[lionprotected]

ryan. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

Is that PEDRO PASCAL? No, that’s RYAN ESTRADA-TAKASHI. The 44 year old FIRE MOON WERELION OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM)  is a DETECTIVE + PART TIME RIDER AGENT. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be RELIABLE & PROTECTIVE, but beware, they’re also known to be FEISTY & GRUMPY. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

full name — Ryan Estrada-Takashi age — forty-two (august 24th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega  moon — fire moon  occupation — detective + part-time rider agent family — angel(o) estrada-takashi (son)  mate — benedict thorton (blog) clothing style — slacks and suit shirt for work usually, casual clothes for home

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — kinda like a T, broad af shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), tho he has decently thick thighs, too but not insanely so as his focus in training is topside scars — a faint one across the bridge of his nose, another faint one down the left side of his cheek, a few on his back and chest, eight long/semi-long scarred stripes across his back - all huddled up randomly across his lower back tattoos — tba piercings — none special characteristics — he's quiet and grumpy when he doesn't get to throw punches for a while (or doesn't get laid for tooooooo long, which.. is always the case).  sexual preference — bottom sub kinks — breeding, hair pulling, praise, pits, scents, nipple play, pushy partners (he literally can't ask for it so he needs le nudge), quickies in public places, skin contact/touching, feminization, affection, being owned anti-kinks — scat, gore, intense breath play

PERSONALITY

alignment — lawful good (unfortunately) positive traits — protective, loyal, stickler for rules negative traits — feisty, grumpy, proud hobbies — work, his son...work

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd physical — a bullet once missed the artery in his left thigh by a fraction, he's got a scar there phobias — claustrophobia eyesight — 14/20 but he has glasses dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yes diet — semi-healthy, into home-made food, cooks fresh almost every day

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — (biological parents unknown, but he's a Rivera-Di Cesare descendant) / Maria Estrada-Takashi (step-mother) & Asahi Estrada-Takashi (step-father)  siblings — 2 older sisters who were also adopted by the Estradas; Amelie & Sorayja Estrada-Takashi education — high school graduate notable skills — very disciplined, impeccable aim with guns and hatchets, close combat, krav maga, kyudo (japanese archery)

An unnamed boy was found on the steps of the police station on a mild winter night. It'd been past midnight, snow had laid its gentle caress over the town a few days prior, so only few inhabitants bothered being out in the cold at night - except for the ice moons, probably. He went unnoticed for a few hours, but when the cold, merciless and cruel had wrapped its fateful fingers around the little lion bundled up in but a blanket, soft little cries filled the otherwise silent night until a deputy on night shift made his way outside the building to find the origin of those cries.

He was taken inside and the deputy on duty held the little boy in his arms the entire night, rocked him gently and promised him a world of wonders and sights if he just held on for the night. And he did. In the morning, the child was brought in for a check-up, but turned out healthy - if clearly abandoned. They kept him for a few hours before his case was brought to the current council. New Haven never had to deal with adoption or abandoned children before, New Haven was ... safe for all, free for all - there was no need to abandon newborn children. Or any children.

After a lengthy discussion, there was a knock on the door and the deputy who found the little lion stepped inside to plead his case. Him and his partner wanted offspring, but couldn't have it. They'd taken in his brother's two girls when he passed and would love to complete their family with a little boy. And clearly, Mother Nature had put the little lion by the station for him. A little lion for a family of felines. It had to be fate. And it was approved. Asahi Estrada-Takashi was married to the love of his life and now the father of a little boy. His future mate was just as happy, so Ryan Joseph Estrada-Takashi was born and he'd grow up with 2 older sisters, who were both tigers and enjoyed teasing their little lion brother way too much.

Honestly, Ryan's life growing up was pretty good. He had everything he needed and more, a loving family, a roof over his head - and it was a nice one, too. He'd find that with a little effort.. he could have anything he wanted in life. Ryan knew early on what it was he wanted to do with his life, too. Join the police to follow in his father's footsteps. There was never any doubt about it and he never even thought about a plan b. He wasn't the smartest kid in school, or the best in everything, but he was stubborn, determined and resilient. And he was definitely smart enough to make it to graduation and further if he stayed on track. Asahi also taught him the traditions of his culture, knowing that - sure, Ryan wasn't born into it, he wasn't his blood, but he could be his legacy.

He planned to follow the path he'd set out for himself as a young boy, but the heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it? Ryan's surely did. His family had been waiting for him to present, but unlike his siblings ... he still hadn't presented when he turned 18. They were convinced their little soldier would present Alpha, but until it actually happened, they'd have to hold back on congratulations. And it was a good thing they did, because Ryan ... did not experience his first rut shortly before his 19th birthday... oh no. They really tried not to let disappointment show, because sure - nowadays society was different and Omegas were mostly equal to their counterpart and yet.. mentality meant more than official laws.

Omegas ... are not equal in mind. Too many Alphas out there parading their superiority around on their tongues. And ... Ryan.. was weak for one of them and would come to regret it. After joining the police academy (it really wasn't that, it was a building adjacent to the station) and the first year of training, Ryan met a newcomer who'd just stumbled into town to find safety from the outside world. A little older, definitely feline handsome, alpha and the town's newest sheriff's deputy... who seemed very interested in the youngest addition to the station.

Ryan's family never really pushed the feline superiority, although.. they did somewhat live by it. Adopted felines, they were both felines... it was a subtle influence - but an influence no less, so when Ryan found himself falling for the deputy who - coincidentally was a jaguar and therefore very, very feline... well, he'd definitely drawn the jackpot, right? The young lion had never been the dating and mingling kind-of-lion and kept to himself in school mostly, so .. he was not prepared for the outside world just yet. He fell fast and hard, though the Jaguar Deputy seemed to feel the same, so it was fine, right? It should've been, but it really ... really wasn't.

In hindsight, Ryan would claim he'd been stupid and foolish, but back then he didn't know better, so come his first heat since the two met, he gave himself to the Alpha and ...it went as accordingly, only that the second Ryan's scent changed, the Alpha pulled away. It was not even a crawling process, it was fast and merciless. One moment they were seemingly together, the next Deputy Jaguar had never met the little rookie officer before. Ryan made a fool of himself in front of the entire station and... then dipped, but his family had his back. Why should he sacrifice his dream when he had as much of a right as anybody else to live his life freely? So he went back to work the next day and kept pursuing his dream. By the time he showed, he was no longer the lowest of low ranks. It .. wasn't easy, ignoring Deputy Jaguar, but he tried.

Having to face the Alpha every day ... helped though, in a way. Ryan learnt to control his emotions. His disdain for Alphas and their righteous ways of parading around town pissed him off more and more with every passing day. Comments that he made it despite being that... were the norm, but every single one shot his way latched onto his heart and built a hardshell case around it, eventually. Why should he give his heart to someone when they would only step on it? No, Ryan had made a decision that morning when he walked into the station and found his presence and pleas ignored. Never again.

When his little son was born, Ryan knew the torment had been worth it. When he looked into those beautiful brown eyes, he knew everything would be okay. His family took care of the little boy while he was at work, he wouldn't have made it through the first years without them - surely. Juggling a newborn alone on top of stressful work.. that wouldn't have worked. Or maybe it would've. Ryan... was quite stubborn when he had to be. But his resolve would soon be tested, because he'd soon find himself utterly alone in this world he despised so deeply.

Both his sisters had married and left New Haven, so it was only his parents and Angel at the house when a fire broke out in the middle of the night. Some.. faulty wiring or something. Asahi escaped with Angel, but collapsed at the hospital. After that it was only him and Angel, which... was not ideal. That marked the beginning of Ryan's new life... in his own home, all alone with a toddler. Though it would only take a few years for his sisters to move back into town after the loss of their parents. They.. were not as supportive as their parents had been, but did help him with Angel sometimes. Ryan was just glad to have family besides his son in town again.

And for the years after that, nothing much changed. Ryan put his work and his child first at all times, rose up the ranks despite his pre-disposition of being an omega and well, he was pretty damn good at his job. He did it. His father would never know, but he still did it. Much like his own parents, Ryan tried his very best to be there for his child at all times, but might've turned into a semi-helicopter dad while at it. Some might say he's too much as a father, but he never really cared what others thought and he didn't start now.

Unfortunately, time ... didn't ever stand still, not even for Ryan. As he grew older, it became more and more difficult to .. get out of his shell, his hurt still fresh in a way even twenty years later. Ever since he'd had Angel, Ryan had been on suppressants, because after what happened he didn't want to feel like what he was ever again and heats would make that very much impossible to ignore. He knew the risks, he knew the inevitable that'd bring with it, but he didn't want another child anyway. It went fine for many years, but as his body grew older and the suppressants' effects stronger, messing with the chemical balance between brain, hormones and soul... messed with him. Intense mood swings, violent outbursts, depression... point was, at forty years of age, Ryan... would start going through heats again. Sure he would go insane, Ryan thought about it, but came to the conclusion that he couldn't lose his job only to keep on taking suppressants and so.... he stopped.

It was as terrible as he'd assumed and even though he wasn't taking his pills anymore, he found himself struggling with the same anger than before, especially when he had time to think, but when the time travelers practically fell into their hometown, he was presented with yet another option to keep himself busy every single day of the week.

At this point, Angel would be old enough to be left alone, Ryan wouldn't spend his evenings or weekends debating his life choices (or if he should maybe try not hating every Alpha in town) and ... he did good. Protect and serve. He swore an oath and going out there to bring home the helpless seemed like a pretty clear case.

So, Ryan became a rider agent.

Little did he know that that occupation drew in the worst of the worst and his peaceful balance would soon no longer exist.

[benedictmd]

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.

[lionprotected]

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.

[werepackers]

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."

[lionprotected]

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.

[benedictmd]

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?"

[lionprotected]

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.

[lionprotected]

@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.

[tomundsen-deactivated20250731]

Narcos 1x03

[anothercloudydayinacrazyworld]

[russianblush]

JOEL MILLER in every scene — 9/?

[pedroslakersshirt]

[bratmillers]

his neck 🫠

[benedictmd]

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.

[lionprotected]

"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?”

[benedictmd]

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.

[lionprotected]

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?

[benedictmd]

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.

[lionprotected]

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?

[benedictmd]

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.

[lionprotected]

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.

[snowdenjackson]

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."

[lionprotected]

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. 

[witch-boy-walker]

"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."

[lionprotected]

".....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?"

[followmeinthedark]

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"

[lionprotected]

"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?