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shit, shit, shit.
this ... was not fair play. using his body against him. the alpha was everywhere; in his nose, on his lips.... he just couldn't escape him, no matter how hard he tried. that hand around his own arousal didn't help, pulling him right back in - right back down into the abyss.
now you're mine.
breathless, yet conjuring up another soft noise when he thrust in deep once more (too deep, goddamnit) & hips bucking into the alpha's strokes, sucking up attention & touch like a man starved off both. which... well, he was. desperate for pleasure, desperate for ... a lot of things, who was he kidding?
you'll look beautiful ....
should he tell him? should he.... ruin this before it started? he'd find out himself, what a shame. at the end of the day, that wouldn't be his concern, so... he could find out himself. whatever.
despite the rather questionable ...circumstances, it didn't take long for ryan to reach his own peak, shooting his own load though with much less fanfare than the alpha did. thighs quivering, chest heaving & fingers trembling against the alpha, he groaned softly.
you keep this up, we're gonna be stuck here forever, dumbass. "i'm not your ...your ...that." he was not anybody's bitch.
benedict growled, satisfied smirk on his face as he fucked into ryan, hard, fast, rough. the way they both enjoyed it. he owned him fully and despite the attitude, despite the little time they spent together before he showed him his true place the omega accepted it. as he should have.
his hand closed around the cock in his hold, stroking it in time with his thrusts, prolonging his pleasure, making him feel every movement, every stroke and thrust. eyes flashing red as his omega accepted his place, it was done, now there was little he could do to change even if he wanted and this... well, this just showed how badly he truly wished to be owned by him.
"now?" he laughed. "now you're mine, little cub." he whispered darkly, teeth closing around his neck once more as he pushed his knot as deep as it'd go. "you'll look beautiful bearing my offspring, my sweet bitch." he mused, stroking him faster as he started to fill him with his seed.
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ryan believed in the system, he trusted the town's laws & regulations, lived by strong morals & believed in justice - from the bottom of his heart. he believed that new haven should be nurtured & protected - together with its inhabitants. well, some of them at least. if he had a say, danilo & the likes of alphas like him would be getting kicked out, no questions asked. but he had to trust in the council & their decisions for if he - as the law, doubted their ways, the town would be overtaken by mistrust & he couldn't have that.
so he played along; never skipping an opportunity to help & protect only for that to backfire time & time again. sometimes harmless as his bike breaking down halfway through his journey, sometimes those he set out to rescue being .... not quite willing to be saved & fighting him for scratches & bruises or then ... the worst... being sent out with danilo. usually treated with silence, their runs outside of town together short, but not this time. he'd been careless in accepting, stupid to think a few days were going to be fine. in hindsight, maybe he'd been too naive about this, had let his pride cloud his mind, which would bite him in the ass right about now. quite literally, too.
admittedly, there were worse torments to endure, but regardless of what the tiger thought, ryan had not provoked for ulterior moves. he believed in doing the right thing for nothing else but knowing you did. fuck those who didn't. those who spent their lives doing only what rewarded them. fuck that. gods, he was so angry. but all that anger bubbled weakly under the surface, taken aback by the alpha's determination to ... to.. damnit.
it was ... so good okay, definitely not the first time someone took their time with him before... yeah, definitely not. the urge to hide his face growing stronger with every passing second, the alpha's noises driving a deep, dark shade of red onto his cheeks. looking down - or rather up when the tiger didn't, soft little noises pooling between parted lips. he couldn't remember the last time he'd ...been so wet. fuck, goddamnit. this was bad, how ..did he end up here?
kitten.
mind blank.
the urge to purr was unfathomably strong, little twitch in surprise when spit hit him, though he settled again quick when danilo resumed his previous ..course of action. it was getting more & more difficult to remain quiet, soft noises growing louder, hushes breaths accumulating & quickening as he fought.. regardless, knowing it was to no avail, but what else could he do? give in, just like that? cheeks still flushed, a thin layer of sweat hugging his skin right up to the forehead where little beads formed. "shut.. shut up." his fault? pffhhht. he knew the sight he made, hard, dripping & practically panting. he knew ... his defense was ... weak at best. "fuck." cursed, under his breath. damnit.
Ryan wouldn't play a game like this unless he craved a specific outcome. Of this, Danilo was certain. Why else prod a hunter? Why bother interfering? Why care so deeply? Perhaps it was Danilo's own outlook on the world, but he didn't believe in Ryan's supposed sense of "justice". No, the werelion was just another tightly wound omega trying to be something he wasn't.
Too bad for him, Danilo lived his truth every day. He didn't try to be anything more than the apex predator that had been bred down his family line for generations. This belief was the source of his gruff growl, the sound that the taste of his prey was satisfactory. His mouth moved against Ryan's hole with a languid hunger, his tongue forcing its way in to stroke the omega's depths.
With his strong jaw, it was easy to use his mouth to work Ryan open for him. The harder he slurped between his partner's cheeks the more slick Ryan would produce. It was simple biology, and with his nose pressed firmly against the other's taint he could breathe in that pure, omega scent as he devoured the tight, soft hole with the veracity intended for the innocents in the town below.
"It's okay kitten. I know you like it dirty. The foreplay is over, you don't have to put up a fight. I know it's not your "brand" but there are easier ways to get me to fuck you," Danilo says as he comes up for air, his eyes glowing red as he huffs and growls. Clawed fingertips run up the length of Ryan's thighs and back down until his hands can grip those firm asscheeks. Hole to the sky, Danilo spits hard right in the center, this time savoring the taste by only teasing Ryan's rim with his tongue, chuckling darkly as he does. "This is your fault you know," he says, placing delicate kisses behind the spots where his claws made impressions. "I'm only getting off on your scent so much because it's practically untainted, almost like you're a virgin again. Stuck up omegas like you are my favorite prey. With how long it's been since an Alpha has touched you, it'll feel like you're all mine when I split you in half."
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ryan would like to think his home was nice. maybe even more than that. not everybody owned a house in new haven. he worked his ass off for his, especially because he was an unmated single-da...... father. but the house was big enough to ...well, support a potential future to have with a mate. not that he ever planned it to go this way. fuck, he wasn't even sure if he liked the fucker or not. definitely not. yeah, definitely not. still, he ...was here now & ryan couldn't fucking kick him out. he tried. he just.... couldn't. he hated himself for it.
benedict seemed to settle in well. honestly, aside from pretty much everything he did to him, he seemed harmless enough. he spent more time on books & studying ...something (maybe he should ask), rather than to wreak havoc on town's omegafolk. which he also hated, because that gave him less reason to complain, but at the same time .... that little voice in the back of his head whispered even louder. so he went all mad & rowdy just for you?
he knew his job wasn't dedicated-partner-friendly, but ryan had to get used tot he change, too. cutting down on hours & the like was a process - though he'd like to claim that ben didn't exactly think much about his influence on ryan's life either. knotting him every night, knowing ryan would feel it at work the next morning .... ugh.
& yet the second ben brought himself into his vicinity, ryan... paused, breath held & eyes fluttering shut. it wasn't fair how weak he was for the alpha. little gasp when nipped & sniffed, bigger one when slapped, though that earned the other a glare. really? shirt riding up a little as he brushed a hand through his curls, he thought for a moment. given the occasion... "was thinkin' omelettes." with peppers & bacon. lots of bacon. meat, because it was bear month. yeah. with a little shrug, ryan slid outside the bedroom to start up coffee & breakfast, still .. feeling a little weird, but.. it would probably pass. maybe he caught something at work. benedict, the little shit, could follow when ...well, he was ready - or when he caught the scent of sizzling hot bacon in the air. not that ryan cared if he joined breakfast or not.
his omega's home was not what he was used to. not at all, but it was fine, better than the one they tried to give him, that was a fact. yet he couldn't complain, most of the time he spent leaning over books or the strange devices of this time. with glass screens that let him read more than he ever thought possible. overwhelmed, but decided to get back at what he was best at (aside from the obvious): being a doctor.
when he wasn't doing that though, he was either mapping out the city and the people in it or at ryan's, or inside ryan. often, and well, the omega kept putting up a struggle but it was senseless, he'd surrendered the first time and with the bite he only grew more docile with time. it had been easy to find his way into his home, into his bed where he now slept every night, grumbling at him to quit his job when he stumbled in late, complaints forgotten once he worked his knot into him. his moans just loud enough that his son likely could hear them, if he was home.
yes, benedict was happy. or as close as he'd get, here. hands over the omega's body as he nestled atop of him. betraying himself so easily. he held onto him as he tried to move away, nose rubbing his neck. his scent, slightly different now. like ben's, but... a deep whiff, rolling so he could nip at his neck. "yes." he said, releasing him but slapping his ass as he moved, eyes scanning his body. the hint of a belly. curious. he was not certain yet, but he would be soon. it would please him to no end to know his seed had already taken root. to figure out if it was the first night or if it had taken a little longer. there hadn't been a day he could remember where he had not been buried inside ryan so far. "what are you cooking?"
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@benedictmd (festival starter!)
waking up sore with another person in his bed was still ...strange even now. so used to being alone, so used to having the entire bed to himself that he often found himself waking up halfway atop the alpha who'd invited himself into his home. that ...was the only reason for that happenstance, of course. if he was to burrow into the alpha's neck, then his drowsy state would have to be blamed. working overtime more often than not, ryan pretty much always felt drowsy & so... he may or may not wake up with an arm around his waist & his face lodged in the alpha's neck. no, he did not enjoy the man's scent.
& if it calmed him down, then that was an unwanted side-effect. eyes glanced up to meet the other's, slowly retrieving his limbs from ...across ben's entire goddamn body & rolling into his back or side.. a bit of both. he woke...feeling a little uneasy, but well - there was still the alpha thing & the marking without asking thing - or the fact benedict came back smelling like someone else, or the fact the alpha was insatiable. plenty of reasons actually. "....mornin'. you.. hungry?" words rumbled the other's way - well, they were more of a grumble, maybe. it was saturday & the beginning of the festival. his festival. maybe they could... eh, stupid idea.
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Narcos 1x03
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JOEL MILLER in every scene — 9/?
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his neck 🫠
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"i'm not- ..." fuck. quiet now, low keening in his throat, breath caught in his throat. fists ...undone, fingers parting to allow the alpha's to entwine with his as he held him against the wall. at least the hand that still held his. the other, the one that wrapped around his throat ..tight & with purpose, head turned backwards to face the alpha. as his brows furrowed & their eyes met, a moan pooled in his throat, but left him in a gasp against the man's lips.
melting against him once more, that intimate urge to... to be wanted, for someone to go this far to ...to put claim on him... it...was kinda nice, wasn't it? was it fate? goddess no. fuck. that was all him. he did this & ryan was weak for it, because ... well, heat... & because... hm. reasons. little fucker was in his head already. maybe he wasn't dumb after all, maybe he knew what he was doing & he knew that claiming him... would fuck him up. a lot.
benedict.
at least he had a name now, right? fuck. breath hot against his ear, ryan could still taste him on his lips & goddamnit if that didn't make this infinitely more difficult. or easier. depending. soft little grunt, another moan caught in his throat when benedict's hand found its way ...down. damnit. "....yours." there. tell him what he wanted to hear. whatever. his eyes shined golden when he said it, unbeknownst to him, because the lion detective was way too busy pretending he didn't ���care. “what… what now?”
he could feel it, the way his body accepted it even if he wouldn't. the way the mating took effect, as well as the nice hard fuck he was hungering for. heat demanding it of him, beautiful omega, ready for him. benedict bit him again, and again, marked him over and over for any to see, they would have time, now that they were tied together and he intended to enjoy the post fuck haze as much as he could.
"yes." he laughed, "say it, my little bitch, admit what we both want." a hard press of his knot against his walls, letting it show him what he truly needed. what made it all make sense, meanwhile his hand closed around his neck, claws digging into him, if not physically then mentally. the omega would be his no matter what he had to say about it, and his protests, well, they were feeble at best.
"say it ryan." he commanded again, licking at his face, into his mouth, feral beast devouring him whole. he would need to fuck him again after this, keep fucking him until he was satisfied as well. heat be damned, the omega was there to please him. "tell your alpha what you are now."
"go on, and i may even allow you to call me benedict." he whispered his name in his ear, hand going down to tug at the cute little thing between his legs, appraising it for later. it felt nice in his hand, if he was good, ben would let him enjoy it a little more.
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why?
what was this? some sick joke? why would he….why? didn’t he know this couldn’t be undone? would he be fine spending the rest of his life with a man he didn’t know? this guy - knothead or not, should fucking realize that was stupid, right? fuck, was he claimed by an idiot? oh goddess, he… was claimed. once upon a time he would’ve died to be in this place, would’ve killed to be chosen & seen. but now? oh, he’d grown out of that little fairytale fantasy a long time ago. alphas - especially of that kind, could …fuck off for all he cared. with all his big talk, ryan wondered what he'd say if he knew ryan was infertile. he'd surely stop grinning. no, ryan couldn't see it, but he could hear it.
he could twist & struggle, but the alpha wasn’t budging, not even an inch - quite the opposite. he grit his teeth when the alpha rutted against him, stretching him further, lodged neatly within him like he never meant to be anywhere else & …. as per fucking usual, ryan felt it, too. oh please. would he prefer being in a bed right now? surely. but … even like this, he could feel it. a lightness he didn't often… feel. his body content for the time being, insides painted & none too little, warm body against his, breath hot against his neck. but then the alpha opened his mouth & it reminded ryan that … well, he still didn't know the guy's name - or anything about him & besides, he hadn't … he didn't.. ugh. soft whine, following by a groan. he did not sigh. he definitely didn't melt against the wall, held in place by warm alpha. he'd never. "do… what?" do right by his alpha? he couldn't help scoff, a little growl rumbling in his chest. “no?” it… felt wrong to deny him outright, for whatever reason, though ryan would like to blame his current state for that.
convinced he'd just drop the guy's useless ass in the wild & return home, something within him…. something within his heart protested. he couldn't leave his alpha him behind, could he? no… he shouldn't. fuck. he was in his goddamn brain already.
"i'm…" he hated himself already. "i'm ryan." they could at least fucking exchange names, right? ugh. the ride back after this would not … be comfortable. how long were they stuck? with this… his goddamn heat would shift into full gear next chance it gets. could they please get to the hotel?
benedict ignored cries and protests, he ignored the whinning and roared into the night, stretching that tight omega cunt around his knot and filling him up with his cum. The taste of blood in his mouth felt perfect, the scent, of omega in heat, subdued by the claiming now but still wild, still impossibly tempting. If they were lucky, there would be cubs growing in his belly in no time at all.
he chuckled and laughed, short thrusts driving him deeper into the omega, never away, not now that they were tied, hands holding him down, keeping him in his rightful place now that he was truly his bitch.
"why?" he questioned, a smirk on his lips, a twist of his hips so he could feel the enlarged knot grow deeper. fuck, he loved stretching up a little omega, especially one as unruly as this one.
"because i can. because you need it, omega, and if i were your father..." he shook his head, he should have been mated and bred and claimed, made a good example out of.
"because it is my right. and you'll do right by your alpha now that he's here." he whispered against his ear, hand closing around his neck as he continued to fill him completely with all his cum. "say you understand. your alpha commands you."
that was enough to make him lose track of himself for a few seconds, orgasm stretching, cum pooling, if he touched ryan's stomach would be able to feel it growing?
no matter, it would grow in time either way, the omega would learn his place and keep him tethered in this new time. he just had to keep him tight on the new leash tied around his neck, which he kissed and nibbled at as he let the mating, the claim and the knot and cum work their way onto remembering what he was made for.
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what kind of luck was this?
& he thought danilo was bad, thought that he was a feral beast that needed to be put in his place (he tried, he failed, but that didn't mean he didn't mean to try again), but now - while facing the consequences of his own actions, he was met with a harsh truth. he'd been wrong to think the tiger was the worst out there.
this one right here, jumping him in a moment of weakness. unspeakable. ryan wouldn't let him get away with it. not once he regained control over himself again. well, not that he lost it per se, but heat made him weak. all the little voices nagging day in, day out oh so much louder he could barely tune them out anymore.
he was dripping despite the rough treatment, ....dripping... literally & would like to please die on this hill. angel would be fine, he was old enough to take care of himself. ryan was trying to hard to remain steadfast, hold down & strong, because he knew that if he gave so much as an inch, he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. but it was impossible. there was no fighting this, there was no denying (though he'd continue to try) this.
"fuck." this was bad. eyes squeezed shut, noises of all kinds fell from his lips, crashed against the wall just like his head did shortly after. maybe it wasn't. he'd get his rocks off, maybe he'd feel less on edge after this. maybe the alpha would actually turn out useful for once in his life. but then he spoke up & ryan could swear his blood froze in his veins. okay, it was also incredibly hot, but he wasn't going to admit to that, ever. "change wha-" it took him too long to realize, or maybe to just react - or maybe .. he didn't know, but the second fangs sunk into his skin he knew just what it was the other meant.
no.
no fucking way.
he couldn't have.
ryan didn't get to complain, because while he hissed & growled, the alpha paid his protests no mind, pushed against him, pressed him against the wall & had the goddamn audacity to give him what he wanted knot him. he tightened around the alpha, stretched beyond comfort & he couldn't fucking run. out of breath, chest heaving & body trembling, he managed to grunt out a "why?!" why did he do that? ryan couldn't see it, but he could feel it. bound together for all eternity. well, & the next what? hour? two? dear mother of the moon, why? this... couldn't be undone. why would this guy even want him? was he that desperate?
he could smell the conflict in the omega. poor little thing so at war with his own nature, with his rightful place. what sort of silly little idea ran through his head? what made him think he was to do anything but please his betters?
benedict did not like it, except to show him the truth. he could do that. this omega would need to learn the proper way to receive him, thankfully he was always a good teacher.
already his slick poured onto his hard shaft, falling down to his knot and balls, wetting and easing the way as his angry grunts mixing with moans he likely tried to hold back, hips moving back to get what he truly needed, pleasure and nature working against him, just what he needed, heat overriding any silly notions as he rushed it along, pushing any thoughts out of his pretty head with his cock. felt it throb as his knot started filling up, excited for what was to come. delighted in his power over the sweet omega beneath the tough exterior.
his hands held tightly onto hips that were made to bear cubs, pushing and filling him up through his complaints. he pushed his head against the wall, spreading his legs further and supporting his whole weight as he drove harder into him. he talked too much. "let's change that, shall we?" he asked, whispering it darkly on his ear and before he could react his teeth sunk into the omega's neck, pushing his knot fully inside and feeling it expand some more into his hole, making any attempt to pull out harder. he tasted blood, and marked him as his as he took matters into his hand and claimed the unruly omega. marked him as his and bonded them so that he could no longer refuse to accept him as his alpha, and open his damn legs when his body and even mind was begging for it.
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fuck him
seriously, though.
fuck that guy.
once they got back, he’d dump his sorry ass with elias & headed home. he missed his son & it was safe to say how incredibly much he regretted taking that damn job on a friday night instead of going home for a long, calm … boring weekend. with a lot of free time to spend in peace, phone shut off so that nobody could annoy him while he didn’t work. that sounded pretty nice right now. definitely preferable. though now that he thought about it…. thinking about his son right in this moment was …not ideal.
not when he had an alpha whose name he didn’t even know fucking him against the outside of a damn barn … in the middle of fucking nowhere. ryan was not the type to chase adventures with alphas — or anybody really. married to his work & child, he simply had different priorities. the fact he despised the entire second gender that called itself alpha … was another thing. but he didn’t … indulge. ever. even the last time had been … a long time ago. fucking tiger jumper him on a mission. he still couldn’t believe he’d been bested by a tiger.
the alpha stranger was relentless. pushing deeper & deeper, further & harder when ryan’s body struggled to compete. his plea… crashed on deaf ears. fucking …. fuck. fingers curled into fists against the wooden wall of the barn, soft noise no way could it have been a whimper when he halts. so… full. stretched to the limit, filled to the brim — torn left & right, up & down between heaven & hell. he couldn’t even… retort anything…
instead he glanced back, eyes shining a pale golden -on instinct, he'd never ...give him that satisfaction..., trying to gauge for what came next. not that there were many ways to go from here. ryan’s body burned bright, heat not quite full throttle yet, but it would be in a day .. or maybe earlier after this, it sure as shit was burning hot.
at least he moved slower this time. “shut… shu— shut up..” he didn’t need the damn live commentary. “you ain’t …you.. not ...my alpha.” he could draw his weapon on whomever he wanted, so long as they deserved it. he did.
it…. was getting easier. his body provided enough slick to ease the alpha’s way a little more with every thrust. if the alpha was to watch.. he would notice the tension slowly rolling off the younger lion, words of spite & anger soon replaced with softer tones. rushed breaths, little moans & teeny tiny little noises that might be recognizable as whimpers paved the way, though the occasional hiss couldn't be helped & sooner rather than later, his hips moved back against the alpha. if …. with caution.
shit.
he liked them with a little bite. always had. but this is, too much almost. the omega has no respect, fights its place even as his body surrenders most beautifully, the beast inside him swells and roars, enticed, angry at being questioned. most aroused by the omega blooming into a heat under his very fingers, around his cock.
he growls and roars, ignores his protests and meek denials as he holds on tight and pushes in, watches as he struggles to take more than half his cock… untouched, so damn pure. his eyes flash bright red hips pushing and thrusting until he's buried all the way inside. scaring the poor little omega as it is filled to the brim with thick alpha cock.
"too much, little cub?" he asks, mocking and gentle at once as he stops, breathes in the scent of need and heat and a touch of pain, dread. he nuzzles the omega's neck, hands holding him by the hips as he shushes him, holding him up, keeping his cock buried deep inside him. "good little omega. see? this is where you belong." he starts to move again, slower now that the need inside him is somewhat smaller, being inside him at last. "don't cry now, you can take it. i know you can. are you not a big scary omega ready to draw weapons on your alpha?" he asks, again gently mocking him.
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truth be told, there was no such thing as yours & mine when it came to property in town, but the horses & other animals - live stock or not, were .. well, they belonged to the ranch & not everybody was trusted to be around them. some were less in control of their beastly side than others - if they had a beastly side, of course. damien was most likely busy at the stables or on a run - it wasn't like he sat watching the animals all day, but he did like knowing who came by & who spent more time here than was normal.
"he's not, you're right. but he'll find you eventually." little shrug. "and no, i'm not here as a cop. i'm here ....as me. everything's been crazy, out here's peace." he needed the quiet, away from everybody & everything. he could swear the horses liked his presence, too, so that helped. "if you plan to hang around more... just let'm know. he'll be at the stables most likely. him or dirk. you're one of the travelers?" ryan met most of them upon arrival, but ..not all of them. especially when he was out on a rescue mission or something.
he could smell it on him, the sweetness of his secondary nature, but the elf wasn't about to puff out his chest and hold himself up with arrogance simply because the man before him was an omega. he might have been from another world but even he was aware, enough, that gender didn't equate to strength and weakness; and he'd seen his fair share of alphas, in his time, learn that the hard way-- that and the other hadn't given alton a reason to lord his gender over him. they were just talking. for now.
"the rancher." he repeated back with pursed lips and a nod of his head that implied understanding. now that the other was mentioning it, it was a bit strange he hadn't come across anyone yet but at the same time alton hadn't gone out of his way to look for anyone. he simply found a gate that wasn't locked, let himself in, and lost himself amongst the animals. if they didn't want him here they could have come and found him themselves. "he's not watching them that closely," he commented. it could have been a joke but, if it was, his flat tone made it hard to tell. "but maybe that's why you're here. did he, this damien, call you because he saw me wandering around? i would have introduced myself to him but," he didn't go looking for anyone to introduce himself too, "i'm not much of a people person. cinnamon," he grimaced at the ridiculous name for the horse, "can vouch for me though. i mean no harm. i'm just... learning my way around."
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".....i'm not fu- goddamn ancient. i got that." well, the gist of it, anyway. did he truly understand half the shit the kids these days said? fuck no. aware that it would only make him feel older if he admitted it, though.... yeah, so he didn't. "how about ...no. i'm never ever gonna do that, or say that. ever." who even.... what? what was going on in that kid's head? dear mother nature, please ...please save this boy. thanks. ryan was sure that underneath all that whatever that was, he was actually a nice young man. yeah.
"the fuck are you on? this ain't some damn movie." rated r or not. neither. "you can't keep doin' this shit, kid. don't you wanna look back at life an' realize you did somethin' good in the time you had? fuckin' around an' fucking people up ain't exactly that, don't you think?"
"Oh so I said I was down bad which means like. Basically horny. Or like. Obsessed. Crushing on you. And then I called you a baddie which means like hot. So I was like oh Papi slap cuffs in me and tell me I'm a bad boy." Walker said with a little laugh ans he took a seat across from the other while he continued to work. He just couldn't help himself when around the older men of this town they were just so damn desirable. Something about the cop uniform.
"I mean, I ate already but I'd happily help you out around here if you want. Rude your shoulders. Keep your dick warm in my throat, help you with your paperwork. Whatever you wanted really Officer. I feel like I didn't really learn my lesson all the way the last time I was in your cells for the night."
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"when i wha--?"
.....no fucking way.
who even said that? who even would sell something like that? ever since he dropped his suppressants, ryan had been struggling, but never as much as today & the urge to just return to his old life-long treatment was ... strong. but ...he wasn't going to risk the life he built for himself - or his son. "can't you give me something normal? i dunno, some ...herbal tea or... or ...something else. i'm not gonna .... i won't." ryan might've sunk low due to several reasons in the past, but nothing or nobody could make him sink that low.
mother nature, why are you testing me like this?
While talking about the possible side effects, Nolan placed the ingredients inside the empty bottle, he did not feel the need to make precise measurements as he had already synthesized this medicine so many times that he could do it just by looking. "if you are in heat, it will work if you apply it anally" said the alpha with a straight face, well, actually in any situation this medicine would work when applied anally as well as if it were ingested normally. the fairy mixed the ingredients that formed a kind of blue paste, while he used his magic that catalyzed a kind of chemical reaction, white smoke came out of the bottle and left small blue tablets similar to candy. the pharmacist put the tablets in a bag and then handed them to the investigator "it's ready, have a good day"
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the intensity of the frown that creased ryan's brows when he glanced up at the other from his important paperwork was ... impressive, even to the eye of a stranger. he wasn't sure why the young alpha bothered drowning him in horrible pick-up lines, but he was determined to keep them coming & not just today either. "i--" little sigh, soft breath & a subtle shake of his head. "i'm not gonna arrest you for ...whatever ... you said." mother nature knew how much he wanted to. "don't you got a curfew or something? sure it's gettin' quite late out. wouldn't wanna miss dinner, would you?"
ryan had a lot of paperwork to do still & distraction ...was not helpful. not when he could already feel his father's eyes boring into his back & judging the pile of files he had to finish up before the end of the week.
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"Officer. You have the right to remain sexy. No no wait let me try again. You should arrest yourself for being so hot. No no come on um. Let's see. I am usually better at these." Walker said as he leaned against the nearest flay surface, he couldn't help himself. Men in power made him act more a fool than he already was. "Oh wait you can out me under arrest for being so down bad for a baddie like you."
The witch gave his best look of innocence as he held out his wrists for the cuffs, half playing. Half not. Mostly not, a night locked up under the other sounded quite nice to the witch.
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