‘𝗔𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱. 𝗜𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.’ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴍᴅɴɪ

So it should be discussed that he is not a fan of being tossed treats like a dog-

“Ay dios mio, what a day. New year, same problems. Bah— Maybe I’m getting too close to that ‘decrepit’ age -“💦

Mind not the sounds of what feel reminiscent of a fire cracker going off. He’s just finally found the time to stretch out and shake some of the sleep off.

Only in stories passed in whispers and near flickering flames do you hear of the mad dog under the moon. Surely only in stories could one paint the moon red.

No matter how tame, All beasts retain feral instinct.

Leather most definitely isn’t his thing. In either shape.

Lupo De Muerto

That’s,,,,,, something to call it.

The unified sigh of frustration of women who ask Xavi for puppies and get taken to a pet store.

How lucky he is to be a creature that’s not easy to get cold.

mouth, tongue brushing against the inside of her cheek.

instead. Hands, preciously at her waist, sliding up her clothing and pressing his palms to her bare skin underneath, slowly stroking up and down the length of her sides before the sensation of tastebuds sliding between her lips suddenly strikes her. The slow filling of her- -

her, but nothing can come out before she goes back in. His head tilting to lock their lips together and arms all the tighter around her. It would make someone assume he just despised the moments she’d spent away from him that he intended to keep her firmly in place now - -

throat rumbles when he breathes. The faint growling innate to his existence, the overwhelming stature he has over her. It must’ve taken him a long time to hide and deal with these predatory traits of his trying to help people like her. He seemingly wants to say something to- -

Werewolves do tend to be rather large. The human facade can only hide so much before it needs to expand to push down so much hidden muscle and dense bone. It wouldn’t be her fault if being in them fault tight. Being this close to him, maybe she’s even noticed the way his - -

physical, or sexual prior to it was— Her own assumptions.

when he moves to kiss her, he doesn’t flinch once. Arms slowly tugging her down so he doesn’t have to sit straight up to do this. The waft of warm air as he exhaled from his nose spilling over her face like a breeze of warm relief. Whether the tension he’d felt was emotional, - -

to a child at all times of all days to invoke a sense of things being fine. He’s… Thinking. Like he’s not sure what emotion to give to her right now. “Let’s just call it… Mutual, yeah?” It’s cryptic, and not really an answer, but despite the hesitation before it happens, - -

of guardian. Even now, he’s seemingly unable to keep himself from putting her in these protected positions. Looking at her, he has a different aura to his face. The way he’s looking at her doesn’t have that same smile he always wears. That sense of reassurance like one gives- -

it’s happened he’s never had that… Reaction before. Never thought about back-when. His hand instinctively, at some point, had moved to her back. Rubbing circles into it as if she still needed this comfort him. It’s so clearly instinctually built into his muscles to be a sort- -