#about to unleash my inner alpha

[overleftdown]

if i can be so real for a minute, the saltburn fandom is not very large and not very old... and yet i have had SO many odd convos. usually about farleigh but sometimes about other stuff. i've been called obnoxious so many times for mentioning everything that comes with farleigh's character but it's in the movie for a reason, man. i'm venting. "what does XYZ have to do with this?" bro idk maybe the fact that it was included in the movie, therefore i'm going to bring it up?

class, privilege, sexism, escapism, etc. are all important parts of this movie. so is race. i've gotten the most heat for talking about race and white privilege which is... not surprising tbh. sometimes i just want to be serious when everyone wants to be silly. if your silliness makes you apathetic to the rhetoric of the film and how some of it should be taken seriously... man. ouch. damaging to the psyche tbh.

a lot of the fandom is rly cool but ackkk i've been on my toes. i've been encountering some irl felix cattons...

[soul-controller]

Hey there everyone, it's been a while since I posted a full-length story and I apologize about that. My real life is a bit of a clusterfuck right now and I've been dealing with illness (both physical and mental), work-related issues, and just having to get my car's transmission fixed so being active here has been the last thing on my mind.

Given how long it's been, I thought I'd give everyone the opportunity to vote on what full-length story should be released here next. There's a bunch of options of various types of transformations, so I look forward to seeing what people want to read the most!

[quotidian-oblivion]

Not-Yet-Written Fic Game

Tagged by @chemical-processes!! Thank you so much for tagging meeee. Especially in writer games, i love them <3

Post about some of the fics you plan on writing

I'm gonna do both batfam and Merlin for this one. You can put down any number of wips. I have so many, but I think I'll choose 10 😅 Feel free to ask about any of them!!! I'd love that ^^

No pressure tags: @sardonic-sprite @igotthisaccountunderduress @pericreatesstuff @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego @foineswoine-writing

@uncertainwallflower @cygnusdoesthings @blightwritesfic @wakkoroni

A Dance Across the Stream [BBC Merlin]

A slave!Arthur fic where I really pump up the angst. Arthur has been a slave for so long that people are starting to lose hope that he's even alive. His slavers decide to auction him since his past status, health and general looks will get them a pretty penny. He's collared by magic that hurts him if he doesn't listen to his masters' orders. As he stares down blankly at the faces and hands rising eagerly to buy a slaved prince, he hears a voice-

"Twelve hundred and thirty gold pieces!"

For the first time in months, Arthur dares to raise his head. Because he knows that voice. Has heard it incessantly rabbiting on, talking his ear off several times a day before his capture.

But it can't be him. It can't be Merlin. Because the bid for him was only open to sorcerers. And Merlin can't be a sorcerer.

2. Let Me Die, Let Me Drown, Lay My Bones In the Ground [BBC Merlin]

(I'm cheating a little bit cuz this is actually written but) My first fic where I really unleash my angst weapons. I wanted to test my limits. And I did.

The storm that had passed through Albion didn't only bring devestation, it brought a party belonging to the king, queen and princess of a distant land on the edge of Albion's maps. As per propriety and courtesy, Camelot was required to hold a feast and provide accommodation for them. The feast started off smoothly, the royals of Camelot getting along quite well with the royals from Harden.

But a single questioned changed everything. Including the destiny of Arthur and Merlin.

"What are your stances on magic?" Uther asked.

3. Doesn't have a name yet, but the wip doc is named 'My Limits Tested Through Merlin' [BBC Merlin]

While writing LMDLMD (the above fic), I discovered that the angst I put in there was not actually my full limit. I could push further. I could write worse. So I started this multichap wip. And it's going splendidly. Honestly, this fic is such a good jar to add my inner demons to. And I decided to work in some foreshadowing, juxtaposition, symbolism and all that lovely fun literary devices stuff because I found that I actually enjoy that process. So this might just be my best mutlichap fic yet!

Summary: That the kingdom they traveled to was peaceful was a lie. That the king was a good and fair man was also a lie. That Merlin, Arthur, and the Knights of the Round Table would be safe was the biggest lie of all. 

As Merlin scrubs the floor beneath the king's feet, despite the pains and bruises on his body, he wonders if escape will also be a lie. 

4. Empire For Two [BBC Merlin]

Part two of a two-part series. I've finished writing the outline and currently it's standing at 50 chapters, but as it gets written it might increase. Since it's MASSIVE and too much for me to take on alone, my lovely fwens Joan (@tireddruid) and Tristi are helping me with it! Joan's alpha and beta-ing while Tristi's gonna be a co-writer. For once, I'm not gonna start posting after it's written, but post as we write each chapter.

A Golden Age AU where I fix the fucking show.

5. Tim gets de-ages to a toddler fic [DC]

I've finished the outline for this too and it's currently standing at 21 chapters and I've already written 2. @mispeltnostalgia is beta-ing it ^^ And it's angsty. And fluffy! Majority of it is fluffy! But the angst at the end and major character death tag kind of overshadows the 19 chapters of fluff 😅 I also do a character study of Jason here. It's very enlightening.

Inspired by the very first fanfic I ever read (by choice) and Tim gets de-aged to a toddler because of a mistake Jason made. Jason's bonds with the family is already fragile and this mistake might just drive a further wedge between him and them. So he keeps the mistake a secret.

But the fact Tim is a toddler isn't. The batfam try their hardest to look after Tim while trying to find a way to age him back. Tim's an adorable kid but... there are warning signs. Too many warning signs. It makes everyone question just how well they had known Tim and his personal life.

For some reason, the toddler seems attached to Jason. And surprisingly, Jason seems to go actually well when dealing with him.

But after an explosive fight between Jason and the rest of the family, when Alfred opens the doors to the bedrooms, he finds both the toddler and the crime lord gone.

6. I Quit (not the actual fic name, just a wip name) [DC]

It started with a crack-genre scene where Tim accidentally resigns being Robin over the phone.

It quickly escalated to Tim running from the Bats, trying to cure Jason of his Pit Madness, and raising a 10-year-old assassin Damian when Talia mistakenly dumped the kid on him. Fully outlined, 19 chapters, I'm probably gonna start writing this soon.

7. Found Him [DC]

Not a multichap fic but a series with oneshots and twoshots and threeshots! Why? Because I was lazy and didn't bother with filling chapters. Why? Cuz I wanted to get to the action bits. Why?

Because this, my friends, is an evil!Tim Drake AU >:)

Tim wakes up in Titans Tower before Bruce and Dick can show up. He wakes up and all he sees is blood.

His blood.

He is in excruciating pain, but for some cruel reason, he can still think and feel clearly. His mind is not a haze, he has all his memories and he is very well aware of the carnage that has been made out of his body. Very well aware of the person who created the carnage out of his body.

In a Red Robin #4-esque style, Tim crawls out and sloppily secures the wounds that bleed the most, then grabs a bike and collapses in the middle of the road. The emergency services think he's a normal civilian boy since Tim had torn his Robin uniform and had ridden out in the blacks underneath. They manage to save his life but the damage was done.

Tim had snapped. He thought he was alone. And nothing was going to convince him otherwise.

8. All 'Board Mind Games [DC]

Inspired by Zugzwang written by sardonic-sprite. Ra's keeps kidnapping Tim and forcing him to play different board games from different cultures (cuz I like representation) and each member of the batfam is kidnapped along with him and with every time Tim loses, he gets to choose between forms of torture or being Ra's heir. Ra's gets what he wants either way because he wants Tim as his heir, but he also wants to see Tim suffer because he blew up his League's operations.

This fic I am so so so incredibly excited for because I am adding brain factors in it. Here is a plan for one of my chapters:

Damian — Barjees — Fear gas — "Be the person you needed when you were younger" (or Ideasthesia)

9. Talons (not the actual title) [DC]

What if Bruce didn't arrive in time to adopt his sons? What if the Talons did?

And what if, years later, Batman comes across four child assassins in Gotham whose eyes are screaming help?

10. Danny meets Tim (not the actual title, obvi) [DC x Danny Phantom]

Not very outlined, but the idea has been written down. During Tim's Red Robin arc where he's traversing the whole globe to find Bruce, one of the places he stops at is Amity Park. He heard about how ghosts are a regular here so maybe he can find something? Proof whether or not Bruce is alive?

Who he finds instead changes the whole trajectory of Tim's life.

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And those are some of my wips! I am 100% planning on writing and posting all of them. They've all been outlined (except the last one) and are very much ready to be written or posted. I keep getting ideas after ideas for fics though so don't know when I'll be writing them 😂 Rest assured, I'm too excited to delay some of these wips.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I just listened to another audio of Itto and oh my GOD I wanna release the monster that I know is inside him so badly.

I wanna tease him until he absolutely loses it. I wanna see how far I can drive him towards that edge until he snaps and loses control. I wanna see that predatory look in his eyes as he finally gets to have his way with me.

I wanna see how the tears run down his face as I overstimulate him for the umpth time. I wanna hear his needy whines and moans as he begs me to slow down or be gentler, but he knows that I won’t give him what he wants.

I want him to go absolutely batshit crazy. I don’t care if I will lose the ability to walk for a week, it will all be worth it.

But he’s still my baby and I love him very much :3

Lottie x Itto supremacy gang where y’all at⁉️🗣️

Lottttiiieeee!!!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to get to. I haven't forgotten the other things we talked about, either. Just have lots of shit going on right now. I hope this finds you well, my friend!

Xox Sarah xoX

~In The Heat of The Moment~

The man has a cock that looks like a fucking monster and the stamina of a beast. Asking him to rail you would be like walking up to a bear and asking for a hug.

You need to see him come undone. You want him to ravage you like the alpha he is. You want him to make you his bitch and claim you as his.

You need him to release the monster. You need him to unleash his inner beast and unleash all that pent up sexual energy.

You've never wanted someone so badly.

It's hot as fuck in your apartment. You can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. Itto is sitting on the couch. Nothing more than a cold, wet washcloth on his cock and low-hanging balls.

"H'babe. The a/c is out again. ‘S too hot to move. Sorry. How was your day?"

You look at him like he's some kind of idiot. "Did you call anyone to come out and repair it?"

"Aw, baby, you know I'm no good at stuff like that. I don't know how to explain that shit to people. Sorry. Jus' call 'em on Monday. K? In the meantime, why don't you ... get comfortable? Ehh? Ehhh?" He looks at you and winks.

"You ... oh my fucking God, Itto. It's like you're trying to get under my skin." You storm off and head for the pull-down ladder that will take you up to the attic so you can look at your a/c unit. Itto watches you climb up the ladder, your ass cheeks alternating sides as they stick out. Left, right, left, right. Itto is transfixed by the lulling movement.

You've been up there for a few minutes and he's heard nothing. It's harder than hell to move and probably just as hot.

"Babe? You ok up there? Y' need me to help?" He purposely asks quietly.

*BANG BANG BANG*

A few seconds later, the a/c kicks on and relief washes over you like a loving hug.

You hear Itto downstairs cheering for you and you assume he's doing his happy dance, too. Well, today, his nude happy dance.

Climbing down the ladder you are stopped by something sharp pressing into the flesh of your ass. You look and see Itto there, with his horns pointing right into you.

"Eet, what are you doing?"

"I'm thanking you."

"By gouging me?" You ask.

"’F that's what you wanna call it, baby. Then hell yeah. I'll gouge you." He laughs.

"I want ..." you sighed, "to cool off. In the literal and physical sense. Ok, Eet? Thanks."

He started to kiss the back of your ankles. Licking his way up to your thighs. Side to side. Leg to leg. He licked so much of the back of your thighs that you wanted to wipe it off. There were times for this. And the 110 degree weather outside wasn't making this one of those times.

"Itto, please."

"Please what, baby? Please what?" He was rubbing his hands up and down your legs, squeezing and releasing. His breath was hot, and his tongue was sloppy.

"Please stop. I don't think I can handle your ... heat right now."

He looked up at you with his mouth agape. "Are you saying ... I'm too hot for you, babe?"

"It's not ... It's the weather. It's too hot out. I'm sweating like a pig. I can't think straight. I can't ... fuck ... I can't focus on you."

"Well, I don't care about that. I just wanna make you feel good." He continued to kiss the back of your thighs, but you pulled away and headed for the bathroom.

"Hey! Where you going? Come back here!" He followed you into the bathroom where you had stripped down and started to wash your face and body with cold water. Itto stood there, still naked, watching you.

"Can you help me, Eet?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked.

You sighed. "Just come over here and help me clean up. Can you do that? I'm burning up and need some help."

Itto walked over to you. He looked at you in the mirror. "You really want me to help you, babe?" He leaned into your ear and whispered, "You want me to ... take care of you?"

You nodded, and he began to run his hands down your back and onto your ass cheeks. He squeezed and massaged them until you started to moan.

You felt his fingers moving around the outside of your pussy. You could feel how wet you were getting. You couldn't help it. His touch was so tender. He knew exactly how to work you.

"Oh, Eet," you moaned, "I love the way you touch me. But it's ... too ... fuckin' ... hot. Ok? I worked all day. I'm tired. I just want to cool off."

Itto put his hands up in the air as if to show you he wasn't going to touch you anymore. "Fine. Fine, ok. Sorry." He sulked off to your room and sprawled out on the bed.

You finished rinsing the day off your body with the halfass job done by the washcloth and went to the kitchen for something icy and uplifting. “Cocktail,” you tell yourself.

Downing the first one like it was the very air you breathe, you poured yourself another one and thought about how Itto was trying to coerce you into having a little bit of fun with him. Then it occurs to you that it's been a few days since you two rolled around. It's just ... been ... so ... hot. You hate the heat. You hate what it does to your hair. And you know that he tries to help you out with it as much as he can, but really, all he ends up doing is smoothing down the curls that you worked so hard to get to coil. You adore him for trying, though.

Now that your place is cooling down by the minute, you finish your 2nd drink, pour one for him and another for yourself and head into the bedroom where he is still laying. Naked and pouting. Your favorite position.

"Eet, I made you something, baby. Here."

He rolls his eyes and then his body away from you.

"I'm sorry, Itto. Ok? It's just so ... fucking hot. You understand, don'cha?" You pinched his butt and ran your finger between his thighs. But he wasn't having any of it. You turned him down and he was upset about it.

"Ohh-kayy. I see what's happening here. I get it." You crawled up next to him on the bed and began kissing his back. Tugging on his hair a little bit harder with each kiss you laid down on his warm skin. "Y' still so hot, Eet. Wan' me t' cool you off?" You asked him in a gentle voice. His silence told you everything you needed to know.

You rolled him over so he was laying on his back and started slowly massaging his half-hard cock with your fingertips. He moaned softly. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You know how I get when it's hot. It makes me ... cranky."

Itto shrugged and nodded. Still playing the victim hard to get.

You moved down and started sucking on his balls. One at a time. Licking and swirling your tongue around the smooth, hard flesh. "Won't you forgive me, Eet? Please?"

He looked at you and smiled. "Ehhh!!! Try again."

You quirked a brow and moved up his cock with your tongue. Licking the underside of his shaft from top to bottom, back and forth. You sucked on the tip of his cock, twirling your tongue around it. Itto started to hide the fact he was beginning to moan a little bit. His legs twitching ever so slightly. The signs were there. He was fully hard now and he wanted to shove himself into your wet mouth and fuck your face until he came down your throat. But he was being stubborn about it. No matter. You always win this game.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I love you. I love your big dick. I wanna make you feel good. Ok? Can you ... forgive me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, like I'm so easy to forgive." He averted his gaze to the window, but you knew he was smirking. You could see it all over his face. Not only that, but you know he is quick to forgive you for nearly any transgression. That's one of the many things you love about him. His giant, sweet heart.

You moved back down to his cock and took it into your mouth, gagging on it as it hit the back of your throat. You began to bob your head up and down on him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Itto grabbed the back of your head and started to slow you down.

"Fuck! Baby ... mmm, don't ... don't go crazy now, ok?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "You want me to be gentle with you, Eet?"

Itto shook his head as you wrapped your fingers around his hard length once more and started to jerk him off so slowly. Painfully slow, in fact.

"No, no, no ... faster, babe. Please," he moaned.

"Mmm, but I thought you said you didn't want me to go crazy, Eet?"

He growled, "I lied! Fucking SPEED UP. Please, please, baby."

"Ah, ah, ah. I don't like liars, Eet. I think you need to learn a valuable lesson here. And I'll be the one who teaches you. Isn't this exciting, baby?" You giggled and bounced next to him on the bed. Your curls and tits are moving at the opposite time of your body.

Itto watched you and groaned. "You're fucking killing me, baby."

"Oh, but I have so much more in store for you, Eet." You pushed him onto his back and straddled his face. "Eat me out. Now."

He wasted no time getting started. Sucking and licking on your pussy, he started to finger you at the same time. It was heaven. You rocked back and forth on his face, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

"That's it, baby. Lick my clit. Oh, fuck, yes. Right there!"

Itto sucked on your clit as you bucked against him, feeling your orgasm building. "Don't stop! Oh, my God, don't fucking stop, Eet." You screamed and moaned as you came all over his mouth and chin.

"Fuck, babe. That was hot. My turn?" He asked.

You nodded and got off him. He rolled over and pulled you on top of him, your pussy resting on his cock. He pushed his hips up, rubbing himself against you. He was still rock hard and ready.

You lifted yourself up and positioned his cock at your entrance. "Mmm, you want this, Eet? You want me to fuck you, huh, on your big cock?"

"Yes, baby. Please. Please, baby. I need you so badly." He was begging now. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. "Ahh! Oh, fuck, baby. Your cock is so big. You fill me up so good!" You started to ride him. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, please, baby."

"Not yet," You slowed your pace, but still rode him. "Not ... just ... yet." You punctuated your words with slamming down on his cock. He was writhing around. You could feel that he was ready to cum. That he needed to cum. But you were just in one of your moods and couldn't help yourself. You needed to tease him. It was just too fun not to.

"Baby, please. I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please!" He was crying out for it.

"Ok, Eet. You've been so patient. I think you deserve it. Cum for me, baby."

Itto thrusted his hips up into you as you rode him faster and faster. He groaned and growled as he emptied his seed inside you. You could feel it spilling out onto his balls and thighs.

"Fuck, babe. You're the best. I love you. Thank you, oh god, thank you." He panted.

But YOU, weren't done yet. You hadn't even cum yet, on his cock, anyway. So you started your movements on him again. Watching his face contort from pleasure, to "Ok, that's good baby." To "Oh-kay, I said th-th-ahhh, fuck! I said thank you, lovey." To "Babe, ya gotta ... oh shit." To "S-shit baby, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" To him crying actual tears.

You've got him so overstimulated that he can't form actual sentences together anymore. He can only make noises. His teary eyes are rolled all the way back into his head. His body is mostly lifeless, save for the involuntary twitching his legs and abdomen are doing.

"Oh, I think I'm about to cum, Eet. Don't you dare fucking stop, ok? Promise me you won't stop until I cum." You looked at his face, and he was completely checked out. So you just kept riding him until you were cumming all over him.

You laid on top of him, catching your breath. He was still inside you, and you felt his cum ooze out of you and onto him.

Itto finally came around a few minutes later and asked you, "Can we do that again, babe? But next time, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. Ok?"

You just laughed and playfully slapped him. "I'd love that, baby. I love you." You kissed him and fell asleep next to him.

The next morning, you woke you up to a really fucking hot apartment again. You went up to the attic again and saw that the temp was turned up on the unit. “What the …?” Then you climbed down to look at the thermostat. “90? 90 degrees!”

And you didn't know what he'd done until after he fucked you stupid. 

"ITTO!!!" 

[animasola86]

About the last ask,

It would probably be another WLW storyline if that’s okay, and definitely smut ofc. But there would also be some stuff like angst and comfort since the two would have their problems with eachother hence being manmade.

For reader, she would have grown up isolated from the world completely for a decade or so. Reader’s species would be a glitch, basically meaning that she’s meant to disappear. Reader once had a human life but that was when she was in extremely early stages of her life (5-9) so she would slowly forget everything about humans and become aggressive all because humans have treated her nothing but wrong.

After an incident, cue the human turned monster woman (you can give her whatever title), arriving to the isolated place about how long reader had been there. She would only be a bit older than reader, maybe about a year or two, they would be pretty close in age. This woman would definitely have a few problems, unlike reader who doesn’t exactly know how to express her emotions. One of these problems would be that the woman was some kind of…werewolf? She also appears to have a darker side to her…one that she would never want to unleash due to the incident that led her here in the first place. However, the more that the woman is around reader, the more crazy she’s driven.

Both women would basically have some kind of alter ego inside her head, unable to control it. This leads to a majority of their physical or mental fights, but in the end, the two will always prevail. There would be lots of reassurance, doubt, and so forth with this couple. They would use sex as a way to discover eachother and things they have never felt before, especially the woman since she hasn’t had much experience with sex unlike reader.

I hope this doesn’t sound too confusing, there’s more to the story but I don’t want to make up the whole plotline if you have ideas of your own for them! 💖 I’m very happy you want to hear more about my ideas <3

(previous ask)

First up, I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier, I had a bit of existential dread banging down my door haha. I am intrigued by your ideas though, even if I feel as if I'm missing a lot of backstory and world building, to be honest XD Sounds like a really complex thing you thought up there, sure you don't want to write it yourself? :)

I wonder what inspired you, maybe if I knew the "source material" it'd be clearer to me. Like, what "incident" are we talking about? Is it more science fiction based or fantasy?

Reader being a glitch and deemed to die/disappear sounds interesting. Like, she ran from her fate and made a life on her own? Living alone, providing for herself, or hiding in plain sight (but still isolated)? You mentioned she has experience with sex, so I assume she must still be in contact with other people (humans/other species?) sometimes.

And that other woman, another experiment gone wrong I guess, is also fleeing (after the "incident") and by chance finds the glitch!human, and they have to learn to live together? And as she is not as experienced, I guess she lived in whatever facility that made her longer than reader?

It slowly makes sense to me :D (I hope, feel free to correct me haha)

So two man-made "monsters"/experiments meet each other and hit it off, trying to navigate their new lives as "free" people, learning from one another? And the alter ego they both have could be like a fail-safe from whoever made them, urging them to come back or do things they don't want to do? Now that's also intriguing. I love inner voices that manipulate :D

Plus the werewolf aspect. Never written a female werewolf before, so that might be interesting. It does give me alpha/omega vibes, somehow, also with the whole experiments and different species.

It sure is something I may have never written before, but if I don't have to go into too many details, I'm sure I can provide the smut part of it XD

If you'd like to add anything, please feel free to reach out! I will let these details simmer in my brain now, and maybe, some day, I'll write something that is befitting of your ideas. Thank you for sharing this with me! <3

[justmestone]

Street Fighter: Legacy of Warriors (Part 1: Prologue)

Context: Umm...I can explain. This is part of a Street Fighter fanfic that I want to post on Wattpad in the future and now am posting on here just for the sake of it. In the most basic of terms, this is my adaptation of Street Fighter 2 and will take elements from the games, mostly SFII and Alpha 3, and also WILL reference things from the movies and there will be a homage to one of the memes from the TV show. Also, I have my OC in here: His name is Jake and he is essentially Ryu and Ken's best friend who trained with them since childhood and he has a crush on Chun-Li.

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Field of Fate, Australia - Years ago

The rain poured down relentlessly, driven by the fierce wind. The blades of grass in the fields swayed violently, echoing the howling of the wind. In the midst of the tumultuous storm, the resounding clap of thunder filled the air, punctuated by a brilliant flash of lightning in the distance. Amidst this dramatic stage, two formidable figures emerged - Ryu and Sagat.

Ryu, a young warrior, stood tall with his brown hair and piercing eyes framed by a white gi. A black belt was cinched around his waist, and a vibrant red bandana fluttered around his forehead, catching the gusts of wind. In contrast, Sagat commanded a dominating presence, towering over Ryu with his imposing and muscular build. His bald head gleamed in the stormy light, and he was clad in purple Muay Thai trunks with yellow trim, accentuated by tight hand and foot wraps. An unmistakable black eye patch concealed his right eye.

"Ryu, right?" Sagat chuckled. "I've heard a little about you during the tournament."

Ryu remained silent but Sagat still kept his composure. "I just want to know your name so I can write on your tombstone."

"...Ryu," Ryu replied.

"The other fighters were disappointing, especially Eagle, so please make this fight worth it."

Ryu clenched his fists and prepared his stance. "I will." were the two words he spoke before the fight began.

Ryu and Sagat fought with all of their might. They clashed against each other and released punches and kicks so powerful that they had the ability to nearly shake the earth.

"I hope I haven't disappointed you so far!" Ryu said as he had managed to get Sagat knocked down for a while.

Sagat wiped the blood from his lips and he rose. "You're enjoying this, correct? But do not think I'm going to let someone like you HUMILIATE ME!!!"

Ryu unleashed a kick but Sagat used his Muay Thai abilities to get the upper hand and jump forward and rammed into his opponent with his knee. Ryu groaned as he hit the ground and coughed a little. Sagat grinned a little and said, "You have a lot to learn before you challenge me, kiddo. Here." he outstretched his hand. "Let me help you up."

However, Sagat's offer of help was sadly shunned as he noticed Ryu getting up on his knees and his left fist clenching. He felt a dark aura pulsating from Ryu and nothing could prepare him for Ryu turning towards him and attacking with a surprise uppercut, shouting, "SHORYUKEN!!!!"

Ryu's fist cut across Sagat's chest and the Muay Thai fighter fell to the ground, the cut on his chest pouring blood all around. The reporters and spectators that were spectating the fight ran to check on both the fighters and Ryu could only ponder what the surge of energy that he felt was. One of the reporters felt Sagat's pulse and said, "He's alive but this wound seems to be big."

Meanwhile, Sagat, while his body was unconscious, his inner self thought, "What? What was that power? That boy was saving all that power at the last moment, just to humiliate me in front of all that worship me?! Hear this, Ryu: I will return one day, and I will destroy you!!"

Now begins:

Street Fighter: Legacy of Warriors by Stone Newhouse

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Unleashing My Inner Alpha: A Review of Alpha Drive 24

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Sources:

[scholarly article on Tribulus Terrestris and testosterone levels]

[scholarly article on Ashwagandha and stress hormones]

[scholarly article on zinc and male health]

[scholarly article on vitamin D and testosterone levels]

[wickedeyegurl-blog]

Dear God,

Please send me the motivation and willpower to continue this life. I'm on the edge of nothingness at the moment and somehow I'm trying to get out of it.

Kiddingggg...

I just need to be the alpha female again hhaaah

I've been there. And I need to go back again.

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Yung narerealized ko na no matter how good I am to other, nakakapagod din pala umintindi at intindihin sila.

When they are not good situation, you were there for them to help them, which is good kasi, atleast you manage to save a life.

Pero.. how about you, bruuhh?? Nauubos ka din. Nadri-drain. Kahit anong sabi mo sa sarili mo na "you'll be fine" but in totality, you're not. Imagine? You manage to imprison all your monsters inside and your good in holding it. Then eventually, bigla silang lalabas na naman kasi you let your wall down.

So, I guess. I need to be this snail again and hide myself. Unleash my inner goth and forget the society muna.

Thanks and Goodbye, Earth.

#selflove #art #commish

[goodcopcorrupted]

Overcome by a pleasure he had never experienced, Ryan held onto the boy for dear life as he watched the young man on top of him tap into his inner alpha male. It was an incredible sight to watch. It was mesmerizing and captivating. As the young man continue to plow, Ryan could feel Kyle's incredible shaft poking at his cervix. He had never experienced an intimacy like this before, but instinctively knew the climax was at hand for both of them.

He could not believe that he lived this long without experiencing a connection like this. Only until now did Ryan realize that he had lived an isolated and lonely life. Beautiful moans escaped his mouth as he held onto the young man who vigorously claimed him. For the first time in his life, Ryan was fully present; he felt valued, wanted, needed, appreciated and loved. The euphoria he experienced was mind altering and life changing; so much so, the older of the two started to cry.

Ryan wasn't hiding. He wasn't trying to be something he wasn't. Kyle was the first person to actually see Ryan for who he was, who he really was, which gave Ryan the courage he needed to open himself up completely. With those incredible thrusts and powerful kisses, the old man hung on to the barely legal eighteen year old for dear life as the boy continued to plow like a wild animal. Ryan had no idea what was about to come next.

That's when he felt it. Suddenly, the boy on top of him had unleashed his essence. Ryan's eyes flew wide open as he felt that powerful gushing sensation. He was being filled up to the very brim; so much so, the old man could feel the eighteen year old's seed filling his very womb. Never in Ryan's life had he ever felt a sensation like this. He felt so warm inside. He felt like he was glowing, because he was glowing, and he looked absolutely radiant. Ryan had never felt beautiful before, until now, and it was so overwhelming, he started to cry.

Overcome by the joyous feeling of being bred, Ryan held onto Kyle as he let out a powerful moan. He thought he was going to explode, and that's exactly what he did. For the first time in Ryan's life, he experienced an orgasm. A powerful stream flew out of him as he began to wet the sheets beneath him with his liquid euphoria, all while his leg began to tremble.

The man and the eighteen year old had both achieved mutual orgasm, a rare feat for even the most seasoned of couples. It was beautiful. It was so beautiful, Ryan didn't hear the cracking of his bed frame. The entire frame snapped, bringing the bed closer to the floor, and Ryan couldn't be bothered. All that mattered was the man who made him feel alive—the man who made him feel loved. Ryan was so grateful, he pulled Kyle in to give him the most sensuous and beautiful of kisses.

Ryan was so overwhelmed by all these emotions, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. It didn’t take long for the older man to pass out. What he experienced was so powerful, he dreamted about it in his sleep. He woke up several hours later. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He thought he had the most lucid sex dream. The most incredible dream of his life. That’s when he realized his bed was on an angle. That’s when he noticed he wasn’t alone in his bed. That’s when it hit him—it wasn’t a dream, what happened last night was real, and he couldn’t believe what he did. He was overcome by powerful emotions, but the strongest one was shame.

“ Kyle……Kyle, get up.” Ryan said as he tried to wake the handsome young man. Anxiety took him over as he began to pace in his messy, sex stained bedroom. “ Wha…….what happened last night? Why are you in my bed?” He asked nervously. Ryan knew the answer to that, but he needed to hear that he’s imagining things, even though deep down, he knew the truth—he was just too scared to admit it.

The intensity between this eighteen and forty-eight year old was magnetic. Nothing could tear them apart. In this moment, Ryan felt seen, validated, wanted, needed—loved. He found himself speaking from his very soul, and his powerful words seemed to have an impact on the eighteen year old who laid on top of him.

Kyle was the town menace. He had been causing problems for years. He had been treated like a criminal his whole life—the one person who ever treated him like a human being was Ryan. He could always see what was hiding behind that hardened exterior. He was just a man, a young man, who had been deprived of love. The older of the two knew exactly how that felt.

As their foreheads touched, Ryan looked deep into those piercing blue eyes. He didn’t see a hoodlum or a criminal. He saw a boy, a young man, who was lost and alone. He could see the man who was desperate for love, and all Ryan wanted to do was give it to him, and he did, with his soft, gentle and affectionate kisses.

That’s when he felt it. The two were slowly becoming one. Ryan’s once baron and abandoned wasteland had been claim by a foreign entity. This girthy and elongated shaft had spread the old man’s vaginal walls wide open in one powerful thrust. Ryan could literally feel the young man’s testicles pressed up against him. The two had become one, and Ryan could not describe the joy that was overflowing inside of him.

Now that they had join bodies, Ryan was suddenly overcome with a pleasure he has never experienced in almost fifty years. He had finally witnessed and experienced masculinity in all it’s glory. His pussy was so being plowed into, and his vaginal walls wrap themselves around Kyle’s manhood, giving it a powerful squeeze. He could literally feel the boy’s pulse. “ Oh god,” Ryan said as he clung onto the young man for dear life. “ OH MY GOD!!!” he had never experienced anything like this. That feeling was intensified by a powerful onslaught of kisses.

Those kisses were powerful, but Kyle’s words and declarations were even more powerful. Overpowered by this brute force and liquor fueled kisses, Ryan held onto Kyle, allowing the boy to do what he needed to do. He was loving every minute of it. Taking Kyle’s face, Ryan brought their foreheads back together. “ You.” Ryan replied when he was asked a question. “ I belong to you, Baby Boy.” he said with assertiveness, like he was proud of being claimed.

“ Holy fuck,” he said softly. As his pussy continued to be devoured, Ryan felt his vagina starting to squirt and wet the bed beneath him. “ Oh my god. Kyle.…..Kyle….Holy fuck.” Ryan had never felt anything like this before. He was about to experience his first orgasm.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Have you got any Sterek or Steter fics that feature the a good alpha pack? With a good Deuc or anything that’s nothing like 3A? Thank you!!

Hi @hoechlin-lovin! @kevaaronday made this list.

With The Wild Wolves Around You by runningwithwerewolves (9/9 | 168,119 | Gen | Sterek) The one where Stiles was born a werewolf and became an alpha when he was eight years old after his mom was killed. Stiles' dad knows about the supernatural, Scott did not grow up in Beacon Hills and has been a wolf for about a year before he moves to Beacon Hills and becomes Stiles' first beta. Derek is angsty, smart and pining for Stiles has serious trust issues and is bent on vengeance. 

Major plot points will be struck but the plot of season one will be seriously altered for obvious reasons. Read the tags for more.

Spark Bonds by Carerra_os (1/1 | 34,003 | Teen | Peter/Stiles/Deucalion) The alpha pack comes to town and Stiles piques their interest. His own pack doesn't treat him as such, the alphas decied he needs to be taken care of and they all enjoy him taking care of them.

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"I don't usually have someone protecting me." Stiles whispers loudly still smiling and though his heart gives no sign of a lie his scent does sour a bit at the end indicating something that will require some looking into.

"Perhaps not." Deucalion says, still thinking about that scent hanging in the air. "But perhaps you should." He says and can practically taste the tension that shoots through the boy next to him.

Leporidae by ambersagen (15/? | 32,273 | Mature | Steter)

The pack think they are protecting Stiles by kicking him out just as the Alpha pack becomes a real problem (hint, the only thing they are protecting are their own asses). Unfortunately for them Stiles takes offence at this and Peter agrees, actually so does the Sheriff. Maybe it's time for Stiles to stop pretending he's so damn breakable and show these doggies how the wild things play.

Phoenix by WitchChris (21/21| 28,939 | Gen | Sterek) The pack (Derek really) has mistreated Stiles for far too long. Always put aside. Always useless. But Stiles is Done with that. It is time to unleash his inner fire and with the help of a certain "evil" alpha pack he is going to show how strong and needed he really is.

Triple Shot by Planthoughts

(18/18 | 26,619 | Teen | Peter/Stiles/Deucalion) Stiles' day starts with a no-show barista, and a few too many fancy drink requests. Two werewolves swoop in to take it in a completely different direction.

He's always had a thing for British accents.

Finding Family by Howl786 (1/1 | 13,028 | Explicit | Peter/Stiles/Deucalion) Stiles is pushed out of the pack. Deucalion once owed Claudia a debt and repays rescuing Stiles and helping her understand her true self. Along the way a relationship grows.

See Through My Eyes by xcaellachx (1/1 | 8,016 | Teen | Steter) Using his improved Spark, Stiles wants to surprise his pack. When he overhears the entire pack trashing his appearance, he leaves, devastated. Peter, his good friend, lays it out for the pack. He takes Stiles dancing to teach him how actual people see him. Stiles is shocked and feels like a new man. 

Light on the angst, hilarious descriptions of the pack, hopefully a sweet romance.

You have good instincts. By iKnightWriter (1/1 | 880 | Gen | Sterek) “Excuse you? I was serious.” Stiles reminded him, “Deadly serious. No one listened to me.”

[ladyartemesia]

The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating...You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and  @untaemedqueen​  were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago 

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman. 

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting. 

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner. 

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’...

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen. 

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably. 

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’  wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up. 

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello...Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t. 

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good. 

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked. 

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point. 

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning. 

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away. 

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms. 

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn't matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.” 

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas. 

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in. 

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him. 

Not bloody likely. 

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods. 

“Park Jimin?”

Every hair on Jimin’s body stood on end. 

It was a soft whisper—the speaker clearly didn’t want her voice to be recognized, yet something about the sound sent a curious frisson of interest down his spine. 

He gulped. 

“Yes… that’s me. But if you’re looking for Hoseok he’s just a little deeper in. You probably caught his scent downwind so—”

“I’m not looking for Hoseok.”

Jimin licked his lips and the sight of it sparked a odd curl of heat in the pit of your belly. 

“I don’t know where anyone else is…”

“That’s quite alright.” A muted shuffle of movement reached his ears as you settled down beside him. “I was looking for you.” 

“Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Are you sure?”

Laughter like fairy bells whispered through the air and Jimin felt his heart clench.

Don’t get your hopes up. 

“Who are you?”

You were silent for a long time and then—

“I am someone who owes you a debt. One I have never been able to repay.”

Jimin’s head tilted curiously as he considered your words. 

“I’m sorry, miss… you must be mistaken. There isn’t—“

“You don’t remember.” 

It was a statement—not a question. Your voice was nearer now. He could feel the warmth of your body close to his—though not quite touching. “It was your wolf that saved me. But you had not gone through the Change yet.”

Familiar shame spiked sharply in his chest.

“I’m seven years past the Change...Why have you never mentioned this before?”

“Circumstances prevented me from doing so.” 

There was a cold finality to your pronouncement—which of course did nothing but further inflame his curiosity. 

“Then why come to me now?”

“I’ve come to repay you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open. 

Were you trying to—?!

“Oh—no please that-that’s not necessary—I could never take advantage of—”

You giggled again.  

“I am not offering my body, Park Jimin.”

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh of relief then shook his head with a wry chuckle. 

“Well considering the circumstances I can hardly be blamed for assuming you might be. And honestly most men would jump at the chance to—”

“You...are not most men.” 

Jimin’s eyes narrowed beneath his blindfold. 

“Little she-wolf—I may not be wrestling bears for fun or bare knuckle boxing in the town square, but I am still an alpha.”

The weight of his command poured over your body as he spoke the last word. There was no order or intent—he had simply given you a taste of his power. 

Aside from your direct blood relatives, no alpha had ever dared unleash their compel in your presence—therefore you were utterly unprepared for the effect it had on you—

Utterly unprepared for the strange surge of want so potent and profound that it stole the breath from your body. 

It was primal—invigorating—

Sensual.

You and your wolf may not have been entirely connected yet, but she was suddenly quite vocal about her desire to fully bask in Park Jimin’s attention.

A wicked grin played over his lips as he leaned in closer and you could almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your cheek. 

“Did you think I would not desire the touch of a beautiful woman in the moonlight?” he whispered. 

Please touch me, Alpha. 

Your eyes widened. 

Dear goddess. Your inner wolf was turning out to be a shameless hussy. 

“You might desire it, but you are far too  honorable to accept it as payment for a debt.”

Jimin drew back warily. 

You were correct of course. After all he had refused you when he believed that was your intent but—

“How could you know that?”

Evade. Evade now. 

“Well... how could you know I was beautiful? You’re blindfolded.”

He shrugged and your wolf took careful note of the way it made all the pretty muscles in his back and shoulders ripple. 

He will give us such strong—

Oh boy. 

He will do no such thing. Please calm down. 

“Not everything must be seen with your eyes.”

Is that how you found me? All those years ago...

Questions churned chaotically beneath your consciousness but you dared not give voice to them. 

Focus.

“I must repay this debt. Ask for what you want and—if it is in my power—I swear it will be yours.”

Jimin smiled again, but this time it was somehow softer. For a moment he looked almost…

Sad. 

“I’m afraid that the only thing I have ever wanted is not within your power to give...and I dare not ask you or anyone else for it.”

For her. 

He sighed and drew even farther away from you—in fact it seemed like he was preparing to leave. 

No. 

Your hand reached out almost of it's its own accord and wrapped tightly around his wrist. The contact sent a shock of searing heat through his veins and he froze. 

“Please alpha. It is not acceptable for someone like me—” a leader, a Luna, “—to owe another my life and offer nothing in return. You must let me pay my debt.”

Omega, his wolf growled, sweet perfect omega. 

Suppressors may have hidden your scent, but the siren song of an omega pleading prettily in his ear was unmistakable—irresistible…

“What if all I want is your name?”

You sighed deeply. 

“I cannot give you that. My name is… not mine to offer.”

Jimin laughed. 

“A woman I cannot remember with a name I cannot know and whose face I cannot see.” He shook his head. “Perhaps you are just a figment of my imagination.”

It was hard to explain what happened next...For whatever reason his words cut you deeply and you were overcome with the desire—no need—to refute them somehow. 

“I’m real enough,” you whispered, bringing his hand to your cheek. 

Jimin was genuinely beginning to wonder if you were a witch as well as a she-wolf. Being close to you was intoxicating and the urge to draw you in was steadily overpowering every other thought.

“Could I ask you for a kiss, then?”

“You—...You saved my life and all you want... is a kiss?”

The air grew heavier as the strange magnetic pull between you swelled to a silent inescapable crescendo. 

“In Seoul I often searched for someone who could ease my loneliness, yet each time I walked away emptier than before.” His thumb brushed gently over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “I have never had a kiss that meant anything to me.”

But yours might. 

It was unclear who moved first, whether he pulled you to him or you surged forward but when your bodies aligned and your lips met his for the first time it was as if you had never been separate from one another. 

As if you had always been deeply—intimately —together. 

The indescribable feel of him lit over your senses like a struck match. It was an ignition in the purest sense of the word— a fiery visceral awakening fueled by a consuming flood of desire. 

Yes, Alpha. 

He might never see your face or hear your name, but Jimin knew he would remember the taste of you for the rest of his life. It was hot and bright like liquid sunshine— a pure relentless light flowing through him where there was once only darkness. 

A soft needy moan rose up from your chest and he growled in primal satisfaction as you melted against him. 

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt of their own accord, desperately trying to bring him closer until he wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace. 

“Please,” he begged breathlessly against your mouth. “Please tell me who you are.”

The words crashed over you like a bucket of ice —dousing the hazy pleasure of his kiss with a cold bite of reality. Suddenly you were wrenching yourself away from him and your wolf whimpered in misery at the loss of his touch. 

“I can’t,” you whispered. 

And then you were gone. 

“Did someone hurt you?”

You looked up to find Jin taking in your tears with cold fury. 

Twin knives were already gleaming dangerously in his hands and he appeared ready to filet whichever bastard was foolish enough to make you cry. 

“No,” you sniffed—well aware of how pitiful you were at the moment—crying in the corner of your cousin’s kitchen. “I got myself into this mess without any help—as usual.”

Jin sighed and slid down next to you. 

“Tell me.”

“Something happened that I…I didn’t intend.”

“Oh I knew that already. The Luna isn’t supposed to be running around on the night of Lover’s Moon in a forest full of blind horny wolves—“

You snorted and shook your head. 

“You’re absolutely right. I should have stayed away.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed and he wondered if perhaps you had caught Kim Namjoon with another omega. Nothing would be official until after the Change of course, but your bond with him was basically a foregone conclusion at this point. 

“You went looking for someone...didn’t you.”

You nodded miserably—all but confirming his fears. He made a mental note to push Namjoon in the swamp at the next available opportunity. 

“You know... the stories say that a Luna is powerfully drawn to her mate under the Lover’s Moon—that her wolf can sense him even before the Change.”  He reached over and gently began to brush the tears from your eyes. “So it’s not surprising that you sought him out, but it’s not really fair to hold whatever it is you saw against him. There is no relationship between you yet and…” he chuckled, “kisses beneath festival moonlight don’t really mean anything anyways.”

It was clear that Jin had somehow gotten the entirely wrong impression, but perhaps that was for the best. 

No one knew of your connection to Jimin and no one had seen what passed between you. 

Still…

Something about his assessment stung you. 

“You really believe that? ...That a kiss exchanged tonight means nothing?”

“I do.” Jin spoke with conviction. “There’s ancient magic at play in those woods. You can’t always trust what you see—or what you feel.”

“Oh I...I didn’t know…”

After a moment you laid your head against his shoulder and let the last of your tears run silently down your cheek. 

“Jin-ah have you ever wanted something you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes.” He sighed heavily and pulled you in to snuggle a bit closer. “When I was younger I dreamed of having a mate just like everyone else…”

The words were so softly spoken—almost wistful. Your heart splintered just hearing them. 

“But… she could be out there—your mate.”

Jin shook his head. 

“When is the last time you heard of a female alpha?”

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Jin…”

“Hey,” he whispered, “don’t waste your crying on me. I’ve long since come to terms with who and what I am.”

“You’re not sad anymore?”

“Well… maybe sometimes I am… but I had to accept that people like us are not like everyone else. Our destinies were written long before we were born.”

“And you believe you’re destined to be alone?”

“Wolves in a pack are never really alone.”

“Yes...but they can be lonely,” you whispered thinking back to Jimin’s words. 

For a moment Jin’s eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them. 

“Well...I suppose they can.”  Then he chuckled and gave your nose an affectionate little tap. “But you don’t need to worry about that. When the time comes Namjoon will take his place at your side and the two of you will build a wonderful life together... Isn’t that what you want?”

Isn’t it?

Your treacherous thoughts drifted back to the boy in the moonlight—to the way your body sang when he touched you and the strange insatiable desire to know him and be known by him in return.

“Please...Tell me who you are.”

A heavy ache settled in your heart. 

You were the Luna of the mountain nations. A true born moon princess. 

You could never be the woman who kissed Park Jimin underneath the stars. 

You were not like everybody else. 

“...Yes. That is what I want.”

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Now 

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Jimin’s heart pounded as he tore through the dark paths of the wood with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook close behind. 

He had never led an attack—had never been trained to command wolves in battle. 

It was his first true test of leadership and he hadn’t even been a leader for twenty-four hours. 

Yet the fears and anxieties that might have normally clouded his mind were notably absent. 

There was only you.

Ironically Jimin owed Namjoon yet another debt—this time for explaining what exactly someone like him was capable of. 

The alpha Jin captured had given up their plan and position after being exposed to Jimin’s unique gifting, so he had a concrete target in his mind… He suspected however, that your captors had taken precautions after leaving some of their men behind. They had shifted their camp. 

But it wouldn’t be enough to save them. 

Jimin didn’t need your location to find you. 

He spent years refusing to look at you, and even then he always knew exactly where you were. He could sense you in any crowd—hear your voice in a thousand.

Once it had tormented him cruelly to be so aware of you. 

Now it was the only thing keeping him sane. 

He followed the connection between his heart and yours like a lifeline and it guided him as surely as the stars. 

The alphas followed him without question. 

If any of them harbored lingering doubts before, they were firmly laid to rest after what they saw at the cottage. No ordinary wolf could do what he had done. 

The Alpha would bring back their Luna and retribution would be swift indeed. 

The drugs in your system kept swinging you in and out of lucidity like a nightmarish pendulum. You tried to shift after the initial nausea faded, but whatever they gave you kept your wolf caged beneath your skin. 

Jimin

The longing you felt for your mate was the only thing tethering you to reality. You could almost hear him echoing in the far corners of your mind—  

I’m coming Omega—hold on. 

I’ll find you. 

Part of you recognized that his voice was likely nothing more than the wistful creation of your drug-addled mind, still you clung to it like the last shred of hope while the minutes (or hours) flew past.

Chaos clouded your thoughts even in clearer moments as many unavoidable concerns forced their way through the haze. 

Jin was at the house with you when they broke in. You had no way of knowing if he survived. 

The men who took you were crass and irreverent. Their eyes followed your form with too much interest and too little respect. 

It was starting to get cold and (due to you nearly dismembering a high council member and needing to be compelled unconscious) you were still wearing a thin white ceremonial dress which offered very little protection from the elements. 

You wondered idly if your idiot captors would let you freeze to death before they accomplished whatever it was they took you for. They clearly needed you for something or you would have been long dead by now. 

None of them struck you as particularly brilliant planners so the mastermind must be somewhere else... 

Frankly the entire situation was as puzzling as it was troubling. Iron Claw had always gotten along well with your pack. 

Technically they were (almost) what the human governments called a vassal state. The presence of a Luna determined the dominant pack in a region and the Luna of the mountain nations had been born into Silver Fang—your pack—for the last thousand years or so. 

Why would they challenge us now? 

The birth of a Luna indicated that the goddess had chosen that pack to lead. Their willingness—not only to kidnap you—but to go against the dominant pack by doing so was alarming to say the least. 

A sudden explosion of movement and sound interrupted your contemplation. Motion erupted all around you—boots pounding on the ground, men falling into their wolf forms, knives being drawn… 

You lifted your head—straining forward to see the source of the commotion—and nearly collapsed in relief when you finally did. 

Alpha

Your mate stood at the edge of the camp flanked by two enormous black wolves. 

A deadly looking jingum sword gleamed dangerously in his right hand. You recognized it immediately as your great-grandfather’s combat blade—the thousand year-old weapon of the Silver Fang Alphas. 

Relief flooded your chest all over again at the sight of it. Only Jin could have given him that sword—which meant he was still alive. 

The black wolves—Yoongi and Jungkook—snarled viciously but made no move to attack. 

Your captors were still scrambling into some sort of combat formation when Jimin finally spoke. 

“You have violated our sacred laws, trespassed in sovereign pack lands, kidnapped a Luna under the protection of our goddess, abducted the mate of the Silver Fang Alpha, and risked open war between our peoples.” He took a single step forward. “Surrender now and I will be merciful.”

The biggest of your captors—a man you recognized as the de facto leader—spat viciously on the ground. 

“You are not my Alpha,” he growled.

A cold—almost cruel—smile twisted over Jimin’s lips.

“Very well.”

Then he dropped to one knee and a massive grey wolf—Taehyung—leapt over his head and tore out the defiant leader’s throat before he even hit the ground. 

Your mouth dropped open. 

Bangtan formation.

Yoongi and Jungkook lunged forward in opposite directions, tackling their targets to the forest floor in a bloody clash of teeth and claws. 

One of the larger Iron Claw alphas half-shifted and charged Jimin but his arm shot out lightning fast, catching his attacker by the throat to send him flying through the air into a tree. 

The next several minutes could only be described as terrifyingly beautiful.

It was immediately clear that Jimin had been holding back when he fought Namjoon. 

He dispatched his opponents with such elegant savagery it was almost art.

You were so mesmerized watching Jimin sensually sword dance his way through a dozen alphas nearly twice his size that you almost missed Taehyung’s wolf rushing over with a dagger clenched between his teeth. 

Luna are you okay? 

You grinned and held up your rope-bound wrists. 

“I’ll be better once you pass me that knife.”

Taehyung nodded once and dropped the blade at your feet before tackling another wolf that was tearing towards the two of you. 

You sawed through the ties around your ankle first then twisted your arms to try and slice through the restraints on your wrist. 

The Iron Claw wolves were clearly no match for Jimin and his alphas. 

Jungkook and Yoongi chased after the few who were trying to run while Taehyung half-shifted to subdue the handful of wolves left alive as prisoners. Only Jimin continued to fight as the last three of your captors still standing took turns being slammed into the dirt by his strikes. 

He was clearly capable of dispatching them, but you were fairly convinced that you would die if you had to stay away from him for another second. The ropes, however, were surprisingly thick and the angle you were cutting them at wasn’t the best. If only—

You were almost free when you saw it. 

One of your captors had pulled a hunting javelin from their supply wagon. He must have hid himself at the onset of the fight, but now he was comfortably concealed by the shadows—and taking aim at Jimin. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

The attacker appeared to handle the weapon with familiarity. He was too far back—too well hidden—Jimin would never see him in time—

The last cord around your wrist snapped and you were on your feet, pushing through the combined haze of fury and sedatives to charge the wolf who dared attack your mate. 

By the time he saw you it was far too late. 

Under the effects of the drug your aim was a little skewed but you weren’t Kim Seokjin’s cousin for nothing. 

One clean flick of your wrist and the dagger shot through the air, burying itself between the brute’s shoulder blades—all the way to the hilt. 

His body fell to the ground just as Jimin sent the last of your captors careening into a pile of previously defeated foes. 

For a moment all was quiet. 

Then your eyes locked across the distance and everything around you sharpened to a single whispered word. 

“Jimin.”

He had run non-stop for miles and torn apart a dozen wolves to get to your side—no amount of space between you now was tolerable. 

The sword clattered to the forest floor as he moved toward you—desperate to feel you—to wrap himself around you and know that you were safe. 

What happened next was as natural as breathing.

You opened to him and he lifted you into his arms, taking your lips in a hot unrepentant kiss. 

Fire exploded across your senses, burning away everything but the touch and taste of him. Every part of you was at once fiercely and gloriously alive. Desperate moans passed between you as he licked into your mouth—a dark primal promise of the pleasure he would take between your thighs. 

“Alpha,” you whimpered, too delirious with want to manage anything else. 

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes shot open. His hands flew to cup your face, searching it with a mixture of realization and disbelief.

“You… It was you.”

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[ikeafinley]

the only bit i really don't like about phase 7 is that moonflower chick. honestly- LAY OFF MY MURDOC BITCH. *ahem* sorry about that. she ticks me off fr and I know exactly why...

MY INNER ALPHA IS UNLEASHING MOONFLOWER YOU BETTER RUN OR ELSE. 🐺🐺

Rating Murdocs.

Phase 1-

MMMMMng ffucking hell. Love this guy. Look at him. Classic, stylish, very nice. VERY nice.

9/10

Phase 2-

Daddy- sorry- daddy- soryy. Yeah he's definitely daddy as hell. Would suck him off. The perfect Murdoc, honestly.

10/10

Phase 3-

Y'all already know how much I like Phase 3. This extends to Murdoc. I need him. Carnally. I want him. He's awful terrible and he's losing his mind and I want him so much soooooooo much please yes.

100/10

Phase 4-

He's alright. Phase 4 is kinda. Uh. We got to see his penis for a bit lol. That's all I remember.

5/10

Phase 5-

He was in prison. I want to be his bitch. Also he worked out in prison so. Like. Hot.

9/10

Phase 6-

Out of prison. Still kinda hot actually TBH. He has a little bit of swag somehow. A little bit of pizzazz. Piss ass.

7/10

Phase 7-

I want to beat him to death with a stick.

0/10

[angrythingstarlight]

And…as for Alphas Ari, Steve, and Chris? Kindly use me as you please good sirs and I will thank each of you. 🥴🥵

How about we match the kink with them?

CNC (if you’re not into that, then chasing)

Role play

Swinging

So CNC is in my top five favorite kinks.

Ari introduced you to CNC. It fits his dominant nature. It's exhilarating to be hunted down the tall alpha. You never know when he's going to return from one of his business trips a day earlier ready to play one of his games, so you're constantly on edge, never knowing if your home is really being broken into or if it's Ari again. The fear. The submission. Fuck it's worth every second when it ends with him pushing your face down, one large hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he ruts into you, growling out a nearly incomprehensible chant of Mine. Mine. Mine as he claims you.

So none of the alphas would be into swinging in the traditional sense because they don't like other alpha's or omega's scents on their omegas. Steve would be more into exhibitionism. He would take you to one of the parties and get you riled up by having you sit on his lap, his hands rubbing your inner thighs, his thumbs brushing over your clit while he says the filthiest things in your ear.

Telling you how he would let everyone use you, describing each vulgar way they could tear you apart and leave you dripping from every hole and trembling on the floor. Just when you can't take another second of his teasing, he would slide you over his cock and fuck you in front of everyone.

Chris loves roleplay. He's usually a more laidback Alpha but when you two set up a game, he unleashes his primal side and you love it. Whether it seedy mechanic and broke housewife who really needs to get home before dark or 'my husband will be so mad if he finds out a crashed his car again, I don't have any money but I'll do anything you want" or the babysitter who just got stuck in the dryer and 'oh sir won't you please help me, I can't move and my panties are falling down.' Each time ends with him deep inside you, your belly bulging from his cock.

[arans-princess]

Run

HEY FUCKER I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA SO I HOPE YOU LIKE THE FIC!You won’t know the character you got till the end so sit tight!

ABO, BREEDING KINK, CNC, PRIMAL, OUTDOOR SEX

Your feet hit the icy ground in a sprint, dashing further and further into the forest, desperately trying to get away. Faster, faster, push harder the mantra repeats in your head as you make your mad dash out of the house.

You see, your heat came sooner than expected, and your alpha was away. You had handled heats without him before, so this is nothing new. You locked the doors, closed the windows and the curtains, got your toys and went to work. You were in the middle of bringing yourself to completion for the fifth or sixth time today, but they were all for naught- they just poured gasoline into your flaming body. Suddenly, you heard scratching at your front door, then knocking, then pounding. 

It just seemed to get louder and louder as time progressed, and it was distracting, so you put down your toys briefly and went to your window, opened it, and yelled for the intruder to leave. Big mistake. Once you opened the window, the smell of an alpha’s rut hit you like a truck. It was a deep minty musk, one that caused more slick to gush down your legs. You caught his attention immediately, but thankfully you were on the second floor, so he couldn't come up to your room. Unfortunately, the confirmation that there was an omega in heat in this home was all he needed to double down his efforts to get the door open.

Panicked, you slammed your window shut again and tried to find a place to hide. You knew if you left the safety of the home, you wouldn't beat him in a foot race. He was much larger and stronger than you- faster too. You would never be able to outrun him or fight him off- your only option was to hide, so you did. You darted into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, and then slid under the sink. You closed the doors to the cabinet behind you and held them shut as you tried to catch your breath.

The pounding soon turned into slamming, and then it suddenly stopped. It was far too quiet for comfort, then -BAM! BAM! BAM! CRASH! The sound of your door being knocked off its hinges rang through your ears and sent chills throughout your body. This is the power of an alpha in rut, and the knowledge made a fresh wave of arousal flood your body.

Heavy footfalls on hardwood echoed in your ears; first, they stomped up the stairs. Then, they made their way into your bedroom. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. You heard his heavy breathing from your hiding spot as your grip on the door tightened. You prayed that he would take your soiled panties that you had discarded long ago and leave to another room so you could escape unscathed. He growled and pounded what you assumed to be his fist on the door that led to the bathroom; you heard the whistle of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply.

Then, there was silence. A deadly silence, one that chilled you to the bone but aroused you all at once. His footsteps snapped you from your trance, but your lust-filled brain chose that moment to take over completely. Before you even realized what you were doing, you crawled out from your hiding spot under the sink. The overwhelming scent of an alpha in rut took over your senses. The initial pull you felt before evolved into a carnal need to be near him- the need to be bred.

As soon as the bottoms of your feet hit the cool tile of the floor, grounding you, the sensation immediately dissipated and was instantly replaced by a dangerous mix of fear and adrenaline. Your feet moved faster than your train of thought as you pushed open the door and ducked underneath the alpha’s arms to make a mad dash to the stairs. Your abrupt movement caught him off guard, giving you a matter of nanoseconds as a head start to escape.

He was quick on his feet, catching your scent as you whizzed past him, then he was hot on your heels. His much-longer legs were able to take the stairs much faster than you ever could. Soon, you found yourself being grabbed from behind, and you felt a strong gust of wind hit your back before you were slammed into the carpet. The force knocked the air from your lungs and caused your head to throb. He followed you to the ground and hovered over you, panting like a wild animal. He tore your sweat-soaked shirt off your body and then his own boxers. You scooted back on your hands and feet in a desperate attempt to get away from this monster. His curly, black hair was sweat-soaked and stuck to his forehead; his eyes were low and slanted. The beast inside him had awakened. He followed you, crawling over your body, stalking you. In your last attempt to escape, you kicked him square in the jaw, stunning him. You used this to get away, and you sprinted out the door that he knocked down. 

So now, you're here, running through the forest, naked and afraid. You're sprinting as fast as your legs can carry you, and you can hear him snarling. He's so close that you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. Your rational and instinctual sides were fighting. One side wants to do anything but stay put- to flee. While the other, wants to be taken by him, to be bred by him. Your indecision gives him the chance to shove your head into the snow-covered grass, forcing your back to arch and present your bare cunt. He enters you harshly, your slick providing all the lubrication needed. 

Setting an inhuman speed, he holds you in place with one hand gripping your hip while the other tangles itself into your long brown locks. Using his grip in your hair, he pulls you up and uses this new position to deepen the angle, slamming you onto his cock with each thrust. Your cunt being filled so deeply and rapidly drowns your mind in pleasure. Your slick oozes out of your cunt with each thrust, and you feel it dripping down your legs, cooling your feverish skin, but it does nothing to quell the heat inside you. He ruts into you like a wild animal, unleashing his inner beast, then he rumbles in your ear, letting out a wolfish cry as he cums for the first time in your tiny little body. The warm spurts of cum shooting almost directly through your cervix into your womb has you reeling, launching you into your first proper orgasm. But the animal inside you wants- no, needs- more.

His cum joins your own, dripping down your legs as he fucks it out of you. You find yourself being used as little more than a fleshlight. He chases orgasm after orgasm and uses your body to do so. The whole time he snarls and growls in your ear, chanting “mine, mine, mine, mine.” You feel him shift the hand in your hair across your chest, pulling you tighter into him. He is so close to you that his scent is overwhelming. It floods your senses and makes the world around you go dark. Due to the change in position, his engorged tip kisses your g-spot before bashing into your cervix, and he hammers away at it as if he wants to knock it out, causing your walls to flutter around him as your body hurtles into another orgasm. 

“F-fuck, ALPHA!” You cry out as the cusp of your orgasm takes over. Your body thrashes about in a pitiful attempt to escape from the stimulation, yet you crave more, more, more. You need this man- this beast- deeper, harder- you need every ounce of pleasure that his body can provide you. It’s a carnal desire that resides deep in your very soul. “Alpha, please- please breed me! I- I need your knot!”

“Such a slut for some random man? I see your mark. You’re a mated little omega, aren’t you?” His voice is low and cruel. “I wonder what he would say if he saw you like this, split open on another man's dick. He’d probably leave you.”

The thought of your alpha leaving you snaps out of your trance. Your omega wants so desperately to be bred, but you know your body, mind, and omega belong to your alpha, not this man. You start to struggle, fighting tooth and nail, scratching and clawing at his arms desperately in a pitiful attempt to get away. This spurs him on even more, his grip tightening as he plows into you, somehow harder than before. Suddenly, he flips you over onto your back, takes your knees, and pushes them up by your ears, effectively folding you in half.

His relentless pace starts up immediately. With the new angle, he can slam into that spongy spot that makes your vision blur. Your toes curl so hard they start to cramp, and your legs shake uselessly as he uses your body. Your cries for him to stop turn into a plea for more as the internal battle between your and your omega ends with your defeat. She wants to be bred so savagely that she takes over your mind, and your arms take hold of his back, and you sink your claws into it, holding on for dear life. You squeal and beg for him to go deeper, deeper, deeper, wanting nothing more than to be filled up with his pups. 

“Alpha, please, breed me!” The cry leaves your lips before you even realize what you said. Shocked by your statement, his eyes glaze over, pupils blown wide with lust- his alpha has completely taken over him. You finally get a chance to look at his face. His curly bangs are sweat slicked and stuck to his forehead. His skin is so hot that you can see steam coming off of him and out of his mouth as he pants. His mouth hangs open as he ruts into you, and drool starts to drip down his chin. He looks absolutely feral, hypnotized by your hot cunt choking his length. 

“You wanna be bred? You wanna carry my pups, you little omega bitch? I fucking know you do! I know you fucking do!” With that, his pace falters, the once-constant thrust becoming erratic. You can feel his knot start to swell at the very entrance of your cunt. It's so large, and he keeps forcing it deeper and deeper into you as he prepares to cum. Feeling just how large he swells sends you over the edge once again, and this time, you gush all over his cock. Your spasming walls are his undoing. With one final desperate thrust, his knot swells to the size of two golf balls, and he shoots his load inside you, the knot plugging you up entirely. 

The two of you lay there for a bit, trying to catch your breath. He rests his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat and shielding you from the harsh winter. 

“Well, that was fun, wasn't it, Omi? I didn’t think you would break the fucking door down, though.” You’re the first to break the silence with an airy chuckle. 

“Well, I didn't think you would actually lock the door.” He retorts, mocking you, his reply slightly muffled due to his positioning. “Can you blame me? I wanted to make it believable! I'm a poor helpless omega all alone in heat! Why wouldn't I lock the door?” You tease lightly.

“I cannot believe your crazy idea worked.”

“It's the thrill of the chase! Giving into our primal urges entirely gets the job done much, much better.”

Once Omi finally regains enough strength to stand and lift you, he carries you back home, and you two chat about what could have been better and what you especially enjoyed. As you enter your home again, he shakes his head at the door that will need to be replaced- but that can wait until tomorrow.

His warm body protects you from the cold, and soon enough, you’re back in bed, snuggled up and comfortable. There is just one thing nagging you though- you know you have to ask, or you won't be able to sleep. 

“Omi? Did you…. Would you really leave me if I-?”

“If you were forcefully impregnated by some other scum who shouldn’t be called an alpha? No, I would kill the son of a bitch and let you decide what you want to do from there. Either way, I'm not going anywhere, darlin’.” 

[sockodot]

Writer’s Month Day 3: Outside

So this is about Aloy and Varl from Horizon: Zero Dawn. Varl goes outside of his comfort zone about the Old Ones and Aloy goes out of it by trusting him. This is a snippet of probably a larger work but here you go.

Word Count: 1073

   Varl stares down at the focus in his hand. “It’s Old One’s tech.” Forbidden is what he doesn’t say. Aloy doesn’t think, wraps her fingers around his wrist.

   “It was meant for you.” At that, Varl looks up at her sharply, confused. “This school, this place of learning was meant for the children here-” she squeezes his wrist “-your ancestors. If things had gone to plan, then everything would be different. The whole world would have been different. We would constantly be using Old One’s tech.” She looks away, bitterness creeping up. “Instead, Apollo’s dead and HADES was almost unleashed upon the world.” She still gets angry when she thinks about what she discovered at GAIA Prime. Apollo’s fate, the Alphas’ fate. Fucking Ted. Varl speaks again and she looks back at him.

   “You said All-Mother- GAIA created you to stop HADES.” Aloy tilts her head, not knowing where this is going.

   “Yes.”

   “Then you wouldn’t have existed if things had gone to plan.”

    He’s not saying anything she hasn’t considered before. This thought is one of the many that creep on her at night. But she’s not sure they’re thinking the same way. “And I don’t think I want to live in a world without you in it.” Definitely not what she meant. It’s like her breath has been punched from her with his statement.

   It’s still weird to feel wanted. All her life, being shunned and cast aside. She’s not used to someone wanting her around, it’s always came with a condition. Help me find my sister, take care of these bandits, find this person, stay in Meridian to become my second and let’s get together. Okay, she did forgive Avad for that but now its less embarrassing and more ridiculous. And she was happy to help her friends because it’s the right thing to do. She can help these people so she should. Rost’s last lesson…

   And Varl- something’s just different. He doesn’t call her Anointed anymore, has less of that reverence when he’s with her. She can be a person with him. And he wants her around, not for her to do anything for him but simply because he wants.

   “Oh.” Is what she settles on. Varl smiles at her, sheepish.

   “Yeah well.” He ducks his head, rubs the back of his neck. He stares down at the focus once again and belatedly she realizes she’s still holding his wrist. Jerkily, she lets go, lets her hands hang at her sides. Now she’s all too aware of them. “How does this work exactly?” Aloy breathes a sigh of relief. Old One’s tech she knows, feelings not so much.

   “It lets you read and see Old One’s tech and writings. Explains how they work. Shows valuables around an area, how machines work, their weaknesses, and tracks. It works for any enemy really.” She tilts her head. “It’s very… knowledgeable.” She scratches the back of her head. “I’m not entirely sure of the inner workings of it.” They meet eyes once more and she chuckles a little. “Didn’t want to take mine apart in case I couldn’t put it back together again.” He smiles.

   “Smart, but now you have a whole slew of them.” Varl spreads an arm around them.

   “True. In fact,” she walks over to another stall, and another, and another, gathering up focuses. “You reminded me on why I came here in the first place.” She grabs two more. Some to tinker with.

   “Oh?” Varl questions.

   “I said I was planning on going west?” At his nod, she continues. “Well, I have some ideas.”

   “You want to give the focus’ out, right?” She nods, once again relieved that he’s picking this up.

   “I- I’m used to working alone, fighting alone. But with the battle of HADES, everything I’ve learned and been through, everyone I’ve met… It wouldn’t be bad to have a few backups and a way to contact people given that I’ll be so far.” She hesitates again, still that small bit unsure, still just that much untrusting. She said it, she’s not used to allies, to friends. “And people want to help me. I’m…. trying to accept that.” She looks at Varl again, not sure when she looked away. His smile lights up the room better than the screens around them. He takes a step forward, and another one.

   “That’s good Aloy.”

   “Yeah.” She looks away again. They’re right back to feelings and emotions. And her plan isn’t even finished yet, by the sun its barely even a draft but- it seems useful, strategical, and there’s a part of her that wants it.

   Ever since she was a little girl she wanted that connection, that community. It’s gotten smaller over the years, of course, but it’s still there. She wants people, even if she has no idea how to interact with them and sort of hates doing so. There’s a reason she keeps company with ghosts and secrets, after all.

   “Anyways,” she clears her throat. “I should be able to like, sync these so we can communicate over distances.”

   “You can do that?” With Varl’s excitement she’s able to push away her own complicated feelings.

   “Yeah. Think of like a net across the world, linking focuses.” She uses Sylen’s own example because it just makes the most sense right now. For Varl and for her. “You just need to activate your focus.” She stares down at his hand. She meets his eyes. “That is, if you want to.” Once again, he brandishes the focus, lying flat in his hand.

   “Okay.” Varl looks up and a jolt of excitement shoots through her. He tilts his head, squinting. “Okay. Where do I-” She tilts her own head for him and seconds later he’s pressing it to his ear. Finally, finally someone she can trust is wearing one, is learning with her. Joining her.

  She steps forward, lifts a finger to poke it. “To activate it, just press it.” She’s close enough to hear the little whoosh it gives. She watches as he startles, just a bit, eyes wide as he takes in the new visuals. He looks her up and down.

   “You’re purple!” Aloy laughs.

   “Yeah! Allies and good things are purple. Enemies and their weaknesses are orange.” Varl looks around the room, eyes scanning.

   “This is so…”

   “Different?”

   “Cool!” He looks back at her with that wide smile back on her face.

   It makes her heart pound.

[hellyeahheroes]

Dylan is a Mary Sue

*look I know that the symbiote has a name and Venom is both it and Eddie. So I hope you don’t get annoyed when I refer to the symbiote as Venom because writing symbiote 100 times gets annoying and I hope you get what I mean when I call it that.

I’ve been trying to write this like nine times because I don’t want to bash this character. When I wrote the post about how I didn’t want Dylan Brock near Miles, I intentionally left out the reason why because I like the character. I hate the purpose and narrative mind behind him. And plus I don’t want to seem like I bash white cis het male characters when the characters I do trash on are bad because writers tend to make them intentionally bratty. I don’t like Spider-kid, Damian Wayne when written without consequence(he is white passing), Jason Todd,or Alpha. Like giving a character a shitty attitude doesn’t make him endearing especially on a male, I’m sorry. Characters like Tim Drake, Alex Power, and Dick Grayson work because there is something genuine in them that they want to be the good of the world.

Anyways, Dylan is fun to me because he has this precocious roguishness that isn’t malevolent nor out of place. His abuse is actually abuse that isn’t made to serve as his training or whatever nor does it warps his views. And his fandom in Eddie/Venom actually makes sense because he is a kid that was abandoned by his mother and left with an emotionally and physically abusive man who would cut him down. A dark passenger like Venom appeals to him because Venom is like the codifier of misguided anger for misguided teens.

But there is a reason why he is written that way: he is a Mary-Sue. Now I don’t care about the gender preconceptions of Mary Sue vs Gary Stu nor do I try to prescribe to reclaiming Mary Sue in some vain attempt at liberal feminism. Mary Sue is bad writing unless everyone gets to play(Mary Sues work in video games). Mary Sue is something writers in most mediums that tell stories should avoid if they want said character to succeed or evoke if you want said character to be disliked. And Dylan Brock is an example that doesn’t work and is largely getting away with it because he is cute.

1. The Immaculate Conception of Dylan Brock

This is when I knew some Sue shit was unleashed on Venom fans. I don’t have to google it but I can guess that Cates has a Catholic background. Whether he is one or raised one, it is apparent in whatever meaningful writing depth he provides outside of meaningless action. And it works because Eddie Brock, being anti-Peter Parker, is Catholic. Hence the brooding and self-loathing and abusive paternity and motifs of redemption and suffering and shit. But this was not only fucked up, but a little too on the nose.

Dylan wasn’t conceived naturally. In fact, Anne Weying was raped by the symbiote and impregnated with Eddie’s DNA. So Dylan is actually the child of the Venom and Eddie Brock. “But Anne is his mother.” Look, Cates didn’t actually consider Anne so I won’t either. Outside of the fact that it doesn’t make sense chronologically since Peter was like in his early 20s when he had the Symbiote and is at most 29 now, Anne is just a vehicle for Cates’ to necessitate the purity of Dylan Brock. Dylan is the pure child of Venom, born from the womb of Eddie’s first girlfriend/fiancé/wife/whatever and the first human woman to wear a symbiote, I think. I mean she didn’t even have sex with Eddie and boom, mini Eddie Brock is wrapped in cloth and left at the meager doorstep at the sacred house of Eddie. Praise Venom, y’all.

Jokes aside, I don’t know how Venom fans just didn’t go, “Iight, Imma head out” after reading this page. Just shows the conviction of fandom.

But I digress. Now let me regale you just how improbable this is which again only serves to ordain Dylan is the truest son of Venom in all the ways possible and also highlight the very unfortunate implications of this fuckery. Symbiotes bond is how they reproduce. When they reproduce with their host, the end result up to this point has always been a symbiote. For Mass Effect fans, it’s the Asari thing except with goo. Before you ask, yes Symbiotes sexually satisfy their hosts unlike the majority of human men*cough*. Point is that Dylan should be biologically impossible but somehow he is a human symbiote hybrid. And the unfortunate implications of such of incident shouldn’t go unnoticed either. Venom and Eddie have several children and prior to this, all of them have been symbiote. Cletus and Red also have children too and again symbiote. In fact, all symbiote bonds produce symbiotes as far as male hosts are concerned...except for the brief bond of Ann Weying and Venom Symbiote. Gee I wonder why she got a different result? Well there are a few female hosts and surprising none of them have spawned a symbiote child. So logically it can be assumed that woman + symbiote = forced impregnation of symbiote. Well this shit got dark. The symbiotes just became the Jeffrey Epstein alien species. But since Cates swears up and down that is not what is happening, he is going for the God/Virgin Mary angle for some reason.

It’s almost like he is the descendent of the Symbiote God. If only there was such a thing.

Welllllll shit.

2. Dylan is incorruptible and all-powerful without knowing why or how

Okay, backstory time because I never properly explained Knull, another of Cates shoddy creations. Knull is the galactic god emperor of the Symbiotes who created the Symbiotes as a weapon to rule the galaxy. Aside of the fact that his existence retconned the previous backstories of the symbiote, he has the ability to domesticate the symbiotes and make them subservient to him.

Guess who else has this ability.

Dylan is symbiote Jesus, hallelujah. This explains the Church of Carnage/Knull/Grendel/who gives a shit. He is the true son of Abraham and Carnage is the false prophet of Venom. It’s what Christianity considers Islam to be or some shit and both Dylan and Sleeper are about to nail the 95 thesis on the door of Carnage in the form of the greatest mixtape you ever heard.

Look, I too am astounded of the sentences my mind comes up with when I so thoroughly hate a writing like I hate Donnie Cates’ Venom.

Dylan goes beyond being just a special snowflake that was forcefully and crudely implemented. He is the pre-ordained established opposite of the nature of corruption that Knull created the symbiotes for. To Knull, the symbiotes are his thralls. To Dylan, the symbiotes are his pets. To Knull, the symbiotes are a tool to become omnipresent. To Dylan, the symbiotes are individuals who need to be liberated if good. To Knull, there is no such thing as a good symbiote. To Dylan, there is and it’s Venom or sleeper or what have you. Dylan is the forgotten son and the New Testament for symbiote kind.

And he doesn’t know yet.

Okay, this is a common Mary Sue trait to absolve culpability of a Mary Sue character. It’s to say that they are not to blame for being special. It’s like the writing form of don’t hate me because I’m beautiful except somehow more obnoxious. Dylan’s obliviousness to this what is essentially an entire alien species religious revelation is like trivialized because their prophet is a 12 year old. It’s like waiting for a savior only to be told he is a carpenter.

Imma let that last one just marinate for a minute.

Look, Cates did a lot of rewriting and retconning just for his self-insert to become his favorite series and hero to be the second coming. He created this lore for Venom only for his avatar to be the prophet. The intentionality of his obliviousness to how important this is just glazed over the fact like it isn’t a big deal. Just like Cates glazed over the whole rape and forced impregnation thing because somehow that doesn’t warrant a follow up.

3. Dylan Brock is fanboy Cates

Okay before I begin, self-inserts aren’t bad nor are they inherently Mary-Sues. Kong from Ultimate Spider-Man is Bendis’ self-insert. Boomerang from Amazing Spider-Man was rewritten to be Spencer’s self-insert. JJJ is a self insert for Stan fucking Lee like...self-inserts are great. To the degree that they aren’t unnatural to the narrative or overbearing.

Dylan Brock’s previously stated precociousness comes from the idea that Donnie is writing the inner teenager that he was as a kid reading Maximum Carnage for the first time. And I get it, man, live your truth and all. Like yeah, force and subjugate other fans of this series to your childlike inquiries like how Symbiotes poop, I mean it’s not like their fandom is important or anything.

First Dylan is a fanboy of Venom just like he is. And while that makes sense meta-wise, in-narrative it doesn’t because...okay Venom fans are about to tear me apart for this but it’s like someone being a fan of Ted Bundy. His heroics usually came with a body count is all I’m saying and I doubt it would be praised but then again Wolverine has an in-universe fandom so what do I know. Back on topic, Dylan’s fandom and praise of Venom to get him out of the dark place that is his father’s abusive household.

And this is why it’s so hard to hate him because of all the fucked up shit Cates put in this book, Dylan feels like the one character that is genuine and pure in that innocent kind of way. No one hates Dylan and how could you? We all get it. And it helps that Dylan has a completely different voice than every other Cates has written from every other character. Like I can hear the excitement in his voice when he pesters his hero for questions and I’m reading his words. The idolization is pure when he meets Normie, the god son of Spider-Man, and it creates this dynamic of Spider-Man fans vs Venom fans. It’s fun in a way.

But it’s just that. When Cates writes Eddie, he is not only writing to retell Cates own personal past demons but also in the lens of how he viewed Eddie as this tortured soul who just got the wrong interview from a copycat that costs his job. The second banana of a greater and more prominent hero. Born to the wrong person. That none of what happened to Eddie was his fault or really his doing even when he was at his worst wearing Venom, it was Venom who tempted him.

Dylan is that pre-teen who sees the best in everything Venom is: The dark avenger of the abused and neglected. And I don’t want to speculate whether Cates fits the category or not because that ain’t my business, I can see why Dylan would be a compelling self-insert if it weren’t compounded on top of Cates’ forceful insertion into Venom and subsequently Spider-Man lore.

Like you remember Carly Cooper? Dylan is exactly like Carly Cooper. And this is why I like to think of Cates’ run as the equivalent of One More Day. Cates’ retconned a crucial element of Venom to make Dylan necessary to the core of Venom. He retconned the one thing that made Venom and subsequently Eddie go beyond just being a twisted revenge story.

The erasure of Mary Brock, Eddie’s sister and Eddie’s cancer. One is the motivation and the sole good Eddie has ever known. It’s his motivation to move past is mistakes. And Cates then turns the one bond in the series into something...horrific.

Okay, Dylan replaced his sister and Venom itself. His being becomes Eddie’s motivation to be a better person rather the struggle to see himself as more than his upbringing. It’s like reading Spider-Man and finding out Uncle Ben was on crack. Uncle Ben didn’t die. He faked his death. Yeah, that is what this was. So he could evade taxes or some shit. This is exonerated Eddie in the worst way and turned him into a manipulated pawn of Venom. Let’s completely retcon the marriage of MJ and PeterVenom and Eddie, Cates pitches to editorial.

Dylan becomes more than just some kid who idolizes Eddie. He becomes the sole motivation of Eddie himself now. Eddie’s past is now completely erased or made irrelevant to uplift Dylan’s importance to Eddie. It’s too a point that the Symbiote kids of Venom aren’t Eddie’s kids anymore. It’s like Eddie was in an interracial relationship and the one non-brown baby with blue eyes is his one true kid and others are mulatto chocolate eugenic mishaps or some shit that his ass don’t want to deal with anymore. I mean disowning Carnage I understand but come on?

Cates’ self insert changed the entire nature of the series. And for what purpose? To give Venom a legacy just as Peter has one. And that is the problem with Dylan.

@ubernegro