fluffy, overkill, and sweets

|| Dirk Starling || Alpha || Werecow || Ranch Hand || \\ || Danilo Quijada || Alpha || Weretiger || Rider Agent for Search Party HQ || \\ || Burcu || Omega || Grizzly Werebear || Staff Member at Little Angels Daycare ||

[werepackers]

dirk. 27. werecow. mirror moon alpha. ranch hand. certified beefcake.

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danilo. 42. weretiger. blood moon alpha. rider agent. pure predator. claws always out.

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burcu. 28. grizzly werebear. singing moon omega. daycare employee. shy but opening up. sad papa. stuck in the future.

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bronston. 53. werefox. oak moon omega. professor of mating dynamics and sexuality. dilf. baby mama for half of new haven. sniffing out his next load.

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ziggy. 25. weredog. fire moon omega. police department cadet. total gymbro. aspiring top dog. will claim he’s fucked your alpha. closeted leash fiend.

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ryuunosuke. 27. witch. hereditary alpha. owner of plant parenthood. plant daddy and wannabe baby daddy. hard dom and breeds recreationally. seeking to create heirs to rebuild his coven.

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adnan. 29. selkie. ghost moon omega. musician and performer. seeking inspiration in all the wrong places. don’t threaten his pelt he might cum.

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[werepackers]

who?: open to all || @newhavenstarters where?: Mercury Windwhisper Square

It was embarrassing really. He was an adult, he should've been able to control himself. But between some minor home renovations and bustling business at Plant Parenthood, Ryuunosuke had been particularly busy. He managed to meditate his way through his last rut, which meant this month his Alpha urge was hitting him in full force.

Ryuu felt like fire was tingling beneath the surface of his skin. He needed to sit down and close his eyes immediately on the nearest park bench, disrupting his schedule as he ran his errands around New Haven. He hated wasting time, but at this point, the mere sight of an omega threatened the constraint he placed on his Alpha impulses. Need surged through his body, so much so that when his eyes shot open, they were glowing bright red. "I recognize I'm in a bit of a ... predicament, but I promise I am fine. Being around the trees helps. However–" Ryuu's eyes raked slowly over the person interrupting his attempts to recenter himself, his upper lip curling slightly as he did. "–you should probably get away from me."

[werepackers]

who?: open to all || @newhavenstarters where?: the salty lake

It made him incredibly nervous to go to the lake during such a critical time. Who knew what manner of beast would be drawn to his scent. However, that very fear and anxiety stoked Adnan's omega's nature, making his heat that much more potent. After self-isolating in his apartment during his entire preheat, Adnan was feeling particularly dried out. He quickly dove down to the bottom of the lake once he dipped himself in the water so he could "relax" himself with a little privacy. By the time he broke through the surface again, he was very much in the embrace of his heat and nonresistant to his body's reactions to it. He waded in the shallows, lightly stroking his warm flesh to revel in the sensitivity his time of the month brought.

"I can't tell if it's just me or not, but today feels so incredibly hot," he laments mostly to himself. Out in public, touching his own nipples and abs as the water licked his skin, he knew he could potentially be inviting trouble for himself. The mere idea of that caused his lusty scent to surge. How embarrassing. "If it gets any warmer, I might actually become a puddle."

[followmeinthedark]

Ozan smiled, satisfied with the omega's words. "Don't think I don't feel the same way. Everything in me wants you, body and soul." He said in a comforting tone as he slid his hands down the other's thighs, gently opening his legs. "And that's what you'll get, my beloved Burcu. I want to breed you all night long, over and over again." The alpha laughed, holding the younger male's chin. The bricklayer couldn't wait because of how excited he was feeling when he saw the caregiver's legs open. He positioned his hard cock close to the bear's pussy. His meat slid inside due to how soaked that cunt was. The tiger then began to move his hips vigorously to fuck his lover's hole. He also leaned forward with the intention of capturing the other werebeast's lips again in a passionate kiss.

[werepackers]

Burcu knew. He knew from the way Ozan looked at him, touched him, and smelled to him. With the weretiger he was wholly safe and desired, and for him, Burcu's heart beat with love. Their new bedroom would be their alcove from the confusing world they found themselves in, where everything made sense because the rule of law in their bed space was their mutual desire. With his legs spread and hiked open, his slicked pussy greedily took every inch of Ozan's length. After going months untouched, the entrance alone was enough to make Burcu cum around him. The wild melody of his cries was quickly swallowed up by Ozan's kiss, and yet his pleasure was so intense that his muffled volume filled the room even as he desperately returned the kiss, drinking up his Alpha's taste. Ozan fucked him through his orgasm, hitting deep in his guts with each stroke as his clenched walls milked the weretiger's dick. Pounded by his true Alpha felt so natural that his slick made it easy for Ozan to fuck him with his full power no matter how tight and sensitive he was. Burcu entangled his fingers in his lover's hair, holding him close as their bodies rocked against each other.

[spirit-of-cinders-deactivated20]

Anders was enticed by the way the other showcased himself, a work of art for sure. The dragonblood didn't understand the hang up some of the men in this time had about simply enjoying yourself despite how you had awakened. His mouth hungrily moved over those taut and well sculpted muscles.

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.

[werepackers]

Dirk's bellowing groans of pleasure resounded in his chest. He felt powerful and desired, in control despite being the herbivore. His massive length grew hard in his pants the more Anders' worshipped his body. The prospect of showing the Dragonborn all aspects of his strength caused his cock to grow hard in his pants.

"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.

[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.

[werepackers]

A low growl rumbled in Danilo's chest as he rose to his feet, eyes glowing red and firmly planted on the prepped hole beneath him. Ryan looked absolutely... "Beautiful," he comments, wiping down the bottom of his face. His drool and Ryan's slick still coated his chin, tantalizing him so he remained in his lustful frenzy. Ryan's protests and curses meant absolutely nothing to Danilo. His nose didn't lie. The scent of a desperate cocksleeve of an omega was filling his sinuses.

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.

[kuwentista]

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[lennvision]

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[codychristiantreasures]

[earthlyalfonso]

Alfonso smirked, eyes on him, like the unfearing prey, matching the stare of his hunter. The glowing eyes, the lines on his face. The taunt in his words, the power barely held back. The alpha, whatever his many faults may be, was not dumb. He could give it back in more ways than one and the fae enjoyed it so. "Words you like." He said simply, nursing on his drink as he met his eyes. Perhaps, words he'd whisper to him, if he proved worthy. He wasn't too certain he would.

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."

He got up, closing the space between them with swift movements, one hand in a strong thigh, the other on his neck. The smell overpowering from this close, almost making him moan. Alfonso did love daring an alpha like this. "It would be your luck, making me your bitch. Want to try your luck?" He thought he might let the alpha pay for his drink, get a room, but something about this... well, he wanted to see what he did next.

[werepackers]

What could he say? Danilo was in tune with his instinctual desires. He never subscribed to a duality of self that some shifters attempted to uphold. They weren't human, they were better, and at the pinnacle of New Haven's superior hierarchy dwelt the feline pack.

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."

[followmeinthedark]

He saw the alpha coming towards him, but he only realized that he was already cornered when he had to stretch his arm to reach his glass, but as soon as he touched the glass he left the drink aside as there was something more interesting with the to worry about. Eric was impressed with how direct the weretiger had been and he needed to think a little to give a suitable answer “they say I have that effect on people” he smiled “well, I hope I can provide you with a feast” he replied while bit his lower lip. “Your promises are leaving me with high expectations, Danilo…” he commented, already able to feel the pheromones of what the other man was releasing, a lump formed in his throat when the other male kissed his chin and he sighed when his thigh was touched and pressed “you convinced me, let’s go somewhere else and I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow…”

[werepackers]

See? All omegas were just prey waiting to be conquered. Hunt them down well and they'll melt in an Alpha's palm no matter how many games of keep away they choose to play. The gentle kisses Danilo languished Eric's skin with in no way conveyed his truest intent. He was going to devour this merman. With a grin and eyes glowing red, Danilo lifted Eric over his shoulder, carting him away with the whole bar watching. By sight, they would know the omega belonged to him tonight, but Danilo would only be satisfied once his musk pumped potently through the other's bloodstream. He wasn't a romantic though, simply a hunter on the prowl which was why he carried Eric to the bathroom. Seating him on the counter once in, Danilo inserted his body between the merman's thighs so they wouldn't close, taking the omega's mouth into his own with a hungry kiss. Furiously he gripped and pawed as they made out, his claws fraying the fabric of Eric's clothing as he explored the merman's body.

[lionprotected]

how the fuck was he here again?

"shut.. shh, fuck." they weren't even... this wasn't supposed to happen again. the last time had been... enough. ryan swore to himself he wouldn't ... fuck. his body had been all too happy opening up for the alpha again, regardless of what ryan thought or said - he'd been more than welcoming. a little growl, a little feline proximity & a hand on his ass had been all that was needed to break his defenses this time & god, words were not enough to describe how much he hated the tiger for this; gushing when he knew ryan couldn't stand up for himself. or stand at all. no retorts, no nothing. just soft grunts & even softer noises it really wasn't whimpers! pouring from the omega's lips & fuck, he couldn't stop himself from clenching around the other, milking him for all he was worth, maybe he even leaned up a little against the other, searching for that skin contact he craved & the omega rejoiced while ryan... did not. all fucking day, my ass. yes, please. like hell. "you... you..." fuck, c'mon. "you ever shut .. the fuck up?"

[werepackers]

No part of Danilo wanted to improve his relationship with Ryan. The omega hated him and that was totally fine to the weretiger. It didn't change the fact that Ryan desired to be bitched out and controlled constantly, he was an omega after all. And for all his talk about being strong and independent, he sure did bend over quickly for any Alpha who growled at him. Yeah, Ryan's sourpuss attitude kept his hole nice and tight, so why would Danilo want things to change. "I'm sorry, did you say something? It's hard to understand you. I don't speak fuckbitch," Danilo chortled as he continued to pump his cock in and out of Ryan's hot, slicked hole. It was honestly some of the best pussy in all of New Haven, Danilo's low rumbles and purrs prove that he really could fuck it all day. Despite his prodding, he heard Ryan just fine. Only one thing would make Danilo stop degrading the omega and that was a chorus of pretty screams so that's what he set out to make. Hooking Ryan's arms in his own, Danilo gained leverage to start fucking harder, pounding upwards into the omega's ass as if the werelion was nothing more than a fleshlight. "Oh fuck, you tighten up so much when I hit this deep. That's right, keep pumping out the slick for me. This is some top-notch hole. Almost as good as Angel's."

[spirit-of-cinders-deactivated20]

That shirt came off and there were a few seconds where Anders' already small brain began to short circuit. Perhaps this is what it felt like to be one of those needy sex addled little omegas he saw running around. Funny till faced with this and he suddenly had sympathy for them. Burying his face in Dirk's chest he licked and kissed his way over the expanse of those round perfectly meaty pectorals. His hands warm and exploratory covering every inch of him, mapping it out slowly and deliberately. His lips found purchase around Dirk's nipple and he began to suckle like it would yield him something.

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

[werepackers]

Dirk adopted a pose that felt most natural. As Anders went to work on his body, the werecow's hands interlocked behind his head, allowing his arms to lift and his bicepts to bulge slightly. Looking down at the shifter capable of tearing into his flesh with fangs and claws salivating over him made Dirk feel superior in a way. This was a carnivore, and Alpha no less, breathing him in like some omega in heat. Dirk could get used to it.

"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.

[werepackers]

Excellent slut, good boy, the more Nash teased him with these pet names the more Ziggy wanted to be called them definitively. He wanted to be praised for giving the lion pleasure no other omega could just as badly as he wanted to be bred until his hole was a loose-sloppy mess. "I do! I do! I love the way you smell," he confirmed while sniffing incredibly deeply at Nash's crotch. An Alpha's underwear seemed like an excellent treat, which meant he would really have to push his limits to earn it. "You're so fucking huge, I don't think I can take it..." he says, mouth agape while he got his face beat by the cock he desired. Ziggy's hands worshiped Nash's thighs and torso with long strokes, his blue eyes never looking anywhere but up at the Alpha. "...but a good slut can be made to take it, right? Will you please make me take every inch?" he begs with wide, puppydog eyes. He holds this look as he takes Nash's length in hand, moves it towards his open mouth, and begins to slurp and suck him hungrily. Whimpers and moans could be heard, but as he begins to take Nash deeper into his throat, Ziggy can be heard gagging a bit. But he doesn't dare remove his lips from around the Alpha dick he's been blessed with, the musky, post-workout taste shooting pleasure right to his brain.

[followmeinthedark]

From the first time he saw Ziggy, the lion already knew that he was perfect to become a slut and that it only took a certain effort to get him to accept that side of himself, now that Nash had managed to break through the shell it would just be fun between him and his new puppy. He bit his bottom lip as the smaller male eagerly took the cock into his mouth, he loved the way that warm, wet mouth accommodated It “you’re really cockhungry aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, knowing the other wouldn't interrupt the blowjob just to talk. The weredog's gagging painted a smile on the alpha's face, and he grabbed the brown strands of hair and began to thrust his hips forward, deepening his meat into the omega's throat, until the slightly younger man's nose was buried in his pubic hair. of the technician. “If your mouth is already like this, imagine what it will be like to fuck your hole” he commented, starting a series of vigorous thrusts into the police cadet's mouth.

[werepackers]

Ziggy was stretching his jaw as wide as it could go just so he could swallow Nash down. Of course he was cockhungry, his omega instincts kicking into full gear now that he was getting a noseful of sweaty Alpha musk. Having his throat stroked by such a huge dick conjured the drool bubbling up past his lips. His body wanted Nash to plunge into the depths of his gullet and pump a load for Ziggy to feast on, meaning there was little resistance as he was made to take the werelion deeper and deeper. Even as his throat crunched from being stretched out, even as his entire body jerked from the force of his audible wrenching, even as tears started to stream from his bulging eyes, Ziggy's pheromones continued to grow more potent. He was quickly reduced to a mess with all the drool and slobber once Nash began to face fuck him. Clearly in his happy place, he never once attempted to pull away or allowed the virile Alpha's cock to go cold, obviously enjoying being used in such a way. Precum stained the front of his jockstrap while slick continued to pool on the floor beneath him.

[auricfairyleo]

"I think that is uh- any interesting way to look at it. You need to be grounded to feel nature. How...odd." Leo said his brow raised as he looked over the other, down to his feet. "Must be tiring walking all the time."

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?"

[werepackers]

"We're all different. I'd find using my magic to fly around everywhere to be exhausting but to each their own." There's a slight lilt to Ryuu's lips as an amusing thought crosses his mind. "I wonder how long it would take to tire you out if I had you on the ground."

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."

[snowdenjackson]

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."

[werepackers]

Singing for his life was second nature to Adnan. For years, his voice and body were the only tools he had to protect himself from harm so he had to learn to use them well. It'd been so long since he let anxiety drive him to burst out into song like that, but being put in such a position made him feel ... right.

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?"

[wintertouched]

he was easy, complex but easy. with just a couple of words, a touch, a show of teeth. and øyvindullr could feel the other becoming putty in his hands, or rather, against his fingertips. the merman felt adnan's pulse quicken, a reactionary response to him. it was like a feedback loop; the selkie smelling his arousal, triggering the cloud of desire in himself, øyvind smelling and feeling that bouncing back into him and heightening the buzz of lust within the alpha. as much as omegas were slaves to their nature, alphas were, in a sense, too.

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.

the merman reached forward, fingers and thumb now curling around the omega's neck, applying a little bit of pressure, but not quite squeezing just yet. "tell me then, what would you want me to do to you first? use that pretty voice of yours." he wanted to hear the strain in that mesmerising voice. only then would the alpha press against the other's neck and adam's apple more firmly.

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The merman wasn't saying anything explicit or even remotely harsh, and yet his cool tone sent shivers down Adnan's spine. The Alpha wanted him, that much his nose told him. But something else was occurring between the two of them, something that allowed the omega to dwell in the realm of imagination and possibility.

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."