#thread; ty

He’d been tailing the other for the better part of days, not to mention the weeks of preparation and tracking that led him to this point, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It was an underhand move but after evading capture for the longest time, Tyler figured it was a justified move. The wolf had managed to sneak up on Eoghan and with a swift blow knocked him out. From there it was just a matter of transporting him back to Eoghan’s own cabin where the cop cuffed him against the foot of the table. It was just as well the man was basically naked, lying on the wooden floor... with a fat round ass that was just begging to be fucked.

“Quit moving so much, Tyler.” The words were a low murmur, head duckng to try and get a better look at the claw marks that decorated the other’s back, already dragging the wet cloth over each mark. It didn’t seem to be healing as fast as he would’ve expected from their kind, but whatever that thing had been, it certainly wasn’t a normal situation. “At least it doesn’t look like you’re going to need stitches.” A brief moment of consideration, before looping an arm instead around the other wolf’s middle, ducking to nose at his neck. Comfort in the action. “You doing alright pain wise?”

He stilled — tried to anyway, when the other requested for him to stop moving, then winced when the water touched his wounds. Let’s just say he didn’t expect much of a fight to go down, or at least not a physical one; they’d anticipated magicks to the flavour of the day. They were half right: the creature, some kind of distorted Wendigo-thing if he had to take a gander, was summoned by magicks after all.

Tyler nodded at the assessment, belatedly wondering if the marks on his back perhaps might scar like the age-old ones on his chest, maybe if they didn’t heal properly. The wolf leaned back into the scenting, revelling in the intimacy of it; wolves were naturally tactile creatures and he’d been alone far too long. “’s noth — I’ll live.” He quickly amended before he’d finished with his sentence. The claw marks still held a dull burning sensation, but his system had already worked through most of the poison.

Ruts were never pleasant — he felt too much, craved too much — but more so for the party that unluckily (or luckily if it was something they desired) crossed paths with an Alpha Werewolf in rut. It didn’t matter if said party was werewolf, or human or some other mystical creature; the end result was the same. Never pleasant, yes. But full of pleasure when he’d finally fuck into a hot hole. And that pleasure would reach a crescendo when he’d knot and let his wolf blood take control.

But he’d have to get there first. And the process was a fucking ordeal.

@dualities [kink meme]

The precinct was mostly empty, but whoever was around had congregated to one place in particular: the holding cells. Not because there was an escape occurring or anything of the sort — rather the criminals were all too happy to be where they were right now, more focused on enjoying the show before them than the fact that they were resigned to spend the night on a metal bench (at least).

“Still can’t believe your cunt’s still so damn tight, even after I knot you every damn month.” Tyler had his fellow detective pinned against the bars of the cells, one hand cuffed to the grate; giving the pervy criminals and drunks inside full view of his defilement as the wolf slammed into his colleague over and over. Cheers and jeers filled both sides of the room, from guards, lingering cops and potential convicts alike. It didn’t start this way of course. One minute Erik was bringing a perp in and fielding off the drunkard’s lewd comment, and the next Tyler’s possessive nature reared its ugly head. One thing let to another; he had to stake his claim, and Erik was left with the back of his pants tattered and giving the other cop access to his hole.

@ofmenofsins [meme | gif]

“Never thought an alpha like yourself would be able to produce slick huh?” Tyler taunted as his lips latched onto the other’s hefty pec, teeth biting down on Alcide’s pert nipple. Fuck, to have a wolf (and another alpha no less) that was bigger than him impaled on his cock was a pleasure indeed.

@wilyhog [sexual fantasy meme]

    It started off with a slow rumble in Connor’s chest with the first rays of light streaming in the window. He’d always been a light sleeper, so it was no surprise that was what urged him from the comfort of his sleep. A slight shift, adjusting his weight against the warmth of Ty’s body for just a moment, before catching up to what day it was. It was enough to prompt an easy grin from the wolf, adjusting himself further until he could comfortably settle between the spread of the other’s legs where he’d sprawled out in his sleep. He started low, the soft hair on the other’s stomach, before crawling his way higher. Nose dragging against skin, and lips following the same path. Layering him with attention until he found a spot on the other’s chest to focus. Kissing and nipping, soothing any ache as he bruised the flesh.

    “Happy Valentine’s.”

Unlike Connor, Tyler was a decently heavy sleeper. He had no qualms about sleep through loud thunderstorms or noisy background crowds and noise. The alpha could sleep through almost anything — except when instinct flared up, whether it sensed dangers lurking, or the soft tug and pull of a bond. “Hey love.” Ty grinned as he blinked his eyes open, to be greeted with Connor kissing and mouthing at his chest. “Happy Valentine’s.” He ran a hand through Connor’s hair like one would a wolf — appropriate for their nature — before he tilted his head down to press his lips on the other’s head.

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