#Alpha OC

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Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing. 

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan. 

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time. 

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.” 

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him. 

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!” 

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically. 

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process. 

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?” 

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug. 

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai. 

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually. 

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance. 

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed. 

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega. 

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence. 

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it. 

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look. 

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair? 

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all. 

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side. 

“Do you want me to hit her?” 

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of. 

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve. 

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.” 

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.” 

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience. 

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast. 

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him. 

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy. 

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there. 

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group. 

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register. 

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily. 

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega. 

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate. 

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age. 

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized. 

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap. 

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted. 

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire. 

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same. 

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.” 

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over. 

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment. 

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all. 

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate. 

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being. 

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal. 

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away. 

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against  Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes. 

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night. 

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes. 

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled. 

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance. 

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it. 

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed. 

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another. 

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s. 

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression. 

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain. 

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure. 

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning. 

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit. 

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead. 

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure. 

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior. 

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it. 

More than worth it. 

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[demons-art-hell]

Day 7: Happy Memory

Confession hours bebee

Probably not actually how it goes but it would be similar Not something I've planned out yet

[voidandthehorrors]

Anyway y’all like the omegaverse

[vigilante24ish]

🐺Primal 🐺

Summary:

In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.

Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.

She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.

Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 2: A New Clue Next - Chapter 4: Proper Meeting & A New Body

Chapter��3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists

The next day, Rana met Will at the HQ to accompany him to the morgue. Jack was currently at the Academy, talking with the young psychiatrist known as Dr. Bloom.

She was intelligent, young, and had worked with Will for a while. Jack wanted to put Will more out in the field; however, he knew the risks.

He went to the Academy to ask her opinion and her help, in case Will needed it. After his talk with him, it was clear to both that the man had a twisted sense of love for those girls and that he would soon go after the next one.

Will was the only one, who could truly help them and Jack could not dismiss him...not yet.

While he was busy there, Will had been dressed in a medical apron and a plastic visor as he hovered over the body of the girl. Around him, were Jimmy, Beverly and Brian, who were busy inspecting and working on the body; hoping to find more clues.

At one side, leaning against the wall, was Rana. She was there to gather any information the four of them found and then give it to Jack.

At the same time, she wanted to keep an eye on Will, especially with Beverly and her snoopy nose being around.

She never minded the gore, blood or the dead. It would be silly if someone like her had trouble handling it. The opposite, she was always intrigued, and the feeling of blood on her hands did trigger some more primal instincts.

For that reason, she found it wiser to keep her distance, but if she ever had to, she could control her impulses and do her job.

"Tried her skin for prints. Of course, nothing. We did get a hand spread off her neck." Jimmy started, glancing at Rana, who was watching them like a Hawk.

"What about her nails?" she asked, muscled hands folded in front of her as she leaned on the wall, with one leg bent.

"Her fingernails were smudged when we took scrapings. The scrapings were where she cut her palms with them. She never scratched him." Brian added.

"Hmm," Rana exclaimed. "That means he knew how to prevent her from scratching him. He is no certain fool," she mumbled, but the silence in the room made everyone hear her.

"Curly piece of metal is all we got," Beverly added, before sneaking a flirtatious smile towards Will.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Rana. Thankfully, the scientist did not do anything, and Will was not focusing on her at all. Instead, his mind seemed to be not present.

"We should be looking at plumbers, steamfitters, tool workers." He said, glancing at Rana, who wrote it down in her little notebook as he adjusted the visor and forced himself to look in the body bag.

While he was busy thinking, imagining and trying to recreate what had happened to the girl, the other three worked normally.

Rana had noticed him but had not said anything as she studied him. She found it fascinating how his compressed other nature formed in a way that allowed him to think like the predator he is supposed to be.

She hadn't met many of their kind, but she knew each one was unique. Each one grew and developed certain skills that reflected their personality, their character, and their environment.

Will learnt how to empathise with predators, following serial killers and their way of thinking, clearly because he suppressed his true nature.

Rana, on the other hand, always motivated by anger and adrenaline, had developed physically and had acquired skills more used in combat and, as some would suggest, hunting.

Her senses were keen, but she did not have the perception Will had, just like he didn't have her reflexes and strong fight instincts that she possessed.

While she was the only one before she met him, that wasn't always the case. She was raised in an environment with their kind and had learnt valuable information from a young age that she hoped one day to pass on to Will.

However, approaching and explaining was the trickiest part. She did not know how much he knew or if he had unlocked them yet.

"Other injuries were probably but not conclusively post-mortem. She wasn't gored."

"She has lots of piercings that look like they were caused by deer antlers. I didn't say the deer was responsible for putting them there."

The trio kept working and talking while Rana was half paying attention.

However, she focused fully when Will snapped back into reality and added his conclusions: "She was mounted on them, like hooks. She may have been bled."

This made Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will as well, while Brian was distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound. "Her liver was removed. He took it out and put it back in. See."

This made the female agent lift an eyebrow and approach the table, leaning over to see what he was pointing at. She was not that expert in the body anatomy, but she could faintly see the signs that the organ had been sewed back.

"Why cut out her liver if he was just going to sew it back in again?" Brian asked, confused.

All muscle tone in Will's face went slack as Rana sniffed faintly, bringing her face a little closer to the body. There was something...something that smelt different... it didn't smell like the organs of a corpse would...no...it was something more.

"Something was wrong with the meat." Rana and Will said at the same time, in perfect sync.

This made the trio look at them, confused, but also freaked out that the duo knew it, although each of them had found it out differently.

They exchanged a look, something familiar passing in front of their eyes as their minds suddenly connected. "She has liver cancer."

That's why it smelled differently, Rana thought, but then noticed how Will had paled.

Before she could ask him what was happening, he spoke up, and what he said next made everyone feel a chill going down their spine. "He's eating them"

Rana had called Jack just as Will's latest conclusion came. Jack had a lead for someone who could help with the case and was on his way.

However, he needed to know all the details, so she ended up in his car as he drove them to their next destination.

She was hesitant to leave Will behind but he had reassured her that he would focus on his lectures, now that he got another clue. It would allow him to take a break and allow his mind to focus on something else.

After Rana finished explaining what they found, Jack tensed his jaw and his hands around the car wheel.

"So, this lunatic is now eating them? Is this his sick love that Will talked about?" he asked, unhappy with the news.

Rana shrugged, leaning back on the seat and looking straight ahead of her. "I don't know. They are still working on more clues, but without the other bodies, it's hard to know." There was another silence between them as Jack took a turn and went off the busy highway. "Where exactly are we heading to?"

"Dr Hannibal Lecter. Dr Bloom recommended him. He might be able to help us and Will, in this nutjob case" Jack explained.

The female agent remained quiet, not adding anything more. Somehow, having a psychiatrist look at and inspect Will made her guts twist.

Yet again, Will was sensitive; perhaps someone more experienced could help if something went wrong. She was indecisive but decided not to make any decisions before meeting the man in person.

At last, they arrived at the fancy building where the famous psychologist lived, and Rana could not help but admire the architecture.

Climbing out of the car, she sniffed the air as a certain scent reached her olfactory processing cortex. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, she felt nothing had taken place.

Jack was clueless about her small reaction, already busy pushing the door open and entering the building. Rana followed behind him, her eyes seeming to be more concentrated than ever.

Unknown to Jack, his protégé started to suspect that this psychiatrist was not at all what everyone else thought.

When they arrived on the right floor, they found his door closed. It was clear that he was having an appointment, so they both waited in suspense and slight uneasiness.

The clock was ticking, and they both wanted nothing more than to catch this madman.

Rana was also uneasy because the scent of another Wolf had reached her senses while also setting one question apart.

Was the client or the good doctor, one of her kind?

Her answer soon came as the door was opened from the inside and a slightly plus size nervous man was about to be escorted out. He was very nervous, the scent of sweat and high adrenaline reaching her nose.

However, Rana knew there and then that the man was not like her. That made her attention focus on the doctor standing by his side. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly at the sight of a man with exotic features and dressed in a wrinkle-less three-piece matching suit.

Jack took the chance to step forward, blocking the way of the other two men. "Doctor Lecter?"

The man noticed him first, but Rana saw evidence that his nostrils moved slightly as he had picked up her scent just as she had picked up his.

However, he did not give anything away. Instead, he focused on Jack. "I hate to be discourteous, but this is a private exit for my patients."

He got his badge out. "I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford and this is Special Agent Rana Stones," he said, motioning for the blond, who had her badge as per usual hanging around her neck. "We are with the F.B.I. May we come in?"

Dr Lecter took a good look at the female agent, but his face had the perfect mask, exposing nothing of his inner thoughts or any of his reactions

"You may wait in the waiting room." He then focused on his patient. "I'll see you next week, Franklyn." Yet, before fully dismissing him, he turned to Jack again. "Unless, of course, this is about him."

Jack corrected him. "Oh, no, this is all about you."

And this is how Rana was once again sitting on the couch next to Jack.

Hannibal had gone inside his office momentarily and said he would call them. This gave her a moment to put on her mask and focus on her training.

Jack, next to her, was as clueless as ever about the secret world existing under his nose.

He picked up a Magazine, out of mere curiosity and to control his temper. He did not like waiting or being dismissed that way.

Usually, when people see their badges, they immediately speak to them, but it was clear that this certain Doctor wanted to make sure that he had the upper hand and was the dominant one in this situation from the very start.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Dr Lecter stepped into the doorway. "Please. Come in."

Jack and Rana stood up, heading for his office.

The female stayed a step behind Jack, and yet, as she passed in front of the good doctor, she felt his sharp gaze on her. She did not turn her head to acknowledge him but simply kept walking with her head held high.

Yet, she did not fail to pick up his unique scent. A mixture of exotic spices and well-aged wine contained in an oak barrel. Each person and wolfskin had their unique scent, which was recognisable and characteristic of them.

Hannibal watched them pass and as Rana passed by him, his senses got overloaded by her strong dominant scent. He blinked and forced a flat smile to cover his reactions, as he processed the scent of whiskey and burning wood with a faint touch of gunpowder.

Once inside the office, the two agents split. Rana took a seat on the couch, right across from Hannibal, while Jack decided to roam around and survey his collection of books and artefacts, while also admiring his art.

"May I ask how this is all about me?" he asked, his eyes going from Rana to Jack.

"You can ask. But I do need to ask you a few questions first. Are you expecting another patient?" Jack started.

"We're all alone," Hannibal informed, being so willing to cooperate and answer the questions.

"No secretary?"

"Was pre-dispositioned to romantic whims. Followed her heart to the United Kingdom. Sad to see her go."

Rana lifted an eyebrow, her back straight and her hands flat on her thighs. Somehow, the story, while sounding believable, also could not be true.

Usually, she would pick up the heartbeat of a normal human and detect when they are lying, but it was different with Hannibal.

For starters, his heart rate was stable but that was something their kind could easily control. A steady heartbeat was crucial cause increased adrenaline and blood was what caused their primary instincts to kick in and make their mind less human and more animalistic.

For that, she focused on anything else about him. It was their common technique with Jack. He asked the questions and tried to see if their suspect would bite while Rana would notice their reactions.

Being a woman, it was not easy for men to take her seriously or consider her a threat.

At first, she was quite reactive and violent to scare them and force them to speak.

However, after she started working with Jack, her teacher realised that she had other gifts she could develop to improve their partnership.

He was not wrong and his ideas worked.

Speaking of Jack, he had focused and was busy studying framed meticulous pencil drawings of Parisian landscapes. "Are these yours, Doctor?"

Hannibal gave a nod, his hand carefully pointing at the drawing of a school. " Among the firsts. My boarding school in Paris when I was a boy."

"Incredible amount of detail."

Not liking how things were, Hannibal stood up and moved to his desk. He picked up a point with a scalpel, blowing the shavings off the tip to reveal its sharpness. "Learned very early a scalpel cuts better points than a pencil sharpener."

He let the pencil down but not the scalpel. He eyed Jack carefully, focusing on the FBI agent's jugular.

However, he made no move as the strong scent of Rana kept reminding him that she was silently watching him. If only he could be alone with Jack, but that could not be the case.

"I understand your drawing got you an internship at Johns Hopkins."

Rana's muscles tensed faintly, and she moved her position on the couch faintly, just as she noticed Hannibal's faint nostril flair and eye dilation.

Yet, his heartbeat remained steady, and he simply exhaled. Others would not notice such small changes, but they were not her.

"I am beginning to suspect you are investigating me, Agent Crawford."

There is suddenly an eerie stillness as if lightning were about to strike. Rana decided to speak, change her position, and sit on the couch's armrest.

"Is there a reason why we should investigate you, Dr Lecter?" she asked, earning a hidden smirk from Jack.

Hannibal's full attention turned to her now, his pupils dilating even more. Her presence alone tested the control of his instincts; it had been years since he had been in the presence of another like him.

And the last one he was with did not have the same aura and vibe Rana did.

He was no fool; he could see the signs, as both of them showed clear, pure dominance with their body language, stable tone of voice, and intense stare.

The tension in the room started to thicken, those two never breaking eye contact.

For a microsecond, both had their irises flash to a bright red, as if triggered by the intense staring and the silent fight for control of the room.

Jack sensed that something was odd, so he moved and sat next to Rana. His attention change caused Hannibal's and Rana's eyes to return to normal.

"You were referred to me by Alana Bloom in the psychology department at Georgetown."

This caught Hannibal's attention, as his demeanour changed again, and he took his seat once again. "Most psychology departments are filled with ham radio enthusiasts and other personality-deficient people. Dr Bloom would be the exception. "

"You mentored her during her residency at John Hopkins, correct?" the female agent asked him.

"I learned as much from her as she learned from me," Lecter said coolly.

"Showed me your paper in The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry. Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion." Jack continued.

"And?"

"Very interesting, even to a layman." He continued.

Rana was told about the paper, and Jack sort of summarised it in his way for her.

She could read it if she wanted, but she was not truly interested. Specialisation and science were never her cups of tea.

Instead, she focused more on other subjects like Physical Education. Philosophy, Law and History were the only exceptions, but no other subjects. Perhaps this was also a result of her internal need for justice and her strong instincts, which required more energy and physical results.

"A layman? So many learned fellows going about in the halls of Behavioural Science at the F.B.I. and you consider yourself a layman? What about your partner? Do you consider her a laywoman?" Hannibal said, deciding to try his unique psychoanalyzing skills.

He was curious about this partnership and how much Jack truly knew about Rana and her kind.

It was the first time she had seen a Wolfskin in a position of power, one that required working with and around humans daily for hours on end. It was truly fascinating to him as well, and he was curious to find out more about the unique blond agent sitting across from him.

Jack realised what was going on, slightly, and exchanged a look with Rana before speaking up. "I do when I'm in your company, Doctor. I am, also, not one to speak for my partner. She can answer that if she wishes to" This made the female's lips curve slightly upwards. "I am here for another reason. I'd like you to help me with a psychological profile."

[godscreativebawls]

ａ　ｕ　ｇ　ｕ　ｓ　ｔ　ｕ　ｓ　 ｖ　ａ　ｌ　ｅ　ｎ　 ｃ　ｒ　ｏ　ｗ　ｎ　ｅ (ᴘʀᴇᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢

"no, no- no no no- he was never supposed to break! he can't break! he is NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK!" -his father (adonis crowne) about him

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gus post one

(im not doing coloring cuz for some reason it keeps breaking ://// )

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Practical Demonstration

Kinktober Day 3: Exhibitionism Yandere Male Alpha Professor x Gender Neutral Omega Teacher Assistant CW: Noncon, public sex, exhibitionism, abuse of authority, knotting, musk, scent kink, biting, claiming bites, pheromones, overstimulation, a/b/o dynamics, slick, suppressants, manipulation, praise kink, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.6k (Okay guys, hope you enjoy this given how long you have waited for it! PLEASE comment, comments feed me <3)

You were the teacher's assistant for the renowned and well-regarded Professor Reid Sullivan. He had degrees involving anatomy and physiology as well as the psychology of alphas and omegas, and the college he taught at was prestigious.

Professor Sullivan was a bit of a prodigy, already being a highly respected academic despite only being in his early-thirties. His unkempt shaggy hair, dark circles around his eyes, and slight stubble made him appear older. His classes were popular, though he refused to teach large crowds. They reduced his efficacy. At most, he would teach 24 students at a time. This class, though, was limited to 20.

This meant students were always clamoring to sign up before all the slots were filled. Not only were people eager to watch him teach because he was so accomplished and good at educating but also because he was considered rather attractive by many students.

It didn't help that he was also an alpha, and despite his tired nerdy demeanor, he was actually quite fit.

But the main reason his classes were so popular was that he often incorporated live demonstrations into his lessons. In the past, he had omegas demonstrate heat and alphas show off knots while he pointed to and described the anatomy and the purpose for it. He even had an alpha and omega pair demonstrate mating on more than one occasion.

Working under him wasn't bad at all. You were an omega, so you were naturally pretty nervous at first. Working with an alpha superior could sometimes be rather hard. Even in this progressive age, there was still a degree of discrimination and power abuse.

Professor Sullivan was exceedingly kind to you. He even got you coffee and something to eat every morning, even though that would typically be a task more suited to you. He also let you sit in his large cushy chair and was quick to let you use his jacket as you rarely used one, and his classroom tended to be cold.

He was very patient and understanding, guiding you through lessons and helping you learn how to handle a class.

Then, on the day of the final lecture, his true colors were revealed.

He locked the door and then stood in front of it. He put on the display screen a presentation about seducing and breeding an omega.

"Omegas are instinctively attracted to mates that provide them with food. It doesn't have to be major, but a daily coffee and small bit of food will make them naturally more receptive to you..."

The lecture went into greater detail on the subject, also explaining how he microdosed the coffee to make suppressants less effective, but you weren't paying much attention. You were too busy staring at the screen that had pictures of you happily sipping coffee or nibbling on muffins or bagels. It was all so surreal.

"For a shy omega, you can't simply bombard them with your scent. It could scare them away or turn them off completely from your continued advances. Instead, get them acclimated to it..."

The screen now showed how he slightly scented his chair and jacket and gradually scented it more juxtaposed with images of you grading papers while wearing the jacket and sitting in his chair.

You were mortified. Professor Sullivan was a monster! You tried to push past him and get to the door. It almost worked as he was taken aback by your determination to escape, but the extra few seconds that you spent fiddling with the lock were all he needed to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"If your omega acts fearful before mating then the steps we took earlier will help us now."

“G-get off!”

You thrashed and squirmed, but he licked, sucked, and nibbled at your neck until the overstimulation clouded your mind and made your resistance much more feeble. After that, he turned you towards him and, after disrobing completely, pushed your head under his arm so that you got a full dose of his pheromones.

The students gave the professor their undivided attention. One or two omega students envied your place as they stared with wide-eyed fascination at Professor Sullivan's now throbbing cock. The rest were a bit uneasy because you clearly hadn't been willing. They weren't actually too shocked, though, this type of thing wasn't exactly uncommon.

"See how limp the omega is? That's because I canceled any bothersome suppressants, made them accepting of my scent, and subconsciously had them see me as a provider."

The professor had a student roll over his chair to the center of the class before locking the wheels in place. He sat you down tenderly after taking off all your clothing and setting it aside.

"Gather around class, feel free to masturbate as long as you pay attention. This is especially important for you alphas."

Some of the students rubbed their crotches. The alphas encouraged the omegas since it would be helpful later to get them all hot and bothered. After the class formed a circle around the two of you, he continued.

"Now, before an alpha inserts themself into their omega, they must make sure the omega is properly slicked up. Some was produced earlier, but we will want more."

He demonstrated the proper neck stimulation techniques as well as how to slowly stretch out and prepare an omega by inserting gradually more fingers. Then he showed them how to massage an omega’s entrance with their cocks before penetration.

Before he even slipped his cock into you, you were already drooling with a dazed expression.

"Okay class, I said today would be an interactive lesson. The 10 alpha students were each delegated an omega and as part of their final grade, they were tasked with doing everything to their omega classmate that I have done to the TA. Omega students will be granted a participation grade."

The alpha half of the class began pulling the omegas close, stuffing the omegas' faces into their musky crotches or underarms.

The omegas were all bewildered. One gladly accepted their fate, a few were shocked into inaction, and most struggled. Only one managed to escape and get out the door but was chased down and brought back.

These were all students with dreams and goals, most didn't want to be an alpha's property and cumdump. At least not before they did things with their lives.

"I made sure all of your desks were sturdy enough for this, you can prop your omegas up on them if you'd like, putting your clothes on the desk and laying your omega on that will make them more comfortable, like a miniature nest with your scent."

The alphas were all stoked and barely able to hold back.

"If you have your omega in a state like our wonderful TA here is demonstrating then you may slip your cock into them, go slowly though, at least at first."

Professor Sullivan was the first to sink in, causing you to moan softly, soon the entire room was filled with the gasps and moans of a room full of omegas mingling with the grunting and heavy breathing of their alpha lovers.

The air was heavy with pheromones, musk, and the scent of slick.

Your mind wasn't really able to process what was happening around you, though. Your nose was focused on the scent of the one mating you as you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him.

"Oh, don't forget to praise your omegas, they may not understand your words right now, but the tone will soothe them."

He kissed you possessively.

"You're such a good mate for me. A perfect partner. So good at helping me teach this lesson. Taking my cock so well~"

He cooed into your ear lovingly as the alpha students praised and complimented their mates. Occasionally, an omega shuddered and squealed in orgasm with their alphas not too far behind.

Sullivan sped the pace up for you, and you didn't last much longer after that. You spasmed wonderfully around his dick as you came hard. Not the only time, though, as he coaxed several more climaxes from your trembling body before he finally came himself and tied you with his big knot.

"Once you've knotted your lover you should bite their neck to mark them as yours. This is essential to making your omega feel safe and loved and will make you secure in the knowledge that everyone knows who they belong to."

The professor bit your neck hard, causing you to moan more even as you flinched in pain.

"You look so beautiful with my mark."

After all the mating had finished and all the knots had deflated, the omegas were all still pretty out of it. Mating and being claimed took a lot out of them and it would probably be an hour or two before they recovered.

"Don't forget your homework! Aftercare is ESSENTIAL!!! Take your omegas to your dorms and make sure they are hydrated, well fed, and praised. If they get cranky at today's events, they probably just need another round or two of breeding."

Which, as it turns out, is exactly what he determined you needed when you wouldn't listen to reason at his home later. He tried to explain that it was all to enhance his teaching. He had been looking for the right omega to fall in love with and help with his lessons for YEARS!

And he finally found you. A TA aspiring to work in his field! You had always wanted a career in academics, and now you had one as his permanent assistant and live demonstration participant!

[demons-art-hell]

A few moar! Queers and goats and hands oh my!

And one unlicenced oc oop. 😳

Some doodles from a magma with @demons-art-hell

[ayeochi]

・✶ ｡ﾟ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀 ;

cw: Obsessive behavior, sexual themes, manipulation, dominance, aphrodisiac, non-consensual, explicit content, power dynamics, alpha/beta/omega dynamics.

𖣠 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀! He is completely obsessed with you, his alpha. From the moment your eyes met, he knew you were his, and no one else's. His body trembles with hatred every time other omegas, with their cheap smiles and pheromones, try to get close to you. They are insignificant, just bitches trying to steal what is his. He will never allow that. He will destroy anyone who threatens his place by his side. They do not deserve his attention.

𖣠 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀! He is a master of facades. His sweet smile and charming personality are the perfect mask to gain your trust and catch your attention. He knows he is the ideal omega for you, and all he needs to do is convince you of it. But his patience is running out; the idea of ​​losing you eats away at him inside. If he doesn't act now, he could lose what should already be his. He can't wait any longer — it's time to take definitive action.

𖣠 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀! He is ecstatic, you will finally be his. With his best smile, he invites you to his house. He offers you a drink with the carefully prepared aphrodisiac. He watches as your breathing becomes heavier and your eyes darken, you are being taken over by desire. He feels his legs tremble with excitement for what is about to happen. He tries to keep his composure, feigning concern and ignoring what is about to happen. His voice is sweet, almost innocent, as he asks if you are okay. But when you finally take him in your arms, falling on top of him, he lets out a moan of pleasure. You tear his clothes, your hands roaming over him, and he can no longer contain the pleasure. He knew this moment would come, and now he will be completely yours.

𖣠 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀! He loves how your cock fills him so well, how you take him greedily, marking him with your alpha's bite. He is drooling, his body trembling as he feels your knot filling his walls. Every movement makes him feel more complete, the bond of the mark connecting him to you irrevocably. He smiles, breathless and ecstatic. "Alpha, you're finally mine, ah~ you can't leave me. How would I be without you now?" A triumphant smile forms on his face. You're his now, whether you like it or not.

[kabukiaku]

Oh he's dangerous alright. Dangerously ✨SLAYING✨

I got inspired by seeing luciferusghost's post on instagram and ran with it.

madeline belongs to @doodleshrimps ✨

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.13

Masterlist     Ao3    Part 12    Part 14

Synopsis: Neteyam’s presentation: the time has come. 

A/N: Thanks for being patient, everyone. Likes, comments, rebolgs and any form of feedback is always more than appreciated! Enjoy <3

Warnings: explicit content (mdni), smut, male x male, omegaverse, power imbalance, dom alpha, sub omega

Neteyam huffed, throwing yet another woven blanket across the hut carelessly. The tangled mess of fabrics and pillows was just that; a mess. So untidy and unfit that the omega could barely look at it without wanting to scream or burst into tears. It seemed that no matter what he did to weave and twist the material into a comforting nest it always came out a complete disaster. 

The harsh bite of incompetence nipped at his self esteem. It was the same feeling he got when learning how to wield a bow for the first time or follow tracks. Inevitably he was awful at these tasks during the first attempts but Neteyam had always pushed through and dealt with these feelings by obsessively practicing till he was successful. Till he saw his father’s proud smile or passing remarks about his mighty warrior. 

Naturally, Neteyam figured he could approach building a nest in the same way. 

However, an hour of scavenging in their shared hut for materials and wrestling with fabric till it was nothing more than a ball of soft cloth had pushed Neteyam past his limit. This was nothing like learning to hunt. Each fabric had to be the right weight and texture but every piece that satisfied these means did not have the proper essence. He needed materials that held the same musky scent of his mate but it seemed Kxolo was always on top of the laundry. 

A useful quality that had the omega infuriated with him. 

Neteyam felt lost. Where was his teacher? Wasn’t someone supposed to show him how to do this? He idly wondered if his parents were simply waiting to teach him this skill later down the road when they anticipated his mating. Now, he was struggling through the task alone with a mate that couldn’t bother to leave one piece of clothing with his scent on it for Neteyam to enjoy. 

The eldest Sully dug through one of the baskets again and was pleasantly surprised to come across a navy poncho. He ran the smooth leather material along his fingertips. The material caressed his skin perfectly, lighting a flame of optimism in the omega. Bringing the material to his nose, that hope died instantly. 

He hissed, throwing the scentless poncho to the ground. 

Tears gathered at the corners of Neteyam's eyes but he fought them back with a stubborn intensity. His frustration quickly swallowed sadness and had Neteym chucking the first fabric his fingers touched across the room angrily. It was only when the omega heard the soft sound of the fabric hitting skin that he looked up and saw his alpha standing in the doorway. 

Hands now clutching the poncho he stared back at his omega with a raised eyebrow. For a moment Neteyam considered apologizing but the burning irritation that bubbled relentlessly fiercely drowned out other concerns. Instead, he simply crossed his arms and glared back at the alpha, channeling all of his annoyance and frustrations at the taller male. 

“Not my color, huh?” Kxolo attempted to joke, gesturing to the poncho but he was only rewarded with a small huff. Neteyam’s angry scowl only translated into a persistent pout that had the alpha holding back a deep chuckle. He was tempted to pinch those soft cheeks fondly but then he noticed the bundle of fabrics beneath Neteyam’s feet. Realization dawned. 

“You making a nest, little one?” Despite the tranquil caress of his mate’s voice, Neteyam didn’t respond. Further shame and humiliation yanked at his composure as he saw the alpha observing the horrific nest. He yearned to rip it up or hide it away. His natural hindbrain screaming at him to not let the alpha see what a poor excuse of an omega he was being. Tears once again prickled at his golden orbs but Neteyam was determined to keep them at bay. 

Kxolo on the other hand smiled warmly at seeing his sweet Neteyam trying so hard to put together a proper nest for them. His proud smile faltered slightly when he saw the glaze of threatening tears covering Neteyam’s eyes. The Olo’eyktan quickly approached, ready to comfort and soothe but the omega’s glare intensified followed by several steps backwards. His own footsteps slowed into that of careful precision, one used when approaching a prey that could easily be scared off. 

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” 

Neteyam scoffed, with a tough demeanor trying to mask the oncoming tears. 

“It’s such a fucking mess!” Kxolo flinched slightly at the foul language he had never heard from the omega before. Were it not for the glistening tears that now trailed down Neteyam’s cheeks he would have been tempted to put the smaller male over his knee. 

“I think it looks great.” Two more steps closer and the Olo’eyktan could almost reach him.

“Don’t lie!” Neteyam hissed, a small sob coalescing with the sound. Tired of the pretense, Kxolo crossed the last bit of distance between them and pinched the boy’s chin. Forced to look upwards, Neteyam fought back another sob at the stern look his mate held. 

“Don’t yell.” The rough timber had the omega’s tail tucking itself between his legs. Kxolo’s deep sigh drifted through the silence. “Baby boy I know you’re feeling a lot of new emotions right now but I don’t appreciate the attitude. I’m trying to be patient here.” 

“But it’s all wrong!” Kxolo’s warm hands cradled either side of Neteyam’s face while simultaneously wiping the stray tears away with his thumbs. “It doesn’t even smell like you.” The last phrase came out barely more than a whisper, the Olo’eyktan’s ear twitching to pick up the sound. 

“Trust me, by the end of your presentation it will.” Kxolo chuckled, but the amusement was lost on Neteyam. The jokes did little to lessen the tear-filled glare that pierced up at him. It clearly mattered to Neteyam. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, the Olo’eyktan picked up the abandoned poncho and quickly slipped it over his head to lay across his broad shoulders. “There. At the end of today we can add this garment to the nest. Problem solved.”

Neteyam softened slightly, the solution tempting him into a state of ease, but then his eyes skimmed over the mess of blankets again. Proper essence or not, it was still just a knotted pile of fabric that would never do as a nest. The place they were meant to become one and it was nothing more than a disastrous mess. 

Strong arms went to wrap around his waist but a flash of emotion had Neteyam hissing back at the alpha. His teeth were only bared for a second before a resounding smack echoed through the hut. A familiar burning pain bloomed across his backside. 

“Sorry” He mumbled, suddenly finding the woven floor of utmost interest. 

Instead of the expected lecture for his disobedience, Neteyam was pulled into the circle of Kxolo’s strong arms. He snuggled into the smooth leather of the poncho and breathed in the relaxing essence that had become associated with safety. The anxiety rippled away in the breeze, broken nest forgotten at his feet. 

“Look at it this way. The nest is going to be a disaster after we’re through with it anyway.” The vibrations of Kxolo’s chuckle was infectious and before Neteyam knew it he found his own laughter drifting through him. 

Pandora had always been hot. Even during the nights, it was difficult to escape the musky layer of humidity that encompassed everything in sight. Days spent in the warm glow of sunshine are sure to leave one sweaty and out of breath but Neteyam could not remember a time where the air itself was suffocating. 

Each inhale burned his lungs, coating his throat in a dry heat. Snapping his eyes open he tried again to fill his lungs with the cool air of night but to no avail. The weight of Kxolo’s thick arm around his waist was suddenly claustrophobic and left no room for the breeze to cool down his flaming skin. Neteyam scrambled to wiggle out of Kxolo’s sleeping embrace and rangle himself to his feet. 

He barely spared a second glance to Kxolo who grumbled and stirred but surprisingly did not wake from his slumber. 

He broke through the flaps and climbed down the trunk within seconds. The only thought that controlled his actions was the idea of soaring through the cool wind. Surely being high in the area out of the treeline would bring some type of relief. Even the towering glowing trees around him trapped the omega in a box that he yearned to break free from. 

His knees wobbled with every clumsy step. The burning wouldn’t subside and the beads adorning his neck became too confining. They were carelessly torn off and thrown aside. To his dismay the scorching heat was soon accompanied by a dull ache from his abdomen. The pressure grew until it was comparable to a sharp knife in his gut, stealing the breath from his lungs. Barely staying upright, Neteyam continued towards the clearing in a messy march. 

Strings of jewelry littered his path as he threw them aside. The trees curved and spiraled into a distorted kaleidoscope. It became increasingly more difficult to interpret which way was up and which down. His feet stumbled to navigate this new spiraled atmosphere, blindly hoping to land on the soft mossy ground. His trail of glowing footprints were a jumbled pattern of directions that hardly took him forward. Regardless, Neteyam continued. 

Walking deeper into the forest provided him with a sense of small purpose that he hoped to use as a distraction from the sneaking pain that rippled through his veins. Every clumsy step became heavier, as if gravity had increased its weight on him tenfold. The footsteps soon acted as a thumping rhythm like a drum as Neteyam became consumed with the searing heat that flushed his senses. 

It felt as if there was a burning fire constantly sparking beneath the layer of skin, but it was unreachable. Nothing he did could burn it out. A thin layer of sweat glistened along his azure skin in the pale light of eclipse. His heartbeat greatly outraced the heavy pace of his clunking steps, spiraling into an anxiety ridden frenzy. 

Encapsulated in the middle of this anomaly, Neteyam was confused. Several more minutes of walking and he was more than confused. He was lost. 

Riding his ikran no longer proved to be a reliable candidate for a solution. His original destination was quickly dismissed, pushed away in favor of finding his way back home. Home where his alpha would shush his worries away while petting at his braids. Back in the protective embrace and comfort of their shared hut that acted as a sanctuary. 

The omega struggled to sharpen his vision once more, to make sense of the contorted shapes and colors. The waves of fire and agony inevitably brought forth a relapse of this effort, leaving him stumbling blindly through the thick greenery. Even the sounds of nocturnal creatures prowling the grounds that trickled through the forest was only interpreted as a mess of brash vibrations. Never before had Neteyam felt more out of his element. 

Years of training to become one with the forest, to anticipate what She holds went down the drain. He was no better off than a sky demon wandering the woods for the first time. 

This internal torment had detached himself from the surroundings. Neteyam couldn’t even decipher how far he had veered from their shared home. A new surge of agony rose within him but this time as raw untamed emotion. Utter helplessness weighed him down, his hindbrain crying for the comfort of an alpha. His heart clenched, as if the wire that had always yanked him towards the Olo’ekytan was now strangling him with the alpha’s absence. His breathing trembled with foreshadowed sobs that began to crawl up his throat. 

It was only when the first sharp sob cracked through the air that Neteyam realized his cheeks were dampened with an abounding streak of tears. The dam concealing his unbridled emotion broke. The consistent weeping barely left enough room for air to enter his lungs and when it did the success was only brought down by another surge of burning pain in his core. 

It was impossible to tell if his muddled steps were bringing him closer or further away from Kxolo, but his focus no longer lay on his destination. Neteyam could only think of how much he ached to be back in his mate’s arms. How badly he yearned to see those kind golden eyes and feel the gentle trace of swirling patterns that the alpha would leave along his back and shoulders. The tender kisses that nipped at his skin until there were goosebumps in its wake. 

His instincts prompted Neteyam to believe these touches would be the remedy to his misery. There was an unbounding certainty of this truth that pushed the omega forward even as his knees shook and wobbled with each step. 

Sobs quieted to saddened whimpers, Neteyam finally picked up on the vibrations underneath his feet. The ground thumped in an unbreakable rhythm. Plants were jostled to the sides. Neteyma finally found a grip on his hearing, tuning into these sounds. In his hysterical state he was just barely able to remember these as signs of a predator closing in on its prey. His fear spiked higher when the rumbling pace of the footsteps picked up speed suddenly, sure to be closing in on him any second. 

Neteyam’s tail swatted anxiously as he tried to decipher from which direction this rustling was coming from. A few seconds of failure indicated it was a useless effort so he went to run instead. Still absorbed in the painstaking agony and dulled senses, the omega could do no more than stumble into a pace that barely resembled a light jog. Several tree roots and plants threatened to take him down, but he somehow managed to regain balance and continue. 

The footsteps neared. Dread whittled in his gut, sure that this was the end. He was in no state to fight. This predator would finish him off in the dead of night and Neteyam would never make it back home. The tears blurred his already morphed vision. 

A shriek was ripped from his throat when bands of steel encircled his waist and yanked him from the ground. The sobs came back to take over his breathing, fat tears leaking from the corners of his golden orbs. Neteyam had no more energy to fight back his impending doom. His ears pinned backwards against his head, but then a new sensation overwhelmed him. 

The creature was warm, a familiar scent of pine and timber encased him. 

“-teyam!” The distorted noise finally morphed into something discernable. “Mawey, Neteyam. Mawey.” The deep rumbling originated from the chest Neteyam had his face tucked into. Finally, he realized where he stood, once again safe in Kxolo’s arms. 

“There you go. Deep breaths.” Kxolo’s chest rose and fell to demonstrate the exercise but midway a groan cut into the action. The sweet aroma that filled his senses attacked his composure. The alpha braced one arm against the tree trunk behind Neteyam’s head, eyes shut as he tried to regain control. 

Neteyam on the other hand let himself get lost in the warm essence clouding his judgment. His finger curled around the male’s upper biceps, fingernails digging into the smooth skin. The omega didn’t hesitate to slot his face in the crook of the alpha’s neck, greedily taking in the heavy scent bleeding with possessive pheromones. He didn’t need to see Kxolo’s face to understand the primal emotions that were slowly overtaking him. Lust. Greed. Ownership. 

The blend was an intoxicating concoction that Neteyam was eager to get drunk off of. It took away the edge, the biting pain rippling through his body. He pressed the flat of his nose against the curve of Kxolo’s collarbones, already able to feel the thumping rhythm of the alpha’s heart. 

“Naughty thing running off.” Kxolo muttered, still his tone was hardly a mere facade of his usual lecturing timber. 

Without waiting for a response, the alpha easily hoisted Neteyam into his arms. He instantly cinched his legs around the Olo’eyktan’s waist and clung to the broad shoulders. His skin still pebbled with an aching burn but every point of contact with his mate seemed to cool the pain to a bearable discomfort. 

Their walk through the forest was almost silent, the only ambience being that of purring wildlife and whispering trees in the wind. Kxolo held Neteyam tightly, fingers digging into the plush flesh of the omega’s thighs. Several times his fingertips twitched with the desire to shift his palming to the beautiful curves of Neteyam’s ass but the Olo’eyktan knew that would only end in him taking his mate in the middle of the forest before they could make it back. 

Kxolo’s presence acted as a soothing antidote for the rising emotions that threatened to overpower every thought in the omega, but Neteyam quickly found that it was not enough. Other desires were quickly forming into a whirlwind of catastrophe. An unmistakable longing to be connected once more started to fester and burn at the forefront of his mind. He searched for a physical outlet to this yearning, the flush position of their bodies was not well suited to dampen this appetite. Helpless whimpers began to resurface in his throat. 

Kxolo’s long adorned braids twinkled in the glow of eclipse, carefully crafted beads reverberating off of one another. Then in the mix of their sway, Neteyam’s attention was caught by something else. The Olo’eyktan’s braided kuru lay heavy and thick against the accentuated curve of his spine. Neteyam reached for it blindly, almost subconsciously. 

When his smaller fingers managed to grasp the thickly braided hair there was a minute tremor in their pace. The slight wobble was ignored as the pads of his fingers ran down the length, pulling the kuru carefully over Kxolo’s shoulder. A new found fascination began to form within him. The burning pain became background noise with his entire focus now shifted to the intimate neural que of his mate. 

Kxolo continued forward, his determination of reaching their destination overcoming his sensitivity to the touch. That was, until Neteyam reached the dancing tendrils. The glowing cirruses eagerly wrapped around two of the omega’s fingers. 

“Fuck!” Kxolo growled out, knees almost buckling under the intense sensation. 

His reaction was readily appreciated by the smaller male as he continued to play and tease the end of his queue. Dilated pupils took in the way those tendril gingerly wrapped and danced along his fingers. The omega’s pain was put to the side. There was something so wonderfully intimate about seeing this private part of the Olo’eyktan reaching for him without restraint. He was the only Na’vi that would come to know this secret part of the mighty warrior. This vulnerability belonged to him. 

“Enough play for now.” Kxolo gritted out between a clenched jaw. The touch was too much to handle, his muscular body practically brought to his knees in the process. 

Neteyam mewled out in protest when the kuru was snatched away from him. Grasping hands tangled through the braids in search of the queue. Pain bloomed across his backside in a delayed response to the resounding smack that was delivered to the plump flesh of his ass. Kxolo couldn’t help but watch the plush flesh reverberate in response. 

“Alpha!” 

“What did I say?” The vicious growl cut through the wind, almost tangibly pinning Neteyam’s ears to his braids. The hidden warning encased in that tone was enough to stop the omega’s pursuits. He whimpered and hid his face back against Kxolo’s pulse, sad noises acting as the only response.  

Luckily, there was no more discussion on the matter. Their pace increased until Kxolo was swiftly climbing the curved trunk leading to their home with one hand. Instead of returning to their sleeping mat, Neteyam was deposited on the plush materials of his homemade nest. The significance of this act was lost on the boy as he could only process the aching desire that had returned. 

Kxolo carefully detached the clawing hands from his shoulders, careful to make sure Neteyam’s head was supported at the rim of the nest. The plush cushioning was disappointing in comparison to the warmth of toned muscles his mate offered. Confused and dazed by the overwhelming urges, Neteyam wiggled to regain the embrace of his alpha. 

“Mawey Neteyam.” Kxolo purred, successfully batting away the omega’s attempts. Darkened pools of molten gold stared down at him, but did nothing to reassure Neteyam. The thick scent of his alpha was everywhere, showing the true sinful desires that lurked beneath his controlled composure. He hated that diplomatic mask that Kxolo insisted on wearing. 

There was a beast that lurked beneath it. One that Neteyam knew would give him anything and everything he desired. One that would wreck him, tear him apart for its own pleasure. Brand his body and soul with its mark. Consume him once more in that alluring passion of possessive greed. 

That was what he wanted to unleash. 

That beast would take away his agony. 

“Be a good omega and wait for me here. I will only be a minute.”

“What? No! Don’t leave! Don’t leave me he-”

Kxolo hushed away the sentence into a mumbled whine. The back of his knuckles delicately grazed Neteyam’s cheek with a strangled gentleness. 

Darkness overtook his vision for a moment, followed by the thick weight of the leather poncho resting on his shoulders. The soft fabric was drenched in that musky scent of his mate. Unashamedly Neteyam rubbed his cheek against the soft material, breathing in the essence through flared nostrils. Lost in the comfort of the aura, Neteyam hardly noticed when his head hit the plush edge of the nest once more. 

Kxolo admired the way his small form was swallowed up in the garment. A rumble of satisfaction rippled through him at the sight of his omega eagerly mixing their scents together. As tempted as he was to watch the scene unfold, the flutter of heavy eyelids indicated this was his chance to slip out without another tantrum from his little mate. 

Silently, the male backed away as Neteyam snuggled into the nest and fell back into a troubled slumber.

The ache had transformed. A feeling of torment with a more distinguishable cause at the root of it. Neteyam was empty. So impossibly empty and hollow that it curdled his stomach into a twisted knot. He was unsure of when he became fully conscious again but the only waking sense that he could focus on was that unbridled lust. 

Slick gathered at his entrance, leaking down the back of his thighs that were caressed by the soft material of Kxolo’s poncho. He clenched around nothing, the humid air failing to provide any sort of relief. Disappointment was a tangible weight that shackled his emotions into determined despair. The fabric caught between his legs and that soft friction alone was enough to have the omega rutting back against it. To intertwine his own scented arousal with that of his alpha’s natural perfume on the leather. 

The satisfaction was temporary, only a slight fix that massaged at his pain but failed to cage the raging hormones within him. He needed to be bred. To be filled with his alpha’s cock until the sticky substance of his mates cum leaked from his hole, branding his skin in its wake. 

Neteyam had experienced arousal before. Eywa knows he has had more than his fair share over the past two months, having been surrounded by the ethereal handsome alpha at every turn. He still remembered his confusing times of puberty where glances of toned alphas had turned from innocent looks into memorized gawkings that were used to get himself off later. He thought he had properly received a prelude of his future heats and presentation over the past couple months, but nothing could have prepared Neteyam for this. 

This zealous lust was primal, an uncaged monster that dissipated every other focal point into ash. A raging determination that convinced him he would die without the presence and claiming of an alpha. This was his purpose. This was his only salvation. 

Kxolo’s form overtook the small parted entrance, the expanse of his shoulder hitting each side of the woven fabric. His appearance effortlessly shifted Neteyam’s attention to him without another thought. Kxolo’s long hair was already tied back into a low ponytail, leaving his sharp jawline exposed in the pale moonlight. Jutted collarbones shifted with every heaving breath, drawing Neteyam’s ogling towards the sculpted pectorals and abs that stood out beneath his stripped skin. Even the long veins that stretched along the length of Kxolo’s hands and forearms elicited another pang of arousal to leak between Neteyam’s cheeks. 

Had he always been this handsome?

A pure depiction of sexual appeal in alpha form. 

Neteyam’s heels dug into the woven floor, hips pushed towards the ceiling as a pained whine fell from his lips. Kxolo’s tail swayed in satisfaction, savoring the needy display of submission and desperation. Brooding steps carefully drummed against the hut floor, prowling forward to close in on the helpless male. 

The bag of fruit and supplies was unceremoniously thrown to the side, hitting the ground with a thump that made Neteyam flinch. 

Kxolo’s features were contorted into jagged edges with the shadow of night. The blown out pupils holding storms of passion within them. His gaze seared the squirming boy till that burning fire beneath his skin rolled off of him in waves. 

The mask was gone. 

He was unleashed.

And nothing could save him from the primal being that stalked forward to claim his very being. 

“Look at my pretty little omega.” Kxolo purred. 

His space was invaded with one flowing swoop, Kxolo coming to crouch over the boy. The familiar scent surrounded him, evident in every breath Neteyam took. It seemed that Kxolo too was feeling the effects as he ran the tip of his nose along the omega’s neck greedily. That act alone heightened every pulsating wave of desire till it was unbearable.

Neteyma wasn’t in a mood to be patient. 

His small hands grappled at the first group of Kxolo’s braids it could find, using that hold to pull the male closer. The tickle of strained breath against his neck made him squirms and kick at the soft fabric beneath him. Kxolo traced the curve of his neck with his tongue, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Finally nuzzling his nose, Neteyam didn’t wait for his mate to instigate the kiss. He swooped forward, lips crashing together in a messy frenzy of teeth and tongue. 

A dark rumble emanated from the Olo’eyktan’s chest when Neteyam tugged at the decorated braids in order to deepen the kiss. 

Sharp teeth nipped at the omega’s pillow lips until the familiar coppery taste trickled along his tongue. There were no mumbled apologies or gentle caresses to accompany the rough treatment. It was out of turn for the alpha’s usual careful behavior and yet somehow that knowledge made his ache feel that much more present. Dark seated curiosity at what inhibitions these primal desires would wipe away from his mate’s mind. 

With trembling limbs, Neteyam’s legs swung out in search of his mate's hips until they were finally grappled around his waist. His heels dug into the Olo’eyktan’s lower back, effectively pulling the older man’s groin to his own. A puffed exhale was released into the kiss, the omega savoring the long-awaited heat and friction. He shamelessly ground up against the obvious bulge in Kxolo’s loincloth, the slightest touch and shift of the fabric against his cock making him groan. 

Head thrown back against the rim of the nest, Neteyam hardly noticed the dancing hands that trailed along his clothed chest. They shifted the fabric to allow the night air to chill his now exposed stomach. Two fingers slipped beneath the band along his left hip, calloused tips teasing at the sensitive area. Neteyam whined, his hips now bucking aimlessly, unsure of whether to retreat from the tantalizing touch or seek it out. 

“Why is this still on?”

The left band snapped under the force of Kxolo’s calloused grip and tug. Neteyam’s song chord went flying across the room. He had no time to worry about the piece before the right band followed suit. The concealing fabric was tossed away, finally allowing his aching cock to slap against his lower stomach. The humid air felt cool against his flaming skin, trickles of wind against his member was enough to have him twitching. 

He awaited for the recognizable warmth and tingle that always accompanied his mate’s experienced touch, but it didn’t come. Neteyam let a whine escape his lips while hoisting his head up to give Kxolo a heated look. The alpha didn’t meet his gaze. Kxolo had released himself from the circle of Neteyam’s legs and sat back on his haunches. Even from his strained position Neteyam could see the marks that the alpha’s nails left in his own thighs as he took deep breaths with his eyes closed. He was calculating, returning to gain a grip on his control. 

Neteyam flew to his knees, quickly shuffling to straddle the male’s thighs. The added proximity wrapped his senses in the natural musk of his mate. That alone was more than enough to push aside any apprehensions. 

“If you don’t fuck me right now I will find someone who will.” Consequences be damned, he didn’t need gentle fussing. He needed to be filled, to be taken in every way possible until the only thought that could register in his mind would be the unbreakable brand the alpha had upon him. 

His wish was granted. 

Once again toppled to the floor on his back, Kxolo caged him in, veiny hand closing around the front of Neteyam’s neck. Although there was no added pressure, the warmth and weight of his touch stole the air from his lungs. Lips were on his, crushing the soft flesh into a fierce kiss. Trapped between the soft jumble of fabric and promising grip around his throat, Neteyam had no escape from the pointed fangs that scraped along his bottom lip once more. The contrasting taste of blood coalesced in the mix of battling tongues. 

The leather poncho was pushed up higher until it tangled around the braids at the back of Neteyam’s head. Kxolo’s grip tightened around the omega’s throat, just enough to silently command his attention. 

“I have half a mind to keep you choked on my cock.” Neteyam’s hands curled into the soft fabric of the nest, arousal a molten pour gathering at the base of his stomach. “See how well you manage talking about other alphas when my cum is branding your throat.” 

Kxolo hiked one of the boy’s knees around his waist, effectively spreading him wide and leaving his soaked entrance to clench around open air. The shift was enough to spread a warm blush along Neteyam’s body. The possessive anger seated in the alpha’s eyes served to only heighten his anticipation. 

“Look at me.” 

Neteyam’s eyes fluttered to stare up at his mate. Kxolo’s fangs were hardly concealed by his soft lips. The glimmer along the white pearls a reminder of the blood still trickling from Neteyam’s bottom lip. He could imagine the marks those teeth could make along his body. The teeth marks they have made in the past. 

“Omega.” Loincloth pushed to the side, the tip of the Olo’eyktan’s member prodded at his entrance. The muscles naturally spasmed as if to somehow pull the male’s cock inside. “Who does this belong to?”

He slid his cock teasingly soft along the wet slick and smooth skin, several times catching on the rim only to then pull away. 

“You” the answer came out as barely more than a strangled whimper. 

Regardless, Neteyam was beyond delighted to feel the familiar stretch of the girthy length splitting him open. Were it not for the pressure of Kxolo’s hand pushing him down by the neck, he was sure to sate his desire to sink his teeth into the male’s broad shoulder. Neteyam settled for scratching his nails down Kxolo’s forearm as the alpha continued until he was balls deep. 

The ache of unsatisfied lust was replaced by the burning stretch of being filled to the brim. 

“Who do you belong to?” Kxolo loomed over him like a shadow, capturing every mangled whimper and expression to come from his omega. 

Although they had been in the position a fair amount of times at this point, Neteyam could not remember every feeling such an intense ecstasy at simply being filled. It swirled his thoughts to that point of connection, the one part that was finally giving him relief. 

Kxolo pulled out till the tip barely resides in his tight hole then abruptly slammed back inside with one efficient swoop. It was brutal and a sudden shock, Neteyam used to the usual steady preparation and patience that the Olo’eyktan used before setting an unforgiving pace. A ripple of fizzled pleasure tickled up the base of his spine till it seemed to tickle at his twitching ears. 

“Y-you! I’m yours, I’m yours!” The words came out louder than expected. Neteyam was sure that Kxolo could feel the panicked vibrations with the stern grip to his throat. 

A startled gasp was ripped from him when the Olo’eyktan began to pound into him. Each thrust was deep enough to practically feel in his stomach. All preamble was chucked to the side. He set a pace that was merciless. Were it not for the Olo’eyktan holding him to the ground, Neteyam was sure he would have been shuffled off of the nest by now from the powerful buck of Kxolo’s hips. 

“My omega, hm?” Kxolo crooned.

The beads in Neteyam’s hair scraped against one another from the frantic nod he attempted in response. The dizzying pace made it difficult to think, let alone compile together a tangible response. The lewd sounds of skin slapping filled the tent, accompanied only by the almost soundless whimpers coming from Neteyam’s ajar mouth. 

“Interesting, because I know my omega would never think of another alpha, let alone threaten to lay with one.” 

Kxolo’s hips stilled. He was buried to the hilt, almost touching that sweet spot Neteyam so desperately yearned for him to caress. However, the angle was off, just barely tilted away from his g spot and a simple shift away from pure ecstasy. 

Were it not for desperation that consumed every other inhibition, Neteyam would have been embarrassed by the pathetic mewl that he let out. However, underneath his mate’s sculpted body trapping him with his cock spearing him open without relief, Neteyam didn’t give a fuck. 

“No n-no please! Don’t stop!” Neteyam’s hips jutted upwards, hoping to position the angle to his design but it was useless. 

The weight on his throat left but only to then feel his jaw captured in an unyielding grip. The soft flesh of his cheeks squished together beneath Kxolo’s splayed fingers. Body trembling in anticipation, Neteyam finally looked up at the fierce golden eyes piercing through him. Were it any other scenario, he was sure to get lost in the intricate swirl of color and hidden secrets that lurked underneath those sparkling orbs. 

Now however, all he could see were the dilated pupils that held a darkness his mate usually kept a tight lid on. 

Neteyam could feel the sticky slick coating the base of Kxolo’s cock and running down between their met pelvises. 

“You can do better than that.” Kxolo gently used the grip to teasingly shake the boy’s head back and forth. Despite the amused tone, Neteyam knew better than to misread the situation. This was a punishment. He had finally pushed his lover too far and now he was out and ready to make him pay for it. 

Already in such a vulnerable state, Neteyam scolded mentally scolded himself for choosing now to find the end of Kxolo’s patience. 

Regardless, the emanating power that rolled off of the alpha in waves constantly stirred his arousal into the familiar coiled ball that was moments away from snapping. Here, just pinned and filled, he wondered if the downturned scowl upon Kxolo’s lips would be enough to push him over the edge. A pathetic little omega, bent to the will of his alpha with the simplest of actions. 

“You know what I want to hear.” 

Pleading eyes did nothing to weaken Kxolo’s resolve. 

Neteyam searched through his brain for the right words, grasping at strings that only lead to dead ends. Perhaps he did know what magic words would finally bring him relief but his own lust had blanketed his thoughts into a mess of smoke and mist.

“Please p-please I’ll be good.” Kxolo liked manners, he had been insistent in the past on teaching his baby boy to ask politely. Hole now constantly clenching around the girthy base of the Olo’eyktan’s member, Neteyam prayed that would be the key to his impending orgasm. 

Kxolo ran his thumb over Neteyam’s bottom lip, a dot of blood collecting on the digit. The omega felt so highly sensitive that this act alone sent tingles along his cheeks till they blossomed into a rosy color. 

“Hm I don’t think I believe you, baby boy.” Kxolo drawled, eyes dragging between the boy’s soft lips and sparkling eyes. 

Neteyam could feel the moisture in his eyes gathering. Tears were seconds away from running down his cheeks. It was difficult to locate the source of his surging emotions, whether it was sadness, desperation, overstimulation or all three. On the verge of choking on overwhelmed sobs, Neteyam was reduced to a mewling mess trying to squirm in the plush blankets.

He reached for his mate’s shoulders and dug his nails into the taunt flesh in an effort to pull him closer. The Olo’eyktan was nice enough to haunch forward in response. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m yours, daddy. All yours! I’ll behave now, I promise. I’ll be a good boy! Please fuck me, please please..”

“Such a dirty mouth on you, baby boy.” He chuckled, running his thumb over the pillow plush lips to silence the rambling. 

“You want me to fuck you, baby? Fill you up with my seed?” His words slowly contorted into a deep growl. Neteyam wasn’t the only one struggling to hold back. 

“Yes d-daddy want it so bad, please-”

“Then present, omega.” 

Neteyam's disappointment from the empty feeling in his hole only lasted for a few moments before he processed the words and scrambled to get into position. The shaking of his spent limbs could not stop him from eagerly flipping onto his knees. He pressed his cheek against the nest and arched his back, hoping to entice his mate by the obscene display before him.  

Kxolo slide him backwards by a harsh grip to the boy’s hips. Neteyam squeaked and arched obediently until he could feel the hardened length resting against his ass cheek. The stripped skin glimmered with the sheen of slick, the consequential fragrance drifting through the air. Kxolo’s nostrils flared, hands quick to grope and spread the omega’s cheeks profanely. 

He thumbed over the twitching rim, smearing the sticky substance in its wake. Kxolo admired the curve of the boy’s smooth ass. The flesh tantalizing him to take a bite. And so he did. Without warning his teeth nipped at a particularly plush part of Neteyam’s right cheek. The omega bucked away from the harsh treatment, but Kxolo kept him in place with a stubborn hold on his hips. He suckled at the skin, till  Neteyam was gasping and crying out. Leaning back, Kxolo was pleased to find a blaring purple mark left behind with indented teeth marks. 

“Must you do that right now?” The reprimanding remark was undermined by the heavy weight of Neteyam’s panting breaths. The omega’s tail swished and flicked at the older male to compensate. 

“I thought you said you’re going to be good.” 

“Kxolo please!” Neteyam let out the frustrated whine. 

Finally deeming the torment enough, Kxolo slid in without another word. He reveled in the accentuated arch of Neteyam’s back and breathless squeak that came from the boy as he once again buried himself to the hilt. The omega squeezed him so tightly, the alpha had to put some effort into sliding in and out. He rolled his hips into sensual patterns, reaching the sweet spot before gliding smoothly out till the head was at the rim again. Although slow, Neteyam could feel every ridge and vein as his hole made room for the male.

The bulbous head nudged at his prostrate at each precipious, sending overwhelming tingles of pleasure. Relief soon morphed into indescribable euphoria. His hindbrain finally soothed by the primal pleasure of being filled and claimed by his mate. The burning edges of pain trickled away into a forgotten memory, the only remnants being that of his building orgasm.

“Aren’t you just perfect.” Kxolo mused. 

“Want more..n-need more.” 

“I know, love. My greedy little omega.” He chuckled but obliged to the request anyway, thrusts picking up into rapid movements. 

Pleasure swelled and crackled across his skin in a symphony of sensations, but there was still one thing that Neteyam needed. One last connection he desired before reaching his tipping point. Images of those dancing tendrils flashed across the front of his mind. Just the simple wrapping of that nerve cord around his fingers was electric. The boy could only imagine how intensely beautiful it would feel to have his own intertwined. 

To feel every crash and pull of emotion that waved between them.

To be connected to his alpha in a way no else had ever experienced.

The last bit of himself that had not been given and the final shred of Kxolo’s soul he longed to receive. 

Neteyam was pulled up and backwards by strong hands. Back arched against the Olo’eyktan’s chest, the new angle had him seeing stars. Kxolo snuck his arms underneath the boy’s thighs and used them to lift Neteyam’s entire body up and down on his cock. 

Neteyam’s wail almost drowned out Kxolo’s own satisfied grunt. 

Small hands reached backwards to search for purchase as his body was completely manhandled and used. They finally tangled into the Kxolo’s soft braided locks that were tied together.

“Look at you. Taking me so well, baby boy.” 

Neteyam knew he looked pathetically fucked out of his mind in that moment, whimpering as he was shoved onto his mate’s cock over and over but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was so close to finding the Olo’eyktan’s kuru and finally making that bond. He wanted Kxolo to feel the pleasure that was shooting down his spin in merciless waves. He wanted to feel from every perspective the shooting of Kxolo’s seed deep inside of him. 

In the jumble of motion Neteyam somehow managed to untie the band restraining the braids. Immediately he strained his arm back and messily grabbed the que. 

Sharp teeth closed around the shell of his ear like a vice. They clamped down long enough for Neteyam to almost lose his hold on the thick braid. He tried to wiggle away from the pain but that only earned him a harsh thrust to that bundle of nerves inside. 

“Let go.” Kxolo’s voice drawing out in a honey thick timber tempted the omega to obey. However, Neteyam fought the urge. Why would he let go when pure unbridled connection and ecstasy was around the corner? Surely his mate would not deny him of this, deny himself of this. 

“Come on, baby boy. Let it go.” He repeated. His hips rolled up, pushing his cock deeper in the omega’s hold, coaxing him to obey. 

“W-why?” Neteyam complained with a moan lacing his voice. “I n-need-”

“No you don’t, sweet boy. Just focus on me.” His body was lifted once more, accentuating the drag of the thick member along his stretching walls. “Focus on how good I feel inside your little hole.” 

Despite the uncontrolled moans and whimpers that escaped Neteyam every time Kxolo lifted him in a sensual progression up and down his cock, he still ached to feel closer. He had already latched onto the idea of their tsaheylus connecting and now nothing else would suffice in comparison to that fantasy. That awful yearning he had come to recognize was slowly starting to fester once more, this time fixated on the mental image of intertwining tendrils. 

“I’ve got you.” Kxolo reassured him, pacing starting to pick up again. 

Neteyam rapidly shook his head. 

“N-no! NO, it’s not enough. W-want you….mine. Closer…” The garbled string of words was all Neteyam could get out with the increasing fuzziness that overtook his mental clarity. He knew it was a poor excuse for an argument. 

Kxolo laced his throat with tender kisses. The caress of those soft lips coalesced with the pleasure coming from his sensitive bundle of nerves inside. Pleasure that was on the brink of shattering into a mind numbing release. 

“Ma Neteyam” Kxolo purred against his pulse. “You silly boy, haven’t you come to understand yet? I am yours.”

Neteyam subconsciously tightened his grip on the thick braid. Kxolo groaned softly but didn’t deter from his intentions. 

“Mind, body, and soul. I belong to you.” He ran the flat of his nose along Neteyam’s shoulder to the curve of his jaw. The omega accidentally let go of the braided hair when the roll of his mate’s hip drove him painstakingly close to the edge. His azure star freckled skin became warm to the touch. The ache slowly transitioned into fading background noise as his incoming orgasm took center stage. 

“This is yours.” His words were emphasized by the head of his cock teasing at his prostate. Tears began to gather at the creases of Neteyam’s eyes at the overwhelming sensation. Were he not already beyond the point of general awareness he would have recalled the progressive groans of pleasure that came to interrupt Kxolo’s reassuring words. 

“Everything I am, belongs to you.” 

The omega greatly anticipated the warmth of his mate’s seed as Kxolo’s thrust became sloppier. Fueled by a desperate hunger for relief. 

Neteyam tucked his face into the curve of the Olo’eyktan’s neck as he was pounded mercilessly. A soft whine tickled at his pulse.

“C-close. So close!”

“I know, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum untouched for me, aren’t you?” Still lifting the small boy up and down on him, Kxolo managed to nuzzle his own face against Neteyam’s tightly wound braids. A look of pride obvious in his features. 

“Yes daddy!” He whined into his neck. 

“Great Mother, Neteyam!” Kxolo ground out at those smooth velvety walls constricted around him to the point of almost painful bliss. “I love you so much.” 

And that was it.

Neteyam convulsed around his mate and sparks of uncontrollable pleasure consumed his body. Tail frantically swinging back and forth and mouth open in a screechy cry, Neteyam’s orgasm crashed through him. The first rope of cum that filled him was enough to immediately send him into a second release. Each powerful enough to leave his arms and legs visibly trembling. 

Completely spent and still riding the waves of post orgasm, Neteyam fell into the Olo’eyktan’s embrace. The only signs of being awake were that of the whine he let out when he was left empty once again. 

Kxolo carefully laid them down on top of the handmade nest. An exhausted but warm smile was in place as he positioned the omega to be safely enveloped in his arms. Neteyam was pliant and warm, his breathing finally starting to slow down. With the last bit of strength he had left, Neteyam hoisted himself up to lay directly atop his mate. 

Kxolo let out a loud laugh that had the boy’s ears twitching at the abrupt sound. Their bodies were melded together and legs intertwined sweetly. Finally the raging hormones subsided into a gentle hum. 

It felt as if he was taking his first breath of crisp clear air. His nerves still hummed with aftershock, but the deep thumb of Kxolo’s heart against his ear slowly began to soothe that too. 

“Sweet boy.” Kxolo mused as his omega nuzzled further against his chest. “How are you feeling?” 

“Warm.” 

The Olo’eyktan’s chest vibrated with fond laughter. 

“I think…I can sleep forever.” Neteyam mumbled against the soft skin. Kxolo’s right hand found its way to the omega’s limp tail. In a sluggish rhythm the slender tail curled itself around the alpha’s wrist before ceasing movement once more. 

“Trust me, in a few hours you’ll be ready for more.”

Neteyam groaned in protest weakly, but all he received was a comforting kiss to his temple. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’ll be here to help you.”

The moment of silence dragged on until Kxolo finally recognized the soft and slow breathing of his sleeping omega. Looking down at the beautiful creature sprawled on top of him, Kxolo leaned in to the familiar feeling of his heart strings being tugged. 

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[demons-art-hell]

This took my wayyy longer than it should've Anyway

Why dis 🏃 look so mad

[neishroom]

one thing about Birdie...she's gonna be outside

[vigilante24ish]

🐺Primal 🐺

Summary:

In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.

Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.

She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.

Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 1: Recruiting Will Next - Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists

Chapter 2: A New Clue

It had been nightfall by the time the two agents and Will had managed to get into Elise Nichols's house in Minnesota. Her parents had been sickened by the news, already aware of the other missing girls. Their worry was visible as they tried to keep their composure in front of the trio.

The one most rationalizing so far had been Mr Nichols while his wife, was the quietest one; tortured by thoughts of her missing daughter.

"She could have gone off by herself. She was a very interior young woman. She didn't like living in a dorm. I could see how the pressure of school might have gotten to her. She likes trains. Maybe she just got on a train and... "Mr Nichols said and continued to trail off, his words trying to comfort him.

The trio sat opposite them, listening. Jack's expression was the most natural and distant, while Rana gave the most head nods and tried to comfort the two parents.

It was kind of their thing, after all, whenever the duo worked together in cases. Will, on the other hand, tried his best to avoid any eye contact with Nichols.

Mrs Nichols finally spoke after being quiet for so long. "She looks like the other girls."

Jack gave a small nod. "She fits the profile"

Mr Nichols came next. "Could Elise still be alive?"

This made the two agents exchange a glance. It was a common, very understandable question that almost everyone asked.

However, the tricky part was the answer one would give. You have to be very careful and not give immediate false hopes, especially with the lack of evidence.

Yet, at the same time, you should not show any pessimistic approach, for it can affect how cooperative they will be with you.

"We simply have no way of knowing," Rana answered, her tone stable but with something of a comforting tone.

The couple gave a nod, eased slightly but not truly relieved. It was a pretty vague answer and they would have preferred a more specific one. To know whether they should mourn from now or keep on hoping.

The silence that had started between them, was interrupted by Will, who chose to offer an odd question. "How's the cat?"

Mrs Nichols looked at him puzzled. "What?"

"How's your cat? Elise was supposed to feed it. Was the cat weird when you came home? It didn't eat all weekend. Must have been hungry." He continued.

The Nichols are unsure of what to answer or where Will is leading the subject. "I didn't notice."

It was then that Will's next words made the two agents realize what had taken place: "He took her from here. She got on a train. She came home. She fed the cat. And he took her."

Rana felt like facepalming at how clueless she had been.

Of course, the girl's scent was still lingering in the house, but she suspected it was from the last time she had been in since it had not been that long since she had been there.

She had spent too much time with humans and needed to brush off her senses once again, for they had started to let her down.

While she was mentally at odds with her other nature, Jack stood up and picked up his phone. "The Nichols house is a crime scene. I need ERT immediately. Zeller, Katz, Jimmy Price, a photographer."

The Nichols were trying to wrap their minds around the quick flurry of action and what it meant to their little girl.

"Why is it now a crime scene?" Mr Nichols asked.

Rana stood up as well. "It looks like the kidnapping happened here. We must look around for clues that can point us to your daughter and also the kidnapper," she explained simply as Will joined her.

"Can I see your daughter's room?" he asked.

"Police were up there this morning," Mr Nichols said as he stood up but gave a nod and headed for the stairs.

Rana followed Will, who pulled on gloves as they approached the room. To their surprise, the Cat was outside the door, pawing it, being eager to go inside.

Just as Mr Nichols was about to reach the doorknob, Will stopped him. "I'll get that. Mr Nichols, would you put your hands in your pockets and avoid touching anything, please?"

Mr Nichols did not seem to understand or truly like the idea. Rana interfered, offering a friendly smile. It seemed kind of odd when someone put it with her trained physique and the FBI agent badge around her neck.

"Please, Mr Nichols. You can hold the cat if it's easier."

There was that tone again, although this time, there seemed to be a small order hidden behind it. To Will's surprise, the man did as he was instructed, and he gave Rana a thanking nod. He then wrapped his gloved hand around the knob and opened the door.

The light from the hallway streaked across the floor and up the wall as Will and Rana entered. The latter was right behind him, her hands ready to grab the gun by her waist. They both came to a halt by the door and seem to sniff the air slightly.

"Will?" Rana called his name quietly, taking the scent in the room once again. S

He wasn't sure why she called out to him, considering she was unaware of how much he knew about their kind and her. However, at that moment, her instinct told her to conform with another one like her and she did.

"Yeah..." he replied.

To some, it might sound weird, to him even, but at that moment, something had changed. Her being close to him offered a strong sense of security and safety, all while putting his senses on high alert.

This proved useful for the scent of blood made his pulse increase slightly.

He did not think at that moment what he truly said, for someone to smell such a faint scent of blood would be very rare.

Yet, because her question used his name, he felt she did, too. When she didn't comment on anything else, his suspicions stood correct, and he decided to flick on the light switch, illuminating the room.

What came next, came as a shock to everyone...

Elise Nichols was lying coffin-style on her bed, dressed in pyjamas as if she had just gone to sleep. The grey pallor of her skin, the clean puncture wounds visible under her pyjamas, and her un-breathing bosom were immediately evident to Will.

Sadly, Mr Nichols failed to notice. Blinded by hope, he stepped forward. "Elise?"

Rana grabbed his arm firmly, stopping him from going inside any further. "I need you to leave the room, Mr Nichols. Please come with me."

The man took a moment before he understood and dropped the cat in shock. He tried to take a step forward, but the woman had a good grip on him, preventing him from doing anything other than pushing and eventually leading him out of the room.

After the body was found, the team was quick to gather. Rana was busy wiring Will, an idea for Jack. Will tended to mumble while 'envisioning' the ways of the killer and Jack thought it would be a good idea to record everything; hopeful they might find something.

However, when it was time to be wired; Will was the most sceptical and he was tensed with any agent approaching him. As he had said before, he was not the most social and he had a thing about his personal space, despite Jack constantly ignoring it.

To Jack's surprise, Will did not truly argue back when Rana offered. He was still slightly tense, but he seemed to allow her more than he allowed others.

That, of course, puzzled Jack, but he brushed it off, suspecting that it had to do with the fact that Rana was a woman with charisma.

In the end, once she was done, she offered Will a smile. " You're all wired. You talk it out to us when you feel like it; don't say anything when you don't feel like it. Take as long as you want. We will come in when you tell us."

Will nodded at her words as she took a few steps back. She then followed Jack, who motioned for everyone to follow him outside the room and offer Will his much-needed space.

However, it was not long before Rana realized that someone had not listened to Jack's orders.

Rana was busy listening to Will, along with Jack and some other agents. But she felt there was something odd going on. That was until she scanned the room and realized that someone was missing.

"Katz", she muttered, her head wiped in the direction of Elise's room.

Jack noticed her reaction and heard her words. Their annoyance seemed to be of the same level, and she was the first to head upstairs. Her body was tense and there was a moment when her thoughts clouded, with only one thing in mind...Will.

Her boss and teacher followed right behind her. He was not sure why she reacted that way, but something had been off ever since he brought Will into the case.

However, at that moment, he did not care. He knew how the said woman was, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to do anything with Will.

As they climbed up, Rana picked up pieces of conversation despite the distance she had yet to cover to reach the room of the girl. Something that Jack would never be able to hear but she was not him, was she?

"Never been an F.B.I. Agent?"

"Strict screening procedures"

"Detects instability. You unstable?"

Before Will could respond to the very direct question of Beverly Katz, the lead forensics of the team, Rana marched into the room. The door was practically forced open, banging on the wall from the strength used to push it.

"Agent Stones," Katz said, trying to sound as ignorant as possible and ignoring what had happened just now.

The team knew about Rana's temper when it was triggered. There was also something unsettling about the muscled woman, who had aced all the tests while still in the Academy.

It did not help to be Jack's favourite or have quite a score at tackling, chasing, and capturing bad guys.

Rana respected the woman merely for being a woman in a field dominated by men. She had also proven to be very skilled, and her help had played an important role in many of their cases.

Yet, that did not seem to matter that much to her at that moment. For she had deliberately ignored orders but, most specifically, was being too noisy about Will and his uniqueness.

Jack arrived soon after, equally displeased and annoyed as Rana and Will. "You're not supposed to be in here." He told her with a warning tone, clear that she was testing his patience.

The woman, used to it by now, decided to focus on the matter. "Found antler velvet in two of the wounds. Like she was gored. Was looking for velvet in the other wounds, but I was interrupted," she explained, trying to show her side of this situation.

Before more could take place, another key member of the forensics team appeared in the room. His name was Brian Zeller, and along with Beverly Katz, they have often found important evidence in the years they had been assigned together to work for the FBI.

"Deer and elk pin their prey, put all their weight on the antlers and try to suffocate them. That's how they would kill a fox or a coyote," he explained subtly, making Rana glance at the dead girl again.

She was aware of that information about the said family of animals, but it still did not seem to fit very well into the conversation.

"Elise Nichols was strangled and suffocated. Ribs were broken." Jack informed him, based on what Will had figured out.

"It's not the rutting season. Male deer aren't competing for female deer this time of year"

It was Rana's turn to interfere. "No, they don't. But anyone could have killed a deer in the past and have the antlers for display, or even bought them"

Jack looked her way. "Bought them?"

"Yes," the woman nodded with her head, hands once again behind her back. "I mean, antler velvet is rich in nutrients. It promotes healing, and it is often used in many cultures and home remedies."

This made Will, who had retreated from the four of them and their conversation, become part of it. "He may have put it there on purpose," he added, once he had figured out another piece of the puzzle, thanks to Rana's addition.

"You think he wanted to heal her?" Jack asked him, now even more confused about their killer.

"He was trying to undo as much as he could, given he already killed her."

Rana was the quickest to connect the dots. "That's why he put her back where he found her. Most likely, he kidnapped her from this very room if the theory stands."

Will gave her a nod. "Whatever he did to the others, he couldn't do it to her."

This made Jack quiet for a moment, glancing at the dead girl in question. "Is this his Golden Ticket?"

"No. " Will corrected him, suddenly feeling a headache coming. "This is an apology." The last word was caught in his throat and hung in the air. He ran his hand over his forehead and took a deep breath. "Does anyone have any Aspirin?"

After the exhausting day and night of travelling with a Jet and trying to find a serial killer that kidnapped teenage girls, Will had the chance to finally return to his humble home.

On his way back, he found a dog roaming in the middle of the road. After some persuasion with corn dogs, the dog came home with him.

William Graham was a lonely man who had a habit of gathering stray dogs. Already, he had his small pack in his house.

All of the dogs trained by him were friendly and loyal. He had given them a safe place, a home, and a place of food. There was always something about dogs that drew his interest and his compassion.

He always felt as if he could relate to them, feel, and understand them to a degree he did not with humans. He did not have to try and avoid eye contact with them, and he was never too shy in talking to them when he felt like it.

Finding them lonely, roaming the streets, always triggered something within him.

Something urged him to take them home. To his surprise, the first few times, they followed him happily, and he did not have to try hard to teach them, let alone keep them in a line.

He had not expected this at the beginning, but as time passed, some things made more sense about why that was possible for him.

At last, the new dog was clean and freshly cut. For his first night with the pack, Will had placed him in a comfy kennel until he got accustomed to everything, and the pack got accustomed to him.

Speaking of the pack, the time had arrived for Will to introduce their latest member.

"Winston. This is everybody. Everybody. This is Winston," Will said to his 8 dogs that were watching the newcomer.

While the rest of the pack watched him, it was the supposed Alpha dog that took a step forward. He started to growl at Winston but in seconds, Will had interfered.

With a 'Tch' sound, the dog was forced to look at him, only to be met with a sharp look of glowing yellow eyes.

Immediately, the dog took a step back and laid down obediently. "That's right," Will added as the gold in his iris faded away to his normal eye colour.

He then looked at Winston once last time, offering a small smile. If only that little dog could give him the information he was looking for.

[godscreativebawls]

the king • CALIBAN CROWNE

the king :   control,  reversal of fortune.

They called him the king. Perhaps he was that. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was born with a heavy gold crown carving into the soft spot on the top of his head- that would explain his ‘lack of empathy’ as his dear sister told him. Perhaps that would explain the gold flake on his shoulder that made him walk into the room and own it- or crave to do so.

Perhaps. But he was the king, the king of this city- New Yorkya. The ghost of the Old World’s New York City. It was the apple’s core, bones and pieces of what those primitive 21st century creatures experienced. Their buildings had touched the floor, their streets stable with few cracks, their bridges over water. Their people weak.

Not anymore.

Caliban Crowne had grown up with a golden spoon encrusted in rubies shoved down his throat. His mother had been a wonderfully kind woman- too kind for her own good surely- but she was a strong matriarch to their pack. His father…was strong. Was harsh. Was…guiding. There were few good words for their father, other than the fact that he did love his children and paved the way for them. But that was it. He was barely present, if he was present- it was commanding, to guide them in the courts of their stilted city; to teach them the Sovereign Houses were not ones of sweet love like their mother gave them. They were bloody, sharp-toothed, biting, gnawing; marring. 

Caliban’s wife’s face proved that factor. And the motherfucker who gave her those scars was in his family’s stomachs, his wedding band on Caliban’s trophy shelf.

Their father, Adonis Crowne, had carved his way into New Yorkya; after the Crowne’s had been in exile for thirty-three fucking years. The Sixth Star had been scrubbed from the Sovereign Houses and left plopped on the floor like fucking gum on the flats of the city’s shoes. And Adonis fixed that. Righted that. Bit into that until it bled and writhed and screamed and gave way to the Crownes joining the five, correcting it back to the six.

Augustus, Caliban’s eldest brother and failure of an heir, had almost fucked that up over love. Nearly getting their sister Larkson killed, nearly getting his own litter of pups killed. Then he high-tailed back to Harmony, where their mother had grown up- like a fucking pussy. 

Everyone expected the next eldest, Cassian, to take hold- but he too ran away to Harmony. Then Thatcher, a mere delta, wasn’t allowed to gain heirship- not that the soft-bellied chump wanted it in the first place. That left Van. And he nearly fucked it over too- sleeping around, laying bastards around the city, neglecting the duties of a Sovereign patriarch.

And though the next in line technically Romulus, the next in the birth order of Crowne children and an alpha- father wasn’t stupid this time. He passed over Romulus.

And gave it to Caliban.

The king.

And boy did Caliban wear that fucking crowne well. 

op inspor was @ohisms and their 'citadel oracle deck' post, i felt it fit my sovereign houses very well in my original omegaverse world so :3 thanks for the inspo @ohisms!

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Omega Knight

Male Alpha Dragon-Hybrid x Male Omega Reader CW: Noncon, stalking, reader fucked into the mud, reader fucked so hard he pisses himself, overstimulation, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles/heat, two-dicked dragon-man, double penetration, knotting, biting, claiming bites, combat, medieval dystopia with shitty gender roles, praise kink Word Count: 4.9k (This is a comm for somone wishing to remain anonymous. I hope everyone enjoys it. I made it much longer than it was supposed to be.)

In a time defined by the prominence of magic, the might of kings, the power of knights, and discriminatory sex and gender views, it was extremely difficult to be an omega. They were commonly looked upon as sex objects, incubators, and the property of whoever they ended up forced to marry. Male omegas, given their rarity, were treated as particularly fragile trophies.

You were one such male omega. Not wanting their only son to be looked down upon as someone’s property or prize, your parents raised you as an alpha. They were not the highest house of nobles, but they were still very wealthy. They used their connections and power to get you the very best magically enhanced suppressants and fake alpha scent.

With a combination of careful planning, staying as far from others as you could, and suppressants you manage to become one of the knights of the realm. Despite your smaller stature, everyone thought you were an alpha given your fake scent, dedication, and skill. It took a lot of effort to push your omega body so hard, but you persevered, not willing to besmirch the honor of your house through failure. Your father helped train you, and you paid for your station with sweat and bruises.

Once you became a knight you were one of the very few who worked alone. Knights were responsible for defending the country from the more dangerous bandits and the ever present threat of highly dangerous monstrosities. As such they typically worked in groups and went on missions that could take days to weeks. But you couldn’t risk getting caught applying suppressants and fake scent while out on the road. This required you to be better trained and more skilled than anyone else could hope to be.

The result was that you were quick and lethal on every single mission, quickly racking up kills. You started out by being sent to take down bandits, as every new knight is. But that isn’t what you stayed doing for very long.

You quickly graduated to the occasional ghoul or wandering undead, though these were little more than slow moving beasts. Honestly, rarely as dangerous as a bandit.

From there you went on to put tougher foes in the ground. Chimeras, gargoyles, and the like. They were still feral but they were much more cunning and moved without the stiffness that plagued the undead.

Finally you were regularly slaying werewolves and vampires. Considered to be the deadliest of foes. The king himself had assigned you some of your tasks and awarded you medals for your courage and skill. You became renowned across the land, your name muttered far and wide for your impressive service. Though, as always, you never lingered after receiving praise or rewards. To be discovered at this point would mean enduring certain… consequences…

One day you were summoned to meet the king privately. As you passed the guards and presented your summons you weren’t nervous at all, you assumed that there was a threat to the kingdom that only you could be trusted to resolve. Probably one that was a bit too discreet to share via messenger. Something that could cause embarrassment or panic.

Your assumption was dead wrong.

When you reached the king on his throne you saw he was accompanied by one of the princes, the one who was around your age and also an omega. Prince Orleias stared at you eagerly. It was rather unnerving, though not something that was entirely foreign to you. There were many omegas that looked at you like that.

“Ah, there you are, prompt as always.”

You gave a smile and curt nod at his praise.

“Of course your grace, I would never keep you waiting.”

“I have something very important to discuss with you. You are a well decorated knight of this land and have saved hundreds of lives, if not more. You are also high born and the heir to your house name.”

He paused and looked at you and then back to his son for a moment.

“I am giving you my son’s hand in marriage. He wholeheartedly agrees.”

At this Prince Orleias crept towards you and clung to your arm, looking at you with unfettered admiration. Uh-oh.

You didn’t know what to do, if you declined it would surely enrage the king and possibly bring his ire down upon your entire family. He was not known to be an angry man, but he took note of traditions and honor as most in this society did. He wouldn’t behead you, but it would be highly offensive.

On the other hand, if you accepted, then your secret would be found out. And that deception would be received very poorly indeed.

Luckily, as if the very gods were interjecting on your behalf, a messenger came scurrying into the room to interrupt.

“Sire! Sire!”

“What’s the meaning of this intrusion!? I am discussing a very important personal matter with our top warrior here!”

“Yes sire! I beg your apologies! But we have reports of a dragon terrorizing the small town of Umbrafell!”

Your head was immediately filled with images of villages fleeing in terror as a flying beast rained down fire and fury down from above. You had to help, no one else had as good of a chance to defeat such a creature! This was also your opening to remove yourself from accepting the proposal… or at the very least buy yourself some time to think of a more permanent solution… You extricated yourself out of the clingy grip of the amorous prince.

“My king! I will go at once! It is one of the mightiest beasts in all of the world and I have the best chance to defeat it!”

You quickly dashed from the room and out of the castle and made your way home to don your armor and set out on your newly acquired quest before the king could object, not that he would have. You were obviously the best choice for the job.

Once you had your weapon, armor, and pack of supplies you set out at once on one of the knight’s horses. As grateful as you were from the reprieve that the situation had afforded you, it was still a very serious situation with the lives of many potentially in danger. You had never even fought a dragon before and it was not a fight to be taken lightly. You couldn’t even recall if any living knight had ever encountered one.

The best plan was to talk to the locals once you got to the town and ask them what exactly they had seen of the beat, find out its size, age, speed, and elemental attributes. It was probably a fire dragon, that was the most common from the old tales and songs.

The town of Umbrafell was on the southern outskirts of the kingdom. It would be a journey of a few days to get there.

You continued on at a steady pace that wasn’t too demanding of the horse but still gave you good progress on your journey. You had to stop and camp a couple nights, and stop when necessary to eat and allow your mount to rest and get hydrated, but the weather was pleasant and you made remarkable time. You arrived in Umbrafell late in the morning on the third day of your quest.

The questioning of several of the locals had you believing that the dragon was a giant beast that descended upon the villagers and their livestock, devastating entire flocks and burning to cinders entire fields. Definitely an adult dragon of fire.

The question was how would you fell such a creature? Charging in blindly was not an option. You decided drugging would be the best option. But you didn’t even know if dragons were susceptible to such things. And even if they were it probably would be far too clever to take any form of drugged bait. No, the course of action most likely to end without your smoldering corpse was to find the lair, stake it out, and wait for it to sleep before attacking.

The locals pointed you in the direction the dragon came from. A thick forested area with many hills and slopes. Not the best area to take a horse. You left your mount at the local livery stable, you paid well and knew the knightly steed would be well looked after.

You trekked through the forest for several hours, there was no telling exactly where the dragon had set up its den and you only had a general direction to search in. Whatever lodgings the dragon had found or made for itself had to be massive so you were sure that you’d know it when you came across it.

As you continued your search you cursed your omega biology. Something you did frequently. You felt a familiar tingle in your belly that was unmistakable. Your body was getting ready to enter heat. Even with magic suppressants there was just no way to completely avoid a heat. Or to hide one if someone got too close to you during one. The best modern magical marvels could do was shorten one and make it less intense.

Another reason you’d have to avoid marrying the prince. But that was something you could worry about at a later time, it would do you no good to have your mind head elsewhere while trying to locate and kill a dragon.

Little did you know that the dragon had already located you, long before you had entered its territory. The only warning you had was the swoosh of wings as he descended upon you. Your reaction was fast though and you managed to block the strike of his sharp claws with your blade. What the hell? He wasn’t a giant dragon… he was a half-breed… A race of dragon-human hybrids originally created with a magical blood pact between ancient dragons and wizards. The locals let their fear overtake them and greatly exaggerated the threat.

That didn’t mean you could take him lightly, dragon hybrids were known to be powerful and swift. Well they were rumored to be, at least. They were even less common than dragons.

A more ferocious foe you had never encountered, clawing and slashing at you with grace and brutality. The scales on his hands and arms allowed him to strike your blade with no weapon other than his relatively short claws. They were black and shimmered with each movement. They covered his well muscled arms, legs, and framed his face. To get a good strike on him you’d have to hit his face or chest.

Easier said than done. He was nearly 7ft. tall and exceptionally strong. He wasn’t making this simple for you. What was worse than that though were his mounting pheromones. As the battle went on he sweated more and more, and with no clothing other than a barbarian style fur loincloth it was easy to smell him. The musk of a normal human alpha was something you had long since learned to ignore as if it was damn near nothing, but this wasn’t like that at all. It was making you a little dizzy.

“You should just give up omega.”

His sensitive nose could pierce through your false scent. You shook your head and redoubled your focus and determination. You stared right into his fiery red eyes as you deflected a harrowing blow before tackling him with your metal clad body, opening him up to an additional attack. You slashed into his torso, causing him to recoil in pain. You pressed the advantage and stabbed him in the abdomen.

The dragon almost sliced you to ribbons before you could withdraw your weapon from him. Were he a regular man he would likely be on the ground bleeding out by now, but he was no regular man and roared as he began attacking you wildly.

Every strike was either dodged, deflected, or uselessly glanced off your armor. You got a few more solid strikes in, one on his bicep above where the scales started and another across the chest. He was breathing harder.

But for some reason so were you.

“Y-you should just give up alpha,” you sneered mocking what he had said to you earlier. Though it sounded a lot less intimidating than you had intended.

You started shaking and had to kneel down, leaning on your sword in the dirt. Pain in your stomach, a biological demand, slick rolling down your thighs beneath your armor. You were burning up. His pheromones hung thickly in the air, they had brought forth your heat much faster and harder than you had ever experienced before, completely negating any effect of the suppressants in your body.

All your experience and combat skill and taken down by a dragon’s musk and your own omega biology? It was a disgrace.

Now given the proper time to recover he used healing magic on his wounds. Combined with his already naturally enhanced healing abilities this resulted in him having only faint scars where he was previously injured. “Aww, all helpless because of your little heat darling~”

He sauntered over to you and looked down with a smug expression.

“Sorry for getting the drop on you, but you would have gotten it on me had you found me first. Anyway… now that you are a bit less feisty I think we can do a proper introduction now can’t we?”

Your heat was so strong now that you could barely focus on breathing evenly as you tried to stumble away. There was no way you could find the words to respond.

“I am Ivos, your mate. Don’t worry, I already know your name and everything about you.”

He pushed you down to your knees and kicked away your sword. At this distance his pheromones demanded your attention. He removed your helmet and started prying your armor apart plate by plate, totally scrapping the armor that had been so important to you. Soon you were in nothing but your regular clothes and then not even those as he sliced them up with his claws.

Now you were completely naked before him. The smell of his arousal was palpable. You glanced up towards him and noticed two large bulges poking out in his loincloth. He put his hand on your cheek and rubbed it with a scaled thumb. All it took was that touch for the last of your resolve to melt.

“I have been waiting for this for so long, have been following you for over a year now. Came across you taking down a horde of undead. Then watched you fight battle after battle. Scared the town because I knew it would draw you out. So strong. The only mate worthy of me. But an omega still shouldn’t be forced to live like an alpha.”

All you could do was whimper in need.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait any longer. Couldn’t hold out if I tried.”

Ivos pulled off his loincloth and revealed two large slimy cocks, proud and erect, protruding from his genital slit. He sat down right on the ground then pulled you into his lap, he grinded his dicks against your hole then stretched it with a couple fingers before lifting you up and slamming you down. Both of his cocks firmly impaled your weeping hole. You gasped in pleasure. You had never put anything inside of you to relieve your heats, you thought giving into your omega nature would be like giving in to something you shouldn’t.

He grinded slowly into you, back and forth, making you drool as you leaned against him weakly. He teased your neck with his long tongue, swirling and lapping at your sensitive gland there. Your toes flexed and writhed as he did so. This felt so good. So so good. This is where you wanted to be for the rest of eternity, on his lap skewered on both of his cocks while inhaling his smell.

The dragon wanted to take your bliss to a higher level though, he increased the speed of his thrusts into you while carefully stroking your cock with the hand he wasn’t using to caress your back. He kept at it for a while, gradually increasing the pace as he went. You came hard, panting and shaking as your seed coated his abdomen.

Over the course of the next two hours you were entirely at the mercy of his sexual desire, too overstimulated to do anything other than twitch in pleasure and drool as he broke your brain with orgasm after orgasm. You gasped as he came inside you, stretching your virgin hole to its absolute limit with not one but two girthy knots. He did what came to him instinctively, biting your neck and claiming you as his with a mark. The stimulation was so extreme you not only emptied your balls once more but also your bladder, piss getting all over the both of you.

Ivos didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact he seemed pretty pleased with having fucked you so completely that you lost control of your entire body. He licked the bite mark he had branded you with free of blood before picking you up and flying to his lair, knots still firmly inside you. He took your sword with him, figuring the blade you had come so far with may be of sentimental value to you, but he left the destroyed armor and his loincloth.

Ivos held you as tightly as he could, the cold air returning you to your senses and making you very uncomfortable. When his cocks slipped out of you and retracted back into him gobs of cum dripped out onto the forest below. He smirked at how strongly you clung to him. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but you were terrified at being up so high. You certainly wouldn’t struggle when it could mean your death if you fell.

Your new lover had made his residence in a relatively small tower abandoned beyond the hills. By the time you got there you were so sore and tired from holding on so tight, and the brutal fucking you had endured earlier, that you were in no condition to rebel. You were so obedient when he cleaned you up and fed you. It made his heart flutter, his strong mate being so good for him.

“Such a good boy~”

A grunt of defiance was all you could muster in the way of a rebellious response.

Ivos would quickly learn that you would not be staying so well behaved. You fought him at every opportunity. And he fucked you back into compliance every time he needed to. It took a long while but at least you stopped struggling at the sex. It actually felt quite amazing. And afterwards you were always so good for him.

Even so, while he admired your rebellious spirit, he wanted you to like him all the time. Not just when you were drowning in his pheromones and bouncing on his knots. He caught you the best food, took care of all your needs, brought you trinkets and gifts that would have otherwise gone to his hoard. Sometimes it seemed like you resented these gestures, you were trying so hard to not be a typical omega, and he supposed you really weren’t to some extent.

He had an idea of what to do to get you to enjoy his company more, though he could tell you were planning an escape soon. Your scent was one of someone on edge. Someone deceptive. Luckily you had no idea he could smell such a thing.

The hybrid wanted to start taking you out to hunt with him, maybe even fight some monsters. He had come to the conclusion that maybe you weren’t entirely forced to act like an alpha, maybe you enjoyed some aspects of it and he needed to ease back a bit on catering to you as if you were a princess.

But he had to get you to give up hope of escape before he could trust you going on long outings, not to mention letting you wield lethal weaponry… he didn’t even let you have access to your sword...

Ivos was spot on about you trying to get away. You had spent a couple weeks with him and were constantly thinking about potential plans for getting away. You were also studying his behaviors. Testing how deep a sleeper he was, for example. You weren’t just going to bolt at the first chance. It had to be calculated.

To make your move, you needed a rainy day. The sound of the rain would help hide the sounds of your escape. Of course, you realized that even if your armor hadn't been reduced to scrap, you still would have had to abandon it whenever you made your bid for freedom. The pang of water on metal would give you away along with the weight adding to your footprints and slowing you down. You mourned its loss, not for the first time.

You also needed rain to help mask your scent from that damned sensitive dragon nose of his.

It was grueling. Having to wait for the perfect weather when you had no idea when it would finally rain. Having to act good and behave. Keep your head down and bear the sexual and romantic harassment that were damn near unrelenting. And those damnable pheromones of his. But finally, you had what you so desperately wanted.

A glorious downpour. You couldn't ask for a better chance at escape. Dark clouds late at night. Loud booming crashes of thunder. Pounding rain that would soak you in seconds. You just prayed that it would be enough to wash away your pheromones without your suppressants.

As stealthily as you could, you made your way down the tower and slunk out into the concealment of the storm. The only thing you brought with you were the clothes on your back and your sword for protection from whatever may dwell in the night. Unknown to you, Ivos had let it “fall” from the high place where he had mounted it. Didn’t want you to get hurt by something during your escape attempt.

Once you had traversed the nearby hills and then the forest, you'd be near the village he had terrorized to bait you and could get your horse there.

But one thing at a time, you still had to clear the sloping terrain and trees before you could worry about that. You went as fast as you could go without slipping in the mud or splashing through puddles, but it was going to be a long journey.

Ivos had been asleep when you crept out, or so you thought, but you couldn't be sure how long he would remain that way.

As you continued on through the rain filled night, you began to feel gradually more confident and hopeful about your freedom. You were going to make it. You had been worried if you had been able to maintain the correct course given the darkness and disorienting thunder, but after hours of hiking there it was, the edge of the forest. And when lightning flashed, you could see the town in the distance.

You were so close! You increased your pace, spurred on by the promise of successful liberation. Then, beneath the constant patter of rain, you could have sworn you heard the swoosh of wings. Probably the wind rushing through the tre-

The next thing you knew, you were on your stomach, pushed into the mud. Your sword kicked away uselessly. Your hope was shattered. You struggled, but you might as well have been a mewling kitten.

"If you wanted to play cat and mouse, darling, all you had to do was ask."

You clambered to get away, clawing at the wet ground, as he pulled you back towards him and slashed away all your clothes before sighing laboriously.

"You had been behaving so well too... I guess I'm going to have to give you a little attitude adjustment..."

Both of his large cocks protruded at full length from his genital slit. The rain had quickly faded to a light sprinkle, and the smell of his musk had quickly grown overwhelming. The smell of his desire rolled off of him and quickly had you once more slicked up against your will.

"There's a good boy~"

Your hole twitched around his fingers as he teased you by slipping them inside. You struggled to contain a whimper as you grinded your ass against his fingers.

"Beg for it."

You tried to resist, but his scent and touch had completely taken over your brain. You didn't even have a heat to blame it on this time, and he wasn't in rough. Just his aroused musk could reduce you to a throbbing ball of need.

"Pl-please just... do it already..."

You were glad the darkness of night and the grime that clung to you covered the shame on your face.

"Good enough."

He smoothly slipped both slimy cocks right on into you.

"Damn, that's gooood."

Once more, his twin pricks pounded into you at an increasing pace, filling you far better than any one-cocked human alpha could ever hope to.

Ivos smirked at your wanton moans. They were like candy for his ears. Proof that if you ever got too far out of line he could just fuck you back into obedience. With your armor and blade, you may have been a skilled combatant, but what did it matter when he could make you so helpless?

He kept right on railing you into the mud. His cocks filled you to the brim with cum as he renewed his claiming bite on your neck. You shuddered and came as he knotted you up, the girth of both knots firmly adhering the two of you together.

But he was far from done with your little "lesson." He didn't stop until both of you had come several times, and you lay beneath him trembling and barely conscious.

When his knots went down and his cocks slipped out cum splooged out all over your ass, thighs, and legs. You were covered in mud. Calling you a mess was a serious understatement. Though you were in no state of mind to care.

"Aaaah, that was great~"

The dragon picked you up bridal style and flew the two of you back home. He ran you a bath and cleaned you of all the mud, sweat, and cum.

The next thing you knew, you were in bed with his arms wrapped firmly around you. As the events from last night came back to you, you silently cursed yourself for having been taken so easily.

It became a new pattern in your defiance of him. One carefully curated by Ivos. You'd run off and, just as you were about to escape the forest, he'd swoop right in and fuck you damn near senseless. Then he'd take you back, and you'd wake up clean and in his arms.

You tried in various weather conditions, times of day, you tried fighting, you tried plugging your nose to shield against his scent, but no matter what you did it played out exactly the same.

The final time you had ever tried to escape went much like all the others, up until you neared the tree line. You paused, eyeing the divide between the forest and grassland that would lead you down into Umberfell.

Though you could not see him, Ivos was watching you intently, ready to pounce upon you at the last possible moment. A growing sense of unease gripped you. You even started shaking. No no. You couldn't go forward... Ivos would have you on the ground and fuck you into the dirt... It was all pointless.

You turned and ran back to the dragon's tower.

Ivos smiled brightly from his hidden position in the trees. Your training was complete, you knew what would happen if you tried to do something silly like running off. Now he could, at long last, execute his idea.

It did take much longer than Ivos would have liked, but the alpha was patient and ultimately he had gotten the results he wanted. Taking you out to hunt, letting you prepare and cook your own meat half the time, taking you out for some good old fashion monster slaying, not doting on you too much outside of your heats while at the same time tending to your biological needs by supplying you with all the dick and musk you could want, had gradually made you happily in love with him.

It was much better than your old life, you came to realize that. Being allowed to do things that alphas typically did and no longer having to repress your scent and omega instincts was liberating.

What’s more, you no longer had such weighty responsibilities. The burden of the kingdom’s safety, a kingdom that would have shunned you had they known your secret, was an immense weight to shoulder. And if you had made it back what would have happened anyway? Be a hermit forced to live alone as an alpha for the rest of your life? Thrown into a life of dishonor for refusing the king’s request that you marry his son? No matter what, you would have been miserable.

Ivos had actually freed you, and you loved him deeply.

[titania-sleeps]

Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader (He Rides You)

hii reposting this since i wrote this for an ask that i incorrectly answered 😭 if you want a full fic of this instead of my lazy bullet points, pls do tell me

more works including Adonis: Adonis Introduction, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, sub omega yandere, GN reader has dick (cause you're an alpha), minors DNI pls

needy Adonis

• so in this first scenario, Adonis is super pent up and he needs you so bad

• maybe you're busy or not so much in the mood, but you feel bad for him so you let him ride you

• he doesn't think at all, he just goes for it. he straddles you in a moment, and you're nearly surprised by how needy he is

• he parts his ass with his fingers, his hole already dripping wet. the strong rosy scent emanating from him gets you hard pretty quick

• Adonis sinks down on your cock, not wanting to wait for another second. he loves the feeling of you filling him up, it makes him feel whole

• you kinda just lay down and chuckle because he looks really cute. his whole body is flushed and he has this hazy look in his eyes

• you don't say anything to him but you place a hand on his thigh, almost encouraging him.

• meanwhile, he's moaning and crying as he bounces on your cock. your hand on his thigh is his anchor because if it wasn't there he's sure that his entire being would kinda just... fly off because of how good it feels

• he's begging you to fuck him back but you just look at him with a devious grin

• so he's slamming his hips on you desperately, trying to get as much as he can out of you. maybe if you cum he'll cum too?

• an hour passes and he's still fucking himself on your dick. his brain is mush, his speech is slurred, and his eyes are half-lidded in pleasure.

• "Keep it up, good boy..." you drawl, knowing your tone gets him going.

• that's all he needs to hear to continue going for hours upon hours.

sub af Adonis

• in this scenario, you propose the idea first. usually Adonis is on the bottom, but you tell him that you want him to be on top of you. at first, he's really confused

• he doesn't argue though, because if you want to do it then so does he!

• you lay on the bed and he climbs on top of you, sitting softly on top of your dick.

• you shake your head and tell him to hover over your cock instead. he does so, and he's still so confused.

• you line up your dick to his wet hole.

• without warning, you grab him by the hips and slam him down onto your dick.

• he gasps, eyes rolling up at the sudden feeling of being filled. he takes a moment to adjust, his insides convulsing around your cock.

• after he takes his moment, he looks down and wants to ask you why you did that without telling him. he tilts his head, chest heaving a little.

• you love the little look of confusion he has. you lift him up and fuck up into him.

• he's squirming on top of you, body leaning back from the pleasure. is this what being a fuck doll feels like? if it is, he doesn't mind being your fuck toy for the rest of his life.

• you're thrusting roughly, holding him in place so he can't move. he's whimpering and begging you to go harder, to fuck him quicker.

• you think it's funny to tease him, so you slow down and purpose.

• immediately, he starts whining and crying, begging you not to stop. you can't be this cruel; first you give him heaven and now you put him in hell.

• "Nononono, please fuck me, take me, please! I'll be your good boy, your best boy, let me cum, please, please..."

• he's spasming on your cock for the next few hours. it's a good thing you're not in your rut yet, otherwise you'd be knotting in him for the next day and a half.

rereading it i realized it's like the same thing but in different fonts oop

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