fluffy, overkill, and sweets

Part of Anders wondered what part of this was made by hard work and what was just genetic luck. It made no difference to him though. His face buried in that lush chest, and kissing and moving up his arms to his biceps. Each touch and kiss careful.

"Yeah, just like that. I never knew an Alpha could be so attentive," his deep voice rumbles, any tension or apprehension slowly ebbing away as his blood flows straight down. Angling his hips to rub his massive bulge against the other's torso.

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.

Suddenly moving with purpose, Danilo undid his pants to release his rock-hard cock. With a roar, he squatted down to plunge his entire length into Ryan's waiting hole. It was tight, like a searing hot vice grip around every inch, sucking Danilo in balls deep. It was only thanks to his spit and the endless stream of slick that the Alpha could slip in with one solid thrust, however he had to brace his arms on the bike he had Ryan chained to. The pleasure was incomprable, causing his eyes to roll back as his body trembled. He dragged pulled his hips back slowly, growling again as the omega's walls rubbed against every vein of his dick. When the outer rim of Ryan's hole tugged on the glans of his pulsing cockhead, Danilo slammed himself in once more.

Over and over, he pounded downward getting harder with each thrust. Using the bike as leverage, he can pound Ryan with extra force and fully enjoy the sensation of that lion puss opening up to milk him. "You're gonna take this dick–" slam "–and this knot–" slam "–and if you're lucky, I'll breed you deep enough to knock you up with a real Alpha's cub." Danilo kept his pace slow yet brutal, his hungry gaze searing into Ryan's pathetic one down below. He wanted to fuck his way into the depths of the werelion's guts and bury and watch as Ryan unraveled beneath him.

His chuckle was loud enough to draw attention, but their smell was very fucking clear by this point. This body, this pathway into the mortal realm had needs, and it made them clear more often than not. The alpha himself was sending clear signals, unless something went wrong everyone knew how this would end. Except he had no intention of delivering surrender to the bullish shifter. "On that," he said slowly, "we can agree. Taking a knot is our right, and we do it so well, don't we?" His eyes trailed low, as if appraising for a second before he lifted his gaze back up, smile still in place, "We do a lot well too. But I'm no prude, alpha, in case you're confused."

It was a careful thing, masking indifference when the other could smell his interest. His growing arousal, but it was not his alpha status which enticed him, maybe the attitude, the battle of wits happening. Mostly, the challenge, the way he pictured the man on his back, trembling as he popped his knot inside Alfonso. Daring him into a struggle that would be pleasurable for both of them, either way.

"One can have many uses, alpha," He said, licking his lips, "I for one, always want to tangle with a beast."

Beyond being consider an apex predator even among the feline population, Danilo was the epitome of Alpha strength and virility. Countless others—both Alpha and omega—have doubted him, so sure his confidence was mere arrogance. Danilo simply lived his truth, it wasn't his fault he was born to dominate while those he viewed as inferior were born to cater to him.

Yes, the omega before him was another pair of holes and he delighted at hearing as much. That's exactly how Danilo would regard him too, his haughty pride be damned. A small roar left his lips as his clawed hand moved quick to capture the fae's neck, holding him firmly as leaned in himself, breathing the omega's sweetness in with an open mouth. "Who on earth told you what you do well? Some Alpha you looked down on? Someone beneath me? Only a dumbass would put stock in the approval of a weak Alpha. I'll be the one to tell you what you do well." The lopsided grin of a predator who just caught his prey planted on his features, Danilo brought their faces past each other so that his mouth rested directly on the shell of the omega's ear. "Let's get something straight. Getting split open on my knot is an inevitability. I can smell it all over you and so can half the people in this place. Luck's got nothing to do with it, you're getting fucked like a cheap whore tonight," he growls, committing to his words that only a beast would be found in Danilo's company. "And when I'm locking my seed deep inside of you, I'll make you look me in the eye and thank me for my efforts like a good bitch would. If you make yourself look pretty enough, I may bitch you out a couple more times after. Only then will we discover all you can do well."

how the fuck was he here again?

He would worship at the altar of this perfect body, one should never turn down a side of beef when offered after all.

"That's right, drink up. After working all day my body craves this kind of attention." He was a mirror moon after all. Dirk could not resist getting close to someone, his pecs bouncing as a way to entice Anders to further lavish his body.

Leo laughed when the man said he wanted to see his wings from behind, he loved to fly but he never thought his wings were particularly pretty. Still he would much rather have them than not. Be ground bound like some common elf. Disgusting. "I suppose I could let you see it." Getting up Leonidas unfolded his wings, shiny and delicate he let them buzz for a few moments to shake them out. "Is it as pleasing as you thought?"

The innuendo presented itself. Perhaps he was feeling a little randy as of late, but he did pride himself on being a gentleman. Ryuunosuke attempted to mind his manners, but the sight of Leo's wings took his breath away. "Oh wow, absolutely stunning," he marveled, seemingly transfixed by the beautiful glisten of the omegas wings. "By far more pleasing than I ever could have imagined. I could spend hours worshipping your wings and still not find enough words to express how beautiful you look when you let them shine."

he could understand english, for the most part, but it took more of his concentration to really make sense of what people were saying to him. he had a grasp for the language and, honestly, if he tried he could easily get a handle for it but unfortunately even if it would make his life here easier he was just too stubborn. he didn't want to give up his tongue, his language; he didn't want to give up his home; he didn't want to accept that this was his world now.

looking up at the other next to him, still running their mouth, a heavy sigh escaped him as he forced himself to actually pay attention so he could figure out what they were rambling about. why were the attractive ones always so mouthy.

freezing in place as the other began to sing, the tension began to release in his posture as he relaxed and listened. the other's voice washed over him in a warm, comforting wave as he used the power of his voice to bridge the gap of understanding between them. raen was well aware of what their voices were capable of, it had just been so long since he had heard another sing; let alone sing to him. "ᛗᚨᚤᛒᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛞᛟ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚨ ᛗᛟᚢᛏᚺᚠᚢᛚ ᚨᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚨᛚᛚ*" he teased, a loose smirk forming on his lips, as he reclined back into his seat and looked at the other next to him. "s-so you-- you are not looking for-- for-- cock then," he mumbled, grimacing through it all as if the pronunciation of each word caused him physical discomfort. "shame. you--" he grunted, "beautiful."

He also relaxed as the merman's body language became less threatening. He must've been a traveler. The brutish demeanor, strange-sounding language, and wild scent proved as much. Adnan spent years as a captive for merfolk with the same dangerous intensity and had learned how to appease them well. A sense of accomplishment washed over him from the knowledge that his voice could endear himself to the Alpha even if by a small degree.

"Cock?" They may have been experiencing a language barrier, but from how the other smirked at him he figured the merman knew exactly what he was saying. "Cock, feet, spit, I'm not picky," Adnan responds meekly, feeling bashful despite the boldness of his words. It was rare for modern Alpha's to be so brazen as Adnan soon found when he came to New Haven. Travelers were uniquely exhilarating to Adnan so he was easily lured by the merman's voice. "I think your language is beautiful, even if I can't understand." Though, he didn't think that was a major problem. After all, context from actions filled enough of the gaps. Adnan could guess the other must've said something lewd too. "Is that why you're here? To find an omega to satisfy your cock?"

at the very least they certainly had more control over the expression of their more primal instincts. the tell tale signs from the selkie was obvious now and the alpha was certain that people around would begin to take notice soon. well, . that whimper was the cherry on top of an already delicious cake. if adnan sounded like that, just on a light touch alone... he couldn't wait to hear the noises that would come out of him when the mer got his hands on him, or more crudely, got his knot in him. “i would enjoy that.” he grinned, all teeth this time. having someone sing for him, now that would be an honour... mostly the omega's honour.

“little selkie omega,” even if the man before him was anything but little; though substantial bulk aside, the other man was doing everything in his power to appear small. "you can call me øyvind. unless you prefer something else." he had a few monikers he'd accept. though it was always fun to see what someone could come up with creatively.

the alpha nodded. “yes, i certainly understand your needs.” to be controlled, for one, like omegas should be. “you need someone to treat you right.” not well, but right. in the correct way he needed to be treated. the idyllic lifestyle was certainly not for him. it's a wonder how he ended up in new haven or stayed for so long... going without an alpha to put him in the place he so clearly and desperately needed and craved to be in. "only then will you sing like you used to." he couldn't unravel adnan's past from just a small interaction, but between the collar, the man's words, demeanour, and reaction to him, øyvind had an inkling of an idea behind it.

Øyvind's power over Adnan came from all he didn't say, allowing the selkie to project his most depraved fantasies onto him. Arousal poold in his core as slick pooled in his pants, an indicator that Adnan was imagining what more he could do for Øyvind besides his singing that the merman would enjoy.

Being talked down to wasn't enough. The hand gripping this neck wasn't enough. Adnan needed more. His heart was pounding now and he craved the rush that provided him, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by the sensation until he was driven beyond his limits. That's where he'd find the inspiration for his next great work. "Øyvind ... Owner ... Master..." It was hard to settle on a preference for each option felt good on his tongue. In the end Adnan supposed it wouldn't matter because no matter what he'd speak the Alpha's title with reverence and fear. The only things Adnan was capable of considering with a hand on his neck were the actions that would most satisfy Øyvind so the merman's desire to devastate him was stoked.

"I want you to take my pelt. Take it so I have no choice but to do as you say. How and if I earn it back will be entirely up to you, but I won't be able to fight with it in your possession. Or resist. No matter how humiliating or exhausting your demand, I'll do it because I'll have to and–" The pressure at his throat made it hard to swallow and the restriction at his growing bulge made it difficult to think. But Adnan was lost in Øyvind's eyes, desperate for the Alpha's attention. "–no, I'll do whatever you command because I want to. Because I need my heart to race even more than it is now. I need to be broken and reduced so I can sing something beautiful for your ears only."