#wolfgods

[rott-n-gutt]

Been working on OC concepts-

Wolfgods, Nur'h and Abne'r

[stcrytales-blog]

     ❝ this isn’t... ❞ derek didn’t know which one of the pack members was to blame for the awkward encounter that he had to face. this is why he wanted to keep the location of his loft a secret, he knew them. apparently one, or all for what he knew, had hired an escort to come to his loft. ❝ in no attempt to make this weird or anything, i didn’t hire an escort. i think one of my acquaintances did, but i don’t need one. ❞ derek hadn’t dated someone in a while because they always ended up being murderers and he was sure that the other man wasn’t one, but he couldn’t be too safe. ❝ do you want to come in however? ❞ he rose his eyebrows slightly, stepping away from the door a bit. ❝ you already came all the way here and i was just finishing up making dinner. ❞    //     @wolfgods 

[oddyssea-a]

@wolfgods 

Some soft kisses come before a more proper kiss is followed, a laugh escaping him. They’d chosen to go out and have a little fun. Being cooped up in the house all day long wasn’t a way to live so Karter had figured a bit of competition would help.

They’d snuck into a closed gym for the evening, nothing insane, but it gave him a rush he hadn’t felt in ages since he became a god. He felt like a teenager again.

“Gods I love you.”

[a-droppingpetals]

             graham might’ve been old, much closer to the age of fifty than twenty five, and his bones might crack like an old man’s when he gets out of bed in the morning —— but that doesn’t mean he’d be any weaker or less of a sexual being than what he once was. it’s quite the opposite, he swears, rhys makes him feel younger. and whereas he might feel younger and more of a sexual being than what he used to be, he knows that he isn’t. he also knows that having hauled his husband up over his shoulder like a caveman, he’s going to have an aching back the next day. he figures it’s all worth it though. graham’s hands are holding onto rhys’ legs to keep him from falling off his shoulder, a wide grin spread over his features as he gives the man’s bottom a light smack in return for the one he’d received himself.  ❛  well.. ‘m afraid tha’ i’ll ‘ave to punish ‘ye.  ❜  and with that, the man begins carrying his husband up the stairs and into their bedroom with the sliest grin on his lips.

— CONTINUED from here. // @wolfgods

[meddlingmusesarchive]

 { @wolfgods | x }

As much as Bradley wanted to believe they could have a proper date in their busy lives, he just knew something would happen to cause it to end up going bad. Yet, they had tried it. They had it all planned and Bradley had offered to do the cooking for once rather than order food in. He had worked hard on it and as he waited for his boyfriend to hold his end of the bargain and show up with some wine, he just knew he wouldn’t. With the food going cold, he decided to just eat his own and then place the plate for Rhys in the oven for him to heat up later. Bradley was sitting on their sofa watching some crap on tv when Rhys came in. He found himself just grunting and shrugging. “I don’t know what you can do, Rhys. Your food is in the oven.”

[nucos-blog]

@jakexryder​ / @wolfgods​

“mornin’, sunshine.” the sun was glowing through the the large windows of his condo, spacious room illuminated by the early light. honestly, gabe hadn’t expected the man to wake so early, seeing how gabe swore he was sleeping next to a log in middle of the night instead of his-- boyfriend? Soft eyes lingered on Jake for a second before Gabriel went back up to speed, motioning the man to come forward. “I don’t know if you like breakfast so I made coffee.” There was a subtle stench of smoke as Gabe nonchalantly shrugged away the pan filled with water on the stove. “Crazy thing, someone broke in and burned some eggs a few hours ago. Thank God they left.” He mused as he poured two mugs full. “I scared them away though, don’t worry about it.”

[ofvanguards]

[[ @wolfgods wanted Skyler. ]]

“I hate you” the Battlelord said in a low whisper, not lifting his head from the papers he scrutinised on his desk: maps, letters, plans, designs. All of it important for both peace and war. He’d noticed Rhys’ presence a couple seconds ago, even though he was supposed to be alone in his home. “I keep getting this shiver whenever you open the window, and I know it’s you— but I hate thinking that one day it’s going to be an Assassin or something and I won’t be alert to defend myself”. The first time the other had sneaked into his Garrison, he’d got a good hook to the jaw and a good kick to the stomach. Sure, Skyler had apologised and mended the wounds, following with some kisses and different attentions to the other man, but that didn’t mean he would expect someone to sneak in as freely as Rhys did if they ever found out he kept that particular window open. “What can I help you with?” Finally, the Battlelord abandoned the documents, turning around to look at the other just standing there cockily with his arms over his chest.

[stcrytales-blog]

   ❝ didn’t i make it clear that i was requesting your services for the whole weekend? this isn’t just a one night type of thing. ❞ gothel always prided himself on his appearances and the appearances of those around him. that was why when he had first contacted rhys he told the man not to make plans for the whole weekend. ❝ i have to stop at some place for brunch. we don’t really have to talk to anyone, but they have to see that i’m there and i can’t show up dateless. ❞ he was busy with other things in his life which was why he had resorted to this. ❝ so put your clothes back on, but don’t leave. ❞     //     @wolfgods