A Random Medley Of Delightful Shit. And Sex

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs

Part I

Alucard x female reader

Synopsis: A flirty, playful night with Adrian takes a dark turn.

TW: Dark fantasy, horror, blood, smut (explicit) 🔞

This is my first attempt at smut, and who better than my bby Alucard as MC. I hope you enjoy it!

“…And there, in the dead of night, under a moon so maroon, the White Wolf prowled — ravenous. Sturdy were its footsteps, calculated were its gait. Ahead, still as a rosebud in a windless twilight, its prey lay splayed out — helpless. 

Something about its small intakes of breath, its unsuspecting demeanour, made it all the more enticing for the imposing predator. Ever so slowly, the White Wolf, eyes like the golden gleam of a rising dawn, emerged from the thicket, pressing forward, inching closer, closer, closer…”

Body hovering over mine, Alucard’s words were a rasp above my cheek. The antiquated tome he had been reading from now a forgotten humdrum between our bodies. As velvet lips collided into me, I melded into his being. He was a hypnotic wave crashing into shore, and I was but delicate driftwood being dragged underwater.

His kiss was insistent, impatient. I had no escape, no cavity of air to quell the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Still, I kept going, because he was the only breath I needed. My fingers clawed ruthlessly at his back — muscle and bone Herculean from years of battling night creatures and evil forces. Skin so utterly cold, yet I wanted — needed — more.  

His body was a frigid storm to my fervent summer. “You are glorious as the solstice sun, darling. With you I am forever warm, within you I live eternally,” the confession falling easy from his lips the day he had taught me how to hunt.

Faces lost in each other, bodies entwined and limbs tugging like our lives depended on it, Alucard let his hand roam under my nightdress, finally finding solace in the swell of my chest. I shifted slightly at the unusual chill. Was he ever this cold?

Over the months I had become accustomed to his half human intricacies. His unnerving stillness, his undeniable thirst for blood try as he might to hide it, his erratic need to stay up nights in a row roaming the castle “just to be sure…” 

I was no fool. Those witching hours almost always had him back in his childhood room — he would stare, as if entranced, at the spot he had staked his father. And I would see the grief in his eyes — the absolute contrition at his travesty, one he wished he could take back, but couldn’t. 

Alucard, the son of the great Dracula and benevolent Lisa Tepes, the almighty dhampir. A being so beautiful he could bring a kingdom to its knees, yet one so cruelly tormented by his past.

“Baby, eyes on me.” My eyes fluttered open, realising I was lost in the wrong moment. He crashed his lips into mine once again. 

As if in a bid to stop my obsessive thinking, he started to grab at my breast, kneading furiously, thumb toying with my nipple. I leaned in closer, but alas my human endurance had reached its limits and I pulled away for air. 

“I want to know what happened to the prey. I am most opposed to unfinished stories,” I tried to play coy in between ragged breaths. Nose to mine, he wore a smirk on his handsome face. He had a playful glint to his stare — contemplative, as if taunting me to continue with my officious fib. 

Alucard picked the tome up from my stomach, grazing his fingers ever so slightly over my abdomen. He trailed the book slowly down my navel, its cracked spine against my bare skin sent fireworks to my core. I watched with bated breath as the print finally landed where he wanted it — in between my legs. He dragged its spine down, then up again, repeating the motion, teasing, eyes never leaving mine. 

Satisfied with how wet my undergarment had become, he hushed, “I think it better if I showed you instead. Don’t you agree, princess?” 

“Ye..yesss,” 

“Do you like that?”

“Yesss…”

“Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. Submitting to him was easy. Too easy.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, hmm?” 

Without warning, Alucard ripped my soaking cloth off my hips and plunged two fingers inside. I cried out at the shock and how good it felt, and as if by instinct grabbed his hands and guided them deeper into me. Alucard let out a stifled moan at my brazenness, his erection growing fast under his black britches.

He watched with eyes half-lidded, completely spellbound as I bounced into his hand, my breasts rising and falling with every thrust. Body and mind so turned on he reached urgently into his pants and started stroking his length. 

For a long moment we just sat there, eyes locked on each other, legs spread wide, our sex stimulated. And what a profane sight it must have been for our bed chamber was filled with nothing but wanton “fucks” and the squelching of his fingers coated in my lust. 

I fucked myself into his fingers harder, and reached desperately for his cock. With more force than necessary, he caught both my wrists with his free hand and pinned them to my stomach. “That’s for later,” he chided. 

Alucard was usually wary of his inhuman strength around me. But tonight, tonight he was carnal, rough, like an animal being let out of its cage. His knuckles went white with how much pressure he had put on my wrists, and I bit my lip knowing it was going to bruise. 

As if to edge me further, Alucard pulled his fingers out and gazed at them ever so intently, admiring the slather of fluid glistening like diamonds on his digits. If his etherealness hadn’t killed me, then perhaps what he did next would have driven me close to death. With deliberate calm, he brought his fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue over my juices, savouring every single trickle.

My dhampir, hair like a divine cascade of golden waterfalls, on his knees, drinking my lust as if it were vital sustenance, yet all that he was was in direct contrast to his reverence — powerful, dominant and deadly. I marvelled at his masculine elegance — the way his pectorals tensed as he licked his fingers dry, how his faded sanguine scar stood distinct against his alabaster skin, the definition of muscles that ran down his pelvis…

I swallowed. 

“God, you taste so good. Only for me, yes?” 

“Yesss…” Being thoroughly educated and well-read, I was fairly ashamed it was all the vocabulary I could muster.

And it would seem that more crude words were soon to follow, as Alucard then dove in between my thighs and sent his tongue plunging — deep, depraved — into my clenching walls.  

“Fuuuck, Adrian!” 

Hearing his name sent him over the edge, and he started sucking hard — wet pillow lips against wet pillow flesh. I was heaven and hell collided, rising from it like the luminescent birth of a star. I ground my core into his face, hands grasping his woven-gold hair, willing him to dive further into me. 

Alucard groaned in pleasure against my clit. Powerful, cold hands gripped my thighs apart, and my sweet lover lay soft kisses to the insides, thumbs expertly caressing my sensitive folds. In all his vampire glory, he bared his fangs ever so slightly, sharp teeth just barely peeking through, grazing them over my clit and thighs, nibbling, never breaking skin. I was undone. 

“Adrian…Adrian please…”

“Please what?”

I was all heavy pants and delirious to give a coherent reply.

Head still positioned at the apex of my thighs, his eyes raked over his masterpiece — delicate features coated in sweat, nipples hard from stimulation and the soppy, pulsating cunt laid out like a feast inches from his mouth. What a mess he had made of me, and a mess he was most certainly proud of. 

From in between my legs, Adrian was a fallen angel from a paradise unknown. His eyes like gold afire were so wholly glazed over they looked like one with the smouldering flames nestled atop our chamber candles. 

Patience waning, he asked again. “Please…” humming the words into my clit…“what?” A loud moan escaped my lips. I arched my back in sheer pleasure, feeling the build up in my core.

He dragged his fangs against my thighs, eyes fixated on mine, drinking in my desire. 

“I want…I want…” my chest heaving so violently from how close I was to release.

“What do you want?” Adrian moved to whisper against my ear. This was too much. 

“I want…I want you to turn me.”

Alucard went very still, his pupils blown wide. Everything went very still. The flames lost its dance, the curtains absent of sway.

“What did you say?” His voice was still water with undercurrents of danger. 

His statuesque figure towered over me, pinning me under. 

“I said, I want you to turn me.” 

Alucard held my stare, and as I took them in, an unearthly shadow seemed to lurk beneath those incandescent irises. 

If my question threw him off guard, his unsettling stillness made it clear he wasn’t most fond of surprises. It took a long moment before he finally moved, his supernatural speed having him by the window in seconds. 

Frustration soon shrouded my orgasmic high. I forced my spent body off the reprieve of our mattress. He was going to answer me whether he liked it or not.

“Adrian! You cannot disregard my question any longer! I’ve wanted this from the first time you made love to me, don’t pretend it was never asked of you,” exasperation evident in my tone.

“Peril or not, I am not afraid. I…”

A sudden squall of wind extinguished the flickering flames. Our bed chamber was plunged into chasmic darkness, summoning a bitter chill that seeped through the wooden floors. There, still as a predator hunting prey, hovered the glowing golden orbs of Alucard's eyes, the blacks of his pupils far wider than I’d ever seen. 

“A…Adrian?” 

[monstersflashlight]

Thinking about your take on (any) monster eating an aphrodisiac candy on accident or like an accidental aphrodisiac pollen ingestion (from like just sniffing around scavenging/hunting) - if that makes sense? Just imagine them losing a bit of control, being so needy, and only wanting “it” to go away yet it feels too good to not be inside the reader… yea I’m totally normal about this.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with this and take your the time, make sure you are well rested and taking care of yourself! 💙

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm trying to be kinder to myself and it's always nice to have a reminder. That said, I hope you like his little story I came up with. I went overboard with this. I don’t know where this came from but dang if it wasn’t fun. Hope you enjoy! <3

Wrong candy, right hole

Werewolf x fem!witch || dub-con, accidental drug ingestion, size kink, oral sex, knotting, breeding, squirting, lowkey somnophilia || tw: there’s mentions of anxiety and a panic attack

“I’m so fucking hungry, are you done?” He pushed his face against the side of your head, almost bent in half to do so, looking over your shoulder. When he pressed against your space so closely, you felt so tiny. Fucking werewolves being as big as a refrigerator.

“Wait a lil bit, dude. I need to finish this so I can send it today.” You told him, pushing his snot away from you. You were trying to pack the last products of the day before going for dinner. You told him that at least three times already, but he was so damn impatient. You kinda loved him for it, he was always so eager for everything you did together, it was charming in a way.

“But I’m hungry…” He whined, making you bite your lip to hide a smile. Your best friend was so cute when he was acting all puppy like. You though werewolves would be more dominant or something, but he was just a big furry himbo. And you had a bit of a crush on him, but you weren’t going to sexualize him that way. You knew part of the reason you had a crush was because of how big and imposing he was, how furry his body was… You had a bit of a monster kink, and well, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you didn’t say anything about it.

You pointed at the counter and told him: “Eat some candy, they are over the counter.” He let out a happy sound as he marched to get them. You turned around in time to see him eating some of your last shipping products. Oh fuck.

“Uh, oh,” you mustered. This was bad, really bad.

“What?” He asked, opening his mouth wide, candy crumbs falling off. Gross.

You look at him with what you hoped was a sorry face. “You shouldn’t have taken that.” He didn’t eat the candies you were pointing to, he ate the ones your client specially asked for.

His face fell instantly, the worry in your tone not as hidden as you thought. “What? Why not?” You could see the gears in his brain turning, thinking about all the bad possibilities.

“It’s not candy,” you mustered, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but calculating how much time you had before it started to make an effect on him. Fuck, you didn’t know if it was going to be enough, it should be fast. Fuck.

“What?! You said I could take one.” He yelled at you, his voice growly and sexy, you tried not to think about that last part. Your lady parts would have to wait.

“The other ones, damn it. Now I have to make a new batch.” You tried not to sound annoyed about it, but those took so much effort to make… Damn it.

He looked at you like you were dumb and asked: “What were those, then?”

“Aphrodisiac candies,” you confessed slowly. The clock was ticking and you didn’t know how he would react, you normally provided them for other species, never for wolves.

“What?! WHY DID YOU HAVE THEM THERE?” He asked, starting to panic. You tried to calm him down by touching his chest, making him match your breathing. He complied, but with great effort. The clock was still ticking.

“It was an order. I was gonna pack them! But you ate them.” You kept breathing slowly, his big furry paw now on your chest, trying to breathe together. You learned about that when he had a panic attack the second time you two meet, and it had been helpful so many other times.

“What do I do? Give me the antidote,” he asked. You looked up at him with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I- There’s none.” You tried to stop him from getting away, but he pushed you lightly and stepped back, his paws going through his head, frustration and anxiety very present on his features.

“What?!” He exclaimed. “I need to go. I need to get home, get my fleshlight. I don’t know. What do I do?” He sounded more panicked by the minute. You felt very sorry for him and even worse because it was technically your fault.

And then a light bulb turned on your head. “Or I could… I could help you,” you told him, looking to the ground, suddenly shy. You just offered your best friend to have sex with him to ride out the aphrodisiac he accidentally ate. Your brain wasn’t in the best place, but you couldn’t avoid the wetness between your thighs thinking about fucking him.

He turned to face you completely, his eyes so big it looked comical. “What?”

“Just… Just if you want to,” you muttered. Each second that passed it seemed like a bad idea. He was your best friend, he didn’t see you like that.

And then he deadpanned: “Are you saying you want me to knot you?” You blushed from your toes to your hair, hearing him talk about knotting made your pussy twitch and juices flow, you could feel the wetness on your panties growing uncomfortable.

“Dude when you say it like that.” You looked at him intently expecting him to say something else, but when he didn’t, you answered truthfully: “Yes, okay. Yes! I want you to knot me.”

“Am I taking advantage of you if we do this?” He asked, his tone worried. That made you confirm your choices. Of course you would do that for him, he was your best friend and the best werewolf you knew. He was better than any man, human, warlock or any other species you knew. He was just… him.

“No, I want this. I… I might have a bit of a monster kink…” You blushed again, and he smiled at you smugly. “Am I taking advantage of you?” You asked, matching his worried tone.

“No. I… I’ve had a crush on you since forever.” You looked at him perplexed, completely shook, what the fuck? “Your fucking candy also has some truth serum or what?” He asked and you remembered that yes, it did, fuck.

“Maybe… It’s to make the communication between partners better,” you explained. It sounded bad to your own ears, like a silly excuse for what was just happening, but you didn’t care. He had a crush on you. On you!

“Good lord, I’m never eating anything you give me ever again.” You chuckled at that, and he followed. But it was short lived. His laugh broke with a whine: “Fuck, it hurts.” He was palming his cock through the fabric of his pants and you could feel saliva pooling at your mouth. Dang you wanted to suck him off badly.

“Shit. Yeah, it should be starting to make effect.” He looked back at you with full on puppy eyes, making your heart constrict and your pussy get wetter. You pushed him backwards, and he let you guide him to the back room. You had a mattress there for when your long potions had to be made, so you could take a nap. You thanked the Goddess and pushed him on it. “Does this work?” You asked, sitting on his lap, you could see the outline of his dick and you wanted to explore every inch of him. He nodded eagerly, his paws grabbing your hips to grind your covered pussy against his dick. He whined and let out a long groan, a wet patch forming in his pants. “Did you just come?” The smile on your face was so big it hurt your cheeks.

He looked at you embarrassed. “Yes, fuck. What did you give me?” His hands kept moving your hips to grind against his dick and you were starting to lose your mind. The friction was so good you were close yourself.

You groaned and told him: “You ate it yourself. It’s… It’s supposed to make your sex experiences extremely pleasurable. And maybe… Maybe improve your stamina?” It wasn’t a question, it did improve stamina greatly, that’s why you never gave it to wolves or other species with already good stamina, their partners couldn’t hold that much time.

“I’m a werewolf, I already had enough stamina!” His words agreed with your inner turmoil. Fuck, his clothed dick against your wet panties felt wonderful. “Take off your clothes or I’ll rip them.” His low growl made you groan and more juices pooled on your panties. “Fuck, I can smell you. I can smell how wet you are.” You got up from his lap and started to get your clothes off. You were being too slow because he growled and tried to grab you. You stepped back and took care of the rest rapidly.

The second your clothes were off you, he was launching himself at you, his face going directly for your pussy. You felt his long tongue inside of you, so long and so inhuman that it was hitting every single place inside of you that made your toes curl. You kept cursing as your hands found his fur, you pulled and groaned as he ate you out like a desperate animal. You could see his hips grinding against the bed, he was probably making a mess. In your foggy brain, the pleasure hit a max level and you exploded, coming against his face as he licked every single inch of you.

He pulled back, his face contorted in what you only could describe as feral grin. He ripped off his own clothes, the sound of tearing fabric excited you. And then you saw his dick, and you twitched. He was so fucking big, his tip was red and big, leaking so much it looked shiny. But what scared you the most was the knot at the base, so big it was almost like your whole fist. Dang. You weren’t sure that was going to fit inside of you.

“I’m not sure that’s….” You tried to push away on the bed, but he grabbed your legs and pulled, positioning yourself perfectly for him. Your pussy on display and your legs over his shoulders.

“It will fit. I’ll make it fit.” His voice had an edge of danger and you shivered.

Your pussy was sensitive after the orgasm he just gave you, so when he pushed inside of you in one hard thrust you almost lost it. You arched your back and screamed at the top of your lungs. His mouth found yours, and he started kissing you, more teeth than lips. He didn’t wait, he didn’t let you warm up, he started fucking you hard and fast, your whole body moving when he pushed inside. When he bottomed out, you could feel his knot against your entrance, trying to slip inside, an insistent pressure driving you wild. He grabbed your hips and pulled them up, the perfect angle to hit your G-spot with every thrust. You were seeing stars as he grunted and growled against your open mouth. You weren’t kissing anymore, he was just licking the inside of your open mouth as you lost your body to pleasure.

He came inside you. Once. Twice. Three times. Maybe even four, you stopped feeling it when it started to be too much. You could feel his cum moving inside of you with each thrust. But he kept fucking you, using you like a toy for his pleasure, and you couldn’t even blame him for being rough because you were enjoying it a lot more than you should. You did that to him, but good lord if it didn’t feel like paradise. You lost count of how many orgasms you had as he pounded you, your body at his mercy.

When you thought it was impossible to feel more pleasure, you felt him slow down, pressing and pressing, and pushing and trying to stretch you impossibly wide. You thrashed under him, there was no way, but he didn’t mind your struggling as he forced his knot inside of you. You let out a cry as it fitted inside, you felt like he was breaking you apart in the best possible way. You didn’t know it could feel like that, you didn’t know it could feel so good. Your voice gave out before your body did, your scream turned silent as he bit and licked your neck, probably leaving a line of hickeys there. You didn’t care. It felt so good. Too good.

And then he pushed on your lower abdomen, making you feel so full and so weird, but it was so hot. You had so much cum in you, a bump in your lower abdomen indicating he came so many times you were knocked up for sure. You would need to make contraceptive potions tomorrow, but for now you could enjoy the feel of his cum inside of you. So much, so hot. It felt like molten lava was melting your insides as you came and came. And he came and came.

He moved his knot against your G-spot over and over, making you want to cry because of the pleasure. And then you felt the telltale sign that you were going to squirt. It only happened a couple times before, never with somebody else, but when you tried to alert him, your arms and legs wouldn’t respond. You could just lay there in silence as he took his pleasure on you, off you. You squirted, soaking his fur and making him stop for a second, surprised. His answering growl was so feral you felt it in your whole body. He came again. And again. And again.

At some point you passed out. Your body gave out. But you guessed he kept fucking you, the candy was supposed to last for hours. Well… You trusted him, he could fuck your asleep body as much as he wanted.

[starlightrows]

Better Late Than Never

Alpha!Boba AU

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[finishingschoolbooks]

How to Ride a Werewolf

Now remember, a lady rides sidesaddle, NOT astride. Your mother would be in hysterics at the very idea that a daughter of hers would ride a werewolf astride! Why, next you’ll be showing ankle…

[were-ralph]

That’s not how you ride a werewolf ill show you how to ride a werewolf !!

[dreaming-of-old-encounters]

The Fifth (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! OC) Part I

Summary: The members of Sleep Token are exhausted, utterly drained. Sleep beckons for a new addition to take the load off the group; A Fifth.

Word count: 1.8K

I hope y'all enjoy I have a few parts planned out with the potential of this becoming a longer piece if you're interested. Poly! Sleep Token with a Fem! OC but can definitely be read as reader insert.

This was the third night in a row that he had dreamed of, well Vessel wasn't sure what he was dreaming of. It was never pleasant, Sleep's dream rarely ever were, but these were different. 

They were never like this when II, or III first began to plague his dreams. Sleep had been clear with them. They had come with a sense of purpose and drive to seek the new members out. Nor was this like the other messages Sleep had sent Vessel, she had always been clear, given him instructions or a goal. Those dreams had always felt real; Vessel could feel every touch, hear every word, and move freely sheltered in the safety of the dream world Sleep had created.

But this was completely out of his realm.

The clearness of the dreams had been replaced with flashes of images. Mousy hair, deep brown eyes, and pale translucent skin. Never a clear image, and never tangible. He had tried to reach out to the being when the dreams started to happen but the uneasiness of it all had prevented him. It was as if he was tied down and gagged, unable to respond to the chaos around him.

Was it fear? 

No. 

Even when Sleep punished her followers, the fear was never like this. That came with understanding, while sometimes cruel Vessel understood it. This was completely different, wild, unnerving and Vessel did not like it.

Reaching out blindly to the side table by his bed, Vessel searched for his phone. Lifting it to his face, expecting a light to blind him as he turned it on. A low sign left his lips, he had forgotten to plug the darn thing in again. No matter what  time it was now there was no going back to bed. His head was too filled with a heavy confusion he had not felt since the early days of Sleep Token, since the early days of his connection to Sleep herself. 

Pulling himself from the bed, he grabbed an extra hoodie and his mask. Stuffing them both on unceremoniously before dragging himself out of the warm comfort of his room. The promise of a warm cup of tea urging himself forward and down the creaky steps of the band's shared home. 

Even with the newfound success of the band they all still remained in the older Vicornian style home. It was easier that way, the quiet allowed all of them to maintain their identities, at least the very little left that remained of each of them, but had also allowed them to Worship and write in peace. Vessel would not admit this, but the house was one of the first places he had felt at peace in a long time. He was not willing to leave its comforts and as long as the rest of his band allowed him to stay there, he would. 

Entering the kitchen he was surprised to find a tired II, shoulders slump slightly waiting on the kettle to finish boiling. The soft early morning light was the only thing eliminating the kitchen around them, it couldn't be later than four or five in the morning.

 Vessel walk towards the smaller man resting his forehead lightly on top of his head. 

"You're up early?"

II turned slightly to look up at Vessel, his bright blue eye still glossy with sleep, "Couldn't get back to sleep"

Vessel frowned at this but only responded with a quiet hum. 

Reaching over the smaller man, he grabbed their two cups.

 II quickly corrected him, "Better make it four, I heard III & IV moving around when I came down."

Vessel paused a moment longer, his frown drawing deeper onto his hidden features. This information concerned him, the other vessels rarely were affected by Sleep's dreams. Well at least not like he was, being the first of the vessels chosen he had a certain connection with Sleep they did not. For all of them to be having troubles in the dream world, something was not right. 

"Alright, why don't you throw some more wood into the furnace and get some blankets together in the living room and I'll finish up here?"  Vessel suggested.

II nodded at him, before pulling away from the stove. Rubbing his hands over his arms to warm up. It was cold in the house, they had yet to bother adding heating past the wood furnace in the living room and the space heaters in their own rooms. Though IV had refused this comfort all together claiming it was a fire hazard. The other vessels knew it was just an excuse for the man to crawl into their beds when the nights got unbearably cold. Regardless it didn't seem like a big deal as they had planned on getting heating earlier that year but with their sudden rise to fame, home repairs were quickly forgotten. Lost among the other tasks left undone thanks to their busy schedules; not that others minded the extra company. 

Vessel continued to watch the water boil in front of him as he placed the tea bags into their cups, making sure to add an extra sugar cube into III's mug. The routine felt mindless, his thoughts consuming him as he dropped each bag into their mugs. 

Behind him footsteps joined II's, followed by quiet chatter. 

II had busied himself with gathering all the blankets he could, dumping them onto the large couch before moving forwards to feed the flames of the old stone furnace. 

"Looks like we need to cut some more wood this week" IV's voice carried from the stairs as he and III made their way down.

II gave a little chuckle before responding, "I have been telling Ves for days now, but you know how he gets..." trailing off a bit at the end of the sentence. He hadnt meant it in a rude way, IV knew that. But an odd energy had settled into the house the past week, that none of them really understood. Maybe it was the cold, gloomy weather but it had felt more than that recently. 

Walking over to II, IV reached down to help restack some of the wood that piled next to the furnace. "and what about you II, Feeling alright? haven't been much yourself lately either?" 

II paused at this, "yeah Ivy I'm alright" a small smile touching his lips before throwing another log into the flames, "just a bit tired I guess" he added. 

III looked at his two band mates from the spot of the sofa that he had claimed, while he was probably the least in-tuned with the group's feeling but he too had felt the energy shift in the house the past couple of days. That same feeling consuming the air around them now, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Alright you two, get your asses over here I'm freezing"  he held wide arm open, holding extra blankets out to them. Desperately trying to escape the heavy feeling beginning to form in his throat. 

It was domestic really, the three of them snuggled up together on the couch, eyes half closed enjoying the warmth of each other's company. It had been a while since they had been able to relax like this, with the end of the UK Tour, dealing with business deals,signing onto a new record company along with preparing for the upcoming North American tour things had been overwhelmingly busy. It was beginning to be clear that it was taking a toll on the group.

The high pitch whistle of the kettle barely took Vessel away from the thoughts that currently tormented his brain. Running through the lists of things they had to complete before the start of tour. The record label wanted them to start to write for the new album, not to mention his commitments to Sleep, it felt endless.

He grabbed a tray from underneath the counter carefully putting each mug on to it, before turning to the pantry to grab them some biscuits. 

And of course there was the matter of his dreams, flashes of the mousy brown hair flickered through his thoughts as he shifted through the shelves looking for the biscuits. They would need to go into town soon, their pantry was starting to look empty. Just another thing for his endless list of tasks. 

He was tired, beyond tired. He was burning out. 

Turning off the stove, Vessel grabbed the tray of mugs letting his mind wander over to his bandmates in the other room. He knew they were just as tired as he was and it was beginning to frustrate him that he couldn't take more of their burden off their shoulders. But he himself was beginning to fall behind on his duties. 

 Long strides brought him into the living room quickly even with the extra care taken not to spill the tray full of steaming mugs in his hands. 

His bandmate lifting their tried heads enough to great him. III's excited eyes twinkling at the package of biscuits laying on the tray. Ivy always greeted him with a sweet smile and kind words. Finally the lazy eyes of II watching him move into the room with careful consideration. He would look almost uninterested to most but both had been around each other long enough to understand that was far from the case. 

Vessel placed the tray down in front of the Trio, grabbing his own dark blue mug standing there a bit awkwardly trying to find his place. It was II that shuffled away so that Vessel could find his place in between him and III. Slotting himself in the group, Vessel let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and allowing the warmth of his mug to warm his hands. 

IV leaned down grabbing his and III's respective mugs, and of course the roll of biscuits for III. Who made quick work at opening them and stuffing one in his mouth. Turning himself towards IV, "ew want one" mouth half full with the buttery snack. 

"Sleep help us III, I swear you have no manners" IV chucked before grabbing the snack from his hand and stuffing one in his own mouth. 

II watched the two quietly bicker back and forth before reaching down to the table for his own mug, "Ves?" he begun to question the singer next to him, "hm?" he responded, eyes still loosely shut, as his head hung lazily behind him on the couch.  

"Why aren't you using your favorit-" II stopped mid sentence eyeing the dark blue mug Vessel had insisted on using daily gripped tightly in the singer's hands,something about how it fit in his hands & the texture II couldn't quite remember now. 

"What was that II?" Vessel had responded not bothering to open his eyes. 

“Don't worry about it" II leaned back into the side of the singer, his eyes not leaving the fifth mug swirling a deep mousy brown still resting on the table. "It’s nothing" he repeated to himself.

[hatterbby]

catch me

cw: dark, stalking, primal play, hedge maze, cnc, choking

Roses of purples and reds blur as I rush past them, stumbling when I turn down another path a little too quickly. My breath comes out in soft pants, trying to calm myself as I glance behind me once, twice. The shadows and looming bushes offer little to no comfort to the panic building inside me.

A dead end.

Nervous laughter tries to bubble to the surface, and I push it down, turning quickly as I rush down another path. The solid thunk of combat boots on wet grass follows me, coming closer despite the desperation as I pick up the pace.

"Daaarling," a musical voice calls out from behind me. A soft scream tears through my throat as I skid, tripping over my feet as I turn another corner in a panic. The flowers mock me, illuminated in the moonlight as they block the path before me. I was trapped, nowhere to go.

Turning on my heel, I go to retrace my steps before my body thuds into a larger one. "Caught you," he murmurs as his hand quickly wraps around my throat, trapping me to him. My nails rake across his hand, trying to pry it from my throat, but he only increases the pressure at my weak attempt to escape.

"Unbuckle my belt," he orders in a husky voice, his gaze dark and consuming. My hands tremble a bit as he pulls me in closer, the heat of his body surrounding me. With shaky hands, I pull the belt apart, the clinking echoing in the silence as I also pull down his zipper. A strange thrill rushes through me as his hardened cock springs free, leaking at the sight of me.

Suddenly, he yanks me around, turning me so my back is to his chest as he pulls me in, his cock rubbing between my thighs. "Good girl," he murmurs against the shell of my ear. His grip on my throat tightens once more while his hands rove under my skirt, groping aggressively before looping around my underwear. With a quick tug, he tears the lacey material from my body, leaving me exposed.

With one hand on my hip and the other constricting my airflow, he pushes into me so suddenly that the stretch of his cock filling me burns intensely. "Wait..." my voice comes out strained as I reach out, gripping tightly at his hand on my waist as if that will be enough to slow him.

A roll of his hip pushes him deeper into my tightness which pulls a needy gasp from my mouth, pleasure filling my stomach. "You're telling me to wait, darling, but you're absolutely soaked for me right now," he whispers, his teeth nipping at my ear as his arm wraps around my waist, hooking me to him as he starts thrusting. Every movement fills the night with soft groans and squelching as he forces his cock in even deeper to prove his point.

My pussy clenches, eagerly sucking him in as I feel my brain going fuzzy from the pleasure and lack of oxygen. The sticky mixture of my desire coats his cock, running down my thighs as every pump forces it out of me. "See, absolutely drenched," his voice is huskier now, thick with desire as he picks up the pace and begins fucking into me like a man possessed, "so fucking good for me, my girl."

"Baby..." my voice is raspy as I arch back against him, shifting until he presses so deep it's painful as he ravages me. The hand around my throat loosens as both hands hook under my arms, using my shoulders to yank me in against him. Incoherent begging falls from my lips, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts. His cock slams against my cervix with every pump of his hips, and I feel my pussy coiling, tightening around his length as I find myself spiraling in pleasure.

"Fuck, that's right," he groans needily, pumping into me more erratically as we both lose ourselves in the pleasure, "cum for me, be my good girl and cum."

He hooks me to him, bottoming out which has white dots dance across my vision, my whole body quaking with my release. My pussy constricts, spasming around his cock as he murmurs sweet praise against my shoulder, his cock throbbing and pumping me full of his cum.

Soft pants fill the silence as he clings to me, holding my trembling body protectively as we both come down from our high. "See, told you I could catch you," he chuckles breathlessly into my neck as he eases out of me, leaving my body empty and wanting.

"Yeah, yeah," comes my salacious reply, "best 2 out of 3."

[painsmutt]

thinking about being hunted in the forest...running & scrambling through the dark, heart racing, the mix of fear & excitement at the footsteps behind me. crashing through the underbrush--closer, closer...the adrenaline & anticipation of being caught keeping me going as fast as I can.

thinking about how i'd enjoy drawing it out after the initial burst of fear wears off....really riling my pursuers up, showing off, being bratty & proud. i've always been a fast runner, agile & perceptive. i'd get off on making it hard for them, laughing & taunting. really making them want to catch me. getting off on their threats & frustration. getting off on the fear of what they'll do to me when they finally overtake me.

thinking about the thrill of the chase, both physical & mental. the primal instinct to run run escape escape. toeing the line between fear & pleasure. the domination of being physically/mentally overpowered or outsmarted...being outdone. the thrill of momentarily struggle before the sweet humiliation of defeat. the agonizing anticipation of their inevitable revenge.

thinking about being punished & forced to atone for my earlier cockiness & disrespect. being the target of all their release of built up aggression & frustration. feeling the palpable need to get their hands on me, the sadistic glances & mean grins. the anticipation of being made to submit, being put in my place. mercilessly used & humiliated, forced service to make up for their effort. stripped of all dignity & bathed in humiliating praise.

...

oof rlly need a sadistic primal dom to chase me through the woods & make me their personal pain slut

[the-black-manor]

Bad Decisions

Vampire Dom x GN Human Sub Requested by @transpunkslut

Summary: You've been living with your vampire for a few months, but you've never been fucked by him. Tonight, you found the nerve to ask him to be intimate.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, blood drinking,

Kinks: Vampire, terato, blood drinking, master/pet, excessive cum, primal play, oversized cock, rough kisses, multiple orgasms

Words: 2,140

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You had been living with him for a while now, the vampire. It started with a swipe right and an invitation to dinner that you couldn't bring yourself to refuse. He was honest from the very beginning - even before you got to his mansion - that he intended to drink your blood. You still went, and here you still were, months later.

You were cattle to him. Fresh blood in the pantry. That's why you hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask him to do anything more with you. Anything... intimate, even though you so desperately wanted to feel him inside of you. You doubted he would say yes. The night began as it usually did, with breakfast in the living room before the fire as snow fell in heavy flakes outside the grand windows. You were breakfast, of course. After that, things progressed as they usually did, though he seemed to be more present than usual. More attentive.

You were talking and laughing, telling stories, when he rested his hand on your bare leg and gave you that dazzling, sharp smile you had come to adore. Later, he squeezed past you in the kitchen between the island and the counter, his crotch rubbing against your ass as he went. Then, when you were reminiscing about something upsetting, he had taken your hand in his and gave you a soft kiss on the knuckles. There were more instances than these - many more - and every time he so much as grazed you, your heart skipped a beat and your stomach fluttered. Your head was spinning all day, your legs clenched together to provide some friction.

The sun began to rise, and you were beginning to lose control of yourself. He wouldn't need to feed again so soon, but god you wanted him to. Maybe you could convince him to have a snack...

You rapped gently on the heavy walnut door that closed his office off from the rest of the house.

"Come in," his voice came from the other side, always friendly, always inviting.

You stepped into the office and closed the door behind you, then padded forward on bare feet.

"What are you up to?" you asked.

He glanced up from his paperwork to see you in nothing more than an oversized sweater and underwear.

"Working," he replied, and there was curiosity on his lips.

You stepped around his desk, and he turned his chair toward you instinctively.

I hope he doesn't kill me for this, you thought as you sat on the edge of his desk.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

You bit your lip nervously.

"Are you hungry?" you asked.

"I'm always hungry."

You tugged the sweater off one of your shoulders, revealing your neck and the puncture scars there.

"You know I won't feed on you in such quick succession, darling." His voice was part purr, part growl, and despite his words, his pupils were blown.

"I know. But you're hungry and I want to make sure you're well fed."

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing, and rested his hands on your legs. He was cool to the touch, but his hands were soft, and the contact send electricity up your spine. You spread your legs, only barely.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low. Warning.

"I'm being good," you answered.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. No doubt he could hear it.

He smirked.

"You're trying to seduce me, aren't you, you little minx?"

You smiled and tried to avert your eyes, but he forced you to look at him with one clawed finger beneath your chin.

"I just want to make sure you're well taken care of... Master."

You had never called him that before, but you saw a fire start behind his blood red eyes when you did. He stopped breathing as yours picked up. He didn't need to breathe, of course, but it had become habit to make you more comfortable. Now, though, he was struggling to restrain himself, so breathing wasn't on his list of priorities.

You took hold of his wrist and slid his hand over your thigh and between your legs, where you pressed it against your crotch.

"I'll hurt you."

That wasn't a threat. It was a warning.

"No, you won't. You wouldn't do anything to risk losing your steady meals."

His pointed tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

"I know you want to, Master. Please. I want it too."

"I know what you want, pet, and it's not for me to drink your blood..."

Despite his hesitance, he pressed his palm against your crotch and began to massage. You let out a huff of breath and your hips jerked forward of their own accord. He pushed his chair out and stepped between your legs. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his cool breath on your cheek. He smelled like vanilla and nutmeg.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he whispered.

"I know."

One hand worked between your legs while the other came up to cup the back of your neck.

"Once we get started, I won't be able to stop."

"Good."

"It will take hours."

"I hope it does."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I don't care."

"Your body won't be able to handle it."

"Try me."

Finally, he allowed all reservations to crumble and fall away, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding you steady by the back of your neck. He wasn't gentle. His tongue snaked into your mouth to dance with yours. It was long and slick and strong, and he easily dominated you. His saliva tasted like honey cakes, and you throbbed underneath his palm. Your skin prickled with want. You could feel his long nails digging into the nape of your neck, but you knew he wouldn't break the skin. He wouldn't want to waste any of the crimson wine that flowed through your veins. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands on every inch of your body.

His tongue snaked down your throat and he fucked you with it as his hand made its way past your underwear to paw at you properly. You allowed him to continue as long as you could before you had to push him away to gasp for air. He might not need to breathe, but you definitely still did.

He didn't allow a second to go by before his mouth was on your neck and he sucked deep bruises into the soft flesh.

"M-more..." you begged. "Please..."

He licked a long line up the side of your neck, following your carotid artery, and then his hands were on the hem of your sweater, tugging it up and over your head, and your underwear down and off. He tossed them both to the side and then pressed his chest against yours, forcing you to lie back on the desk. He ground his clothed member against you. You could feel the thick bulge in his pants. He was... much bigger than you expected.

"Please..." you whined again.

"Please what?" he purred in your ear as his fingers tangled in your hair.

"Please. God, fuck me, please."

"You can call me Master," he replied, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed you again.

Your head was cloudy, filled only with thoughts of him, with wants for him. Your body ached and you arched up to meet him as he pressed his hard cock against you.

"Please..."

A tear ran down your cheek. You couldn't take this teasing. You needed more.

When it seemed as if you might pull your hair out, he finally reached down between your legs. You heard his zipper, and then his cock sprung out of his trousers to slap against you. His length was throbbing and hot, and you nearly screamed in frustration.

"Master, please!"

His cockhead pressed against your entrance, his precum lubing you up, and then, agonizingly slowly, he began to push himself inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan as the head slipped in, and you clenched as the bulging shaft followed, stretching you painfully wide.

God, he was big.

He bottomed out, buried completely inside of you. You were soft and warm around him. He stilled, allowing you a moment in which you panted and spasmed around him, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of him. He was breathing heavily and you wondered briefly why. It didn't seem like he was doing it to make you comfortable, but more like... he couldn't help but pant.

"M-move. Please, move."

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, before he slowly buried himself deep once more. He set a steady, slow pace, and you were grateful. You had never taken anything so big, and you felt like you might break. You hurt with each thrust, stretching painfully, but your moans gave away the pleasure you were feeling. He crushed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and his tongue snaked into your mouth a third time. The taste of him... god the taste of him. It made you wild. Feral.

He picked up the pace and you grimaced against the discomfort, but it quickly faded into bliss.

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." you moaned, long and low.

Your voice caught each time he thrust into you, breaking the word into pieces that got caught in his breath and fluttered away to swirl around the room like music.

"You feel incredible," he broke away just long enough to pant into your ear. "I should have done this sooner."

"Have you ever... nnnng... drank from someone... oh god... while they came?"

"I'm about to," he growled and sank his fangs deep into your neck just as his cock hit exactly the right button.

You came hard, clenching around him so hard it hurt. Your eyes rolled back, you arched up into him, you clawed at his back. He didn't stop thrusting, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm as he drank deep. Your head spun as you came down. You tapped on his shoulder.

"S-stop... Gonna... Pass out..."

You felt the confliction in the muscles of his arms and chest as he struggled to let you go.

"Master..." your voice was barely a whisper.

Finally, he tore his mouth away from your neck and froze, gulping in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.

"Master."

His head whipped around to look at you. You had never seen him like this before, so primal. So... monstrous. His eyes were wild, his hair was a mess, his lips were painted with your blood, and the tips of his wicked fangs were visible beneath his frown. You reached a hand up and stroked his cheek gently.

"Cum in me."

He didn't need you to tell him again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his pace, hammering into you like a beast breeding its mate. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him as he fucked you. Minutes passed... First five, then ten, then more. You came at least three more times before he was done. Finally, when you thought he was going to split you open, he pushed inside of you so deeply that you were scooted up on the desk.

The snarl that ripped from his throat was unlike any sound you had heard him make before. It was desperate. His cock throbbed aggressively inside of you as it released cum like a faucet. He filled you quickly, and you dug your nails into his back to help ground you as the sheer volume of his seed forced your insides to stretch. More minutes passed. Two. Three. The heat of his cum was bliss. Knowing that there was no way it was leaking out past his bulging manhood was ecstasy.

He thrusted as he began to come down, seemingly trying to get deeper, and with the heat of his seed, the throbbing of his cock, and the thrusting of his hips, you couldn't help but cum again. You nearly blacked out from the force of it.

After what seemed like an eternity, he relaxed on top of you, shaking. You went limp beneath him, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. Your bare chest heaved. You licked your lips, and he licked his.

"That was incredible," you panted.

He didn't smile, didn't chuckle. Instead, he pushed away from you, hooked his arms beneath your legs, and glared down at you with dark eyes. It was then that you realized he was still rock hard inside of you.

"I told you this would take hours."

Your eyes went wide as he began to thrust.

"I'm just getting started."

[ladruidking]

Being out in nature isn't enough

I need to be fucked

I need to be completely naked

Laying against the grass, feeling the soft blades tickle my skin

I need the birds to sing along with my bliss

I need to tremble and convulse as twigs and leafs tangle in my hair

I need to be as loud as possible yet at complete harmony with the sounds around me

I need my fluids to soak into the earth

I need to lay there breathless, listening as birds sing and creatures meander

I need to be primal

[beast-to-be-tamed]

Every wolf needs a bun to chase and hunt and fuck. You agree, reblog.

[lmaxxx101-deactivated20240612]

The hunt

ft. Ghost & König alpha x omega reader

Summary: Poor y/n enters heat while two very big and strong alphas are right across from her

Word count : 1.7k (thx anon)

CW: Primal play?(not sure if it is but its heavily inspired by it) Omegaverse, Threesome, Hardcore sex, Begging, Messy sex, Alpha x omega sex, knot, animalistic typa behaviour?

You and two comrades from the task force 141 decided to camp out for the night, soon after some soldiers from KorTac decided to join you guys after they seamingly where headed in the same direction as you guys.

After making a small fire, everyone was seated around it, Ghost and Soap right across you chitchatting, while you where engaging in a converstation with Horangi next to you. König was next to the gossiping dudes though a little further away tapping away on his laptop.

You could slowly feel yourself starting to burn up, and you thought about the feeling you had throughout the day. The primal need, an urge to be fucked senselessly, the whole day you where hardly focusing on your tasks. Now you start thinking to urself when was the last time you took your repressors, your clothes feeling too thight around you and a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin.

Now you start to panic as you realize your going into heat, and to make it worse there was 2 alphas right across from you. You swallow loudly as Horangi notices that you are shaking slightly.

"Y/n whats wrong.??" He asks softly, him being a beta meant he couldt smell your hormones building up quite strongly as Ghost and König did. A trickle of sweat runs down your forehead as you look over between Ghost and König, both now tensted up. König has stopped typing and is glarring at you now, while Ghost grew quite trying not to make it obviouse he sensed it.

"N-nothing, i think i-might be a little sick.." you mumble while quickly looking away from König and standing up, though his gaze never left you. His eyes piercing through your soul, your nose twitches a little bit as you begin to pick up on a scent. A scent so strong it makes you tremble in your knees, you grab onto Horangis shoulder for support as you cover your mouth. No this couldt be happening no no... you think to urself your heart now beating hard againts your ribcage. Horangi grabs your elbow trying to stabalize you until he picks up on it too, he tenses up, his grip on your elbow becoming thighter as he inhales more of your hormones.

"Y-y/n, this isnt...what I think it is?" He ask looking up at you with a worring look in his eyes, you could see he was trying to act normal. You stand there making eye contact with him until you hear somone walking over, it was König now feral looking, you could hear his loud breath. Horangi quickly stood up when he notices in what state König is, he grabs you and shields you while Soap gets up and tries to stop König. You could see Ghost also struggling, the atmposhpere grew heavy as everyone was now tense. Soap and Horangi exchanging glances, trying to think what to do next.

"I-im sorry.." you say yanking urself away from Horangis grip and starting to run towards the forest. Your thought was if you got away, they will eventually calm down, though this was proven false as you heard more commotion behind you. You didnt dare look back, barerly having enough strenght in the legs to even stand up. Your heart now on the verge of exploding as you ran deeper in to the woods.

Back at the fire, König has knocked out Soap and started marching towards the woods, Horangi quickly puts himself infront of the huge man.

"Look you need to cal-" his sentence was cut short with a hard punch from König. Ghost was already inside the forest looking for you.

You come to a stop, holding yourself againts a tree trying to catch your breath. Your legs are weak and shaking. What do i do now? Do i go back i mea- Your thought was cut short when your ears picked up on a sound. Leaves rumbling. Somone was walking up on you. You quickly turn to your right where the sound came from. Adrenaline still pumping hard throughout your body, as you notice Ghost making his was towards you. "Y/n.." he says in a whisper, his voice evil. In the very dim lighting only thing you could see was his mask and piercing blue eyes. You calm down a bit, relaxing to the fact it wasnt König.

"I-i apolagize for t-this lieutenant, i probably forgot to take my medicine.."- you say slowly coming towards Ghost "Is everyone alright? I heard some commosion going on back there.?" You ask gripping your upper arm where you somehow managed to cut urself while running. You stop in your tracks an eyebrow raising "Ghost?" You ask confused as to why he isnt saying anything, though you quickly pick up onto why as he steps into a ray of moonlight. His eyes are dark, animalistic, his breath is like a dragons. You pick up on his strong scent as you start slowly backing away. "N-no, no this isnt-" you mumble before freezing, heavy footsteps coming from where you just came from. Your stomach drops as a tall silhouette could be seen. As König comes into wiev you stumble down falling on your bum. Looking quickly back at Ghost who isnt seaming to stop you scurry picking urself up frantacly as you take off running.

Ghost chuckles lowly "C'mon y/n.." he says menecangly.

You can hear heavy footsteps behind you as you run. After runing for about 30 meters somone pushes you hard from behind. You fall hard onto your elbows yelping in pain before letting out a suprised yell. Ghost rippes your pants open with ease while showing your head into the ground as he alligns his pulsating cock againts your dripping slit. There is precum already dripping his rock hard member. "Be a good girl will ya?" Whispers Ghost.

There is no warning as he trusts deep inside of you, his thick member stretching you painfully. You can feel every vein, letting out a loud moan you grip the dirt trying to find something to hold onto as you feel yourself breaking with every trust. He chuckles "Good girl.." he says in a rumbling voice.

His trusts are quick and hard, rocking your body with every trust. You can hear him growling as you continue to yap, moaning unconhirent words as tears are falling down your face. Your whole body feels like its melting a deep red blush covers you, you feel your womb being abused by his cock. With every trust he hits a deeper part inside of you, making you feel extreme estascy and pain.

Ghost pulls out before swiftly flipping you around so that your laying on you back. He quickly burries himself back inside as he picks you up. You grips his shoulders thightly in fear of falling, your mind melted by his scent. You burry yourself into the crook of his neck, further strengtheting the scent. Right as you are about to finish you feel something huge poking at your ass. You institicly clench making Ghost let out a groan. König is now right behind you, making you sandwiched inbewteen the two alphas. "Be a good girl for us now, let us breed you.." whispers Ghost as he numbles at your ear.

König pushes his dick deeper into your ass making you whine out in pain, though its quickly replaiced by pleasure as he bottoms you out. "Good girl.." groans out König, his voice rumbling through your bones making you even weaker.

Your mouth is open saliva trickling down as your eyes are rolled back. Ghost and König both pistoning theyr cocks rythamly in and out so you where never left empty. The clapping of skin was furthered empathises by your slick, making very lewd wet sounds.

"Itss tmuch..." you mumble out in a hoarse voice from all the moaning. The pleasure was too much as you found urself cumming. Ghost never stopped even after you came, making you extremly overstimulated. The pleasure was so intense it started to hurt. You where whailing at this point. König was holding your waist so thight you where sure its gonna bruise, while Ghost held your hips with a crushing grip.

You shrieked as Ghost managed to enter your womb, the pain was unberable. "N-no waht ar you doin.." you wailed weakly. He didnt respond instead he bit your collarbone harsly. The pain was making you shake, though you found urself cumming once again.

Both of them where bruising your insides. König bent down slightly nimbling at your neck while snarling like an animal, his giant hand pressed on your womb where Ghost now is . He bit down drawing blood. The pressure from his hand made you squirt as you maoned, you could feel Ghost going in and out of your uterus. Your slick was now everywhere, dripping down on the ground, all over their boots and pants.

Their thick cocks split you in half as they continue to pound like animals into you. You became limp from the mix of pleasure and pain.

After like what felt like forever you could feel both of them coming to a stop, as the hot liquied spurted inside of you an immense pressure came. They where forming a knot inside of you. They growled like animals as the knot expanded. You where gripping hard on Ghosts vest tearing at.

The knots where now formed, you weakly looked down where Ghost and you where connected, a huge bulge present on your stomach both from his cock and sperm. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as the alphas where now breathing heavily. You where coverd in sweat your stomach felt like it was going to burst.

After a while you felt their knots going away and soon after they took out their cocks with a "plop" sound following. Their cum imidietly started oozing out of you making mini puddle mixed with your slick on the ground.

You let out a shaky sigh on the verge of passing out. But you where to fucked out of your mind to realize they have stripped you naked. You now find yourself on top of König as he lowers you down on his giant rock hard cock "Finnaly my turn.." he growls, stretching you out far more then Ghost did....

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Notes

Yall the second i stumbled upon primal play i was hooked 😩, anyways i have so many more ideas involving this type hunt down scenario hihi, so more coming in the future ;)

[vamplire]

the cruel realization that a devastatingly attractive immortal isn't going to carry me off into a life of fantasy & tender romance can really do a number on a person's psyche

[sigred]

I have never hit the ❤️ button so fast in my life …. This phenomenon explains so much about me to me… it’s perfect.

[starksbabie]

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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?

Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, making out, building to smut, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).

Word Count: 1.8k

It’s been three days.  

Three days since Gator saw that look of absolute betrayal on your face. He knows that he fucked up. He knows that he should have just told you he was your alpha when he realized, but he wanted you to come to him. To want him. To desire him. The way he desired you. 

He’s sitting outside the diner in his truck, keeping one eye on traffic, according to dispatch, the other eye focusing on the diner looking for any sign of you. He knows he should just go inside and say he’s sorry, and work on earning your forgiveness, but something’s holding him back. 

He groans and leans his head back against the headrest, gently banging it against the worn leather.  

“Why is she so difficult…?” He mutters to himself.

He’s still sitting in the parking lot an hour later, disposable vape drained completely, when your co-worker Julie clocks-out. She walks over to his truck and gently knocks on his window. 

“Deputy Tillman? If you’re waiting for her she’s not here today. She called in. Same as yesterday.” 

He gives the older woman a look, eyebrow raised. 

“I’m just watching for speeders ma’am. Have a nice night.” 

He dismisses her without so much as a second glance as he reaches for his vape only to toss it back on the seat next to him when he remembers it’s empty. As soon as the older woman is out of ear shot he slams his hand against the steering wheel. His mind racing a mile a minute as he figures out his next move. 

He starts his truck and heads for home. Racing around corners and revving his engine.

 Running into the pole barn, he grabs some tools he doesn’t keep in his regular tool bag in the truck bed. He radios dispatch to sign off for the night before he heads back towards town, back to your house. 

He pulls up and parks in front of your neighbor’s lawn, looking over at your house. The only light on in your house is one towards the back. So he’s quiet as he makes his way up your driveway. 

He tries the door on the side of your garage and is pleasantly surprised when he finds it locked. His alpha perks up, ‘good omega. Keeping safe.’

He grabs a metal card from his wallet and slips it between the door and the frame, popping the lock. He slips inside and closes the door behind him. He sets down his tool bag and looks at your little car. 

He spots your key hung on a hook and sighs, “Blossom… you were doing so good, but thank you. That’ll make this easier.” 

He snatches them up and cracks open your big garage door, before attempting to start your car. He listens to how it clicks and nods before popping the hood and getting to work. 

A little while later he tries again and smiles when it starts right up. It needs an oil change as well but he’ll take it into town for that. He doesn’t want to worry about the disposal. He wipes his hands down and locks everything up before walking up to your door. 

It’s pretty late but your light is still on so he doesn’t feel guilty when he knocks. 

You’ve been lying in bed most of the day. Watching Netflix and forcing yourself to sip from the cup at your bedside. You frown when you hear a knock at your door. You check your phone and there’s no missed calls or messages. 

You get up and slowly cross the house peeking out the window, your heart skipping when you see Gator standing on your porch.

You crack the door to speak to him. 

“Gator… it’s late. What are you doing here?” Your voice is defeated, tired. 

“I fixed your car. Just like I said I would.” 

“You… You fixed my car?” You look at him, and while your omega is begging you to step into his arms to let her be calmed by his alpha, you refuse. 

“Yeah, no more walking to work, or to the station to bring me lunch. It’s all fixed.” He smiles, his alpha purring. 

‘All fixed. Omega is cared for.’ 

You can’t believe it. You look at him, really look at him. Taking in his grease and oil stained shirt and knuckles, and the smile on his face. 

“No Gator. No, it’s not ‘all fixed’. You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want and assume that it’s going to make everything better. It’s not all better. You lied to me. How am I supposed to trust you?” You clench your hands into fists, struggling to get the words out, without becoming emotional. 

He frowns, his hand resting on your door frame as he leans closer into your space. His scent wrapping around you, doing a little to soothe your omega. 

“I didn’t lie-“ he starts, surprised when you cut him off. 

“Well you didn’t tell the truth either.” 

“Omega. C’mon. I fixed your car, what more do you want?” He looks down at you stepping closer, slowly closing the space between the two of you as he edges his way into your house. 

“How about a real apology?” 

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I’m sorry. There okay? All fixed?” He says, his jaw tightening. 

“No, not all fixed. If you think that’s a real apology we have bigger problems.” You say, softly stomping your foot.

He watches you and a small smirk crosses his face. 

“Oh Blossom… you should know better than to behave like that. C’mon now. I said I was sorry.” He leans in closer and you put your hands on his chest to stop him. 

He grabs your wrists and holds them in one of his hands as he steps closer leaning in and kissing along the side of your neck, nipping softly at your scent gland and your omega takes over, whining and whimpering softly for him. 

He smirks softly against your skin, backing you against the wall in your entryway, kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Blossom, let out my little omega. C’mon. Let her out to play.” He mumbles softly against your skin as he leaves open mouthed kissed over your pulse point. 

You moan softly and gently tug against his hold. 

“G-Gator…” you whimper, softly. 

“Nuh uh… who am I?” He smirks, pulling away just a bit to look into your eyes. 

“Alpha.” 

“That’s right, Omega mine. Your Alpha.” 

He leans in and kisses you deeply expecting a bit of hesitation from you but is pleasantly surprised by your willingness to kiss him back. He rests his free hand on your hip and holds you close. 

“My sweet girl… my sweet omega. You're gonna present for me. Gonna let me make you mine?” He smirks against your lips. 

You nod eagerly, “please, need it. Need you.” 

“Good girl. My sweet Blossom. You wanna show me your nest?” He coos, softly. 

It’s like someone dumped ice water on you. You whine softly as you pull away. 

“Not yet… I’m not ready.” You look up at him and bite your lip, nervous at his reaction. 

He gently releases your hands and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lip. 

“Thought I told you to stop that. I’m not going to push you any further than you want to go. I’m your Alpha, Blossom. We have all the time in the world.” 

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

Your omega is soothed by his warm embrace, ‘Alpha is here. Do not let him leave again. Make him promise.’

“Gator?” You peer up at him, staring into his hazel eyes, pleading for honesty. 

“Yes, Blossom?” He murmurs softly, looking into your eyes matching your intensity. 

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want you to stay.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist. 

He chuckles softly and pulls you closer resting his chin on top of your head. 

“Blossom. I’m not going anywhere.”  

The next few weeks go by smoothly. Gator comes to visit you at work. Flirting with you shamelessly over the counter in an effort to get a rise out of you. Smirking like the cat who got the cream when he does. 

One night you’re locking up the diner when you feel someone sneaking up behind you. You tense and whip around ready to claw at their face, but Gator easily catches your hands and pulls you into his embrace, smelling like palo santo, sage and that damn strawberry-kiwi vape. 

“Easy tiger. It’s me.” He chuckles, holding you tight. 

You gently hit his chest.

“Gator! You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!” You pout.

That just makes him laugh harder, and drop kisses all over your face before kissing you deeply, nipping your lower lip a little more aggressively than he dared previously. 

“But it’s so cute when you think you can attack me, Blossom.” 

You whine softly against his lips, your center forming more slick than usual at his antics. 

“You like that, Omega? Hmm?” 

His massive, warm hands, are seemingly everywhere, one running down your side to settle on your hip. The other on the side of your neck, his fingers, curling up around the base of your skull to support your head as he kisses you again. 

You nod and arch into his chest, your fingers hooking into his vest and gently tugging. 

“I don’t like this… take it off.” You mumble against his lips, before softly trailing kisses down his chin and along his jaw. 

He laughs again, and that only makes you angry so you tug harder against the straps, your mind becoming a bit cloudy. 

“Blossom, I honestly don’t mind but we’re still in the parking lot. You really want me to strip here?” He smirks, starting to work on the buckles for you. 

“Don’t care.  Need them off. Need you. Too hot. Can’t think.” 

You help him pull on the final buckle so you can worm your way into his vest wrapping yourself in his scent and warmth. Groaning at the sensation. 

“Alpha… Need you.” You moan, slick positively dripping down your thighs. 

Gator inhales deeply and grows lowly when he smells it. 

He drags you back towards his truck pushing you into the passenger seat and buckling you in before running around to the driver side and getting in, putting the truck in drive and heading back towards your home. 

“Omega… Blossom,” His voice is tight, almost pained, “You’re in heat. I need to know what you want.” 

You whine and spread your legs reaching for his hand pulling it towards your thigh. 

“Want you Alpha. Want you in every way. Want your cock, your knot, your mark. Please.” 

Gator grips your thigh tight and tries his best to focus on the road. 

“You’ll be mine Omega. You always were.”

A/N: Stick around for this next one. It's gonna be juicy.

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[starksbabie]

The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 2

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Summary: Gator knows something you don't. Now the only question is what will he do with this information?

Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Thank you to @babyjakes for making me custom dividers even though you know nothing about Fargo, and nothing about Gator. You're the best. ILY!

You are his soulmate.

His mouth is dry as he stares at his tattoo on your skin. He clears his throat and looks back at your face breathing a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to have noticed his look of realization.

“Please, Gator. I didn’t know what to do.”

You lead him into the kitchen and his eyes get a little wide when he sees the water on the floor. He picks up a trace of distress in your scent as you take in the scene in front of you.

“Okay, okay baby. We’ll fix it. Don’cha worry your pretty little head.” The term of endearment rolls off his tongue almost without permission.

He grabs his tools, pushes his sleeves up his forearms, and immediately lays down sliding under the sink and cutting off the main water supply. He asks for a bucket to drain your sink trap before he replaces the plumber's tape and tightens the connectors with a wrench.

You can’t help but watch as his muscles flex through his long-sleeved shirt. You feel something in the pit of your stomach. ‘Alpha is caring for us’ your omega hindbrain says, but you push that thought down, back where it came from.

He grabs one of the towels and dries himself off and smiles dumping the bucket to make sure it doesn’t leak before turning the water supply back on.

“There you go. All fixed.” He stands and pushes his hair back out of his face.

Watching as you immediately bend over and start cleaning up, giving him an amazing view of your ass as you collect the wet towels from the floor.

“What do I owe you?” You ask, straightening up and balancing the laundry basket on your hip.

Gator steps closer to you, reveling in your scent now that your blockers are wearing off. His large hand reaches out and gently settles on your hip.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

His palm is warm through your clothes, your cheeks, and even the tips of your ears heat at his suggestion.

You step back out of his range and his hand falls back to his side as he watches your face intently.

“Are you hungry? I made dinner.” You anxiously run your hand over your hair, smoothing it down, avoiding his intense gaze.

He smirks as his alpha preens.

“Dinner sounds lovely, little omega.”

You quickly reheat the chicken and veggies you had made for yourself and serve him first, something else that makes his alpha glow with pride.

‘Good omega, she will be a good little wife, caring for us, and our pups.’ Gator smiles crookedly as his inner alpha purrs, and you set the plate in front of him. He digs in immediately, moaning at the taste.

“This is amazing. You made this?” He says, around a mouthful of food.

You grimace a little at his manners before nodding.

“My grandmother taught me to cook when I was young. I’ve always loved it.”

You sit across from him and start to eat your dinner, watching as he devours his.

“Hungry, Gator?”

He laughs.

“I don’t often get home-cooked meals. I eat at the diner more than anywhere else. And my dad’s omega, Karen? Well… let’s just say he didn’t mate her because she can cook.”

That gives you pause.

“Your dad’s omega..?” You ask cautiously.

“Yeah?”

He looks at you as he finishes up his dinner and reaches into his pocket pulling out his vape. He inhales deeply before slowly letting out a long exhale of sweet-smelling smoke.

“She’s not your mom?”

“No.”

He offers no more information so you don’t press him. Instead, you stand and immediately start to clean up the kitchen, as Gator watches.

Once you’re finished he stands and you turn to face him.

“I have to work early tomorrow…” you say, gently rocking on the balls of your feet.

He nods and grabs his tool bag off the floor, you can’t help but focus on his hands as they grip the handle.

He smiles, catching your gaze on him.

“See something you like?”

Your gaze snaps up to his honey-colored eyes, crinkled up in a smile.

“No... I mean, yes… I mean…” you make a soft noise that has Gator swelling with pride.

He walks towards the door and pauses in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“Thank you again,” You smile up at him “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

He leans in closer, inhaling your sweet floral scent, “Anything for you, Blossom.”

You gasp softly at the intimacy of the pet name.

He lets out a soft chuckle before softly patting the doorframe and stepping out onto the porch.

You wait until he climbs into his truck before you shut and lock the door, leaning back against it and closing your eyes. What is this alpha doing to you?

The next morning, you stretch out in your nest, humming as your joints pop and crack. You get up and get ready for work before, you head down to the kitchen and quickly pack up the leftovers from last night.

You head to work, and there’s an extra little bounce in your step as you take orders and fill coffee cups.

As soon as your morning shift is over you start your trek over to the sheriff’s office. You skip up the steps letting yourself in and stopping at the reception desk.

“I’m looking for-“

Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed by your actions, but there’s no backing out now. Especially not with the look the receptionist is giving you.

“I’m looking for Deputy Tillman.”

She nods and points you in the right direction, “third door on the left. Just before the end of the hall.”

You head down hall in the direction you’d been told, stopping in front of the door with his name on the glass. You stop and knock on the door before taking a step back.

“What do you want?” You hear his voice snap before the door is flung open and you jump back clutching the lunch you had packed to your chest.

“Blossom? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” He looks you up and down and checks you for injuries before looking down the hall and pulling you into his office.

You tense up under his touch, still clinging to the lunch bag.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just… I brought you lunch.”

You glance down at the offering now feeling foolish.

He stops and looks down at the lunchbox in your hands.

“That’s for me?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow up as his inner alpha begins to preen. ‘Our omega is caring for us. Good little wife.’

You nod and thrust your hands out to him, his finger hooking under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, Blossom.”

“I know, I wanted to,” Your voice comes out softer than you’d intended, “I liked cooking for you.”

“Yea Omega? You liked cooking for me?” Gator smirks and steps into your space taking the lunch box from your hands, “You’ll make such a good little wife someday, hmm?”

His thumb gently grips your chin as he slowly leans in, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Gator..?” You look into his eyes searching for something.

He slowly seals his lips over yours, his soft lips stealing your breath as your heart beats wildly in your chest. He smirks softly against your lips wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, as he releases your chin and his hand moves to cradle your jaw and the back of your head.

When you break the kiss Gator rests his forehead against yours, looking at you, watching your face for your reaction.

You breathe heavily, your eyes closed as you revel in his scent.

“I can hear your heart beating, little omega…” he whispers into the space between you.

You smile softly and open your eyes looking up at him.

“I… I’ve never… I’m waiting for my alpha.” You whisper back.

He captures your lips again, groaning against your lips at the idea that he’s the first and only alpha to have ever held you like this.

You melt into him, slick beginning to drip from your center. You pull yourself away and gasp, looking up at him, no one has ever had this kind of effect on you.

“Gator…” you pant, your hands clutching into fists at your sides as you try to calm yourself.

He smirks and kisses your forehead gently, knowing he has to play his cards just right.

“Thank you, Blossom. Lunch is perfect.”

You chirp softly at his praise, and he smiles pulling you back closer to his desk. He sits in his chair pulling out the food you’d brought for him.

“Looks delicious.”

He digs in and you jump up, sitting on his desk, telling him all about your morning, not even realizing his free hand is holding on to your calf, softly squeezing.

He finishes eating, and you immediately gather your Tupperware and repack the bag. There’s a loud bang on the door before it’s being thrown open.

You jump as Sheriff Roy storms into the office.

“You forget you’re at work son? I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes.”

“Sorry, I was eating.”

Gator stands up, and helps you off his desk his arm protectively around you, as you shrink in on yourself a bit.

“Who’s this? You don’t have time for distractions. There’s work to be done.” Roy says, his hand resting on his holster.

Gator feels you tense up against him and has to hold back the growl from his inner alpha. The urge to protect you bubbling up from within.

“This is Y/N. She brought me lunch after I fixed the sink at her place last night. Just a little thank you.”

“Well aren’t you a good little omega.” Roy says, as he looks you up and down.

Gator gently lifts your chin and looks at you, “Let me walk you out okay, Blossom?”

You nod and hold onto the lunch bag tightly, keeping tight to Gator as he walks you past Roy walking towards his office door.

“Nice to see you again, Sheriff.” You glance up at Roy as you pass him, before looking back down as Gator escorts you to the front of the station.

“Did you walk here?” He looks around for an unfamiliar car, frowning at you when he doesn’t see one.

You nod and gently kick a little pebble on the ground with the toe of your shoe, knowing he’s going to be upset after he had insisted on driving you home the night before.

“Blossom. You need to be careful. Call me, and I’ll come get you. Okay? Don’t you have a car?” He softly rubs his hand over your arm, right where his tattoo marks your skin.

You chew your lip and he grabs your chin. He rolls his thumb over your plush lower lip pulling it from between your teeth.

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry…” you look up at him and he smiles.

“Good omega.” His alpha preens at how obedient you are.

“I do have a car but, it’s broken and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“My sweet little omega. That’s all you had to say. I’ll swing by after work and take a look. Okay?”

He leans in to capture your lips once again, only to be thwarted by the booming voice of his father coming down the steps behind him.

“Gator! Let’s go! We got a call.” Roy doesn’t wait for his son as he swings up into his truck.

Gator presses a quick kiss to your unsuspecting lips before turning and running back to his father’s Bronco. He hops into the passenger seat and they peel out of the parking lot. After the dust and gravel settle, you turn and begin your trek home.

“She’s a pretty omega son. Isn’t she from the diner?” Roy glances at his son as turns the truck down a dirt road.

Gator looks over at his father a little perplexed by the question, Roy’d never really taken an interest in anyone Gator’s gone out with.

“Yeah, she’s a waitress.” Gator tucks some dip into his lip before tucking the canister back into his pocket.

“You know son, we could find you a nice girl at the church. You don’t have to go slumming around with some random omega from who knows where.” Roy says, staring at the road in front of him.

“She’s not just some random omega. She’s mine. She’s got my tattoo…” Gator works hard to control the anger rising up in him, looking at his father as he pieces together that information.

“She’s your soulmate? How long have you known?” Roy says as he takes another turn.

“Found out last night when I went over to fix her sink. I saw the tattoo and I knew.”

“And she’s not wearing your mark on her neck this morning, why?” Roy looks at his son, a frown etched into his features.

“It wasn’t the right time. She’s a little timid, I’m not trying to scare her off. I want her to come to me. To want me.” He smirks, adjusting the cap on his head.

Roy lets out a humorless chuckle before knocking the cap off his son’s head.

“You’re an alpha. Act like it. You take what is yours. She should be wearing your mark and she and Karen should be together planning a bonding ceremony. None of this pansy shit.” Roy parks the truck and looks at his son.

Gator opens his mouth to say something in his defense but his father cuts him off.

“Let’s get this done, so you can go and actually make me proud.”

You’re waiting in the living room, dinner keeping warm in the oven when you hear a truck pull up outside. You feel butterflies fluttering in your belly in a way you’ve never felt before as you skip over to your front door. You wait for Gator to knock, not wanting to appear too eager.

As soon as his knuckles rap on your door you’re pulling it open, but the sight of him makes your heart feel like ice and sink into the pit of your stomach.

Gator is sporting a fresh black eye. His lower lip, the one that had been pressed to yours only hours earlier, is now swollen and split.

Worse he’s holding his arm protectively to his chest. You know it’s injured as well.

“Oh my goodness! Gator… what happened?” You very carefully grab his uninjured hand and pull him into your home closing the door behind him.

“Perp got the jump on me…”

You lead him to the bathroom and get him seated on the edge of the tub.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” You say, your voice is soft, trying to hide how shaken you feel.

You grab your first-aid kit from under the sink and get to work. Wetting some gauze to clean his lip and chin working as gently as you can. You pop an ice pack and wrap it in a towel for him to hold against his swollen eye. Your hands work diligently as you care for him.

Gator isn’t used to soft hands. His wounded pride at letting you see him like this eased some by your patient treatment of him. His alpha, tucked away at the back of his mind perks a little as he’s once again surrounded by your scent. ‘Our omega cares.’

He isn’t thinking clearly as you gently remove his jacket, to get a better look at his injured shoulder.

The last thing you expect to see is your same tattoo emblazoned, plain as day in the same spot on Gator’s right bicep.

You freeze you thought your heart had sunk earlier when you’d first seen him on your doorstep, but that’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.

“What’s that..?” Your eyes are locked onto the tattoo, and that’s when Gator snaps out of it.

“Oh shit! Blossom. About that. I was going to tell you-“

“So you did know. You knew, and you didn’t tell me. You just thought it was funny to play around with my feelings?” You whisper, tears forming along your lash line.

“No! No, I swear.” His voice is stronger, pleading for you to listen to him, to understand.

He drops the ice pack and reaches for you, but you step back out of his reach.

“Get out of my house.”

“Blossom you can’t be serious. I was going to tell you. I-“

“I said, Get out of my house.” Your voice is stronger the second time you say it.

Gator looks at you and snatches his coat up.

“Fine! Who needs an omega like you anyways?”

He storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the glass in the window panes rattle.

You look down at the blood-soaked gauze on the floor before sinking down and hugging your knees, surrounded by the crimson-colored squares.

He lied. Your alpha not only had marked your body with the most hideous image you could imagine, but then once he had known about you, he lied.

“What did I do wrong? I try to be a good omega. It’s just not enough.” You look up at the ceiling, your head resting against the wall as you ask the universe.

“Why? Why? Why?”

A/N: I promise this isn't the end for these two. I've got big things coming.

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[transalphabf]

You’re a plucky, brave little Omega, having been courting me for a while now, even though I tried to keep my distance, thinking it’d keep you safe from my monstrous urges. But you wanted me so badly, and you smell so good. You left your window open on the night of the full moon, and that was all the invitation I needed.

You didn’t know I was an Alpha with such strong genetics that I could fully transform, and climbing into your room with large clawed hands, I did my best to be silent.

You slept innocently enough, wearing my t-shirt, thighs sticky from where you’d just masturbated to me, your Alpha.

You’ll wake up with my huge tongue pressing into your tight little cunt, screaming out, but nobody will come for you. My tongue’s so thick, so long and slick that you feel it press against your cervix as I enjoy the sounds you make, lapping at your inner walls. My cock’s huge now, easily thirteen inches. You have no idea who I am, but as I line my cock up over your stomach, you know that you’ll be pregnant with my pups at the end of this.

It’s only when I nudge against your chin just like I normally would before fucking you, that you realise the terrifying monster that was about to defile you, was in fact the Alpha you’ve desired for so long. And the terror bleeds into pure lust, a wave of slick running down your thighs as my enormous cock goes into you, and into you, and into you. You’ve never felt so full, and as my teeth gently scrape your throat, all you can do is whimper and pant as I breed you. It’s so good, it’s inescapable, and you’re cumming so fast.

I don’t stop. I won’t stop.

Your cervix gave way under my hammering thrusts when you came the first time, so I’m freely fucking your womb, the bulge visible in your stomach as I keep rutting into you.

You cum three more times before you feel the swell of my knot, and your eyes go wide. “N-no, it won’t fit, Alpha!” You insist, but I just ignore you, and lodge my huge cock inside of you, and start humping you with my half-inflated knot, forcing you to cum again with my tongue on your nipples, and the feeling of your orgasm milks mine from me. Every thick pump of cum into your womb has you moaning and whining, unable to think of anything except pleasure. My huge tongue presses into your mouth, and here you are, making out with a beast that’s more wolf than man right now.

Such a good Omega.

[prokopetz]

A thing that bothers me about wizard schools in popular media – outside of the magic-grade-school stuff, anyway – is that they're typically depicted as being basically magic universities, but their actual curricula and pedagogical approaches look much more like those of a technical institution. Like, buddy, that's not a wizard university, that's a wizard trade school. You can't just slap university student culture on top of trade school pedagogy. It doesn't work like that – the one emerges from the other!

[prokopetz]

"Well ACTUALLY wizards are" wizards are made up. They can be analogous to whatever real-world class or vocation the author wants. Wizard-school-as-university and wizard-school-as-technical-institute are both perfectly fine; what I am grumping about is wizard-school media that doesn't seem to have a clear picture of how different sorts of educational institutions actually operate.

[da-boy-o-kultur]

Okay but now I really want to know what a Wizard technician would look like. Would he wear magical overalls with all kinds of reagents and magic tools sticking out of his numerous pockets?

A guy like that walks into your tower with a toothpick in his mouth, takes one look at your summoning circle and goes

“I see yer problem. You used chalk B12 instead of S3. B12 is only for transmutation circles. Gimme a sec I think I have a piece somewhere here.”

He fixes your circle, test summons an imp and goes.

“There ya go. Fit as a fiddle.”

[ruckuscauser]

“It’s the chalk.”

“The chalk? I always use that chalk, it’s never been a problem.”

“Ah - yes. This stuff will work just fine for most circles, but, uh - here, take a look with my loupe. You see the off-color flecks? Can’t hardly see them with the naked eye, but those are impurities. Silicates, might even be some iron in here, to be honest. Usually won’t cause a problem, but - you said you hadn’t tried this particular summons before?”

“First time trying a 5th level, yeah.”

“Those silicates will make your scribing a little fuzzy when viewed from the astral plane. You see, for example, these three fine lines here? With this chalk, on the astral that looks like one thick line with fuzzy edges. They can’t tell exactly what you want, and they’re picky lil’ critters so they just won’t do anything in response.”

“Really? Oh. I always thought the expensive chalk was just fancy to be fancy.”

“Making pure chalk is difficult, you need a dedicated production line or dust gets in the finished product. To be honest, you don’t need to bother with it for most things, but 5th and up, 5th level and up, it actually is necessary. Anything with lines within about two millimeters of each other.”

“So I need to start over?”

“Unfortunately yes. You’ll have to erase all this, but with some good chalk it should work just fine. Next new moon your summons should go off without a hitch.”

“Dang. At least it’s not my sigils, I was worried it was my sigils.”

“Nah Your sigils look good. Even and balanced. You know what you’re doing, it’s just an equipment problem.”

“Thanks for the help, sorry to make you come all the way out here.”

“No problem! It’s my job.”

[banebite-deactivated20230414]

Pre-Ritual Practices

Some suggestions on how to get yourself into the right mind space for spellwork. You don't need to do any of these things in order to have a successful ritual but it can be nice to prepare once and a while for that extra umph a working might need.

Baths or Showers

Include essential oils, herbs, candles, bath salts, etc. Anything to make you feel refreshed. Extra points if the supplies you use correspond to your spellwork.

Comfortable Clothing

If you're not one for wearing ceremonial robes might I suggest simple comfortable clothing. Ideally, the clothing should also make you feel confident as well. For my sensitive skin peeps out there I highly recommend you invest in some simple natural-fiber clothing to wear during rituals.

Cleaning

Clean and organize your altar space and the room it's in before any sort of work. It not only brings in good energy but will aid in the banishment of any stagnant or negative energy hanging about.

Cleansing

Simple enough. Room sprays, incense, sound, incantations, whatever you'd like to do to clear the air so to speak.

Preparing Tools & Herbs

Take the time to clean or bless tools to be used in your ritual. Sort through your herbs and remove any wilted/moldy pieces that might be present beforehand. Take the time to connect to both the herbs and tools before the ritual.

Simple Energy Work

Experiment with different stretches and positions to get your energy flowing through you. Very light exercise or yoga may also be of great use.

Fasting

Please make sure you are well enough (mentally and physically) to perform this! Simple fasting, anywhere from 4 to 8 hours, is an excellent way to keep the mind focused. It also allows any flying ointments or ritual entheogens to be more potent when taken.

Abstinence

Avoid sexual activity for a time leading up to your ritual in order to pull the mind away from physical pleasures and put energy towards the working. If you are doing a sexual working this may also make the experience more intense.

Sex

Instead of abstinence, one might engage in sexual acts before a ritual to raise energy, release tension, or put themselves in the right space for a love/romance working.

Music

Self-explanatory.

Stimulus Depravation & Meditation

Take some time to simply sit in the dark and quite, even if you aren't meditating. This exercise helps focus a wandering mind and prevent distractions. Ideally should be done 30 minutes before a ritual.

Anointing

Anoint yourself with oils throughout the day or after preparation. The smell of them can remind you of your works purpose and its effects (depending on the oil) can be beneficial to the working.

Offerings

Make offerings to any spirits, deities, or ancestors you will be calling on for the ritual. It shows gratitude for their help and help cultivate a bond between the practitioner and their chosen entity.