#but a domineering alpha casanova is NOT one of them

[mellpenscorner]

People need to understand that Zutara isn't about Zuko being the hot and sexy dream guy that makes Katara swoon. It's about their complimentary Tired Parent™️ energy and the fact that Zuko is—at all times—slightly terrified of Katara in the most smitten way possible.

[impishtubist]

It’s only 5pm where I am, but I wanna start the chaos early.

What are your biggest pet peeves in fanfiction about MWPP?

SO MANY there are actually some I don't talk about publicly because I don't want to deal with the crap that will ensue, believe it or not. Those are complaints I save for DMs lmao.

In general, the biggest one is how one way of portraying a character will take over, and it will dominate fandom. It will be in every single headcanon and every single fic and if you don't write it, people get on your ass about it. It's so boring and so annoying, and it dominates for years. Tall buff muscular tanned alpha top dom Casanova Remus Lupin is so annoying when it's in every single fic, whiny dramatic reckless unintelligent short bottom Sirius Black is so annoying when it's in every single fic, don't even get me started on Sunshine James Potter, and Peter...........well honestly Peter's presence annoys me in general. I much prefer fics where he's not even there. Or if he is there, he can't be good friends with them. I firmly believe he was a tag-along and none of the other three actually wanted him around, they just had no choice.

Anyway I long every day for the Wolfstar of the early 2000s, when writers actually liked Sirius.

[ofwolfandmuses]

Is that [MICHAEL B JORDAN]? No, that’s [ZAKAR OSTERLING]. The [34] year old [ALPHA] [CISMALE] is a [BLACKSMITH] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [CHARMING] & [CONFIDENT], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [CONTROLLING] & [LIBIDIOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, ROUGH SEX] but don’t even think about trying [SUBMITTING, SCAT, AGE-PLAY] with them.

BASIC INFORMATION;

Name: Zakar Mathias Osterling

Nicknames: Zak

Age: Thirty-Four

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Birthday: April 29th

Zodiac: Taurus

Ethnicity: African-American

Occupation: Blacksmith in the Venois pack

APPEARANCE;  

Height: 5′11

Weight: 230 pounds

Build: Athletic, Toned

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Naturally smooth

Wolf Color: Grey

Wolf Size/Build: Slightly smaller than average, stockier build

SEX;

Kinks: Muscle Worship, Dominating, Anal (Giving), Marking, Biting, Breeding, Multiple Partners, Humilation/Degradation (giving), Praise (Giving), Worship, Rough Sex

Anti-Kinks: Bondage (receiving), Age-Play, Diaper-Play, Scat

Favourite Positions: Pile Driver, Doggy, Bend Over, Sitting Bull, Bulldog, Superman

BIOGRAPHY;

The moment that Zakar was born, he was told that there was a hierarchy in life. Males, especially Alpha males, were at the top of the food chain and Omegas, especially Omega males, were at the bottom. Sure, he may have been born to the Venois pack, a pack that is arguably one of the more liberal of those out there, but his parents both had ties to ones that held traditional views and they trickled down to him. So by the time he presented as an alpha at sixteen, just a couple of years into Athos’ founding? He was on cloud nine, because he knew that that meant the world was his oyster.

Picking up a job as a blacksmith was easy, as he could use his strength given to him as an Alpha to help create the weapons for the guards, as well as tools that the various wolves in the town needed for their respective jobs. And as a handsome young Alpha, the omegas in the town were quick to flash a pretty smile his way - and that was a feeling that he absolutely loved. Being loved, being admired by Omegas was something that he couldn’t help but beam at, and it was a feeling he was soon to chase. Flashing a pretty smile, whispering pretty words and showing off his athletic frame earned him a spot in the bed of a great many Omega and he became known as quite the casanova.

Of course, his parents weren’t upset at this. He was just doing his duty as an alpha, finding and bedding omegas in the hopes to further his bloodline, and that was precisely what Zakar was doing. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to settle down and have a mate - no, instead, he wanted to have multiple mates at his beck and call, ready to serve him, warm his cock, cook his meals and bear his children. It was the way that Mother Wolf had created them, after all, so it would be wrong for him to go against her wishes.

Now that he’s thirty four, he has already begun to narrow down which omegas he wants to make into his mate - with one in particular that he has in mind - and he knows that soon... There will be many little Osterling pups roaming the village.

[lafseanchai]

I am still feeling giddy about my visit to the Wolf Center, and feeling that love of wolves coming back full force. I need to get my hands on Rick McIntyre's books that I have not read, about the Yellowstone wolves 308 (Casanova), and the one about 06, a dominate female pack leader (the book is called The Alpha Female Wolf, which is not great since alpha, omega, beta wolves is based on outdated science. Also, I have already heard her story on National Parks After Dark, and she might not be the best example of an alpha female who uses brains, brawn and guts to lead and will beat down anyone challenging her authority. See the book In The Shadow of A Rainbow, about Gregory Tah-Kloma's observations and interactions with Nahani for that.)

Anyway, have a short video of when the wolves first started coming up towards the windows, and we got a good look at them.

[gcmblingdice]

Marty Stus can fit any Mary Sue Tropes, but some are more common with Marty Stus than Mary Sues and vice-versa. Some of the most common types of Marty Stus are:

Manly Stu: Probably the most common Marty Stu and the most likely to have all or most of the Common Marty Stu Traits above. This character has reached awe-inspiring levels of manliness through pure authorial favoritism. Nine times out of ten, he is written by a male author, with variable levels of Wish Fulfillment tossed in. You won't see him dwell often on romance, if ever, since Real Men Hate Affection. Also usually a God Mode Stu.

Alt. names: Marty Stu on Steroids, Manly Man Marty Stu, Macho Man Stu

Romantic Stu: This sort of Marty Stu is much "tamer" than the Macho Stu, and is much more interested in his Love Interest. In fact, he's more intuitive to the needs of his beloved than most men in Real Life would ever be. He might be a bad boy, or Troubled, but Cute, or this may be just an Informed Attribute. Either way, he's everything a girl would dream of in a guy. He's often written by a female or written to get females interested in the story.

Alt. names: Lovesick Stu, Romance Stu, Love Sickening Stu, Romeo Stu

Uke Stu: Taking Romantic Stu a step further, there's the Uke Stu. He's the polar opposite of Macho Stu and is more than just In Touch with His Feminine Side. As the name implies, he's likely a character possessing the traits typically associated with the 'receiver' in Boys' Love and Yaoi. If he's not gay, he's probably less aggressive and masculine than his female Love Interest.

Alt: Feminine Stu

Lemon Stu: He can seduce and sleep with literally anyone he wants and Really Gets Around. This guy has the sex life most guys can only dream of. For he is The Casanova taken Up to Eleven. See the main page for more details.

Alt. names: Casanova Stu, The Genji

Lemon Stu Anti-Stu: Exactly What It Says on the Tin, Lemon Stu meets Anti-Sue. This type of Marty Stu is unattractive, rude, and often meant to be a stand-in for the male audience. Yet somehow, he manages to score with beautiful women, often resulting in Kavorka Man and Ugly Guy, Hot Wife.

Alt. names: Lemon Stu Loser, Anti Stu Casanova, Kavorka Stu

Geeky Stu: Some males realize that they will never physically meet the qualifications for your typical action hero, even though they may enjoy their adventures. Qualifications that include rugged good looks, strength, stamina, athletic ability, and a strong constitution as well as being charismatic and having excellent social and leadership skills. They prefer a protagonist that they could see themselves as. The Geeky Stu is average looking, cerebral, quirky, and probably of a scientific bent, even if he doesn't hold a degree. His strength is in his gray matter, not his myosin. He kicks ass using wit and intellect. He disarms foes with clever rhetoric and kills the ladies with dorky charm. His sidekick might be an action ready type ready to supply the brawn, but will always be taking orders from Geeky Stu, the brains of the operation. Geeky Stu considers himself an intellectual elite in a world of fools. And he is always ready to put the powers that be in their place, whether they be military martinets or bureaucrats. He will always win over "The Girl" from the Alpha Male jock because Geeks Are Sexy. Hard Science Fiction has quite a number of these. May overlap with Einstein Sue.

Alt. Names: Nerd Stu, Intellectual Stu

Purity Stu: This is the Marty Stu whose main character flaw is... His lack of flaws, which irritates the audience to no end. He is an All-Loving Hero or something similar, and may see it as his personal mission in life to be The Caretaker to everyone, whether they want it or not. He will radiate Incorruptible Pure Pureness, and this aura of perfection will often create a weird inversion of Straw Loser, as this character is just so wonderful that he makes everyone else look bad. He will either be a Technical Pacifist or an Actual Pacifist, unless of course, he actually has to fight, in which case he will fight in the most heroic way, with no one being killed. If (and this is a big if) he has any flaws, they will be so tiny that you'll need a magnifying glass to see them, or they will be cosmetic flaws that don't really affect him or the story. And those flaws will almost exclusively be "good guy flaws." He will often have a traumatic past, and may have been a bad guy then, but now he's simply good. In those cases, he's The Atoner. If he's The Atoner he may be on the receiving end of Reformed, but Rejected. On the other hand, anyone who crosses him will be Easily Forgiven, not because of an agenda but out of the goodness of his heart. He's nice to everyone, even his enemies. In some cases, he may even save the life of one of his foes, or of someone close to them, which most will see as kind but the more cynical will interpret as Passive-Aggressive Kombat. If he dies, he may ascend to Heaven/be sainted/have everyone, even his enemies mourn him/ ect. He will probably help others in a way that may come off as sweet to most, but as Condescending Compassion to the more cynical. Everyone will love him, and those who don't will be vilified. In fantasy, he may very well be The Chosen One. He may very well be able to do amazing things simply through his goodness. If a young boy, he may be a male version of The Pollyanna. He will probably love his country. He will always, always, always be willing to rescue people, even if they don't want it. Is nearly always a Good Samaritan, but very rarely runs into No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. If a superhero, he will be The Cape Up to Eleven. He will often be an impossibly good judge of character, and always do the right thing. Sometimes this happens when Historical Hero Upgrade is taken Up to Eleven.

Alt. Names: Perfect Hero Syndrome, Mr. Good Guy, Messianic Stu (in works where he takes on Christ-like qualities, not that uncommon,) Buddha-Like Stu (in works where he takes on Buddha-like qualities, also not that uncommon,) The Galahad (in works featuring chivary as in Arthurian legend).

Black Hole Stu: His gravity is so great, he draws all the attention and causes other characters (and, often, reality itself) to bend and contort in order to accommodate him and elevate him above all other characters. Characters don't act naturally around him - guys wish to emulate him and all the girls flock to him regardless of circumstances. They serve as plot enablers for him to display his powers or abilities, with dialogue that only acts as set-ups for his response. He dominates every scene he is in, with most scenes without him serving only to give the characters a chance to "talk freely" about him - this usually translates to unambiguous praise and exposition about how great he is. Most people don't oppose him and anybody who does will either realize their fault in doing so or just prove easy to overcome. Often a combination of the above Stu archetypes.

Informed Anti-Stu: This Stu is disadvantaged by society, magic, technology or any other factor owning to certain attributes that make him weak and disadvantaged...except none of those weaknesses ever come into play, while any or all of the "positive" elements of the above Stu archetypes continue to apply in the context of the story.

[dlkardenal]

Why are bad guys sexy?  - Breaking down the popular trope

We all know “sexy bad guys” from books, movies, and series. You need only to look into any popular contemporary work and I bet you can point out at least one of them. In recent years there is a tendency for them to move from an interesting side character position to the main love interest of a female protagonist in more and more novels.

They share many common traits. They’re often possessive, arrogant, self-absorbed, have power in the society, can be narcissists or psychopaths (we will have another blog post about them later), and – of course – they are insanely handsome. All women fall for them, but the big question is, why? The trope works, just look at the members of TeamDamon from the Vampire Diaries, the fandom of Rhysand from the Court of Thornes and Roses, and the millions of people who bought the Fifty Shades of Grey. How can it be, that these characters are considered irresistible or at least very attractive?

This phenomenon has many different reasons, most of them are rooted so deep in our psyche that we are not aware of them. We must go back in time when human society was very different from today, and fighting for survival was the daily life of our ancestors.

1. Because of evolution

In primates, there are three different family models. One is monogamy where one male has one female, and they are mates for life. Here the male is essential in taking care of the offspring if they are confident the child is from them.

The second is the harem, where there is one dominant male with many wives and the other males either try to fight him or arouse the females while the dominant male is with another female or occupied with challengers. The females take care of the children while the alpha protects the whole family, however, if there’s a change in the seat of power, the new alpha often banishes or kills the offspring of his predecessor.

Yeah, animals are cruel. But so are humans, since this was a common practice for our ancestors for a long time as well.

The third model is promiscuity, where everyone can have sex with everyone, love is free as the wind but there the males have no idea which child is who’s, so it easier for them to dump all the responsibility of making sure they survive on the females.

Gibbons are a good example of monogamous primates, gorillas prefer harems, while chimpanzees voted for promiscuity. We in our modern western society like to think that humans have implemented a monogamous family model, but this is not entirely true. During our history harems were more common, and great rulers often had many (and by many I mean dozens, sometimes hundreds of) wives, and sometimes hundreds of children. Ramses II had 99 sons, not counting his daughters, and millions of people alive today are descended from Ghengis Khan. On the other side, those who always envision the downfall of morality in our society like to point out that we are slowly tending towards promiscuity. (The hippies say hello to them.)

2. Because of our genes

From a genetic point of view, there are a few things to consider. Males can’t get pregnant, so they value quantity over quality, trying to almost mass-produce children, and if some of them survive they are good to go. Females can only have a limited number of children, so they want to ensure their survival, they want them to be fit, to carry on their genetic data. For this, they need to copulate with the best male, and it’s a generous bonus if that particular male stays to help raise the little devils. The best scenario for a female is when she has the attention of the alpha male, the strongest, the most desired – therefore his child will inherit these qualities. But they also want this male to stay with them not even glimpsing at other females, all the while helping with the children. In contrast, it is a way better deal for males to go on a copulating spree, having as many descendants as possible. And that, ladies and gentlemen, means a clear and visible conflict of interest between the two sexes.

But not every male is as alpha as they come. What about the betas? Hell, even the omegas. How could they pass their genetic data? These little buggers found different solutions, based on which family model they live in. In a harem, a beta has no chance to beat the alpha, so he goes through the backdoor. The alpha can’t guard all his females at once, so the beta has a chance with the neglected females. Also, alphas have higher mortality than betas because they do the fighting. If we think about a caveman tribe, alphas go hunt a mammoth or fight with sabrecats (sadly not dragons, Skyrim lied to us all), and sometimes they don’t come back, leaving grieving widows behind. Here comes the beta male to comfort these poor women, and if he is lucky, he can make a few offspring along the way. Because he doesn’t fight, he can help the female with the children, so they will have a higher chance of survival, and are more likely to pass on the beta-gene. Yeah. You heard me. Some of us are beta by birth.

In monogamy, the females are stuck with their beta mates and the only way out is kind of risky. The females must decide whether they should take the risk and cheat on the beta with the alpha. If they do, the children will be more fit, but if they are caught the beta will leave the female alone with the children and won’t ensure their survival. Why would he? Those are not his descendants. Let Mr. Alpha sleep in the bed he … well, probably slept in with the aforementioned female. When the males can’t guard their females and have no idea whether those children are from them or not, there is a high chance that they won’t stay in the first place. That way all the females and all the males can have sex with whoever they want and now our family model changed to promiscuity.

3. Both? Both. Both is good.

Now that we understand the system of alphas, betas, omegas – my biology teacher called them “casanovas” and “clerks” – and the age-old conflict between sexes, how is all this related to the main question, the sexy bad guy trope?

If we think of the traits of our bad-guy in question, we can clearly see that he must be an alpha, a Casanova-type male. Power to ensure a safe home and food for his lady? Check. Handsome and desired so his children will also be top of the class? Check. Is he strong so he can protect the female from sabrecats? Check. Does everyone else know that he is the best? Of course, he shows it every moment with his arrogant behavior, there is no question.

Another thing that complicates the picture is how authors tend to make the bad guy sympathetic. How can they ensure readers don’t have the urge to hit these Alpha-holes in the face? They give them a tragic backstory! They are never bad because they are… well… bad people, but because they were neglected, they have childhood traumas and so on, and they are just waiting for the female protagonist to heal them.

And THIS, my dear readers, is the ultimate hook.

If we have a caring female that ultimately saves the bad guy, her prize will be an alpha male who stays with her and only her. She gets what all our ancestors wanted since we as a species grew a spine: the alpha male who gives her the best children ever and  also stays to help raise them.

This also elevates her above the other females who also longed for this male. The protagonists in YA fiction are mostly introverts, bookworms, outcasts, rejected by their environment, so being desired by the “Casanova” serves as social justice as well.

4. In practice

I may sound judgmental, but this trope is not from the devil in itself, even we use it in our WIP. Given that, it can be executed both in a good way and a very, very bad way, depending on the compromises the author makes and how far they go to make the guy bad. He needs to be bad otherwise there is no redemption plot, there is nothing the female needs to save him from, but he can’t be so evil, that the reader thinks there is no saving him.

The threshold for this is not the same for every reader. For example, I draw the line at abuse. If the bad guy is abusive towards the female, then he doesn’t deserve to be saved, but I am aware, that there are tons of people who glorify abusive relationships – I saw many posts about the Joker and Harley Quinn being relationship goals for example. Another interesting example is Kylo Ren and Rey from Star Wars. Kylo is a mass murderer but ultimately, he managed to redeem himself which I quite liked, although I totally understand that some draw the line there.

Just be aware, that this is fiction. Something that resonates deeply with our instincts, but in real life if someone wants to save the bad guy they will fail miserably in most cases and come out from an abusive relationship with deep wounds and traumas.

Here is the question for you: where do you draw the line? What makes you think the bad guy cannot be saved no matter how sexy he is? Comments are welcome!

Join us next week when we shove men under the microscope and analyze why damsels in distress appeal so much to the most viral hero types.

Lory

[dannejavi]

Tales of Dusk: The Drinking Night

"So, mutt. Tell me about the Hale vaults," basking in the afterglow of sex, Lorna reclined on Derek's chest, as waited for his knot to deflates.

"Hale lineage runs as one of the oldest in the supernatural community, and my family wasn’t the only one. There is several of these vaults placed all over the world owned by other Hales members. They keep our heirlooms, valuable belongings and precious artifacts," Derek explained as caressed the old witch's wrinkly torso.

"Hmm, I suppose you can open them..."

"The vaults are protected by ancient enchantments, very difficult to break. It has a lock that only the claws of a Hale shapeshifter can open to ensure that their belongings are well protected. So, yes, I can open them. Why the question? Do you wanna see what's inside?" Derek smirked, teasing Lorna's earlobe with his tongue.

"Perhaps,” her smile was mischievous. “Where is located the closest one?"

"Since there are multiple branches of the Hale Family, there are also multiple vaults throughout the world. The main one is located in Beacon Hills, underneath Beacon Hills High School."

"Too risky to get back there," the witch pondered.

"There is another one in North Carolina, in a private plot of land near a nearby shanty town" Derek explained, nuzzling Lorna's neck.

Lorna smiled. "Great. You going to take me there. I wanna know what sorts of artifacts your family has been keeping hold all these centuries. Wouldn't you know what’s in it, would you, mutt?"

Derek shook his head. "I know its location but never been there"

"So, North Carolina is our next move" she gasped when Derek's knot finally deflated. Pushing the witch on her back, Derek spread her legs open and eagerly licked her vulva.

"You never did this before. You know there isn't any sperm left, my uterus absorbs every drop"

"I know, but I had an urgency. It felt right"

Lorna snickered. "You are more of a mutt with each passing day. But that's enough," she pushed Derek off, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You are here for my pleasure, and not the other way around"

"Pick up my clothes and then dress yourself up. Today is drinking night. Did you not forget, did you?

Derek did as commanded, and responded while pulled up his jeans.

"Of course not. Drinking nights are my favorite" his grin was large and malicious.

After covering her decrepit body with a long grey tunic, Lorna stepped closer and tapped Derek's cheek two times, speaking authoritatively. "Good. Now you go and put this stunning beauty you have to work. All that fucking got me thirsty"

Smirking, Derek pulled on his leather jacket, grabbed the Silver FJ Cruiser keys and headed towards the door.

The bar isn’t any different from several others they had visited along the Californian dusty roads. Its rustic decoration made the place looks provincial, with drunk patrons, a few hot chicks and loud buzzing to complete the scenario.

Derek spotted his next catch, a young and pretty blonde girl with a nice pair of breasts almost jumping out of an opened flannel shirt tied front, a lean waist and curvy hips accentuated by a washed off blue daisy dukes. The typical all American girl, but the kind of who goes to roadside bars searching for trouble.

She may have found, Derek thought.

Maybe she was the daughter of one of these old drunkards, maybe she was on a cross-state trip with a bunch of girlfriends that have decided to stop by. Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

Walking like a predator lurching after his prey, Derek flaunted his sexy self-confidence attested by his incredibly gorgeous looks. He was an Alpha, after all.

He took a seat by her side, glancing all nonchalant like the type of guy who knows what he wants when he wants. Derek has a preference. Some girls are easy to lure out. And they always fell into the type he was pulling out.

Charming. Cocky. Lady-killer.

She glanced over at him, smiling timidly as tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Derek smirked. He knew that gesture, the previous ones had done that exact same move. How predictable.

He could tell she was clearly interested, even if he hadn’t said a word yet. It was his manly features, Hollywoodian good looks on working that had that effect upon them. It never failed.

Derek asked for two beers. He offered her one as gave a long sip of his own, tilting his head back, showing off the sturdiness of his neck.

He could hear the girl’s heart skip a beat.

“Thanks” she blurted out, drinking her beer, her eyes scanning him with increasing interest.

“My name is Derek,” he said.

“Allana,” she responded.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” it was corny, Derek knew that. But despite his willingness tonight, he wasn't much for well-made casanova lines. He wanted to get back to Lorna as soon as possible. Also, Derek knew he could drop the corniest line ever, it would take just a flashy smile to make the girl follow him wherever whatever.

“It suits you”

He noticed the way her blue eyes wandered up and down his masculine form, could smell the lusting taking over every organ of her hot body.

Derek had gained some muscles over the passing weeks, adding to his already unbelievable, rip physique. The way his biceps stretched the leather fabric, how the dark blue jeans hugged his thighs nicely. Derek could practically hear her blood rushing down to her vulva.

They talked for about five minutes. Allana told him some things about herself that Derek doesn't bother to remember. He wouldn't need knew that, after everything is done.

Derek’s grin was charmingly enigmatic. He praised the silkiness of her skin, leaning in to kiss gently the long line of her throat, brushing lips right under her ear and scraping his stubble purposefully. He sensed her body shivering and arousing spiking up to the moon.

When she looked at him, Derek had a magnetic, dark glowing in his inscrutable green, predatory eyes.

When they get back to the motel, Derek just kicked the door closed, lifted Allana’s lightweight and tossed her violently into the bed in a single movement.

“Eager, aren't you?” she giggled, her words full of uncertainty. But it quickly dissipated when Derek got rid of his leather jacket and henley, exposing the glory of his perfect physique for her lustful demand.

He jumped over, ripping apart the fabric of her shirt. Allana’s protests were suppressed as he gropes her wrists and forced them up toward the headboard while dominated her mouth with harsh kisses, greedy lips and probing tongue.

Derek pressed down on her, pushing his boner against her pelvis. For a moment it was savage, passionate until it’s too late, and Allana’s wrists were magically bound to the headboard by invisible ties.

The kissing becomes hungrier, feral, and she yelped in pain when Derek bite her bottom lip, drawing a thin line of blood.

He pulled back, smelling her emotions shift from aroused to frightened. Then, Allana could see something more in Derek’s eyes, something that wasn't there when they met at the bar. She saw death.

She gasped when Derek lifted himself off of her, standing in the foot of the bed like a psychopath.

“Derek… What is this?” she asked, struggling in the bounds. “I don’t like this. Release me”

“I’m afraid this won't be possible, dear” purred raspy voice as a creepy figure of a cadaveric old woman came out from the shadows.

Hunched over herself, Lorna’s walked towards Derek, showing off her disgusting presence to the frightened girl. Allana soon noticed her wrinkled skin that seemed to stick to the bone, resembling a dead withered corpse, strands of white drought hair framing her long cadaveric face.

“Who are you? What kind of sick game is this? Derek?” Allana yelled out.

“Her screams…” Derek glanced at Lorna, ignoring her desperate pleas.

“Don’t worry. I put a cloaking spell on the room. She can rip her vocal cords apart, no one’s gonna hear a thing”

Tears gathered on Allana’s eyes, a chilling shiver ran up her spine as the witch scanned her with veiled, cataract glazed eyes.

“Hmm, interesting. You always pick them blondes,”

“Is this a problem?” he asked.

Lorna shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Derek, who’s this woman? What’s happening? I thought-”

“You really thought a gorgeous buck like Derek would sex you up, uhn?” Lorna cut her off, sliding emaciated, bony hands up Derek’s muscled chest.

“His craving for young sluts like you has ended a long time ago, bitch. He’s mine now!”

Derek grinned when Lorna’s hand trailed her down his chest and stomach, squeezing the bulge in his jeans. He leaned in, taking the witch’s disgusting mouth in an urgent kiss.

Squirming on the bed, Allana watched terrified the sick couple necking each other. She screamed her lungs out, a futile attempt to be rescued from the devious nightmare that was about to start.

“Should we begin now?” Derek asked, his tongue swirling around Lorna’s.

The witch snickered. “Yes, mutt. It’s drinking time”

Between swears and cried pleas, Allana struggled on her restraints. Derek and Lorna had her suspended in the middle of the room by magic, her arms stretched above her head bound together by invisible ties. She was naked as they had ripped out all of her clothes.

Several cuts on her inner thighs allowed the blood to freely drip down along her legs into a large bowl under her bound feet.

Still conscious, bleeding out like a pig, the girl was forced to watch Derek and Lorna fucking each other brains out.

Lying on their sides, Derek held Lorna’s left leg up in the air using his left hand, fucking the witch with heedless abandon. Lorna’s elderly body jerked at each impact of Derek’s hips, and Allana closed her eyes to not witness the repulsive act.

“Do you hear it, my dear? That’s the sound of Derek’s cock plunging my pussy,” the old witch moaned out, raspy voice describing the slurping noise of Derek going in and out of her. “Open up your eyes and watch it for yourself. It’s a grand sight to behold”

The girl started to sobbing, her skin getting more and paler, a twisted image of deteriorating youth that Lorna very willingly loved to drink from.

“You don’t have an idea how good he feels inside me,” she said, a wobbly voice from the force of his thrusts, as Derek eagerly licked the wrinkly folds of her neck. The witch let out a raucous laugh, bucking back to match him. Reaching her left hand back, she carded fingers through his hair, pulling him close.

It was insane, the way that witch’s frail body jolted with Derek’s ministrations, powerful strokes that seem too rough, capable of snap her in two.

Allana’s breathing was failing, her lungs trying to pump oxygen into her system. But along each inhale, her nostrils burn with the grimacing mix of musky and rancid smell that impregnated the air every time Derek and Lorna have sex.

“Yes, mutt. Give me your filthy cock,” she moaned, squirming under Derek’s hold.

While the Alpha kept focused on his task, she pulled out a half-empty whiskey bottle from underneath the pillows. But it wasn't alcohol that lay in it, and the realization hit Allana like a truck as she watched the witch popping the bottle open and taking a long swig of the red liquid sloshing inside.

She was drinking blood.

Grunting out in ecstasy, Lorna was relishing in the savagery of Derek’s dominance, the rush of pleasure at every plunge of his 10 inches cock, the slap of his heavy ballsac on her. She heard him growl and bottom out, as his knot swelled inside her at same time streams of semen flowed in like a steamy heated floodgate.

“Fuck! That’s it!” Derek groaned, feeling his nuts tingling.

They shuddered together, as Lorna’s infertile uterus absorbing Derek’s Alpha vitality. As the orgasmic wave subsided, Derek watched Allana agonizing like some kind of slaughtered farm animal. Unfazed by the sight, he took the bottle from Lorna and took three long gulps, as Allana’s life flow away with the blood in the bowl, leaving a spasming, dying body behind.

"She was a brave one, I admit. Took a hell to finally succumb. At least she died completely terrified. Imagine what she’s going to taste like, pure fear” Lorna caressed Derek’s naked flank as his knot throbbed inside her pussy.

He settled the bottle on the nightstand, whispering close to Lorna’s face with a dark, hideous smirk.

“I can't wait to drink it with you,”

She let out an excited shrieking, grasping his black hair and claiming his mouth in a bloody flavored kiss.

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I am not sure if I have a problem or not, But I am obsessed with alpha tamaki & Tamaki in general. I love him so much! Can I request tamaki confessing to Mirio and hado that he has had a foreign fem omega since the beginning of second year and tells them he was ready for her to meet them because he feels like she is soulmate and tells them how they first met and got together? Sorry for the specific request. Love your writing soooo much btw! Hope you have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening!

Thank you so much!!! You too ^^ 

“What?!”

Mirio and Nejire’s unanimous shockmakes Tamaki lift his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it sheepishly. “You’vehad an omega this whole time?!”

Tamaki can only shrug his shoulders inresponse. He may or may not have hidden that fact from them since their secondyear at UA. He just never knew how to tell them about you, and more than that,he wasn’t ready to go public. All the attention that comes with it, all thequestions that they’re going to ask him. He just wanted to enjoy being with youin quiet.

But now the secret is out, since he’sready to tell his two closest friends about his omega. You’re his soulmate,someone who he’s never felt this strongly about before. There isn’t a doubt inhis mind that you’re his and he is yours.

“W-well… when we met… she was actuallyon vacation from her home country,” he begins, looking at his friends fromacross the coffee table. Nejire had just come back from the counter to retrievetheir coffees and pastries, setting them down between the three of them. “Itturned out that she was moving here a few months later, and she was just takinga quick vacation here to get a first glance at Japan.”

“So she’s foreign, too? What else, isshe famous or something as well?” Mirio teases, clearly interested.

Tamaki shakes his head, “No! She’s notfamous, she’s normal… well she’s more than normal.” He means that in the bestway possible, whatever ‘more than normal’ implies. Clearly, judging by thespark in his eyes and the smile curving the corners of his lips, Tamaki reallyloves talking about you. Especially since he hadn’t been able to for over ayear.

Nejire leans forward, sniffing Tamakifor a few moments. “You don’t smell like her – that’s why we weren’t able totell. Why don’t you smell like her? You two should be scenting one another asmuch as possible! Does she smell bad? Is that it?”

Nejire’s questioning makes Tamaki blusheven more, and he’s quick to shake his head. “No, i-it’s not that either! Wejust… we’ve been holding back on that kind of thing.”

Mirio is in disbelief of Tamaki’sself-control. “So? How’d you meet?”

There’s a thoughtful look in Tamaki’seyes as he goes over his memories. Well, he’s always felt a connection to you,ever since you accidentally bumped into him in the subway. He helped you pick upthe papers and books you dropped, and when his fingers accidentally grazedyours, there was a spark that jolted through his body. He hadn’t looked intosomeone’s eyes and received such a look of understanding before.

Fortunately for him, you had been braveenough, especially for an omega, to actually ask him his name. You told himthat you hoped to see him again, and he agreed before asking you for your nameas well. Before you left though, he reached out and grabbed your arm gently. Heknew that the chances of running into you again were slim, and he didn’t wantto try his luck.

He asked you for your number, a braveact on his part but the urge came over him so strongly that he no longer feltshy or nervous. Judging by the relieved smile that appeared on your face, thisis what you had been hoping for.

Tamaki told Mirio and Nejire this, andwhen he was done telling that story, Nejire was quick to ask the next question.“And what about becoming mates, huh? Tell us!”

The dark haired alpha lifts a hand tohis blushing cheek, before running his fingers through his hair. “Um… I guessit was kind of like this… It’s a little embarrassing…”

“Tamaki!”

He turns around when he hears you callhis name, figuring that you must be back from getting the two of you more coinsfor the arcade. You begged him to take you, since you heard Japan has some ofthe best arcades in the world, so he did. As an… unofficial date.

However, when he looked into your eyes,he could tell something was wrong.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hey, where’d our little omega go?”

He hears a voice approaching, male,followed by a couple more similar voices.

You had been followed by a group ofalphas, sensing on you that you’re unmarked, thus making you open season for amate. That’s right, no bond mark, no alpha’s scent rubbed off on you – itsometimes really is risky when you’re out in public like this. It doesn’t helpthat, for the most part, Tamaki being an alpha is so well-concealed that mostpeople assume he’s just a beta.

When you curled into his side, Tamakiknew that right now, being embarrassed about you being so close is not theimportant thing. He has to keep you safe. His protective instincts kicked intohyper gear, and more than that, he couldn’t help but feel possessivetoo.

The group of alphas from both you andhim, though clearly not bothered by the serious look on Tamaki’s face, theyjust laugh and approach you. “Oh, there you are. We thought you’d run offsomewhere… who’s this?”

If he was telling the truth, Tamakicouldn’t say that he was your alpha. He wasn’t yours. But… he wanted to morethan anything. He responded by telling them to leave you alone, that you don’twant anything to do with them.

Of course, they didn’t listen nor didthey care. The closer they got, the tighter Tamaki began to hold you. When theygot in his face, Tamaki didn’t back away either. His natural instinctsoverpowered his usual shy demeanor, and for the first time, you heard himgrowl.

Then he lied. He told them ‘She’smy omega and you need to leave or else’. Though his threat was to be takenseriously, the ringleader still reached out toward you if only just to stirTamaki up some more.

He grabbed the other male’s wristbefore his hand could touch you, and both the look in his eyes and the scent hegave off made it clear he wasn’t playing around. Upon realizing Tamaki truly isan alpha, possibly even yours, the group swallowed their pride and backed downto him.

The moment Tamaki sighed in relief andlooked down at you, you were staring at him in a way you never had before. Withadmiration and longing. Perhaps he had inadvertently turned you on a little aswell with his little display of dominance.

From that point on, though the momenthad been silent, the both of you knew the same thing – there’s no going backfrom this.

“That’s…. that’s so romantic! You’resuch a Casanova! You’re the kind of alpha they write about in books and stuff!”Nejire gushes, much to Tamaki’s embarrassment.

Mirio nods his head in agreement. “Tamakialways has been a secret badass.” He wags his eyebrows at his friend. “Also, Ican’t wait to meet her!” Mirio isn’t letting Tamaki get out of this withoutmaking him introduce you to he and Nejire, after all.

Tamaki glances down at his phone for amoment, seeing it buzz. Then he looks back up. “Well, fortunately you won’thave to wait too long…”

From behind Nejire and Mirio, youapproached the table that your alpha sat at, a bit smile on your face. “Tamaki!!”You cry, taking a seat in the booth beside him and wrapping your arms aroundhim. You nuzzle your head against his side, scenting him up and and by proxy,covering yourself in his scent as well.

He stutters your name, remaining stillto let you do as you please though he can see the way his friends are staring. “Th-thisis… Nejire and Mirio. Uh, Nejire, Mirio, this is (Y/N).” He had already toldyou all about the two of them, so when you looked up, there was this huge smileon your face.

“I’m so happy to meet you!” You greet,a bit of an accent clear in your voice.

Mirio and Tamaki are both visibly justas happy, and they bow their heads in your direction after you offer a wave – asmall difference in culture. “Nice to meet you, too!”

Finally, you’ve gotten to meet his bestfriends. Tamaki really can’t be any more relieved, since this also means hedoesn’t have to try and hide your relationship any longer. As he takes a holdof your hand from beneath the table, he catches your gaze just as you smile upat him with that familiar understanding look in your eyes.

[thefourthnorn]

EXACTLY

People need to understand that Zutara isn't about Zuko being the hot and sexy dream guy that makes Katara swoon. It's about their complimentary Tired Parent™️ energy and the fact that Zuko is—at all times—slightly terrified of Katara in the most smitten way possible.