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Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
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Imagine being Rocket and Groot's best friend and partners in crime.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Where you know Rocket and Groot since a long time ago and now you’re about to save the galaxy. First imagine! I’m so excited.

—I can’t believe we are in a place like this, again.— You said sighting, while you sat next to the raccoon and the tree, now a little one, you considered as your brothers.

—Shut up, it was your idea.— Rocket moved his eyes from you to see the other persons that where in the same table. There was two men over there also, one of them with a face similar to a fish. And the other one was thin and and with notable facial black hair, he wasn’t Terran but looked like one.

—Excuse me?! Who was the one that took those beautiful stones from that gallery? Because as I remember I was at the bar— You looked at him defending yourself, while a confused Groot looked from one side to another, with a scared face.

—Yeah, but I’m not the one who kicked an Asgardian’s ass.— His voice got a little more high, he was about to get an angry attack. It was one of those days were the raccoon got mad because of everything.

—Yeah, well, the bastard deserved it. He was trying to steal my stuff.—

—He was trying to be nice.— Rocket flexed his legs only to stand on the long chair where you were sitting.

—He scared Groot with that thing of “trying to impress a girl”, right?— Your violet eyes went to the little tree in the middle of you two. With his mouth wide open.

—I am Groot.— He sat at the table, looking at both of you, the two men looked confused at everything. The one with the fish aspect stand up and walked to another table.

—Why you never wanna give the reason to anyone?— Rocket said looking at the tree still annoyed.

—I am Groot.—

—See? Now we are both right and we both have the blame as Groot said. Now shut up.— You finished that discussion, rolling your eyes and looking around the place because you didn’t wanted to end wrong.

Sometimes this happened between the three of you, being all the time together made you guys fight often. But it always ended with one of you stopping it but shutting up, maybe it was almost always you. Rocket was way too stubborn for that. And Groot was the one who was always in the middle and tried to stop you by screaming or made you two apologize.

You met this two months later they got free from the scientists that turned them into them. You liked them since the very first moment you met and almost started a fight with Rocket for trying to steal your necklace and Groot separating you both. After that you stole something that Rocket stole, so they started looking for you. When they found you they stopped you only for a moment and then you guys just started meeting everywhere. Then you just became friends and started robbing together. And well, then happened the fight with Ronan, and there you where months later after that. Inside a prison again because of old habits. You sighted and a unknown voice took you out of your thoughts.

—So, where are you from?— The guy with the beard smiled at your way, looking up to down. Then he got up and walked next to you. From the typical yellow shirt from jails to your black and long hair. The only thing you did was watching him for a few seconds and ignore the fact that he was trying to flirt.

—You better get away from her right now or I swear you’ll get extremely hurt.— Rocket said angrily while he stand at the table getting out his overprotective side.

—What are you going to do, hair ball?— The guy laughed looking at your friend in a funny way. That only made the raccoon even angrier.

—What did you just said, asshole?— That annoyed you a lot. That much that you got up and looked at the guy with a serious face and frowning. Your hands were now made a fist.

—C'mon, pretty. I know you think I’m attractive, don’t try to defend the rat.— You heard Groot growl and Rocket got ready to jump to him. But you just hit him with all the strength you got provoking a nose bleed to the guy. You got so used to hit everyone that annoyed you that it didn’t even hurt anymore.

—He’s not a rat, he’s my brother, you fucking idiot.— After that your eyes got more violet than usual, it happened when you got mad. It like they start shining a little. You gave a spin and after lifting your leg, you felt your foot kicking his neck. The guy ended on the floor and everybody was screaming, you grabbed Groot letting him sit on your shoulder and putted a hand in Rocket’s shoulder. —Let’s go, let’s leave this idiot crying over here.— He jumped off the table and when he got next to that guy he spitted on his beard, making you smile.

He walked next to you, all the way to another block, with a smile on his face. You always show him how important he is and how much you loved both, every time you got the chance. And he felt so happy about being loved by someone. The three of you where literally like brothers. And they treated you as a little sister. Well maybe now you had baby groot were like an old couple and Groot the little child who got in trouble.

—I am Groot.— You heard his voice a few minutes later you got out of the noisy part of the place.

—Yeah, you’re right, Groot. We should make an escape plan.— Rocket said a little more calmed, while he started to look everywhere so he could think about something. You shaked your head in an affirmative way, giving him the reason.

—Okay, let’s see how we get out of here.— You talked in a pacific way, walking throw the halls. You were used to it. At every prison you got trapped, you got out with no problem. Obviously that made you guys wanted for some officials, but as you were robbers you weren’t that searched. Just at the moment you were about to say something, you heard strong sounds from the outside. You exchange looks with Rocket and opened your eyes more than normal. —Is that what I think it is?—

Suddenly a few guards appeared holding you both from your arms to walk, Groot growled but you calmed him by grabbing his hand. While you walked through the place where you were before you looked at the bearded guy sitting uncomfortably next to a wall grabbing his head.

**

—You’re late.— Rocket talked higher than usual when he saw Peter, Gamora and Drax standing side to side, watching at the three of you. The giant guy was with a fun smile, Peter was trying to look serious while Gamora looked at you three with an arched brow, looking like a mom who got a phone call from school saying their children were in trouble. A guard gave you all of your stuff and let you leave at the moment you went out of a bathroom to change your clothes.

—Why are you guys always getting into trouble?— Peter asked on the way to the Milano.

—Okay, you’re not the most innocent one.— You laughed at the same time as Drax when Gamora gave you a little smirk because of you just said. You could imagined Peter rolling his eyes. Groot was holding your hair in a calming way while Rocket looked at you both smiling. —Finally home.— You whispered while entering at the end.

Watching how Peter walked right to put his music, while Gamora started talking about a new “job” and how you had to protect something. Drax grabbed some food and started eating, also paying attention. You sighed sitting in one of the chairs, listening carefully, with a smile on your face.

You felt happy and comfortable with them. Besides getting two “brothers”, the trip trough the galaxy gave you this family. After all you were an actual family who loved each other without caring about the fights and obstacles. Everything you needed was each other.

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Okay, first imagine over here. And it’s officially my first imagine in English, so be patient with that. I definitely accept critics. Hope you guys like it!

Originally posted by agentscullycarter

Connor X Reader X Haytham - Sugar Daddy [Request]

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1466

Warnings: Mentions to sexual content, but nothing too explicit.  Tell me if you think this needs to be tagged as nsfw, but since there’s nothing explicit, I think it’s not necessary. Also, OOC af.

Notes:(I took the freedom to change it slightly and step it up a notch 😉)

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I made this a bit more dirty than usual and I’m willing to make a continuation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), which is strange.

I apologize my lack of activity, but I’ve spent the last week fangirling over Pyre. That game is so husbando/waifu material. Plus it has the cutest canon pairings ever. I’ll replay it again a few more times until I can explore the various options for the endings. Seriously, I’m considering making a reader-insert for Pyre, which could be fucking canon since the player’s character is treated as Reader. The whole damn game is a Reader-insert with basketball-like rituals in between represented by beautiful art and music, and with amazing characters to meet throughout the journey… I just rambled didn’t I?…

Well, I did my best.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Originally posted by assassinscreedbrotherhoodlegend

(sry not sry 4 the gif)

Her fingers wrapped nervously around the edge of her dress, nervously twisting and stretching the fabric. Her boyfriend was driving, hand occasionally settling over hers to grip them reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture, but couldn’t help but feel nervous. Meeting your beloved’s parents was never easy.

“I have an ex that lived here in the area.” She blurted, trying to distract herself with conversation. Connor simply hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing what to reply. “I would still be with him if I hadn’t met you.”

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Allow Me To Erase Your Fears - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 6,170

Warnings: Smut, Romance, Loss of virginity, Slight fluff.

Summary: You huff out a shuttering sigh. How were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-That you were a virgin?

(A/N): This idea has been eating at me for quite some time now, so I decided hell why not? Honestly I’ve never written anything like this before (virginity loss and all) so let me know if there is anything I missed or didn’t include.

I’m aware that its…different than most I’ve read but that was only because I wanted to change things up a bit. I was aiming for something unpredictable, I guess you can say. Hopefully it’s not too horrible. ´^`

It was bound to occur eventually, you think fearfully as you await for the despair of your fears to come true. It’s not like you hadn’t guessed it wasn’t going to sometime, you just always believed it would when you gathered enough information in making it less stressful. Yet here you were today, attempting to escape a reality that cannot be outran.

Don’t take it wrong you loved your boyfriend very much, he was your entire world, your one and only, that much was genuine but the fact that you willing agreed to his sudden affairs was not. You guys have been dating for over a year and a half now, you knew it would sprout eventually, but why so soon? You wouldn’t deny it, you were utterly frightened the moment he brought up the bazaar topic, and as much as you needed to tell him what you thought about it, you couldn’t bring yourself too. Frankly you were too scared. Deep down in your heart, you really honestly wanted to carry out his purposal, to be one with him in the way he so dreams, but the terror overpowered the feeling. It was pathetic, cowardice in a way, so much that you had actually let your worry cloud your judgement and for that it made it strictly impossible to convey that you weren’t entirely “one” with his choices.

You huff out a shuttering sigh, how were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-that you were a virgin?

You hated to admit it but he’d undoubtedly want to back out. You’ve been together far longer than any other cheap shot boyfriend you had before, therefore you knew him well. Too well actually. Indefinitely he would be too horrified of hurting you and in which would also result in him hating himself for suggesting something so selfishly cruel. You just couldn’t win, your brain may wish for such a catastrope of not losing your virginity to happen, but your heart did not.

You sigh defeated, looking down at the carpet beneath your toes, the soft texture gentle against the skin. You think over whether or not you should carry out with his desires? But what happens if he ends up disliking me for not telling him? Will he be disappointed with having waited so long? Would he-

Suddenly there’s a heavy knock heard from the front door that tossed you out of your troubled thoughts. You immediately knew all too well who it was.

Reluctantly standing you make haste towards it, knowing if you don’t he’d grow concerned. Upon unlocking the door you pull it open. The face of your handsome boyfriend greets you with his signature smile, a ‘hey baby’ in tow. You delivered the greeting with one of your own, pulling him in and locking the door before he has any sudden thoughts of changing his mind.

You turn, your boyfriend opening his mouth to say something but you don’t give him the chance as you lean up on your toes and plant a kiss upon his lips. You hadn’t thought twice about it of course, but then again you by now were far past asking permission when it came to kissing each other.

The man quickly gasps at your straightforwardness before complying with you, an arm snaking around your tiny waist to draw you closer while the other rests underneath your chin to bring it up more.

“Chanyeol,” You whisper when he begins to drag his mouth in unknown territory. Upon the calling of his name he tenses and stops abruptly, the worried thought that he made you uncomfortable beginning to torment him. “-I-I need to tell you something before we continue. It’s quite urgent.” Chanyeol pulls back immediately, concern in his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I didn’t… I-I got a little carried away.” Chanyeol quickly apologizes, distangling himself from you in a mere heartbeat. Your own twists with regret. It was becoming harder and harder by the minute to tell him.

Chanyeol may be holding back to the best of his ability now, but after this certain stunt you’ve discovered just how extreme it truly was for him not to jump you. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. You feel slightly flattered and guilty.

You throw him a reassuring smile upon the questioning look, cupping his cheek in your hand. Your thumb runs across his strong features, his skin soft. “Its alright, Chan. It’s not that.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his cheerful self returning almost immediately. You laugh softly at his bipolar moment before quietly guiding him into your bedroom.

You sit on your bed, tapping the spot next to you for your boyfriend to take. Once the both of you were comfortable you open your mouth to acknowledge what’s bothing you, to finally share your fears but the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard you tried. Chanyeol furrows his brows at your struggle, a gentle hand reaching over to cover the ones in your lap. “Baby, what’s this about? Is something the matter? Did I go too far? You can just tell me if you don’t want to-!”

“-No! I mean n-no, that’s not it I promise. It’s just… Well you see…” Your words stammer before your very ears and the reminder of the pain of what’s coming haunts your conscience once more. You look down at the carpet for the third time within a 30 minute radius, biting your lip in frustration. It was getting really irritating of being afraid of something that’s supposed to be magical, of the bliss your boyfriend would without doubt bring you. It wasn’t worth it.

You rent out a exasperated breath. “I can’t conceal it anymore, you see Chanyeol the truth is I’m a virgin. I-I’ve been intending to tell you sooner, to get it off my chest, but I didn’t know how or what to say when you suggested we take our relationship to the next level.” You look up at him with love and honesty in your eyes, bringing his hands to your lips. “I’m scared of losing it is all, this is so new for me and I’ve heard the first time was anything but gratifying. Don’t think its because of you, because its not. It’s me. I-I just didn’t know how you’d react is all. If you’d be upset with me for not telling you sooner.”

There of course was more to the story than your letting on but you really didn’t possess the guts to speak those particular one’s aloud. Besides it wasn’t like you were the only one. Everyone’s thinking it nowadays, c'mon they don’t even try to hide it. Regretfully you’ve read enough fan fiction to grow curious of what’s truly beneath the layer of clothing yourself, of what he’s so desperately hiding. Never believe what you read on the internet is what they always say but you knew enough that not everything on it was a lie. You wasn’t stupid, nor were you blind. Deep husky voice, freakishly tall built, big hands, a mean stroke… There’s only so much the imagination can conjure.

Honestly you were too small to have something of such a unknowing size to fit within you, to be torn from the inside out without your consent. You shiver at the realization, your lips trembling against Chanyeol’s fingers. You can’t seriously be getting second thoughts already?

Chanyeol smiles brightly at you, his lips desending against yours whence the hands were moved to your sides.

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t hardly what you were expecting, though you accept it nonetheless. Quickly you fall into the kiss, eagerly exploring his lips with yours. It was once you’re apart and breathless that he cups your face in his gentle hands. They’re callused against your skin from his guitar playing, but anything but harsh. You furrow your brows. “I’ll make it pleasurable for you (Y/N), not everything you hear is entirely honest, believe me everyone has different experiences in this type of stuff. I truthfully wouldn’t ever forgive myself if I didn’t bring my baby pleasure. Just the thought of you suffering pains me. I desire to make you feel good in all this, to reflect the bad thoughts of your first your brain conceives and replace them with something far better.”

You want to articulate something, something to thank him for understanding, for not ditching you, for being well…him, but like before the words are lost within you. You sigh with gratitude, a smile growing upon your lips at how perfect he can be without even trying, before you lean in to kiss him. The confidence to continue now was more powerful than you ever imagined possible. You really wanted this, you really wanted to be with him completely, to make your bond stronger than ever.

Chanyeol lays you back on the bed, towering above you, the kiss that was once angelic and sweet, morphing into something more intense and dirty the longer it lasted. You shiver at the unexperienced feelings that were coursing through your veins, at the passion that’s being welcomed to you.

A moan escapes your lips now, strong fingers tightly latching onto his shirt, legs squeezed shut between his own unsure what they should be doing. Chanyeol trails down your jaw with soft lips, down your neck, kissing each part of flesh that marks the area in search of all your sensitive spots. He wants to memorize them by heart.

“Allow me to erase your fears, baby.” He mumbles into your neck, his voice thick with desire. His hand gently runs across your side in hopes in aiding you to relax, to have you looking forward to his actions rather than dreading them. It appears to be working if your consistent gaps and moans was any indication.

“Your moans, (Y/N), I’ve never imagined I’d actually hear them. I reckoned you’d never give me the opportunity.” You whimper at his confession, further exposing your neck so he had better access in tasting it.

“Chanyeol… I can’t… Please, I need you to touch me. To do something.” You had stepped so low to begging now thanks to the unforgivable urge to feel those lips, that tongue, those hands, his everything on your heated flesh. Fuck call is selfish, greedy, call it whatever you’d like, it honestly didn’t matter to you. The sensations he was portraying were just too perfect to not beg upon.

Having gotten permission your boyfriend nods, snaking the hand that stayed dormant at your side up your loose t-shirt, where he greedily takes the pleasure in squeezing your breast through your bra. You arch into his actions, a moan of velvet erupting from your lips. Chanyeol groans at the beautiful noise, his kisses rough and wet across the delicacy of your neck.

The pleasures felt too surreal, seemingly like a dream, particularly one you never wanted to wake from.

Chanyeol minutes later slides that hand down your thigh, eager to get his body between them. He doesn’t force you, however, rather simply waits until you were ready, gingerly running soothing circles into the taunt muscles with his thumb. He peppers marks upon your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders, working in silent to get you to enjoy every flare of passion he’s delivering, to feel every ounce of his love for you.

You mewled at the discovery your legs willingly opening for him. “It’s okay (Y/N), take your time, I won’t hurry you. You’re welcome to set your own pace.” He breathes out, his hands going in to explore the new territory that lies between your soft thighs. He doesn’t once touch you in that place of course, but that didn’t stop your lewd thoughts from wanting him too.

With legs spread wide enough Chanyeol places himself in between them, yours now on either side of his own. Your arms encircle his neck when he meets your mouth, savoring and familiarizing himself within the warm moist cavern. Both groan wanton into each other. Your crotch tingles in flurries of excitement, following with a faint gush of something wet making its way out of your body. 

It was a accident that Chanyeol ruts up against your clothed sex, having been too lost in the rapture he moans aloud. You duplicate his pleasure with one of your own. He soon realizes what he’s done however, and in his horror he backs away. You gasp displeased at the loss, at the incredible touch of his arousal against yours, at how hard he has already become. If it was this good with it just touching you than It must be heaven with it inside you. You couldn’t even envision it. 

A whine creeps from you at the displeasure of not having him against you no longer and in your resolve you forcefully buck your hips up into his groin for further exploration. You wanted to drown in the rapture. Over and over and over again. Chanyeol not on the same page, though, is quick to hold them down, preventing your actions instantly. He pants. “(Y/N) I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that, please I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have to.” He explains sternly in your ear, his pants and deep voice sending tremors down your spine. You nodded, your breathing heavy and spoty. Perhaps maybe later then?

Chanyeol pulls himself back, a sincere smile on his face before he’s kissing you again, his hand switching their positions in holding himself up before he runs it beneath your shirt one time more. He glides the hand across your belly, your ribs, feeling every bit of your soft skin underneath his rough fingertips, memorizing what spots are more ticklish and tender and which are not, intent on finding all your spots so it’ll make the finale so much more desirable. He wishes to make you remember your first time as the best night of your life, rather than the worst.

“Can I see you?” your boyfriend asks, his voice ghosting across your damp-with-sweat skin. You flush at the question, turning your head to the side before you bashfully nod.

Soon enough after you were relaxed he lifts the shirt over your head, placing the clothing somewhere beside him on the floor. Your bra follows. Once unsnapped he puts it with the shirt. With them gone you blush beat red, your arms quickly hugging your front in hopes to cover your exposure. It’s not like anyone could blame you, this was really the first time you’ve ever willingly showed your body to anyone. It’s quite embarrassing. What if you were ugly? Your breast surely weren’t desireble. What if he gets grossed out? If that were to happen you’d likely die.

Chanyeol slides his hands up your arms gently, silently encouraging you not to be diffident. “It’s okay baby, take your time.” You nodded letting out a shuttering breath. You mentally urge yourself to steady your nerves before your allowing him to guide the limbs away from your chest.

With nothing in his way now Chanyeol takes in your nudeness, his breath hitching in his lungs at your breathtaking beauty. (No pun intended.)

Content with your obedience, he motions you back down on the bed with little resistance. You tilt your head up at him, worry written all across your face. “Don’t look at me like that, (Y/N), you should know already what I’m going to say. And that’s your beautiful.” He gives you a loving grin, lightly pecking your bewildered face before sitting up on his knees.

Having captured your attention he reaches behind himself and pulls his own shirt over his head until it was off and with the others. Your eyes greedily swallow up the view of his own nakedness, taking in what hasn’t been shown to anyone. Not even his adoring overzealous fans had seen. Chanyeol reaches for your small hand and places it against his beating heart. “See I’m just as nervous about what you’re planning to say just as you were. My heart literally won’t slow for nothing.” Chanyeol shyly looks down at the discarded clothes before meeting your gaze.

The man is quick to move forward, his heart warming as your other hand joins the first. Unwittingly they explore every plain, every muscle, every fiber of his being that he’s so eagerly willing to offer you.

What’s honestly not to like, you ponder? True he may not be as graceful or buffed up as the rest of his band members— preferably Kai and Sehun, or even Lay or Xuimin— but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy what you were seeing. He was working out and even though he still doesn’t match up to those 4 doesn’t mean he’s any less sexy in your eyes. Simply put he was gorgeous the way he was, defined muscles and overlydone abs have no justice to make him any more perfect that he already was. And you make damn sure to tell him this too.

He is mum for the longest of times before his lips crash onto your swollen ones. You giggle at his brashness unable to stop the groan that escapes you the moment he silences the laughter with his tongue. The appendage greets yours in haste, tangling with one another in a dance of utter passion.

Within your fuzzy mind you could faintly feel Chanyeol’s hands begin to trample all over your body again, littering your skin in pricks of pleasure to add on to what he was already inflicting. He squeezes your breast in his large hands, nearly swallowing them whole, but you didn’t dare feel insecure about it, at least not when you didn’t care. The feeling was mutual, Chanyeol also didn’t care. He loves you for who you are, for the fun, bubbly smiley self you was, not by your breast size. He’s made sure to drill that into your head countless times.

You arch into his presses, into the fingers that have began to pinch and tug at your hardened nipples, your kiss collapses from the mewls of bliss that shake your being upon the new emotions your witnessing.

“More. Chanyeol, I-I need more… Please.” You pant, the heat between your legs growing unbearable to ignore now. Unable to ignore what he was doing to you. You lift your hips into him for emphasis, showing him exactly what you are so desperately craving. Of what part of your body it was that was chasing to have his attention on.

Chanyeol grunts loudly, not able to resist not meeting your actions with his own. So pulling you up slightly to his chest he holds you from the curve of your back. You both were a moaning groaning mess, willingly falling into the euphoria of overwhelmed pleasure the harder he dry humps you. He doesn’t stop this time much to your delight. With legs tightly wrapped around his waist, the balls of your feet were beyond forgiving as they dug into his ass. It only makes his dick press down upon your pussy with more force. And god was it so fucking worth it!

Chanyeol buries his head in your neck, suckling onto the sweet flesh until it’s red and bruised. You whine, your fingers combing into his newly dyed hair at the indescribable friction. Unfortunately he stops himself short, a heavy groan of distaste leaving him at his own cockblock. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll come if we continue that any farther.” The man explains breathless. You nodded in understanding.

Pulling away from you with a moan he carries on to removing the lasts of your clothing. You don’t dare stop him, specially not with how much you needed to carry on. It would seem the fear was beginning to fade the more your boyfriend brings you all these pleasures and for that you were grateful.

Chanyeol was slow working in removing your your shorts. Having been unbuttoned seconds later, he hooks his fingers onto the fabric at your hips before he’s carefully sliding them off. He makes certain to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, worried if he hadn’t you’d grow weary and push him away. It was no time before your panties were thrown out as well.

You had gasped, immediately shielding your eyes with your hands, far too embarrassed to look at his face the moment they’re gone. He chuckles at your adorableness. With all your clothing offically off your body and somewhere out of the way, you lay vulnerable. Chanyeol completely absorbs the breathtaking sight. Your blush darkens the more he stares at your nakedness. And in your way of escaping you try to close your legs to block his wandering gaze, but the man once again moves between them preventing such.

“D-Don’t stare Chanyeol… It’s embarrassing.” You stammer, looking away from his intense stare. He lets out a thick laugh, leaning back over your petite body with his towering height, his lips desending upon your earlobe. “How can I not? Your so gorgeous when explosed. My baby girl really needs to think more highly of herself.” You whimper feeling Chanyeol’s hands search and take in the fresh skin that’s been recently uncovered. The sneaky fingers tenderly slipping between your legs, rubbing the insides of your thighs until he’s at the desination that marks your womanhood.

He looks at you, a question of permission on the tip of his tongue. You bite your lip, the touch of his fingers grazing your aching core far too torturing to just say no. Your heartbeat jumps in a completely different way than before, perhaps because, like this it was so much more naughty than having felt his dick through one another’s clothing?

In the end you give your consent. “Please. I can’t stand not knowing what it’ll feel like not having you in every way possible, Chanyeol.” Your legs spread apart more in a way that tells him just how needy you was for his touch. How much you trusted him with your body, knowing that he’d never hurt you.

Chanyeol grins lovingly into your skin, kissing your cheek. Once he finally slides the fingers through the satiny folds of your cunt he couldn’t help but gasp at how incredibly wet you’ve become from just his simple touches. It was nothing he’s ever seen before. His cock agrees, throbbing in the tight restraints of his jeans and before you knew it he’s slipping the finger all the way inside you.

Your eyes widen at the new experience, a cry of absolute bliss falling from your throat. Its so much more different than your own, his were so much more thicker and longer. Chanyeol capturing the reaction he was looking for, gently goes in and out of you, lapping up your slick pre-cum in the process so it didn’t make the movements he was creating dry and uncomfortable.

“Chan-, ahhh!” You moan. Your breaths get ripped from your lungs when he picks up the pace, your wet walls clenching around him with the desire to feel him go deeper. Thrust in harder.

Chanyeol’s groans were increasing in volume, occasionally a moan leaving him at how beautifully tight your virgin body was. If he could he would’ve added a second finger to heighten and intensity the pleasure but you were too tiny for that. He was lucky the one fit. It wasn’t only that either, there was also the possibility that it’ll break your virgin barrier, which would result in more pain than just entering you fully. Decidedly he sticks with the one.

You grabbed a hold of him, your head tossed back against the pillows in the pure ecstasy that’s clouding your mind. You mewl out Chanyeol’s name for the first time, pleading that he never stop. Your boyfriend grows hornier at the sound of his name falling from your lips before he’s quickly ceasing his activities. You whined at the loss, but soon forget it as you watch in awe when the man hurriedly begins to remove the remainder of his clothes. “Chan-!” you began confused, “-I can’t. I can’t wait any longer (Y/N), if I don’t have you now I’m going to lose it.” Chanyeol interrupted, his fingers shaky in their desinated need to free himself.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, is what you wished to say but the words got caught in your throat the moment Chanyeol removed his boxsers. Your eyes widened slightly at his size. Its clear now, books simply have no justice. Its not like you didn’t see it coming, you did hear that tall guys have, well…

Chanyeol hovers above you once his clothing was discarded and you blink up at him, wondering why he didn’t enter you already? Isn’t that what they do? Quick and forceful right, to make the pain hit you all at once instead of it flowing through you while they’re going in and out?

Regretfully you have read too many books.

You watch Chanyeol as he reaches down between your bodies and grabs a hold of his leaking cock, he slowly smearing the pre-cum around the length, you guessing to slick it up. When you presume that it’s been enough he gingerly rubs the tip against your entrance, your swollen clit, using the cockhead to collect all your escaped juices. A choked moan is loudly heard resonating the bare walls at the delicious feeling. You were unable to figure out what he was trying to acomplish by doing this given the outstanding pleasure but you knew you never wanted him to stop.

Chanyeol grunts and growls in your ear, his breath hot against your sweaty skin. He wants to fuck you so bad, that much was clear but the realization that there will be pain on your end forces him into second thoughts. As for right now he was trying to wet himself the best he can with his and your cum, eager to think it’ll make the intercourse less stressful.

Having figured out his ordeals you smiled warmly. With the thought in mind of wanting to pleasure you before hand so it’ll make the real thing much more favorable, swells your heart expedentuly. Still for him to suffer just for this simple action was cruel. “Its okay Channie, I want this… I want you. I don’t dread it as much anymore, not when I know you’ll make me feel good till the end. So please stop holding back, you need to feel me around you just as much as I need to feel you inside me.”

Chanyeol understands your pleads and pulls himself up, moving your hips closer to his own by your thighs. He positioned himself at your entry, a worried gasp heard from your different sizes. You were little, he was big, just how did he expect to fit?

There’s a apology heard that cuts through the awful silence, their voice strained and apologetic, the fingers that lie at your hips strong and sturdy. You had thrown Chanyeol a confused look for the sudden strange of behavior, your mouth opening to ask what for but his hips stop that question instantly.

With just one powerful thrust forward he breaks past your hymen, completely stuffing you with his cock to the hilt. You cry out immediately, tears hurriedly blurring your vision as an intense unforgivable pain shoots throughout your being. Sobs are ripped from you, fingers tearing at the bedsheets underneath them in the strong need to get some type of release from the agony. Chanyeol’s apologies are continuous in your ear, worried you’d never forgive him if he stops. 

Your boyfriend  leans down and kisses your tears, prying your hand from the abused bedsheets, where in turn meets them with his own, interlocking your fingers together beside your head. The walls within clench and constrict around the forceful intrusion, eager to memorize the feeling of being filled of something other than your fingers.

You couldn’t begin to imagine how good it must feel for Chanyeol, with the way you’re swallowing him up, the tightness around his cock that not even his hand can come close to bringing. It must be taking all his will power not to move.

Chanyeol looks down at you, sheer concern for your well-being written clearly in his eyes. Lust lies there too but his worry overpowers the emotion. You give him a pained smile, tightening your fingers around his in emphasis. He had hissed in pleasure when he moves in to kiss you, a whine from you at the mixture of feelings of pain and pleasure. It’s by the next couple of seconds that the pain has decreased and in the need to continue you beg Chanyeol to move. To do something that would make the pleasure engulf you endlessly.

The man is reluctant at first but does as you ask in the end. You looked down when he pulls out to catch a glimps of red but before you could actually decipher why it was there Chanyeol was kissing you again, keeping you from furthering your suspicion. “I’m sorry, please don’t look baby.” He pleads against your kiss-swollen lips, his pace slow and steady. You nod, the bliss of his movements between your legs was more important to keep your mind on anyway.

It’s when the pain is gone and you were happily moaning his name in ecstasy that Chanyeol picks up the tempo of his hips, gradually speeding up in the desire to hear his name leave your lips again and again. You circle your arms around his back, your fingers docile at first but becoming harsh the more pleasure that washes over your senses. Like this you could feel every muscle react, flexing from all the work he’s putting in to to get you feeling good.

In response your legs spread wider apart, craving to feel every inch of him enter and leave your body in the swift thrusts. Your moans grow in quality, becoming more sexier, hotter as do Chanyeol’s but neither care if the other is being too loud or not specifically because the ecstacy that’s coaursing through each other’s veins was too exhilarating not to be loud upon.

In the end your boyfriend was right. This did feel good, like blissfully amazing good. Every push of his hips, every thrust that somehow always hits a different spot every time entered, the bounce your breast do whenever he quickens his pace, the pleasureable burning in your belly you get whenever your orgasm nears, the sound of skin slapping skin, the mingling of sweat from your bodies the more you move and mend together as one. It’s all so wonderful. You had already forgotten where Chanyeol starts and where you end.

What was the worry of being scared when all these emotions, these feelings, these sensations, experiences were in store. It was nothing you could ever conjure up. Masterbation simply has no comparison, it’s shameful compared to this. Sex with the one you love is so much more meaningful, it expresses one’s true love for another with just one heavy activity.

Your fingers claw down Chanyeol’s back when you lift your hips to meet his rapid thrusts, the slight rolling of your hips beyond describing and the man moans huskily, your name in tow.

He slows then he speeds up, creating a friction that’s beyond imaginative. It drives greater pleasure into you than the last. Sweat rolls down Chanyeol’s forehead from the intensity of his actions, the force that he brings forth to please you. The flavor of it against his neck on your tongue, sweet and salty. Chanyeol wasn’t very vocal but his breathing was loud and horase in your ears, his hips sloppily moving in time with your tight rolls.

“Chanyeol?” You had whimped when he suddenly stops. You were so close too. Said person doesn’t respond, instead he grunts and quickly pulls out of you.

You gasp. White. The scent of cum.

Chanyeol was cumming on your stomach. You shiver at the beautiful sight of him getting off, at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue like velvet. The look on his face however takes the cake. He trembles while he strokes himself through his intense orgasm, his cum shooting all the way onto your breast. It’s once he has none left to sprout that he lays atop of you, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

“I apologize, I couldn’t last any longer, not after how good it felt with you around me. So hot and tight and wet.” Chanyeol whispers into your sweaty skin once he slows down his erratic breathing. He soon pulls himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

You smile tiredly, swear rolling down your neck. You stroke his damp hair, moving the loose strands that fell into his eyes over. “Its alright babe, you made me feel good that’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not, you didn’t get off, how is that alright?” He argues. Your mouth opens to tell him that you were fine with that but Chanyeol is stubborn. Moreover he is quick in his movements.

With him between your legs now, you gasp. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was aiming to do and upon realizing, a dark blush rushes upon your cheeks. “One way or another you will reach your own orgasm. I’m not a selfish bastard that just leaves my girlfriend hanging.” Having gotten that out of the way Chanyeol grabs a hold of your knees, spreading them apart nice and wide before he leans in.

Dragging his his tongue against your sex you let out a strained cry, your legs trembling at the dirtiness. How is it so wrong…yet so right!? Letting go of one of your legs he circles your assaulted slit with a deft finger, collecting the mingled cum, before sliding it inside.

His tongue is quick to match the rhythm of his fingers, going both fast and deep. Chanyeol soon slides in another and you jerk violently, the unfairness that he’s only attacking your clit with his tongue making it seemingly impossible to hold back your climax.

You comb your fingers through his hair, pulling at it in either the desperate need to pull him closer or to drag him away, whichever one you didn’t know. Didn’t care. He moans at your reactions, at the acknowledgement of how desperate you were with wanting to come and for that he speeds up. You moans grew louder.

It seems that Chanyeol’s ignoring the ache in his jaw, focusing on only pleasuring you. Its sweet but still unfair. It had been when you begin to spasm that he knew you were nearing. So angling his thrusts he aims for your g-spot, building onto your rushing orgasm. He doesn’t once slow.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You scream out Chanyeol’s name the moment you come, your mind going blank within a matter of seconds, the vision behind your eyelids whitening. It’s so overwhelming that your body shakes in the quakes of pleasure, the bliss beautiful as you reach satisfaction.

Chanyeol smiles pleased before pulling himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he lays himself beside you. You turn to face him when you regained your sanity, your body shaky from the aftershocks. He sees this and smiles scooting over closer to you. He wraps a protective arm around your waist, resting his chin atop your head.

“Thank you, Chanyeol.” You murmur, snuggling closer into his warm embrace.

“For what?” He inquires.

“For everything. You showed me how wonderful losing my viginity was. Your erased my fears, gave me a whole new experience I didn’t imagine possible. I don’t think I could have done it with anyone other than you. For that I’m thankful.” You admit, closing your eyes. The exhaustion was really weighing you down.

Chanyeol smiles brightly at your confession. “I love you (Y/N), of course I’m going to give you everything you least expect from your first time. That’s the type of boyfriend I am. I don’t believe in just one of us getting off while the other doesn’t. You’re my princess.”

You feel tears well up in your closed eyes. “I love you too, Chanyeol. I’m really happy I agreed to this.”

“So am I, (Y/N).” Having said this Chanyeol reaches over and pulls the covers over your bodies, wiping his cum off your breast and stomach the best he could with the duvet before moving in closer to your sleepy form. He chuckles at how cute you were while sleeping before he takes a deep breath. “I’m definitely the luckiest man alive to have you in my life, there’s no doubt about that.”

You smile at that, drifting off. 

Puzzle

EXTRA 1: ”The clock”

Papyrus was walking through the snow, looking at the surroundings attentively. Everything was in absolute silence, there was nothing but a whisper from the wind between the dry trees.
He had expected it would be audible if someone came. But as unpredictable as this world was, everything happened too fast for him to realize.
A hot breath spreading in his face, big maw half opened, long sharp teeth that weren’t just for decoration and a round white paw crushing his chest… Yep. What a great welcome!
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my territory?” The monster growled digging his claws on the tall’s skeleton sternum and clavicle, making his surface sting by the harm.
Papyrus shrugged, his soul was pounding in his chest but he couldn’t show it. Fear was a weakness, as far as he knew. “Does it matter?”
The dog laughed in a well humored pitch. “You’re right. You’re just easy XP” He concluded pressing harder on his chest, with enough strength to leave him without breath and make his marrow drip from the wounds. Maybe with one second more Pap’s ribcage would’ve ceded, maybe he would’ve shot a blaster, but the reinforcements came first.
A violent wall of bones made the other stop and jump away, cursing in a low voice as his prey was stolen from him.
Pap felt how his hoodie was yanked and he landed in the ground like a bag of sand. “Hey… Red” He greeted lowly.
“Hush. Stay limp and don’t talk” Sans began to walk as he observed around in every step, dragging the slender body for a while. Since there was snow it wasn’t  so painful, but Pap would need a change of clothes for sure.


“C'mon Stretch, what were you thinking? That was dangerous!” Red began to scold him once they were in the entrance of the house.
Pap shrugged, trying to chill the other with a soft smile. “Yeah, i know. I just wanted to see how things work around here”
“This is not a fuckin’ amusement park, ya’ bonehead!” He said as he placed a light punch in his arm. Pap winced, the movement making his wounds sting.
“Yeah, but i wanted to give this a try, since you gave it to me” Papyrus waved the device in his arm lightly.
“I told you i was finishing a stabilizer for that, aren’t ya dizzy?” He asked looking at him with concern and cocking a brow.
“A bit” The tall skeleton chuckled. It was a rare thing to see Red so worried about something, he kinda liked it.
Sans sighed with a frown in his face as he brushed his hand in his forehead with bothersome. “Just… Would ya just shut up and take your clothes off?” He didn’t look at Pap when he went to the second floor, he just didn’t want to say anything else for now.
The tall skeleton sat on the couch and undressed, just leaving his pants on. He looked at his chest and sighed to the little cuts in the surface of his ribs and sternum with disappointment.
He had expected more from himself, it hadn’t been his best idea to underestimate this world by coming this way, and he didn’t mean to make the short skeleton worry.
Red came after some minutes with a clean t-shirt and a first aid kit. He looked more relaxed somehow.
They were in an awkward silence for a moment as Sans healed the wounds, but this upset and uncomfortable ambience didn’t last much. “Aw, my Pap got his firsts scars, i’m so proud” Red said childishly, chuckling as he covered the cuts with bandages.
Pap just smiled weakly, unsure about what to say. “Yeah, i wonder how many visits i would have to do before i end up like you” He knew that a normal monster would’ve been offended from such answer, but this was Red, the monster that laughed about the gore animes Undyne used to lend them.
He sniggered briefly and sighed in response. Both of them looked at each other with serious semblances and Papyrus found his chance to talk. “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t mean to bother you by coming suddenly”
Red huffed. “Nah, s'okay. I overreacted a bit there” He answered with a smile before he sat by his side.
“You were right about this place. Life is hard, huh?” Pap felt the short skeleton leaning his weight on his shoulder and breathing slowly.
“Yeah, but nothing i can’t deal with” He said with a shrug as he closed his eyes.
“You know, it would be safer if you just…”
“No. We’ve already discussed this” Red said as he moved away with an annoyed frown.
Papyrus raised both hands and tried to look relaxed. “Okay, okay” He leaned back on the couch with a soft sigh and looked at the roof, then to the banister and then to the tv. He glanced around the house to seek for the differences and the similarities with his old house, it took a moment until his eyes stopped in Red, who was silent and immerse in thought. The lack of furniture and the darkness in the room fitted with him, Papyrus thought.
He did look like a threat when the light was as dim as now, he was like the wild animal that would attack you in your worst nightmares. It was strangely appealing and Papyrus couldn’t deny how much he loved him when his soul was humming like now.
Red seemed to notice his persistent stare, because he looked at him after a sec and smirked amusedly. “In what exactly are you thinking?”
“Guess” He answered simply, his hand touching Red’s cheek in a loving gesture.
“Wow Pap, i’m flattered to have some space for me in that chimney you have for skull” Despite his teasing pitch, his face blushed warm and his eyes pointed Papyrus’ chest.
It was an unnecesary sign, he knew how his soul was glowing and the fact he wasn’t wearing clothes didn’t help.
Pap shifted closer and kissed the scar in his skull gently. Red relaxed and took his wrist to look at the device for a moment, the timer marking some hours left. He was still working on upgrades for the time to be unlimited, but it had been a big progress to extend the first fifteen-minute-traveler into a full six hour traveler that retained him in the other universe as long as he kept it attached to his wrist.
Papyrus distracted him from his invention with a soft pull from his chin. “Still worried about the time?” He asked tracing the cracks in his lower jaw before he kissed them.
Red sensed the surface in his bones tingling from his contact. “A bit”
“Don’t push yourself too hard” Their teeth clicked together before Pap’s long fingers grabbed Sans’ lower spine and helped him to lay down in the couch below his slender body. “It’s okay if you take your time to develop this things”
“I uh…” He stopped at the teeth nibbling his neck and muffled a gasp. “…yeah, i’ll try”
The tall skeleton parted from his vertebra and looked at him, his hand coming up to his chin. “Time is relative after all”
Red blinked and looked at him surprised before Papyrus’ thumb trailed along the gap between his teeth and pushed inside of him to move against his tongue. Sans began to suck almost immediately.
“You left that book back at home. I like it” He mentioned before a soft hum vibrated on his teeth from Red’s actions to his finger.


“I have a new idea for you” Pap mentioned as he was getting dressed. He sat by his side, Red was laying in the couch, still naked.
“What?” He asked opening his eyes drowsily.
The slender skeleton smiled to his expression. He was already half asleep. “An interdimensional communicator” He said with a shrug.
Red closed his eyes and felt Papyrus’ hands on his shoulders. “Yeah? For what?”
Pap rubbed Red’s arms fondly. “So i can tell you whenever i want to come to visit…” He said kissing the top of his skull gently.
Red cracked an eye open, feeling really sleepy and pleasantly relaxed from his caresses.
“…i can work in something like that”

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First extra is up! I’m still not sure of how many will be, but there’s like… four ideas i have in development. Most of them sins.

Chapter 1 of “Shards”

  1. Extra 1: “The clock”
  2. Extra 2: “Sour”
  3. Extra 3: “Steam”
  4. Extra 4: “Link”
  5. Extra 5: “Him”
  6. Final extra: “Taste”
  7. Comic extra:  P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 | P10 | P11/end

Pairing: Liam x reader

Prompt: You’re a new beta of Scott’s pack and Liam helps you get stronger. You find out that he is your anchor.

A/N: Sorry for no gif, my computer is being slow!

It was a very strange, and scary new lifestyle. Who knew that werewolves and a kitsune existed. Who knew there were such things as were-coyotes and kanimas. It was all very new to you. And it scared the hell out of you. 

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