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liamwinters:

he didn’t care what came out of levi’s mouth at this point. he was already buried balls-deep in the boy and there was no way liam could fight against his werewolf conscience even if he wanted to now. he could have fought it any other day, but tonight was a full moon and instinct tended to win over reason on those days. “sure you do, your little hole’s taking it so well,” he growled out, his thick, slippery precome making penetration a lot easier than it should be with his size. “that’s it.” he groaned as he pressed his hips taut against the other male’s ass, feeling his knot slowly swell at the base, but the girth wasn’t anything that levi would notice, for now. he worked his cock into the boy, making it slick enough to breed until the heat of his orgasm crept dangerously close. that was when liam properly mounted levi, his hand looping around the boy to stroke his neglected cock. “you’re being a good boy. i’m going to make a good, fucking pup out of you,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering a little faster as his orgasm neared.

a small whine was muffled by the pillow he bit down into again, his hands still fist the sheets tightly. liam was letting everything he said go in one ear and out the other - much like when they argued sometimes. “beg to differ,” he managed out through gritted teeth. the amount of slick did aide, and help a lot. a lot more than he realized. all he could do was hold himself up, and endure it. the pain, the stretching, the burning. levi wasn’t hard, not at all - at least not until the alpha curled his fingers around his member and began to stroke him. something in him had him responding to his touch. his alpha’s touch. “okay,” his voice was strangled, he was panting slightly - not more than liam at this time. slowly he grew harder, and he found himself moving his hips forward into the man’s hand - a good boy. he was being good. why should he ruin that? even if this wasn’t what he wanted. he didn’t want it, but he did at the same time.

#liam #this is crap im sorry

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liamwinters:

“you want to be something to me? then stop resisting,” liam snarled, his incisors fully grown and his voice different, deeper. as the werewolf in him reared its head, the name ‘liam’ was lost on his ears, and all he could focus on was the breeding hole prepared for him. breed, breed, breed. all the werewolf cared about was extending his lineage now, the primal instinct embedded deep within his core shaping every word and act. he squeezed himself inside levi’s tight heat, loving how he wrapped so snugly around his aching, throbbing cock. “shut up,” he growled, his balls pressing tightly against levi’s ass to make sure the boy could take all of him. “you were practically moaning like a bitch in heat for this the other day, and now that i’m ready to fill you, you don’t fucking want it?” he seated himself completely in levi’s ass, groaning as he felt his knot slowly, but surely forming at the base of his cock. “you should be thankful you’re getting bred by an alpha when you’re not even pack,” he slammed his hips against levi’s again, his voice low by the shell of the younger male’s ear. “omegas would kill for this.”

shit, that was painful - he squeezed his eyes shit tightly.teeth clamping around the pillow in his mouth impossibly tighter, making his screams and pleas even quieter than they had been before. he wasn’t sure where his energy went so quickly, any other time...any other time he’d went through this with other masters his spark didn’t fade until the end. a loud, long exhale escaped the boy when he felt the balls against his skin - that was all of him. he was going to tear in half, he was going to fucking rip open. “no.” he said around the pillow, pressing his face more against it to gather the old tears, and the new ones. there was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach - why did he ever ask for that? “that was before!” he hissed, burning became more intense. it was hard to ignore the fact the was clenching around someone inside him that was far bigger than he was used to with liam. “go find your fucking pack! i don’t want it! i don’t - j-just let me...fuck.” for a split second, when hips cracked against him - he swear he saw stars. “i’m human, liam. it hurts. y-you’re hurting me.” he pleaded softly.

#liam #tw noncon

liamwinters:

“it doesn’t matter what you want,” liam growled out, his voice nearly booming and reverberating around the entire room. he was practically a different person on a full moon, and it was thanks to the alcohol that he wasn’t even worse off at the moment. “you wanted to be my pup, didn’t you? a pup’s gotta please his alpha, no matter what. that’s what you live for.” he grunted. omegas lived to serve their alpha and this was no different. his cock was aching as he pulled it out of his jeans, the tip oozing thick precome that would normally help his omegas succumb to their heat. his cock was bigger, thicker, now, but it was nothing compared to the knot he intended to put in levi later. “good boy–” he muttered as he rubbed the crown of his red cock up and down levi’s slick pucker. “bite down on that pillow.” he was going to need it. despite his urgency, he took his time teasing levi’s hole before he pushed just the tip inside, groaning at how tight the fit was.

levi found himself flinching at the way liam said it all, how it didn't matter. through a growl, a booming voice that bounced off the walls and shook him to his core. was the full moon doing this? he didn't understand. "i-i just wanted to be something to you." he didn't know it would mean this - he didn't know he'd have to ever deal with this. "liam stop. stop it you're fucking scaring me!" he admitted - which was hard for him to do that alone. fear made you weak, tears made you weak. it was how he got through the system. being a hard ass, standing up for himself - he had no one but himself. and now he was doing both. admitting his fear, with tears slipping down his cheeks without warning. so this would be what he lived for? it was the same as living to serve a master, how you'd serve an alpha. liam said he bought him. "did you claim me again without asking?" he breathed out, wincing as the tip of the others shaft traced between his cheeks. "liam please i don't - i want to go..." he swallowed before gasping as the head began pushing past the tight ring of muscles. fuck that was bigger than usual, the the burn was more intense. without saying another word, he clamped down around the pillow and just endured.

#liam #tw noncon

liamwinters:

“i bought you. you’re my slave,” liam made that very clear as he pressed the bulge in his pants tightly against the other male’s taut ass. by now, a willing omega would have already presented themselves on all fours with their hole glossy with slick, so liam was not pleased with how much effort he had to put into this rut. he could feel the beast within trying to break out of his skin, his muscles bulking up and fangs aching to grow. he couldn’t help himself anymore and grabbed the nape of levi’s neck to force him into the proper breeding position, jerking the boy’s hips up. he pulled himself up on his knees behind him, his cock straining thicker than ever against his thigh. his breathing was more rugged, irises no longer their usual color but a brilliant golden hue. the alpha werewolf in him was slowly breaking the surface and he had nothing but levi to take his rut out on. “just give me a warm hole to breed,” he growled against levi’s shoulder as a hand jerked down the younger male’s boxers to his thighs.

levi swallowed back the smart remark that was just at the tip of his tongue - daring to come out. it was odd for him - to have nothing to say. someone who loved to hear himself talk, talk back, anger people - nothing. nothing would come out. “fuck off, liam.” his voice was barely audible - a little crack. as much as he accepted it - accepted that this life was his life now, he was a slave -- he didn’t like the way liam said it, there was an edge to his voice that he didn’t like. a quiet grunt left him as liam pressed his bulge against his rear. “i’m out of here. get the hell off of me.” levi began to move, and attempted to get out of bed - but liam was still there behind him. a hand at the nape of his neck and pressing him back down into the mattress, a hand dragging his hips up and presenting his ass for the alpha. “l-liam i really...i really don’t want to.” his fingers curled over into the duvet as his boxers were forced down midthigh - this wasn’t like liam. this wasn’t him. “i don’t want it.” he tried again, tried getting up and moving but a strong hand held him in place - he was no match against a werewolf and its strength. it was useless. levi’s mind was racing as quickly as his heart, trying to process what was happening.

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liamwinters:

liam liked to believe he was in full control of his transformations on a full moon, but the reality was that no werewolf ever truly was. he suppressed the fur and fangs with enough wolfsbane-laced alcohol, though his temper and the rut never seemed to go away. levi suffered through that with him, unfortunately. if any of his omegas were here, he would have gladly mounted them and spent the full moon with a bang (literally) but he was here, dealing with a moody levi who–curse his luck–wasn’t even horny. his frustrations were building and he felt the heat stack up gradually until his lust wasn’t just a craving but a necessity. “don’t be like that,” the werewolf poured himself a drink, took a swig, and climbed onto the bed behind levi to slip a hand around him. “you should have known what you were getting into, begging me to take you out of your cell– i’m fucking horny,” he growled out, his eyes flashing golden where levi couldn’t see, and his hips already grinding against the other male’s ass.

levi’s brows shot up at that comment, but didn’t bother turning back to look at the werewolf. instead, he turned away from him more. “seriously, fuck off. i was begging because its been days since i have been out of it. days since i fucking saw you last. why don’t you try staying in a cell and see if you’d beg to be let out.” known what he was getting into. no, he didn’t. he wasn’t aware it was the full moon until after he’d been brought to liam’s cabin. “excuse me for thinking we don’t have to fucking do it every single time you bring me up here.” he muttere into a pillow - he jerked some when liam was there, grinding against his ass. levi made his annoyance and discomfort known with a groan. “liam, seriously. i’m not in the mood. go give yourself a hand job or something.” the human said firmly, before relaxing down against the pillow again. shame on him for thinking he could just use liam for his bed for the night - of course he wanted sex, this was like the first week they were together all over again.

it was the full moon, though the human hadn’t been aware of that when liam had taken him out that day. lately he’s been in a bad mood, but what was new? this time it was over wanting to be serving some sort of purpose to liam rather than a pick me up every once in awhile when he came around. among other things like getting to be old news around the resort - he never had much of a life before, and making a life as a slave seemed sick but it was all he could hope for at this point. a chance to be useful - to mean something to someone. he never had before. “seriously, liam i’m just not in the fucking mood tonight. get away.” he bit out, turning over on his side in the bed - as soon as he got there he started bickering with liam about little things, even saying something along the lines that he wasn’t important enough because he wasn’t like him. just to be petty even if he assured liam he understood. “go. away. i want you to leave me the fuck alone.” he shot back at him, turning to look at liam in a glare. “let me breathe. if we talk we’re going to fight.” and he was going to lose, he always did.

#liam #this is trash

dxmonaimara:

strutting down the cellblock, aimara twirled a set of handcuffs around her finger, absent-mindedly fiddling with them, rather than watching the slaves - it was quiet at this time, and the demon woman was bored. her headspace was interrupted by a quiet voice she knew was aimed at her - who else could it be for? aimara spun on her heels and sidled up to levi’s cell, leaning against the wall in front of it. “sweetie, there’s something wrong with every slave here,” aimara chuckled. then, feeling she had been too harsh, she pushed herself off of the wall and up to the bars. then, she pulled a set of keys from her belt and opened his cell door. “come on. walk with me,” the woman said, closing the door behind him and starting to walk out of the slave quarters, passing another guard on duty. “i do hate to sound nice. but there’s nothing wrong with you, personally. there are a lot of slaves here. they’ve all got the same…holes. these sadists just like fresh meat. literally,” aimara said slowly. “you will be fine without a claim. i’ve got eyes everywhere. you might get hurt - i can’t protect everyone from everything, but you certainly won’t die on my watch. as for liam, if you want my advice, i’d stay clear. but the heart wants what it wants.”

“gee, thanks.” he rolled his eyes - something wrong with every slave, he supposed it was true. everyone had something wrong with them, the masters moree than them if anything. though much to his surprise the guard pulled out her keys and unlocked and opened the door, motioning him out. he didn't hesitate - he always welcomed time out of his cell, especially if he felt at ease around the person like he had with aimara. he walked along side her, eyes drifting and watching the man they passed. another guard he assumed. "you don't think they're tired of me? i feel like it's just because i have been here longer than most." levi shrugged his shoulders. fresh meat, the thrill of breaking someone in he supposed. he was that slave once. a little smile tugged at his lips when she said she'd protect him - and wouldn't let him die. "you promise?" he rose his brows. a sigh escaped him when she mentioned liam. of course she's seen the man take him - and has heard of their history. "he loves his pack more than he loves me. he's just...leading me on. he said i can't be as important because i'm not pack. and yeah, i don't get it i guess. i ain't a werewolf. but fuck. he claimed me and left without saying good bye and showed up playing the hero and i fucking fell for it."

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“i just have a lot on my mind.” levi said, leaning heavily against the bars of his cell as he watched their new head guard - she probably already knew that, he was told she could read minds. but she was different - he didn’t know what made him believe her, but she seemed genuine the last time they spoke. “guess there’s something wrong with me to.” he mumbled, though supernaturals had enhanced hearing so she could hear. lately he’s had this thing where he was thinking he was going to get killed if he couldn’t find a claim again. as much as he was rooting for liam to claim him again...what if he left him for his pack again? what would they do to him if no one took a liking to him. because of his personality he was practically undesirable, no one there paid attention to him lately. he was old news. he’d been there too long, he was no longer new or shiny - he was a used toy. “i’ve had no...energy to do much, not even argue with these idiots here.” he paused, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. “am i broken or something? no one takes me out of here anymore.” and he wasn’t going to beg, either.

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