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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.