#alexei.

[sleepyokai]

muse: alexei [ 40s, firefighter - werewolf option if you're feeling it ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front & i would loooove a dev patel pls. plot: friends to lovers with one finally getting bold.

The evening had been nothing out of the ordinary, at first, just another regular Sunday night of football with the game playing on the big screen as Alexei lounged on the couch. His posture was relaxed, maybe too relaxed, long legs spread in typical guy fashion. And then it happened----- his friend’s hand brushing against him, and then squeezing him through the fabric of his sweats.

The casual contact was anything but. Heat shot through him, his cock springing to life in startling immediacy. Sparks of pleasure flickered through his thighs, the sudden pressure igniting a need he hadn’t anticipated. He was throbbing now, straining against his sweats, craving more, more contact, more friction, more of something.

And just as suddenly as it had started, his buddy stood and moved away, like it had been nothing more than an absentminded slip. Alexei blinked, hard, the haze of delicious surprise still clouding his thoughts. Instinctively, he dragged the heel of his palm over his clothed cock, a reflexive motion that did little to ease the ache. He’d never imagined risking their friendship for something as base as this, but if provocation had been the goal, it had worked----- far too well.

“You------ fucking get back here,” he growled, voice a mix of need and something deeper, darker. He wasn’t angry, just disoriented, caught off guard. Alexei didn’t mind someone knowing exactly what they wanted, not in the slightest, but now his mind churned with questions. Would this change everything? Was he wrong for chasing after it?

One thing was clear: if his friend thought they could tease him and walk away, they were sorely mistaken.

Pushing himself off the couch, Alexei trailed after him with an intensity that was impossible to ignore, like a moth drawn to a flame. His jaw clenched, eyes smoldering with a heat that betrayed his hunger. "Aw. Too much for you?" the burly man teased in a low, charged rumble that practically vibrated with tension. Holy shit. Were they really talking about this?

“C'mon...” he pressed, “You’ve at least thought about it. Now that you're grabbing at whatever the fuck you want like that.”

[gccdcompany]

   alexei didn’t know why he was being more adventurous in the realm of leaving his territory. maybe it was that he wished that he could run into rosie again. no  ——  he was pushing that idea right from his head as fast as he could. he couldn’t be interested in a human. maybe it was the fact that the territory had become so stagnant, that it was driving him mad with cabin fever. so he found himself outside of the wild things night club, wondering why it smelled so dead from the outside. it made him curious, but he kept himself from entering quite then.

[itsjacktheknife-blog]

i am fucking

compromised

[sleepyokai]

muse: alexei [ 40s, firefighter ] open to: m only pls! muses of color to the front thank youuu. plot: more valentine's day fluff! your muse went on a failed date just to come home to alexei passed out on their couch after a rough shift.

It's the loud, unceremonious slam of the front door that rattles the walls, startling him awake. His head full of dark messy curls jerks up from the plush couch pillow, elegantly long lashes blinking against the fog of sleep. And, for a moment, he’s disoriented, groggy, and forgets that he's even in someone else's home. That bone-deep exhaustion from yet another arduous shift had driven him straight to his buddy's home, apparently to crash without grace or apology. Valentine’s Day. Right. The exact date comes crawling back into reluctant awareness as he mops a hand down his face and grizzled beard, yawning through stiff limbs. He’d dodged the whole catastrophe by clocking into overtime, avoiding the minefield of romance entirely. Not that Alexei wasn't a whole hopeless romantic wrapped in a teddy bear build, but well... his last ex had left him perfectly content to committing to only bachelorhood. Stretching, he pushes to his feet, trailing after the sound of movement. "Sooo," he mutters, still a bit half-asleep as his large shoulder catches the doorframe, "how was it? We like this one, or just another asshole?"

[sleepyokai]

muse: alexei [ 40s, firefighter - werewolf option if you're feeling it ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front! plot: someone pls give me the sweet kinda shy friend with their big buff (and still equally sweet) jock bestie dancing around certain hidden feelings for each other! alexei's forced to give relationship advice and he's just... secretly not okay lmfao. will they ever get their shit together? let's see!

"Sorry, but what do you see in that asshole?"

Alexei didn’t mean to sound so blunt, except, okay, maybe he did.

He had tried. God, had he tried. The late-night phone calls dissecting every lukewarm date, every cryptic text that read more like a ransom note than romantic interest. He’d played the dutiful best friend, nodding along, offering translations for behaviors that frankly shouldn’t need explaining. Usually, he didn’t mind being the sounding board, as covering each other’s blind spots was a part of the whole friendship deal.

But his patience started wearing thin.

He’d come over tonight for a rather simple agenda: chill out, maybe binge some new Netflix series, definitely not dive headfirst into yet another excruciating recount of his buddy's perplexing and bewildering love life. Deep down (if he was being honest, which he rarely was with himself,) he didn’t want it to work out. Not even a little.

But that was dangerous territory, and he wasn’t about to unpack that shit right now.

"Since when do you even go for guys with more biceps than brain cells?" he added, arching a brow as he grabbed the remote. He thought he knew his friend’s type: nerdy, thoughtful, the kind of guy who could debate the finer points of Tolkien over a half-priced beer. But this? This was a bit of a curveball.

"I thought you liked, you know, nerds," Alexei went on teasing, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smirk. "No offense."

It was supposed to sound light, playful. Instead, it came off… heavy. Weighted by something he couldn’t name----- or wouldn’t.

Sliding onto the bed, he gave his friend a nudge to make space for him about to take up most of the surface. "C'mon, scoot. We’ll order in, binge your favorite show, and forget all about what'shisface."

And maybe, just maybe, Alexei could shove whatever this was (this ache, this tension) back into the box where it belonged.

[gccdcompany]

ALEXEI, WHO IS SOMEONE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW?

The one person that Alexei wants to know is Rosie Elvin. She’s the first human that he has not only seen but interacted with in over twenty years —— and shes not as horrible as his family told him humans were.

[gccdcompany]

ABOUT ALEXEI REZANOV.

FULL NAME: Alexei Mikhailovich Rezanov

AGE: 37

NICKNAME: Lex

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, heteroromantic

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis male

HEIGHT: 5′11

WEIGHT: 245 lbs

SPECIES: Werewolf, alpha within the Rezanov pack ( Wolf fur is black ) 

OTHER

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Is covered in head to toe scars from his fights with other wolves.

OCCUPATION: Unemployed, puts all attention into being an alpha.

HOMETOWN: Novosibirsk, Russia ( family originates from Russia, he moved here when he was six years old ) 

PERSONALITY: Unforgiving, distrustful, easily angered and violent. 

RELIGION: Atheist

VIEWS

WEREWOLVES: Only the wolves in his pack are deserving to live. 

HUNTERS: Will attack any that he encounters. Has been known to be exceptionally violent towards them.

VAMPIRES: They can’t be trusted, but he is less likely to fight one than any other supernatural. 

WITCHES: Ever since he was turned once by a witch and stuck in wolf form, he has found them worthy of being killed instantly.

HUMANS: They can’t be trusted, but he won’t attack them if he sees one —— unless they enter the bayou.

ABOUT

Has he really seen a normal human in the flesh since he was sixteen? That’s a hard no, sir! His mother told him about how the supernatural can’t trust a human. He ended up trusting a witch. What did she do? Trap him in his wolf form for two weeks. Let’s just say he can’t trust after that and has kept to his home on the bayou since.

His mother ended up being killed by a hunter when she left the pack temporarily for supplies. 

He overtook Xavier Diaz for the alpha position in the pack years ago. Xavier was getting too old for the position, the pack was saying. Alexei isn’t one to hide from what he really wants, becoming the one to fight for the position. Since then, the pack has become more violent and secluded. It’s all for their safety.

He’s covered in head to toe scars. Being a violent pack, Alexei has found himself in quite a few wolf fights in his years. If a normal human saw him off the streets, they’d probably think he was a murderer in some C horror movie.