Low-key homophobic that it’s pride month and I still don’t have a messed up vampire partner who is covered in my blood, licking their fingers as I black out.
sex isn't sexy unless it's a little bit gross. have you forgotten that you are a divine ape? plastic smooth skin, plucked hair, painted faces, scripted reactions, scrubbed til only the smell of perfumed soap remains, proportions that are conflictingly cookiecutter yet unattainable, none of this is even a little bit interesting.
you can laugh at napoleon's "home in three days, don't bathe" letter to his wife, but there's more sexuality in that one line then there is in the entirety of the hypersexualized but painfully unsexy internet.
Warnings: Dark fic, Stalker!Pope, mentions of killing and fantasies about killing, mentions of Somno and CNC fantasies, breeding kink. Knotting, and other werewolf things. Reader is a Freak. GN!Reader no pronouns or genitalia specified.
Werewolf Pope who spends months stalking you before ever fully entering your life. he just catches your scent one day and it sticks in his brain. he tries to ignore it. then when that doesn't work he tries to actively avoid his gut instinct to follow you, hunt you, but he can't help the way he's pulled to follow your trail. He goes on aimless drives and midnight walks to nowhere and only realizes half way he's going the route to your house, or following the faint traces of your scent through the streets mapping out how you spent your day.
Werewolf Pope who can't imagine any reason for his new found obsession other then hunting. it's such a foregone conclusion that he's going to kill you he doesn't bother to question it. Why else would he take such an interest in you? His wolf has found it's next victim and nothing but your blood will sate the beast. But whenever he thinks too long about it- the actual killing, the way you'd scream before his sharp teeth cut into you, the way your blood would spill and your body would break in his powerful jaws, in one clean, brutal snap- it sickens him. Of course he's a monster, he's often ashamed and horrified at what he is and what he's done, but the wolf half of his brain usually savors the carnage, the blood. This time there's no internal war. Both halves of him are in agreement that you should live.
Werewolf Pope who starts to justify his stalking as protection. It doesn't matter that you never asked for it. It doesn't matter nothing's ever happened requiring him to step in nor that he is without a doubt the most dangerous thing in your life. There's always a nagging thought at the back of his head that something could go wrong if he's not there verifying for himself that you're safe. so he stays close. He watches. the paranoia never quieting no matter how many times you make it home safe. Because there's always next time, next time could be different. could be worse. He won't know unless he's there to see it with his own eyes. He doesn't like to think about the implications of his wolf taking such a liking to another person, and the fact that his wolf unequivocally considers other men talking to you one of the biggest threats.
Werewolf Pope who tries to settle for just watching from a distance but breaks down eventually because it isn't. He wants to touch. To make you his. He wants to bury his face in your neck and breathe in your scent from the source. He wants to bite you hard enough that your blood will wet his lips and his mark will scar your pretty skin. So he introduces himself and pushes himself into your life, stakes a claim by your side. If he can get away with it, he won't ever mention the stalking. if you're willing to ignore how well he seems to know you already and how he never seems surprised by what you tell him- then he'll ignore it too. But the werewolf part of him he does eventually have to share.
Werewolf Pope who calls you his "Mate" so much in his head that it slips out and he has to explain himself. He expects you to leave, when you don't he can't help himself but push, he tells you how he's killed people. How he thought about killing you. How he still thinks about hurting you.
Werewolf Pope who can smell the way heat builds up in you when he admits he's thought about how weak you are, how if he really wanted to take you, there would be nothing you could do to stop him, the animal part of him twitches to life at the idea, only emboldened by the fact you aren't squirming in disgust and fear, but twitching in barely contained excitement as you ask him to tell you everything he's thought about doing to you. slowly. so you don't miss a thing.
Werewolf Pope who's pupils dilate and nostrils flare as he slowly admits more and more to you. He's greedy. He wants to know how every inch of you tastes, and while from what he knows most werewolves only give there mate one claiming bite, he thinks he'd give you two. At least two. One on the junction of your neck and shoulder, where claiming marks typically go, then another on the upmost part of your inner thigh, That one only he'd get to see. One he'd get to see it every time he spread you open. He admits he's thought about breaking into your house and fucking you while you slept.
Werewolf Pope who's words only falter when he realizes you're touching yourself while he gruffly admits sometimes he wishes you'd run from him screaming so he could hunt you like the prey you are and have his way with you once he caught you, because he would catch you. You tell him to keep going, that you like his voice and what he's saying, but he can't. His tongue is thick in his mouth and every muscle in his body tenses as he watches the dirty movement of your fingers. He's certain if he allowed himself to move at all, even to speak, he'd pounce on you. Might shift too if he really lost it. So you start speaking instead.
Werewolf Pope who is on you before you can finish asking if he has a knot. "I'll show you if you want to know so fucking bad," he snarls against your ear, savoring the way your body trembles beneath him. You pull against his grip and his fingers tighten on your wrist a low growl coming from the back of his throat. "But you've got to work for it," he tells you "Gotta show me you can take it."
Werewolf Pope who's claws scrape your hips as he ruts his thick shaft against your ass, pressing teasingly where you want him most but holding back just a little longer. The thrill he gets from hearing you whine and beg while thrashing pitifully beneath his body is sick, and he's too far gone to even care. He knows from this first time that he will make you beg every time he fucks you just so he can feel for just a second that you want him just as much as he wants you.
Werewolf Pope who does eventually give in and sinks his cock into you, almost to the base, you feel the thick promise of more press against your entrance with each steady thrust of his cock. "feel that? right there? that's my knot, i'm going to fuck it into you and breed you," he promises, not caring at the moment if it's even possible. He fills you so completely even without the knot you can't imagine taking more. You want to tell him that you can't, that he's too much already, but all that comes out of you is a breathy wine. Pope licks the sweat off of your back, then turns your face back to lick the tears off of your cheeks. His hands are everywhere roaming, never staying on place too long. Your hair, your neck, your chest, in between your legs. He can't get enough he keeps finding new places that make you gasp and moan, he did try to warn you. He's greedy.
Werewolf Pope knots you when you cum, he'd wanted to tease you longer, maybe make you cum two or three times before letting you take all of him, but his wolf takes over and he his body snaps forward as he spills inside of you. He can smell his scent coming from inside you and it's almost enough to make him hard all over again.
Werewolf Pope spends a long time cleaning you up and massaging your sore muscles after his knot goes down and he's able to really take care of you. he carries you to his den into his bed- no he doesn't "nest" shut up. but, If you want to pile blankets and pillows onto his bed into a nest like arrangement...he won't stop you. He still likes to keep things neat as much as possible, so he'll still remake the bed and pack away the extra blankets and pillows when they aren't being used, but now they smell like you. You can't really tell the difference but he swears the whole house smells faintly of you now.
Werewolf Pope still likes to watch you as much as possible, be by your side and keep his mate safe.
Werewolf Pope is shamelessly addicted to your scent and will take you into his arms so he can breathe you in after long days or full moon nights that keep him awake, there is nothing he hates more then catching someone else's scent on you. He's more than happy to help you shower and replace the offending scent with his own.
Werewolf Pope who sometimes wakes you up by knotting you. Not even for the orgasm, but just so you're tied to him. Physically unable to leave him. Not that you could escape with his arms locked around you, but something about being connected to you this way just feels right.
Werewolf Pope who will chase you in his wolf form, then again in his human form when you whine that he caught you too fast. He catches you again, of course, his prize is getting to place his claiming bite on you. Sometimes you'll try and bite him back. your teeth aren't sharp enough to break the skin no matter how hard you try but he lets you anyways.
werewolf mate who doesn't understand why they can't fuck you in public even through they can smell how horny you are!
werewolf mate who goes down on you in front of their pack all the time, why would it be any different just because humans are around now?
werewolf mate who always walks around naked and doesn't really understand why you don't. then again you're so much more delicate then they are. you bruise and bleed so easily. your skin is so soft, maybe it makes sense that you need a layer of something between you and the rest of the world.
Werewolf mate who teases you for getting flustered when two other werewolves start going at it in front of you. and asks if you want to join the couple, before pinning you down and fucking you themselves just in case you forgot who you belong to.
werewolf mate who wants to be the only one who gets to touch you, but they don't care if others watch.
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