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“I know what alphas think of needy wanton omegas. You didn't have to say it, all of you are the same.” he said with a little moan as he was pulled to him. Kraden was solid and warm. He was pulled tightly to that glorious body and Grim couldn't help himself but let out a whimpering moan. Every sense was full of the alpha, his lungs, his ears, the hot bread against his skin.

“I'll be your good boy.” As those fingers were pressed to his lips even his sense of taste. He wrapped his lips around the other man's digits slowly sucking on them, his tongue lavishing the fingers to get them nice and wet.

Speaking of wet he knew his underwear was done for, his slick would have already ruined his pants had he not taken them off already and he felt bad about how it was probably going to get all over the alpha's pants. He pulled his mouth off the other's fingers and licked his lips panting. “Fuck I need you.”

-🦈- "I happen to enjoy needy wanton omegas." Kraden liked the thrill of the hunt as much as any apex predator would but that didn't mean the easier one's were lost on him; he enjoyed an omega's sweetness regardless of how hard he had to work for it. "You don't sound too bothered being wanton." Kraden called out the way the omega was already moaning against him as he leaned forward a bit more to press his lips softly against the younger's jaw. "I like how you sound, being needy."

Groaning, himself, as those plush lips parted and wrapped around his offered digits Kraden's arousal became even more obvious as he pressed himself against the omega; fully hardened and aching to be buried deep inside him.

"You need what?" Dragging this out longer than he needed too, Kraden held out and denied them both of what they wanted just so he could have his fun. Slipping the omega's underwear down, not bothering to remove it fully as the elastic band snapped into place just beneath the curve of his cheeks, Kraden took his hand away from in front of the omega's mouth and lowered it down between them. "Use your words." The alpha taunted, breath hot against the omega's jaw, as he pushed his spit soaked fingers into the boy's slicked, waiting entrance. "Tell me exactly what you want."

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Back in Anders day, a world without law if you were outside of a city, he did his best to maintain sensibility. Just because he desired this omega more than anything in this moment didn't mean that he needed to act like the beast he wanted so desperately to be. His father had taught him to be a warrior, and a gentleman, omegas were doing the greatest of honors by bearing their children. He breathed out evening himself as he got up from where he was, coming closer to the man.

"Jeremy. A handsome name for a handsome man." he said offering his hand to the omega, a gesture to show the other that he had no intention of forcing himself on him. The other was stunning, and even if he weren't in the troughs of heat he'd stir Anders' loins.

"It would be my pleasure. My honor to help you." Anders took in a deep breathe, letting the scent of the omega fill his lungs, letting out a long low growl of desire, his own eyes alight with hunger, a glowing amber, "I would never think less of you for saying your needs. You are a stunning thing you know. Ravishing even in moon light."

#draconicanders #threads [anders & jeremy]

-🐻- While he technically didn't need for Anders to be this polite with him, he would have been fine if the dragon had acted more animalistic and simply taken what was being offered to him, in a strange way it helped. At least, it made the growing and every present need more bearable.

"You aren't like most Alpha's I've know." He'd ignored the build up to his heat, foolishly thinking he'd be fine on his own if he took some suppressants and kept his distance, but his own body betrayed him in the end. At least Anders seemed kind; he certainly could have brought worse around with his scent.

Taking the hand offered to him and squeezing it, Jeremy trembled as his breath was suddenly overwhelmed with the Alpha's scent now that he was practically on top of him. Letting instinct guide him more than thought, he gripped at the dragon's neck to pull him close as he brought their lips together in a heated, desperate exchange. "Please," the word reverberated under a huff of his breath as his fingers dug into the other's skin with need.

Grim shuddered, he was sure that the other man noticed it, the way his body leaned into the alpha. It had been a long time since he had a good rough ride from an alpha. He tried not to let alphas have what they wanted from him, but there were times when he couldn't help his biology. He wondered just how weak the other man saw him as he moved closer to the other, reaching out to take his hand.

Leading the other with him back to the break room. It wasn't like they took money for the items in the store, stealing wasn't a problem all Grim really did was keep up with inventory. He hated himself for seeming so eager but if he went on too much like this he would slick through his pants.

Grim brought the other into the break room turning to lock the door behind them. "I'm not some helpless omega just so you know. You're just really hot. That's all." A soft whine came from him as he took off his pants and touched his slicked hole. "Fuck look what you did to me Mister."

-🦈- Taking the hand as it was offered to him, Kraden gave little to no thought for the trinkets he was supposed to be taking with him. If someone else came into the store and wanted them they could have them. The shark was far more content with what he was getting in the back break room.

"Good," a quiet, rumbling snarl echoed in his breath as the red in his eyes seemed to darken as the omega locked them in. "Now that replacement of yours can't interrupt us."

The front of his pants were straining around his arousal as he watched the young omega quickly remove his pants. Kraden's jagged smile widened as he took a deep breath in, inhaling the sweet scent of a needy, slicked omega. "I don't remember calling you helpless." Stalking forward, closing off what little distance remained between them. "I want this just as much so I'm no better than you are. It's just because you're hot."

Grinning, Kraden stepped around the omega so that he was now positioned behind him. Pressing up against him without a care in the world for the younger's slick to stain the front of his pants, Kraden wrapped one arm around his midsection to pull the boy tight against him as he lifted his other to hold his index finger and middle finger before the boy's lips. "Be a good boy." He growled as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of the younger's ear. He could have easily used the slick to his advantage here but he got more out of this. "Wet them for me."

Grim hated himself for how much he was letting out without meaning to, his parents had been thoroughly disappointed in him, and right now he was thoroughly disappointed in himself. This alpha was tall, commanding, mysterious. Sure of himself. Grim squirmed in his seat, he was already starting to slick at the idea of the other man taking him in the break room, the table would certainly hold them.

Part of his mind tried to convince him it was nice to be wanted. That was all it was. "We have a break room. It's empty right now." he said his voice low and there was an edge of whine to it at what the other man implied. "Do I smell good to you, sir? Because you smell, amazing to me sir."

-🦈- "Empty? Is that so?" Licking his lips, he stepped back and made his way around the counter so that there wasn't a barrier between them anymore. Taking the opportunity to look the omega over fully where he sat, Kraden narrowed his red eyes at the man as his smile widened, showing more of his sharpened teeth, as the young omega unraveled before him.

"You smell even better now," reaching down as he implied that he could smell the omega's slick, Kraden shamelessly adjusted himself as his glowing eyes flicked from the younger man to the counter next to him. "You going to show me to this empty break room of yours or do you want to help me out right here in the middle of the shop?"

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Anders watched with rapt attention, his eyes scanning over every inch of the other, drinking in his...situation. The dragonblood was aware of what was happening though it seemed cruel to him to point it out, even if his body longed for him to close the space between them. He took a seat on the ground his wings, stretched out, he thought about folding them back in, but he left them out for now just in case the beautiful omega wanted him to leave instead.

"I will not move a muscle till you tell me to, but I could say the same for you. You smell. Magnificent. A siren song on the wind." Anders smiled licking his lips, leaning back on his hands as he watched the other. "My name is Anders. In case that matters to you."

#draconicanders #threads [anders & jeremy]

-🐻- To his surprise the Alpha was showing incredible restraint and respect which left him with two viable options here. Jeremy could continue with his stubborn denial and ask the Alpha to leave him be so he could stumble back home and take a suppressant and lock himself away until it passed or he could give in to the natural order and ask the Alpha to help him out so he could get back to some semblance of normal a bit quicker. He wasn't sure though if he was going to be able to ask in his state or if he would just immediately start begging.

Gritting his teeth together, his breaths sounding more like suppressed moans than exhales, he balled his hands into fists and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to focus. "It-- it helps, thank you Anders. I'm Jer-- Jeremy."

It was time to make his choice.

"I need you," he groaned as he looked back over his shoulder again, eyes golden and glowing. "I need you to help me Anders. It's-- it's only going to get worse," his heat was only going to get stronger if he didn't try to sate it now. "Don't think less of me, but I need you to knot me."

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Anders was not one to wander in this modern age, he had fallen through time and that made the dragonblood a bit more timid than he normally would be. It wasn't just a new place, a new century. A new world for him, but damned if he couldn't help when he smelled an omega in heat. His nose led him, his wings carried him high over the tips of the trees in the forest, the wind was his friend bringing him that delightful scent.

The dragonblood circled overhead hie eyes scanning the area in the darkness, he didn't have the incredibly honed sense of a shifter, but he was well versed enough in combat that he could see was alert enough to see movements in the shadows. He got lucky however when he saw the omega shift back into a human in a clearing, clearly visible. Touching down Anders thought the other looked like he was sin pain. "Hello? Are you alright?"

#draconicanders #threads [anders & jeremy]

-🐻- "Fine. I'm fine." He was practically yelling at the other as they landed near him. The concern was kind, and something he might have appreciated given different circumstances, but even without the breezes help in his current condition he was all too aware of the other's scent. Alpha. He wasn't in pain. Any discomfort he was feeling came more from the fact he was stubbornly trying to deny his heat.

"Stay--" Jeremy's plea caught in his throat with a hitched breath, his chest heaving, as his heat reacted to the other's scent. They weren't even close enough to touch him and his body was already beginning to produce slick; releasing lustful pheromones into the air around him. "Just stay over there. I--" Jeremy groaned as he looked back over his shoulder at the other which only turned out to be a big mistake as seeing how attractive the Alpha was only pulled at his need even more.

"Fuck you smell good."

Grim normally despised men like this, tall handsome, reeking of alpha pheromones that made his skin crawl, by there was something endearing about the cold eyes that matched his own. The ocelot leaned forward on his elbows as he took the items and removed them from inventory, slowly wrapping them up for the other man.

"Depends on what you need help with I guess. I get off my shift in a few more minutes. You'll be my last customer. So if you need something professional you'll have to wait for my replacement to get here." Grim's nose twitched and he hated himself for how his body reacted to the smell of an alpha, his muscles tightened his pupils dilated a bit.

-🦈- The young man's scent wasn't lost on him. In fact, he'd like to blame the route his thoughts were taking on the fact the boy was an omega. Even now, as he was trying to push them aside and focus on simple small talk, all he was thinking about was taking the pretty young thing up against one of the store front windows. If he wasn't careful, his own scent was going to be riddled with the weight of his current attraction.

"There is nothing professional about what I have in mind. The last thing I'm interested in is your replacement." Kraden answered as he reached up to adjust his collar. A more polite, or well trained, Alpha would have likely excused themself but the shark had no qualms with being crude or forward. "Do you have a break room here, or is there a bathroom nearby? I can smell you," he spoke in a lower, graveled, huskier tone as he leaned against the counter between them with glowing red eyes. "I know you want to help me."

heartguardingscale

Well now, that's quite the display. The brazen confidence was rather amusing, Tao had to admit. This bloke clearly had no qualms about putting himself on full display. Cheeky bastard.

A smile played at Tao's lips as the man crowded into his space, seemingly unbothered by his state of undress. Oh, he's a bold one, isn't he? Those sharpened teeth peeking out from behind his lips sent a little thrill down Tao's spine. Danger. This one screams danger. But Tao had never been one to shy away from a little risk.

"Well, mate, you're the one who decided to come over here and give me an eyeful, aren't you?" Tao quipped, his gaze shamelessly roving over the man's body. Fit as fuck, he is. Damn. "Can't blame a bloke for appreciating the scenery when it's presented so...openly."

The man's next question drew Tao's attention downward, his eyes landing on the pile of clothes half-buried in the sand beneath his feet. Ah, bollocks. Didn't even notice those.

"Oh...nice one," Tao chuckled, taking a slow step back to allow the man access to his garments. But not before letting his gaze linger just a moment longer, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Might as well enjoy the view while it lasts, eh?

He dragged his gaze back up, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he finally looked away. This day just got a hell of a lot more interesting, Tao mused, his mind already racing with the possibilities. Another creature in town, bold as brass and fit as fuck? Yeah, I'm definitely enjoyin' the view.

"So," Tao said, turning back to face the man. "You always make such a splash with strangers, or am I just lucky?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his stance relaxed but alert.

#heartguardingscale #threads [tao & kraden]

-🦈- He, clearly, had no qualms with public nudity. Kraden had always been comfortable in his own skin and, on occasion, his boldness got him out of and into a few tight places that required a bit more than clenched fists and gnashing teeth. "I hardly see how this is my fault. You're the one standing on my clothes, keeping me from being polite." He smiled, showing his teeth again. If he had been in a bad mood, the fact this arguably handsome interuption was standing on his clothes and getting them even dirtier would have had the alpha snarling at them or gripping at their throat. Thankfully this young man, though looks could be deceiving, caught him when he was in a good mood; and thankfully he was amusing, and easy on the eyes... and an omega.

Angling his head to the side, his eyes narrowed with a reflexive arrogance as his icy blue eyes slowly dropped to look over the stranger's body. There was a hint of appreciation in the blues of the shark's eyes as his gaze followed the lines of hard earned muscle down to the soft, ample curve of the omega's backside. One little bite wouldn't hurt.

From how he was dressed it was easy for Kraden to deduce that he was here to swim as well, in a bit of a more modest fashion, and he was enjoying the view just as well. "Clothes slow me down," Kraden answered with a nonchalant lift of his shoulders as his gaze lingered on the other's body, "so you aren't the first to stumble upon me in this state after a swim-- or would you prefer I lie and tell you that you're special? That all of this is just for you, omega. Is that what you want?"

Even now that the man had moved, Kraden made no effort to get himself dressed.

#reflections #r [jeremy rathbone]#tw [blood]

#reflections #r [kraden gulken]

-🦈- It was just a lake. Kraden was used to the open seas and being able to swim wherever he wanted but he couldn't complain. It was massive for a man-made salt water lake and it was close enough that he didn't have to plan around his need for the water. Even though he might have looked a bit out of place, a monstrous Great White swimming through the depths, it was still enough to sate his most basic needs; it was still freeing.

After swimming around for an hour, or so, he shifted back to his human form and lingered there in the water; floating on his back beneath the moonlight. After another thirty minutes, or so, he lazily made his way back to the shore.

Apparently he wasn't alone. Brazenly stepping out of the water, unbothered in his state of undress, the shark sauntered over to the other and crowded their personal space without a moment's hesitation. Staring down at them, his lips peeled back just enough to give them a peak at his sharpened shark teeth, a tense silence settled between them for a moment too long before Kraden finally spoke. "Enjoying the view?" He taunted confidently. "Is that why you're standing on my clothes, don't want me decent?"

@newhavenstarters [open to anyone, alphas or omegas]

#wtnhstarter

-🐻- Running through the forest, fully shifted into his lumbering grizzly bear form, Jeremy called out to the moon with bellowing roars as he tried to acclimate himself to his new surroundings. He wasn't the fastest in the world, most in their human form could likely outrun him in his bear, but there was something else behind his slowed pace tonight. Something was wrong.

Stumbling into a small clearing, near a stream and far away from the small campsite he'd made for himself with his clothing, Jeremy shifted back into his naked human form as he fell face first into the dirt. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around his midsection as he felt an all too familiar warmth build up and wash over him. He was uncomfortable; he was needy. "No," Jeremy growled under his breath as he tried to pick himself up, moving onto all fours. "It's too soon..." He wasn't expecting a heat for another few weeks and yet here he was; on all fours, in a clearing, aching. Maybe it was the stressful environment, or all of the eligible Alpha's calling New Haven home. Either way, something was certainly setting him off.

@newhavenstarters [open to anyone, alphas or omegas]

#wtnhstarter

werepackers

Perhaps he was still shaken from the attacks on the barriers which was why he thought he saw Fharzai’s face in town earlier that day. He didn't of course. The stranger wasn't even a fellow werebear, but the rapid spike in hope followed by the even faster plummet into despair really made the remainder of Burcu’s day melancholic. He went through the paces so as to not clue anyone to how he was feeling, but upon nightfall, there was no more holding back. The glow of the moon called out to him and the bear answered, settling on the outskirts of New Haven to sing a requiem in its glow. With his head tilted towards the sky, Burcu’s entire frame trembles from the forcefulness with which he howls. His bawling melodies stretch out into the night as if he believed that volume was the only thing preventing his cubs from hearing. He knew this wasn’t the case but sang anyway, a mournful tune to express his loss and loneliness. Once he finished, he remained to stare silently, waiting for the echoes of his howls to bounce off the moon and return some answer, but all that follows is silence and the unmistakable sound of an observer’s heartbeat. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to disturb you...” Burcu apologized without turning around. He curls up his massive form into a tight ball where he sat, still entranced by the moonlight. “In my day, we would harmonize with nature whenever the night was beautiful. For hours and hours. Now, it always feels like an imposition. Sorry.” Light reflects from his eyes because they brim with tears, but he’s not incredibly trusting and refuses to allow himself to cry in front of another. “If I claimed I was singing to my cubs, would the sound level be acceptable then?”

#werepackers #threads [burcu & kraden]

-🦈- He had heard songs of mourning like this before. weres, and even other merfolk, bellowing out and baring their souls to the moon, to their gods, all in vain hope that they wouldn't just be heard; but that their prayers would be answered. When he was younger, hearing someone cry to the moon like this brought a smile to his face. He was, often, the reason for their mourning. He killed their lover, their parent, their child. He wore their pain like a badge of honor and now? Now he envied them. No one would mourn him, like this, when he was gone-- and he had no one to mourn.

Kraden wasn't even planning to interrupt the bellowing. Even after it had fallen silent, the night refusing to answer, he stumbled out into the clearing and stopped a few paces away from the man he assumed had just held his heart up to the heavens.

"You shouldn't apologize immediately like that, it shows weakness." His voice was low and cold as he clenched his sharpened teeth together. Something was stirring within him, something he couldn't explain. His chest felt tight and it was all his fault; his singings fault. "No." Kraden answered with a scoff. "There is no reasonable excuse for being so loud.; and that certainly didn't sound like a song for your cubs. I could feel it-- I can feel it. You're mourning," he accused with a soft nod of his head that almost mirrored understanding. "Mourning isn't reasonable."

Location: New Haven Mall

Open: To everyone

To say Grim worked hard would be a fallacy of the highest order, sue Grim worked, but hard? Hardly. Feet kicked up on the counter of the store he was working at for the day, ice coffee in hand, sipping at the drink he was keeping cold with his icy touch, watching the people go by.

One of the many perks of working in a thriving mall was the people watching. Getting to look out on all the passer-bys and make his judgments of them just from a few quick glances. Bad clothes, bad hair, funny shoes, old phone. Every little detail giving him a glimpse into their lives whether it was accurate or not. As a shadow crossed over the counter he looked over.

"You ready to ring out? Or you need help with something else?" he asked head cocked to the side a bit curiously, the wereocelot not too concerned with the customer seeing him slacking. It's not like the manager of the store was even his real manager.

-🦈- This was what he allegedly wanted. Death haunted every step he took, his hands would never be clean of all the blood, but instead of wanting to die in that life he wanted... this. Glorified suburban mediocrity mixed with the boring quaintness of a small town. Gone were the days he wasted by using complete strangers to get himself off. Now he walked around malls; he shopped, drank coffee at cafes, and made small talk as if he were a Stepford Wife.

Glancing up as he neared the cash register, a few random trinkets and snacks in his hands, his cold blue eyes settled on the cute young thing behind the counter. He was really going to miss the old days, lips like that were made to be wrapped around his cock.

"Help with something else? Careful, you don't know what you're offering there." Kraden warned as his lips pulled back to show the pointed, sharp shark teeth behind his smirk. "I'll just take these, unless you really want to help me out with something else."