#t:spring

[yooneul]

hoseok | 🌸 | please do not remove my caption.

[greysonbouchard]

Greyson had been first on the scene quite by accident. Not a happy accident, mind, just an accident. He’d been doing his rounds, as usual, making sure things were ship shape when he’d heard a cry of pain and sounds of a scuffle. Rounding the corner, he honestly had almost laughed seeing O’Hare’s hand locked firmly in the mouth of one of the new slaves with Chang trying to pull him free. Almost. It had been a completely unacceptable situation and once they’d gotten O’Hare free, he’d tossed the wolf into one of the birdcages. The paperwork had been a nightmare and he’d gone the extra step putting an official reprimand in O’Hare and Chang’s respective files. Idiots. 

It was a few days later and the mist was making his life a living hell but at least his day was over so he knew he’d be able to have a clear head from then on. It was necessary with the way everyone was acting. Hornier than a brass band let alone all the weird species-specific things. He really wasn’t looking forward to demon-day... Just coming from the pool after making sure all non-mermen had some way to breathe underwater to avoid drowning, Greyson was headed back to his office to get some reports done and he ran into Bitey McBiterson himself. He couldn’t let on that he’d found anything amusing about the incident so he narrowed his eyes slightly while tilting his head back to look down his nose at the omega. “Keepin’ your nose clean?”

[arditocoelho]

Ardito had been minding his own business - a rare but occasional thing - when the mist started pumping into the hall just outside the suite. He wasn’t overly concerned about it, chalking it up to some weird magical thing gone wrong but he was only half correct. Magical, yes, wrong, no. The hunger and lust that hit him almost immediately after the mist got to him was ridiculous and an unfortunately slave had chosen just that time to come out of Teddy’s suite and Ardito didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the front of the slave’s shirt, he jerked him forward and twisted, getting him on the ground and instantly sinking his fangs into the boy’s neck. The werewolf blood tasted decadent and Ardito growled as he positioned himself a little better so he could roll his hips and get some much needed friction for his cock as he fed.

@krovstyler