’ve had this lingering, wicked little fantasy about rafayel–him tied up, completely at your mercy. it crossed your mind more often than you’d like to admit, flashes of his wrists bound while you toyed with him slipping into your head at any given moment, leaving you wet and restless.
but that’s all you figured it would ever be. a daydream you indulged in now and then. rafayel was far too good, too soft, to actually go for something like that.
that was until he came to you with a coil of pale pink rope one day and asked, with a shy smile on his face, “wouldn’t it be fun to try something new… liiiike tying each other up?”
and now?
now rafayel hates himself. he hates the way his stomach fluttered when he first saw the rope and immediately thought of you. he hates that he agreed to be tied up first without a second thought. but more than anything, he hates you. because his typically sweet, angelic princess? she’s not as sweet as he thought. no, she’s cruel. merciless. teasing him in a way that makes him burn for you, and it’s driving him up a wall.
“untie me,” he pants, hands in fists as his wrists are bound to the bed frame. you just giggle and shake your head, your own hand wrapping around his gorgeous, crimson flushed cock that’s covered in his previous load of cum. his eyes widen and breathing quickens, “please, cutie… p-please untie me.” he begs as a last resort, as if it’ll change your mind.
but it won’t.
especially not with the way he twitches back to life in your palm, dick hardening just as fast as he came the first time.
this is 10x better than you’d initially imagined. your boyfriend looks so pretty… so helpless. you almost feel cruel when the tears start to stream down his face, but your pussy says otherwise when it clenches around nothing.
your hand practically turns into a fleshlight, stroking him up and down and up and down, using his cum as lube and he’s just pathetic.
“puh– fuck, fuuck–” he whimpers, bucking into your tight grip. “st-stop, wait!”
you hum, “your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. what’s it gonna be, pretty boy?” you slow to a teasing pace, sliding your hand all the way up to the mushroom head and using your thumb to swipe over his messy slit repeatedly. “you want me to stop or keep going?”
he pulls on the restraints and you can see the rope burning against the skin on his wrists. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whimpers again, voice cracking with each syllable. “b-baby, ‘s too– oh my fuck– too much!”
shaking your head, you tsk at him and pull your hand away. you hear his shocked gasp–almost like he can’t believe you did that. his length springs around, twitching, throbbing and begging for more.
he can’t seem to catch his breath but he looks at you like a little puppy that had his food taken away from him. he pouts, lip wobbling and your sopping wet cunt clenches again. “w-why–”
“i asked you a question, raf.” you say, tone flat. “do you want me to stop? or do you want me to keep going? it’s your choice.”
and rafayel curses you for this. he doesn’t want to submit to you, but his body aches– his cock aches. he needs it. you. more. he’ll take it.
so he nods, voice cracking when he says through gritted teeth, “k-keep going.” and he sounds so broken and defeated when he utters out a hushed beg. “please…”
a diabolical smile etches into your lips when you catch the burning embers in his eyes. he’s furious that you’ve put him in this position– that much you can see. but you also know the truth. he needs you more than his pride. if getting to cum for you means he has to swallow said pride, then so be it, but you know your rafayel. you know resentment twists tight in his chest. you can see his grinding teeth and the tight set of his jaw… your revenge is coming.
you don’t let it stop you, though. your hand wraps tight around the base of his twitching cock and you pump him up and down, over and over with ease and you bask in the sweet, melodic moans and the sight of him tugging at the rope. and you squeeze every little drop of cum out of your darling boy.
#ZAYNE: I AIN’T AFRAID OF A LITTLE PAIN!
the first time zayne slapped your ass, you thought it was an accident. that maybe, just maybe he had gotten a little too into it.
the second time, you were skeptical because as soon as you squeaked in surprise, you heard a moan of his own and felt the way his cock twitched wildly inside of you.
the third time was when you baited him and you fully realized your boyfriend got off on spanking you.
zayne had one of those days at work– you could tell the moment he walked in. his shoulders were drawn up tight, his answers clipped down to single words, his whole body strung taut. even when you leaned in to kiss him, he didn’t soften. he stayed rigid, wound far tighter than usual.
so you offer yourself to him. tell him he can use you how he likes to help alleviate all of his pent up stress and anger.
you make it clear you can take it, that he doesn’t have to hold back or treat you delicately like he always does. and zayne believes you. he can see it in your eyes, the absolute certainty– 110% sure this is what you want.
and really, who is he to say no?
he had you bent over his lap in record time, pulling your leggings down till they bunched up at your thighs. your excitement was already showing, slick arousal creating a wet spot on your cotton panties.
he lets out a shaky breath and you feel his hard cock throbbing as it’s pressed into your tummy. “let me know if it’s too much, okay? don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
there’s a smile in your voice when you respond. “i’m not afraid of a little pain, zaynie. do whatever you want to me.”
he curses under his breath, rough palm smoothing over your ass, squeezing the fat every so often.
“then count for me.”
you furrow your eyebrows in perplexity but before you can ask what for, you feel his hand strike against your left cheek— hard enough to leave a red hand print and a sting in its wake. all you can do is gasp for breath and widen your eyes in shock.
then he does it again, right cheek this time and you moan. “did you hear me?” he asks, voice hard and stern. “i said, count.”
“y-yes, ‘m sorry,” you whimper, the damp spot on your underwear spreading. at this rate, you’ll be leaking down your thighs by the time he’s done with you. “one.”
“good girl,” he says, and you wiggle in his grasp, pussy aching at the gentle praise. he quickly puts an end to your squirming by spanking you again. “don’t move.”
“fuck, t-two,”
he groans when you arch your back and sob into the couch at the next strike, moaning ‘three’ into the cushion. “is this turning you on, sweetheart?” slap. “letting me take my stress out on you like this?” slap.
you don’t even bother counting anymore, nodding your head with fervor and mewling out, “l-love it– ah!” another strike to your ass makes you squeal. “pl-please, zayne! please fuck me, ‘m so… fuck, ‘m– god, need you s’bad, please.”
zayne can’t help but moan at your shameless state, one hand slipping under your ruined cotton panties and feeling your wet pussy. his cock twitches with more interest when he pulls his fingers back and examines how they shine with slickness. how, when he pulls his fingers apart, they stay connected with a sting of your syrupy arousal.
how could his girl like getting spanked so much?
but the real question that needs to be asked is, why is he about to bust a load in his slacks when you turn to look at him and he sees those pretty, red rimmed eyes?
he revels in your whines and begs for more, breath hitching and stomach knotting up. he can’t help himself– spanking you again and again and again, the sounds of claps and sobs bouncing off the walls of the living room and shooting straight to his throbbing, achy cock. until–
he grabs your stinging ass with his hand, squeezing at your flesh and he moans. his head lolls back, adams apple bobbing as he thrusts up against you. the tightrope in his tummy just… snaps.
did he just…?
you sniffle, confused at his sudden halt. “wh-why did–” and you feel him– the warm wet spot on his pants. then you gasp, “zayne…”
he’s panting, slightly mortified, but he attempts to calmly say, “don’t.”
he says it like a warning. like if you tease him, he’ll destroy you.
you know this, and you say it anyway.
“did you just… cum from spanking me?”
#XAVIER: WHEN I MADE A LITTLE MESS ON IT, HE TOLD ME TO CLEAN MY ACT UP!
xavier always had a knack for making you fall apart on his cock. it was simple, really. it didn’t matter what position you were in, whether you were getting fucked from behind or sinking down his cock, you were always a mess by the end of it.
and xavier? he finds it absolutely adorable that he has this effect on you. he never teases you for squirting all over him or for coming undone the second he bottoms out.
but when his mean streak slips through… he’s almost unrecognizable.
like now, for example, you’re riding him into oblivion, but it’s so very obvious that you’re the one getting fucked here. he’s thrusting his hips up, snapping them to meet yours because you just can’t seem to go as fast as you want to on your own. and he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows you’re wanting more, needing more.
his hands clamp firmly around your hips and he stares up at you with lidded eyes and a lazy, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “such a needy girl,” he pants out, teasingly. “thought you said you could take it, hmm? feels like ‘m doing all the work.”
you throw your head back at this, feeling him hit your sweet spot with every sharp thrust. “xavieee,” you whine, dragging out his name. “‘m cumming– gonna make a mess.” it’s a warning, but xavier takes it as a challenge.
his thumb immediately finds your clit, rubbing the neglected bud with newfound quickness. “do it.” he demands and you don’t waste a single second, pussy gushing as you come undone.
but he’s not done. you may be spent–wrung out and trembling– but xavier is far from it. contrary to belief, his stamina is unparalleled when it comes to sex.
which is why he’s pulling you off of his lap and chuckling at the sight of his sheen drenched cock and abdomen.
“you did make a mess,” he says as a matter of factly. “you’ll clean it up, though. won’t you, baby?”
you give him a broken nod, fucked absolutely stupid. the next thing you know, your head is on his stomach and your lips are wrapped tightly around his dick– the very same that’s coated in your arousal.
you taste the tangy essence that belongs to you and moan around him, the sound vibrating through his body. a low groan slips from his lips as his hands come down, brushing your hair back– only, they don’t move away. they stay there, holding you in place. when they finally move, he’s pushing you further down his cock till he hears you gag and feels your throat constrict around his tip.
“that’s it, honey. take it, just like that– fuck,” he groans out soft, encouraging words, guiding you up and down. “can you taste yourself on my cock? huh?”
you hum in agreement, attempting to nod, but his grip on your head is strong.
“i hope so– i mean, you made such a big mess,” he says, a lilt in his voice. “soaked me so well… my messy baby.” all of a sudden, he pushes you so far down that your lips meet the base of his length. he holds you there like he’s training your throat to memorize the shape of him. “you gotta clean all of it up now. good girls clean up after themselves, don’t they?”
you splutter and splutter, bubbles of saliva forming around him while tears rush to your eyes. your hand shoots to his thigh and you grip him tightly, nails biting into the thick muscle.
“fuck, you’re so good,” he pants wildly, hissing softly when you continuously swallow around him. “you’re s-such a good girl.”
he pulls you back up and you’re coughing and gasping with drool pooling out your mouth and salty tears running down your flushed face. with your throat raw you rasp out his name and he releases you.
you glance back at him, eyes wide, catching the way his pupils are blown dark. his chest heaves with every breath, rising and falling too fast– and you know he’s close. the sight only makes you want to push him further.
“keep going, you’re not done.” he says, soft and demanding.
and you’re not used to this version of xavier– the xavier that makes you take it. the xavier that makes lick his abdomen clean while you stroke his cock. the very same xavier that calls you a messy girl and his good girl in the same breath, but it has your achy, battered cunt leaking and begging for more.
and when he’s finally cumming, shooting his load all over your hand and face, you clean up his mess then too.
#CALEB: FREAK LIKE A TRIPLE XXX FLICK!
as much as caleb wanted you with him in skyhaven, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave linkon– not when you were needed as a hunter. it meant your time together was always fleeting.
and so, every stolen moment was spent tangled up in his massive king bed or your small full sized one, holding each other close. sometimes you talked about the next time you’d meet again, and sometimes… you didn’t need words at all.
but caleb hates the distance more than he’ll ever admit. his fist is nothing like your warm cunt and he can’t keep getting off to just the thought of you– he can’t. he needs to hear your voice. needs to see your pretty face when he’s cumming all over his hand and stomach.
then he gets an idea while you’re over in skyhaven one weekend: “what if we made a sextape?”
and caleb feels the need to beg you for it, as if you wouldn’t agree with a pretty, bright smile. “it’s just so hard without ya, y’know?” he mumbles. “please, baby. i always wake up thinkin’ about you ‘n i can’t do anything about it because you’re not here ‘n i need you–”
you cut him off with a sweet giggle,“caleb, breathe.” your eyes glimmer with mirth. “let’s do it.”
he groans out i love you’s and peppers kisses all over your face, eternally grateful to have such an amazing girl all to himself.
and now, with his phone propped up against one of his model airplanes, he’s pounding into you with vigor spewing out the nastiest words– things you’ve never ever heard him say before and you think the camera deals a great amount of influence on his behavior.
“yeah, pips, look into the camera f’me. watch how i fuck this pretty pussy open, watch how you take this fuckin’ dick like you own it.” he says breathlessly, hands pinning your thighs back to your chest.
you turn your head to look at your body being defiled by his. you watch how he practically turns you into his personal fleshlight, fucking you like he’s making you memorize the shape of his cock and it makes you clamp tightly around him.
“my pretty girl is such a slut for my cock, isn’t she?” he laughs and there’s an edge of mania in the sound. his hand moving to your face and turning your attention back to him. “say ‘i love it, caleb,’”
your face burns hot in mortification, but you oblige and stutter out, “l-love it, caleb.”
he hums proud, his cock throbbing as he slams in and out of you. “know you do, baby. now tell me what i wanna hear, yeah? say it loud and clear.”
you know he wants to hear those three little words. everytime you’ve told caleb you love him during sex, he loses his mind. his stomach knots up, his brain turns off and all he knows is you, you, you.
so you give him what he wants like you always do. like his good girl.
“i l-love you– fuck– caleb!”
he shakes his head and leans in closer, hushed words fanning your face, “nu-uh, again. say it like you mean it.”
you do. you say it as steady as possible, words spoken with your chest. “i love you, caleb!”
he moans, grip on your thighs tightening while he fucks into the spot that turns you to mush every time without fail. “that’s it, baby. one more time for the camera, make it count. say it while you cum all over caleb’s cock.”
you turn your head, taking in your disheveled state. with your brows furrowed and tears in your eyes, you notice how your body is bent in the nastiest mating press while caleb fucks you like a machine on the highest setting, like he’s desperate for it.
you moan out the words this time as your orgasm washes over you, “i love you, caleb, love you, love you s’bad.” you repeat his name like a mantra, as if it’s the only word you’ll ever know.
he moves your head back again and waits for you to open your eyes before he says it back, “and i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”
you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, pulling him close and smashing your lips against his. you swallow all of his gasps and moans while he rams himself deep inside of you and lets thick ribbons of cum paint you white.
he collapses on top of you, his face finding solace in the crook of your sweaty neck, dick still semi hard in your messy cunt. after a few moments, he murmurs against your skin,
“wanna make another?”
#SYLUS: I COULD FUCK HIM IN THE RAIN, I COULD FUCK HIM IN THE RANGE!
it’s date night with sylus. you’re at this fancy restaurant– the best in linkon– walls covered in michelin stars and positive food reviews written by egotistical food journalists. you’re in a gorgeous dress, courtesy of your lavish boyfriend, of course, and you’re both starving.
but neither of you are looking at the luxurious (and expensive) plates on the table. no, the tension at your table is palpable and it’s obvious to your poor waiter that neither of you are hungry for the food, but each other.
he watches you like a predator sizing up his prey, while you look at him like you’re ready to make him a father. the tension only sharpens when you trail your heel up his leg, letting out soft moans after every bite. “mmph, it’s so good, sy.”
his eyes glint with amusement, that cocky smirk etched so deeply into his face it might as well be permanent. “playing with your food, kitten?”
you bite your lip, continuing to graze your foot up and down his leg. “it seriously is good… i dunno, though. i think i’m craving something else, sy…”
he suppresses a groan and immediately throws a few hundred dollar bills and a very generous tip on the table. you’re out of there before you get the chance to realize with his hand on the small of your back guiding you out of the restaurant with swiftness.
and your legs don’t stop until you reach his sports car where he presses you flush against the cool steel. he cages you in, looking handsome even under the harsh glare of the bright street lights then he finally speaks, voice ragged.
“you’ve been a tease all night, sweetie.”
and you nearly crumble right then and there. instead, you tilt your chin up, eyes twinkling with mischief as you meet his scarlet glare. “then do something about it.”
he answers with that low, rich laugh before offering a slow nod. suddenly, he’s closing the distance and his lips are on yours. his large hands cup your head and he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth, turning you into a complete and utter mess. he kisses you like he’s trying to satiate his hunger.
you know he would’ve fucked you right there, out in the open, if you really wanted it, but the clap of thunder had other plans.
that’s how you end up in his lap, your mini dress bunched up around your waist, his hands gripping your hips to guide you as you ride him all the while the heavy rain drums against the car windows.
and, fuck, he’s so big– it takes everything in you not to completely lose your mind as he fills all your senses.
“sy– sylus,” you shudder, hands on his broad shoulder as your grip wrinkles his shirt. “fuck, sy, you’re so b-big.”
and his cock throbs at this admission.
“you can handle it, baby.” he declares, breathily. “you know just how to take my cock every time.”
you feel like he’s moving you with more haste, hands moving to your ass and squeezing at your supple flesh. he lifts you all the way up until it’s just his tip teasing at your hole then lets gravity take over, dropping you down till he’s bottomed out inside of you.
he groans softly, “you drive me crazy. almost like you wanted me to fuck you in the middle of that resturant.”
the thought of him taking you like that in front of everyone has your mouth running dry and your pussy clamping around him like a vice.
he chuckles, dryly. “you’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? look at you, you’re practically salivating at the thought of me fucking you in front of an audience… what am i going to do with you, kitten?”
you choke on a mewl, digging your nails into his shoulders. “fuh–fuck me harder, pl-please.”
you’re on the precipice of an orgasm and sylus isn’t as far behind as you think. his hands grasp you tighter, surely tight enough to leave your ass bruised. “as– hah! as you wish.” he nearly growls, meeting your hips half way and fully sheathing himself inside of you.
and you can taste your orgasm— the same way you can practically feel his cock in your throat. your body goes rigid above him, face scrunching up and moans getting louder as they compete with the pitter patter of the rain outside.
then you snap, creaming and shuddering above him with a cry of his name.
and it’s oh-so pretty to sylus. he can’t help but follow suit, thrusting into you until his warm seed fills you up. there’s just so much and you softly whine when you feel it spill out if you and gather at the base of his cock.
your limp, slumped over his body with his cock still wedged inside of you.
“can’t move.” you mumble into his neck, nuzzling your face against him.
he hums, rubbing a gentle hand over your back. “rest, sweetie. we’ll be back home before you know it.”
when you tease caleb, he always punishes you in bed ! (18+)
Your throat bobs against Caleb's flexing bicep, catching where the muscle bulges and constricts deliciously just enough 'till you're lightheaded. He'd make sure it's his non-metal arm, too, so he can feel when you bite and scratch at it like an unruly kitten. Weak, delirious whines spill from your swollen lips, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over your lashline at the torturous pleasure he inflicts on you.
Caleb's got you in a mean pronebone, rolling his hips slow and deep, sliding his cock through your soppy folds just enough for his tip to nudge your swollen clit, before dragging the rest of his shaft against it. You're forced to feel every veiny inch of his hard cock against your twitchy clit, but he never puts it in, only grinds against your entrance teasingly before sliding his cock back through your folds :((
Your cunt is so wet that you're leaking, sticky arousal coating his shaft until there's no friction when he slips through your pussylips again. Making it more torturous when your slippery clit aches for some relief.
"Caleb," you sob, kicking your feet out behind you, thumping them meekly against the mattress. "Just- ngh, put it in-"
Your plead is cut off when the headlock he's got you in tightens punishingly, just enough for your breath to catch, for your manicured fingers to clutch at his arm for reprieve. The cool metal of his dogtag kisses your upper back as it dangles from his neck.
"Want me to stop now, huh?" He murmurs in your ear, before nipping your lobe cruelly. You can hear the faux pout in his voice, underlined with something darker. "Should've thought of that when you were flirting with him in front o'me," like his anger is renewed at the memory, he slips his cock through your puffy folds and dragsss the length of him across your clit. You squeal, toes curling, nerves frayed at his cruelly slow torment.
"Now your cute pussy has to pay the price, hm?" Caleb licks at your cheek when you don't reply immediately, and you cry out before remembering yourself, nodding vigorously.
He'll continue sliding his cock filthily through your creamy pussy, occasionally letting the head catch against your entrance only to never pop inside, if only to hear your hopeless trembling whimpers :((
caleb pounding into her pussy so good that every time he thrusts, he’s grunting in rhythm with it cus he just can’t help it, just feels way too good. that or he’ll repeat words like “take it, take it, take it!” or time them with each apex of his cock brushing her cervix “good. fucking. girl.”
bonus one where all he does is chant “cum, cum, cum!” like he can just summon it out of her if he begs hard enough…
"guy who asks you if youre on birth control while he’s inside of you and cums real hard when you say no with a lil fear in your voice"
XAVIER, CALEB i'm deceased 🧎♀️➡️
✩꒱ no control ft. caleb xia .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ caleb xia & fem!reader. dubcon, implied pseudocest, baby trapping, dirty talk, creampies yay! this has been in my drafts for like a month lol original post by @xaviez ( lemme know if this is okay to post !!! )
i agreeeee super heavily on caleb in particular …
he already had to go to extreme lengths to convince you to let him fuck you without a condom. you’re both new at this — exploring this dynamic in a more romantic light. he’s lied before and you have to work up the courage to trust he’ll pull out if needed. i imagine the first time he sinks in all hard, and raw, and pulsing it’s difficult for him to hold back, dragging his seedy tip along your welcoming walls that refuse to let him go. he’s probably dreamed about it too, filling you up with so much cum that it just pours out of you, covers your precious pussy in cream.
“are you close?” he gasps for air like it’s been stolen from him, peppering feather light kisses over your teary face. “can we cum at the same time?”
and you’re probably nodding without realising, fucked out and high on fumes that smell just like him. just like sex. scratching stripes down caleb’s broad back — just so completely gone and lost in him.
“don’t think i can pull out, pips,” he says, teeth gritted. “‘m gonna cum inside. deep inside this perfect little hole. my perfect baby. soo close.”
“w-wait, caleb — o-ooh yes! i’m not — i haven’t taken m-my pill yet!” your response is a stuttered snivel — babyish in nature that reminds him of why he loves you so much. even when you ball your fists against his sweaty chest, you’re not really trying to push him away. it’s the same as when you were children, you’d huff and puff at caleb— throw a tantrum for little things, expect him to fix it later on. if anything were to happen, caleb would fix it. “caleb, you promised.”
except he isn’t too keen on fixing anything this time. what will be, will be. fantasies from back then, from his time in the academy and time away from you run rampant at the forefront of his mind muddy his guilty conscience until he’s free. for only a second. if he cums inside you, he can keep you — line you up with seed and make it stick with every forceful punch of his hips into yours. you clench around the thickest part of him, at the base, like you want it too, keeping him trapped along your weeping walls.
if it sticks … you stay.
you can’t seem to pull caleb from the lustful lull of his guilty desires even when you bite and scratch at him — feverish with panic. it’s a pathetic cry for help, a desperate sob but it’s not like either of you could stop if you really wanted to. you’re addicted to the way he fills you, sweet words poured hotly into your mouth between kisses, brown hair tickling your neck because he’s chosen solace there.
and it’s not that the colonel doesn’t care. not that he doesn’t fear the worst. it’s just that he loves the risk, the idea of knocking you up so that no one else can have you. so that he can keep you on skyhaven for the rest of time and never have to worry about you slipping away like a faded memory. you’ll belong wholly to caleb.
“c-caleb, you can’t. you have to — gotta pull out!” you cry but you clamp down again. torn between to worlds with only him to decide.
“don’t think i can,” he whispers into your neck like it’s a secret. how badly he wants to ruin your life. “don’t wanna… have to. have to fill you up with all of me.”
worst part is he doesn’t even apologise for cumming inside. the bed screams with him as his release shoots through him, rope after rope of opaque white smearing over your sex and rippling walls — that milk him without any resistance. instead, caleb’s wet mouth trails whispers of thank you and i love you along your skin accompanied by the grin that lets the gratitude pass through.
he’s just grateful that you’re exactly the same as him. just as bad as him. closer to a sinner than you are to a saint.
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"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."
You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.
That doesn't stop him trying.
The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.
His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.
He'd never been inside.
So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.
The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.
"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."
Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.
You freeze.
"Just there," he breathes.
Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.
He's the first to break it.
His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.
But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.
It's different after that.
He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.
in and out, digging deep in you. laying on your stomach, he’s got a fistful of your hair, pressing you down harder into the bed. your hands fly back, trying to grab onto something.
so adorable he thought, you want to hold hands.
he takes both of your hands pulling you backwards, into him. even deeper now, one hand wraps around your throat, the both of you sitting up.
your shaking, you can feel him pulsating inside you, making your eyes roll back. he keeps nudging your cervix. everytime he grazes it, a shock shoots through your body.
slow, sappy sounds come from your pussy. it’d solvent, succulent and dripping. only turning him on more.
speeding up, he can feel your core tensing up, he loved this part. you were already there but he was about to send you beyond.
gripping your throat tighter, “c’mon baby. give it to me.” your moaning nonsense, blabbing his name over and over.
“that’s right baby. say my name.”
shuttering, you cream all over him. it’s dripping off of you both and onto the bed.
he lets go of you, let fin you catch your breath. still twitching as he’s inside you.
he leans down, pressing you back onto your stomach, crushing you with his weight. making you tremble even more as he moves a little.
You've talked a lot about them grabbing your hair, but what about you grabbing theirs??
Also, them grabbing you by the chin is so hot too!
I think Zayne's whole life would flash before his eyes if you grabbed his hair and pulled it with the intention of like... pain? Like imagine he's eating you out and you're getting overstimulated and you just lose it and grab a fistful of his hair and pull so so so hard because you really need him to detach his mouth from your poor pussy...
Yeah, shit, he liked that a little too much.
Sylus loves it, encourages it, always has and always will. We know he's a sucker for pain and he undoubtedly loves when you fuck him up. He'll fuck you in missionary, fold you in half, just so you have no choice but to grip his slivery hair and tug and tug and tug... He doesn't care if he's bald by the end, so long as you are the one who does it.
Valko? Be so careful with his ears because that does hurt but not in a good way. He loves them scratched and pet but pulled? Oh the poor baby will whimper from genuine pain. Pull his hair or tail? He loves it, gives him the chills, makes him shiver and wanna rut into you harder.
Rafayel surprises himself with the moan that tumbles from his lips, slobbering all up your stomach as you yank him from your pussy. The way your nails dig into his scalp feels so good, the goosebumps that erupt over his skin has him panting at you to do it again, hips grinding into your leg, thigh, any surface he can reach for some sort of friction.
Xavier pulls right back, it turns into a game of tug of war. It's not that he doesn't like it, he does! But the sensation of your hands pulling his hair just sends the primal urge through him to do it back. Now, you're making out hot and heavy, teeth and tongue clashing, one hand groping his body while the other grips his hair... and vice versa.
Caleb cums from it, the pathetic bastard. God he just loves the feeling of you using him, being mean to him, bullying him in all the right ways. Why? Because it only fuels his fantasies on how he's going to get you back, tenfold. So go ahead, pull on his hair until your heart is content, he's just going to return the favor the second you cum.
Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
The lads men showing how spoiled their girl is. ft everybody even the mystery 6th LI
[Requested by: Self aware anon]
Zayne
_thedrzayne
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_thedrzayne: I want to spoil you like this for the next decade
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misshuntermc: Loving you isn’t enough I need to be curled up inside your frontal lobe
↳ _thedrzayne: ‘Zayne I love you’ would've sufficed My Love
↳ misshuntermc: When he says ‘I love you’ but I say ‘Let me wear you as a skin suit’ 😈
↳ _thedrzayne: ok…..
_thedrnoah: Young love such a beautiful thing treat her well kiddo 👍🏼
↳ _thedrzayne: I wouldn’t treat her any other way and I’m not a child
↳ misshuntermc: Don’t be a smartass 😒
yvannamama: If he doesn’t love me like this I don’t want it
↳ gray.sun: You find that crush yet? 🧐
↳ yvannamama: You think I won’t put roaches in your shoes? 🙃
↳ _thedrzayne: Yvonne where would you acquire roaches?
↳ yvannamama: I’m sure Carter got a few crawling on him
↳ _thedrzayne: You’re probably right
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Rafayel
seagod_raf_
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seagod_raf_: You said pink long stem roses? Heard you 🙂↕️
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misshuntermc: I love you my little fishie real bad 😘
↳ seagod_raf_: 😍😍😩💞
↳ misshuntermc: I’m still confused on how you got these so fast I asked for these like 10 minutes ago
↳ seagod_raf_: I’m the worlds best boyfriend 😏
vocalsby.talia: Are they fake?
↳ seagod_raf_: Is that a wig? 🤨
thomasthomas_: How the actual hell do you find this many roses with stems that long?
↳ misshuntermc: I’m wondering the same thing
↳ seagod_raf_: I’ll take that as the compliment I know it was meant to be
↳ thomasthomas_: 😐😐
talkthat_tara: Girl did you fall?
↳ misshuntermc: No
↳ simonesays: Are you lying right now?
↳ misshuntermc: …. yea ._.
↳ liiisa_: The wheeze I just whuzzed 🤣
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Xavier
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lumiere.who: Maybe she’ll let me in the kitchen after this
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misshuntermc: The answer is a resounding fuck no but thank you for the gifts 🥰
↳ lumiere.who: Just once?
↳ misshuntermc: No 😘
simonesays: Damn I might’ve folded lowkey 😬
↳ whosjeremiah: You haven’t seen Xavier try to cook 🫣
↳ liiisa_: Consider yourself blessed and highly favored
↳ misshuntermc: Hes singed the tail off my eyebrow making scarmbled eggs before
talkthat_tara: Hold on don’t we work for the same company? 🤔
↳ liiisa_: Right?! The math aint mathin’
↳ misshuntermc: He’s secretly a Prince from an entirely different planet 👀
↳ lumiere.who: I just have a few side jobs
↳ imjenna: Are they hiring?
↳ nene.nero: Jenna asking the right questions
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Sylus
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skye.109: She’s humble for the masses but this is what I get
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misshuntermc: You get me and all my love 😘
↳ skye.109: You know what hell yeah
↳ misshuntermc: 🤭❤️
↳ simonesays: Bitch I know thats right 👏🏼
liiisa_: This man has an unlimited money hack and he only got roses? Side eye.
↳ misshuntermc: We’re standing in a new villa he bought me as a ‘just because’ gift
↳ liiisa_: …….Girl just delete my comment next time 🙂
↳ skye.109: Loud and wrong that’s quite the combination
↳ thing2_kieran: PFFFTT
↳ misshuntermc: Kieran I know you’re not laughing you blew on a spoonful of cold cereal today stop it ✋🏾
↳ thing2_kieran: ☹️☹️
nene.nero: Day 109 of me opening this app and being called broke in 50 different languages
↳ thing1_luke: Damn thats tough … Stay up soldier 🫡
↳ talkthat_tara: Luke please what if that was his 13th reason?
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Caleb
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callmecaleb: I’ll always take you wherever you want to go
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misshuntermc: Taking me out of the country last minute to get authentic sushi is insane
↳ callmecaleb: I mean I am crazy in love with you
↳ misshuntermc: Okay Beyonce
talkthat_tara: Go ahead and just land that plane right on me when you get back
↳ simonesays: I’m right there with you babes
↳ liiisa_: She got that storybook love like tell me your secrets
giggity_gideon: Me and who? 🤔
↳ callmecaleb: Your right hand
↳ liiisa_: STOP OMG ☠️
↳ giggity_gideon: It’s actually my left I hold the phone with my right 📱
↳ misshuntermc: Gideon go ahead and log out for me 🫴🏾
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Secret Admirer
misshuntermc
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misshuntermc: Found this on my doorstep ; im not complaining
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liiisa_: NOW WHO TF? 🤨
simonesays: Ma’am do you have beer flavored nipples or something?
talkthat_tara: Coochie got witchcraft embedded in it or something
↳ misshuntermc: Bold of you to assume im giving up Nani
skye.109: I would’ve left my black card with the pin but this is cute
↳ seagod_raf_: Here you go WE DO NOT CARE
↳ skye.109: That was quite the response….funds running low? Is that why you’re so irritable?
↳ seagod_raf_: Band for band
↳ skye.109: Don’t embarrass yourself on the internet like that
_thedrzayne: This looks like something Caleb would do but i’m just spectulating
↳ callmecaleb: I would’ve handed it to her and cooked her a meal but thanks for thinking I'd be this cowardly
↳ _thedrzayne: You’re welcome
↳ callmecaleb: 😐😐
nene.nero: I’m surprised Xavier wasn’t the first comment
↳ misshuntermc: He showed up on my balcony like 2 minutes after I posted this
↳ imjenna: The front door wasn’t an option?
↳ misshuntermc: I guess not 🥴
⁀➴☕︎ | Valko is the king of bad timing (his confessions right)
minors dni.
It is no surprise that you are more coherent than Valko during sex.
For a man who could command an entire boardroom without breaking a sweat all the while making his shareholders comply to his whims, it was gratifying to see him be reduced to this whimpering mess.
It didn't matter if he was above you, thrusting into you so hard that the bed frame rattled, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud as he buried himself in so deep you could feel him in your throat. With just the right stimulation and the slightest tightening of your walls around his length, he would lose his composure, groaning into your shoulder, his cock pumping against you in a frenzied rhythm.
He would never make you beg. Pleasing you was his first priority. In every possible way. Even if it meant subjecting himself to your sweet, little torture.
Even in the delirious state he was in, with every muscle and bone in his body protesting, if you quietly told him to stop, all movements would cease. His entire body thrumming with tension, shaking above you as you finally catch a breath, wrapping a leg around his waist, your heel digging into his ass and pushing him deeper. Your moan is eclipsed by his groan, by the effort it is taking him to listen to you.
"Who's my good boy, hm?" Fingers tugging at his hair, you'd pull his head back as a whimper lodges in the back of his throat while you kiss your way down the side of his neck, his rock-hard cock throbbing inside your pussy.
He wouldn't make you beg. You would.
You've been edging him for what seems like hours now, you've cum twice in the process and everytime you've made him stop. Forced him to feel every contraction of your walls, feel the way they sucked him in as he hovered above you, whining into your skin in desperation.
Right now, he can't even find his voice to answer you as you pepper kisses on his skin, sucking your mark under his ear where he was most sensitive, overstimulated to the point of no return as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock is twitching, the thick vein running on the underside dragging against your gummy walls.
"Go ahead" You whisper, feeling the hair on his skin rise, his ears perking up at the husky command, getting ready to please you in whichever way you demanded of him "Say the magic words"
"I love you"
Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, his tail that had been wildly swishing behind him ever since you told him to stop suddenly goes limp at your reaction and his realization at the words that spilled past his lips. His eyes are wide like he can't believe he said it to you, here, dropping the bomb out of nowhere in the worst possible situation.
He goes to sit up, hands letting go of you only to flail about as he tries to explain his way out of it. This is not how he intended to confess his feelings. You deserved better. You deserved a proper confession after a proper date with flowers and gifts and-
Your arms lock around his neck before he can pull away from you completely, hauling his face down to yours till your noses brush against each other.
"Say it again" Your voice is a whisper, afraid any higher octave might shatter the spell.
"I love you" He repeats, no hesitation in his voice as his hands find their way back on your skin.
"You love me?" Your voice is disbelieving, laughter filled with self-pity escaping you "You" The word is emphasized "-love me?"
Wrapping his arms around your back, Valko lifts you into his arms and into his embrace, face finding its home in the crook of your neck to press a reassuring kiss to your skin "Yes. For the longest time" He pulls back to look at you, to show you his sincerity "I have been hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you. God, I'm crazy about you"
"Val" You warn under your breath "Don't mess with me"
"I'm not-"
"Because I love you too"
Valko's restraint snaps, slamming into you so deep that your back arches, hips bucking up against his pulsating length as his release crashes over him and he takes you down with him. Thighs trembling, you feel thick spurts of his cum lining your walls till he's gushing out of your sensitive folds.
His entire body has you trapped beneath him, robbing you of air as he hides his face into the sheets, over your shoulder, his neck and ears red from embarrassment. It's only when you start giggling does he pull back, pouting at you.
"I love you, you silly doofus" You tell him, kissing his nose.
"I don't think you should be allowed to say that in bed" His face is burning, tail swishing behind him in elation.
"And you can?"
"Well" He's nuzzling against you again, entire body rubbing against yours "You're obviously better at handling it"
Only because he isn't. You had him wrapped around your finger and loved every second of it.
Years down the line, nothing changes. He's still just as eager to get you in bed even if he knows you're not going to make it easy for him.
"Are you gonna be good for me?" You're on his lap, cooing at him as he fights his natural instincts to take over and fuck you into next week while you grind your pussy down on him.
Whimpers escape him, conceding to you as you bite down on his nipple "Use your words, baby"
"Yes, yes. I will be so good" Fingers digging into your waist, he's resisting the urge to bounce you on his cock with the way you're dragging this out. He's going to try and use underhanded tricks to make you surrender first any second now.
When he sets his sights on you head on, you know it's coming "I love you" His hands are spanning the expanse of your back, waist and ass, digging into each cheek to prompt you to move, bounce, grind- do something, anything "Baby, please-"
"Always?" You circle your hips around his length, your pelvis grinding into him before you rise till he's almost completely out.
You're waiting on him to say the magic words that you so love, knowing he's about concede the way his half-lidded eyes flutter and his body goes taut, strung tight like a bow waiting to snap as his voice cracks when he pleads with you.
"Fuck yes- God, please. I bought a ring last week and booked a venue and I'll always, always be good to you so please just-" When you slam back down on him, his breath catches, voice barely carrying over to you "-give me a chance to make you the happiest girl in the world"
And that's how you find out your silly wolf of a boyfriend was going to propose.
truly just don’t have the words to describe the devastation. lads has been so fun and so comforting and so interesting for nearly two years for me, and now just all trust and creative liberty and emotional connection is severed. infold encouraged their k-pop style fanbase over and over again, and knelt to bullies once before in Rafayel’s card earlier this year if i remember correctly. we should have really seen it coming, especially with EN localism being such shit it kept flipping back and forth on caleb’s tropes to try and appeal to both audiences, and therefore encouraging more infighting. the lighting issues have been a problem for MONTHS now and they know it. they see it. they just do not care. they hear us, they saw the articles written, the real donations to wild conservation efforts, the shrines and billboards that were in motion. they just do not care. they ultimately are to blame for this, despite the crazy local cn bullies that made them resort to complete and utter cowardice to be radio silent for over a week now. to remove Valko in the first place. it’s abhorrent and shameful. to throw so many people’s work in the trash, lose out on all the money? it’s unfathomable. if the government is involved, which it’s pretty much looking that way, then that explains some of it. they could be under a gag order or marketing restriction as things are rectified in game.
to the cn crazies that did all of this, i truly hope you are happy. now you get nothing but cookie cutter bullshit and multi banner into a myth into a rerun into a multi into a solo into a rerun into a multi into a multi into a myth. congratulations. you won so big you sound like my president, holy shit. you won nothing but driving this game into the ground, killing thousands if not millions of peoples interests, and retconning your own love interest. and it’s started already. now we know nothing is sacred, nothing is trustworthy, and if the domestic side makes enough noise, there’s not a goddamn thing anyone else can do about it.
they said they wanted to spread chinese culture and the ccp was probably cracking down on infold making them look bad. but i think this just makes them look so much worse. i will likely never play a live service game that comes from china again, knowing that the ccp can step in at any moment to change everything because a few players didn’t like that Valko is a huge sexy himbo werewolf. i cannot believe this is real life. first in my bloodline to be devastated by the chinese communist party and an otome game, deadass.
but no you’re all pathetic and i will never spend another dime on this game, if i even open it again at all.
Valko theme-song analysis: what does it reveal about him and his lore?
Valko’s theme is a track that oozes playfulness and is an interesting window into his personality as well as life. Let’s take a look at some of the notable lyrics and see what it tells us about this character!
“I can flip from cool to savage,
from brain to teeth”
A standard introduction; hints at his double life as a scientist/CEO and werewolf vigilante(?)
“But your scent blurred all the signals, intoxicated me,
Like a new glitch in the system of the beast in me”
This is basically Valko going like this;
At meeting MC and realising that he’s no longer in control. Silly boy thought he had it all figured out in life until that exact moment XD
“Howlin’ for love, I’ve never felt it,
“I’m howlin’ for love for an enemy”
These lines establish, for one, that MC is Val’s first ever crush, which propably explains why he behaves like a lovesick puppy towards her. These lines also re-establish what we saw in the trailers — the main character’s role in her dynamic with Valko. She is NOT his prey. She is NOT some naive red riding hood; she is the hunter, and just as we saw in the trailer, Valko should fear her…but doesn’t.
“Right on the edge, I love to risk it,
“And you got me, yeah you got me”
In fact, Val is instantly captivated by her and completely shameless about it, wanting, needing MC to feel the same.
“I should follow what the elders say, but you’re locked in me.”
“Let me into your space, bring me into your space, rush of adrenaline”
👀Drama alert👀!! As we know, Valko has a big and tight-knit family, all of them no-doubt werewolves like him, and of course it is only natural his kind has traditions and ways of life in place that he’s been taught since diapers. Perhaps the elders of his pack insisted that he finds a mate in a fellow lycanthrope, but fate played a cruel joke on him, and now his heart belongs to a woman who hunts monsters for a living.
He’s visibly poking and prodding at MC’s walls, trying to get her to open up, which is a really cool switch up from dynamics with other love interests. Here, it’s the guy who is hopelessly fallen and doing whatever he can to cozy up to his precious crush 🤭
“And we can go anywhere, the rules we don’t care,
If it’s just you and me”
Cheeky bastard is going out of his way to ignite that mischievous fire in MC and encourage her to be adventurous with him. The way Valko sees it, as long as they’re together, nothing can go wrong.
And we do see him succeed. The MC is a gremlin towards him, play-fighting, teasing and light-heartedly "bullying" him. It’s what he likes to see — the friction, his beloved being her authentic self; fun and colourful and rude and bossy and sassy and playful. It’s what makes their dynamic so fun — Val isn’t interested in putting MC in her place or being in control. He loves her like this.
“I’m howlin’ for love.”
“You put a spell on me”
This right here is important. Earlier in the song, during chorus, the last line is “your lovely scent has put a spell on me”, indicating that at first, it was biologically-arranged attraction, deciding that this girl right here is his fated. But things have quickly changed. It’s no longer the scent that has him bewitched with MC, but MC herself! He’s in love with her as a person, and it’s now the main reason he wants to be by her side. His adoration is real and genuine.
“Everyone knows I should be wary,
But your lovely scent has put a spell on me.”
Once again, the hunter-wolf dynamic makes a return. He should fear the hunter, should be cautious of her putting a bullet through his skull, or beating him into the ground, but he’s not thinking with his head right now — it’s all heart, and it’s beating a mile an hour for the girl he should absolutely NOT want…but does. And he’s not interested in resisting her.
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Anway, that was all for my thoughts! My inbox is open if you got any questions 😌 cross-tagged to bring more attention to the cause👏
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