Power Rangers (2017) Dir. Dean Israelite

Power Rangers (2017) dir. Dean Israelite

open to: everyone location: the dry tap @newhavenstarters

wearing clothing that had been given to him by some over eager, over zealous sheep at the group home that seemed hells bent on making sure raen felt comfortable in his new home and time, the merman pulled his hair back into a messy bun and let out a sigh as he settled into place at the bar. if he was going to be forced to be around all these people he didn't know, or care to know, he was going-- at least-- need a drink.

thankfully he didn't have to say much, the bartender understood what he needed simply from the way the mer glared at him, and within a few seconds a pint of beer was set into place before him. followed by another; and another; and another. each pint he drank helped him relax, to a degree, but it wasn't enough to make him personable.

narrowing his eyes, his patience wearing thin, he waved his hand at the bartender for another pint as some random townie rambled at him from the seat next to him; flirting with him, trying to make small talk, annoying him.

"ᚷᛟᛞᛊ, ᛞᛟ ᛇᚡᛖᚱ ᛋᚺᚢᛏ ᚢᛈ?*" he grumbled under his breath as he turned to look at the stranger beside him. "ᛁᛋ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᚨᛁ ᚢᛟ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚦᚱᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛋᛖᛚᚠ ᚨᛏ ᛗᛖ? ᛃᛟᚢ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᛋᛟᚹᛗᛖᚦᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᛟ ᛟᚲᚇᚨᛈᛁ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛞᚨᛗᚾᛖᛞ ᛗᚨᚢᛏᚺ ᛟᚠ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᛋ?**"

closed event starter || @auricfairyleo

forced out of the group home against his own will-- something about not being such a grouch and actually integrating himself into the community that had taken him in or some other bullshit like that-- the merman was trying to play along and enjoy the festivities that were currently littering the streets. he didn't care much for what it was about, he wasn't touched by the moon like so many other's were, but even he could appreciate a hero's sacrifice; even if it was just from some lumbering land mass like a bear. a hero is a hero.

he already wasn't known for having the best temperament and, well, the people working the food booth he regretfully stopped at seemed as if they only wanted to make it worse. "ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞᛁᚾᚷ*?" his voice was a low, frustrated grumble as he glared at the person behind the counter while pointing at the food he wanted. "give." he even put his stubbornnes on pause just long enough to try speaking english and yet they still wanted to act as if they couldn't understand.

in an act of frustration, he turned away from the booth to look for someone that could help him; even though he had no intention of really asking. reaching out as someone caught his attention, and came close enough to him, the merman grabbed the pretty little thing and pulled him over to stand next to him at the food booth. he didn't know what a bearclaw was, or if it was even good, but he was hungry and he wasn't about to walk away now without it. "get... me," he growled, using english again, as he looked at the man he was forcing to help him; his left hand squeezing tight around the blonde's bicep as his right hand pointed at the themed pastry.

with the night off, rather than being productive and trying to learn more about his magic and trying to control it he fell back into his usual routine of wandering around aimlessly. though this time was a bit different. he didn't have his skateboard on him.

when the other crossed his path, iain smelled it on him immediately. the alpha was in rut. if he had been smart he would have politely declined or found someone else to distract the alpha with; messing around with alphas was already dangerous enough for an omega, but one in rut? he was just asking for trouble at that point. good thing for tristan, iain never seemed to make the smart choice. already disarmed by how handsome the man was in general, the omega was almost instantly seduced by the way tristan couldn't keep his hands to himself as they walked.

he was so wrapped up in the other's scent, and touches, that he didn't even mind that they were still somewhere public. laying down on the ground in the stolen privacy of the secluded spot the vampire had found for them, it was only a matter of seconds before he was naked and the other's hands were back on him. groaning, his head arched back as he felt the head of the other's cock rub against his slicked entrance before pushing inside. his whole body trembled as his lips stretched around the thick breach, his walls tight around the other's length as he began to sink into him. "i--" iain began to speak but the words were knocked from his lips, lost and forgotten in a breathy moan, as the other slammed forward and suddenly buried himself fully inside the omega. "f-f-fuck..." the word fell from his lips in a stammer as he gripped at his shirt beneath him, as he gripped at the ground, as tristan pulled back and began snapping his hips forward again in a slow, drawn out, rough rhythm.

meme day prompt - mostlyrandomized for iain/tristan - 30a

He should've been at home, avoiding any of the pliant, supple omegas wandering about town at night. Tristan knew better than to leave his apartment when he was in full rut, but he'd spent the better part of the past few days just pacing back and forth in his room. He was hungry, for more than just blood this time.

It had seemed beyond his control, the way he'd swung his door open as soon as the sun had set. The way he wandered in the early evening hours, making eyes at every omega to look in his direction. This one was pretty, that one looked easy to throw around, and another looked...Tristan didn't have words for it, but he used what few words he did have to convince the other to go for a stroll with him. He'd been unable to keep his hands off of Iain, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting his fingertips get just under his shirt so he could stroke at the skin of his hip. When they'd reached a secluded place, Tristan had wasted no time.

He entered the other slowly, at first, letting Iain feel the stretch of his cock breaching his body. Tristan's hands moved to hold Iain's thighs, and as he was halfway in he found himself unable to stop his hips from snapping forward, burying himself inside of the other. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward again in a slow, but rough rhythm.

@fangsnfair

"that is a fair point but, hey, i'm not the one calling the shots around here. we have a lot of asinine policies around here that feel more aligned with a club. i think they are trying to keep up with the times," he mused. cocking his brow, he let his head tilt to the side with pursed lips at the mention of being able to pay for finlay to clean things while being shirtless. "you know, when you originally told me you were a freelance worker i simply assumed you were basically from a temp agency. now you're just starting to sound like a glorified escort." he teased. "--but i'll have to keep that in mind in case i ever need help cleaning my place up." see, it was moments like this that made the vampire enjoy these slow nights. he could actually hold a conversation and flirt with finlay rather than having to practically ignore him in favor of tending to a crowded bar full of patrons. "careful, give me that kind of power and you'll never wear a shirt again." he mused with a lick of his lips and a loose smirk.

relaxing against the bar counter, he let out a soft sigh and watched the other work. the one patron they had was still nursing the same beer while they rambled on the phone, paying finlay and elgin little to no mind; the vampire could have found something else to do but, for now, he was enjoying letting the other distract him. "oh, it was horrible. i was absolutely soaked, didn't have a change of clothes, and i had to spend the entire night listening to alpha after alpha make some poor attempt at a joke about how wet i was for them. it was painful."

"I'd expect something like that to happening in a more club like setting. Here. Not so much." He playfully responded back as he gave the other a smile. "If people wanna see me clean shirtless then they just gotta hire me to do so. I am a freelancer after all." The weredog winked. To be fair, he had done it before. Nothing happened afterwards but he got paid handsomely for it. "and besides, if you wanna see me shirtless. You just gotta ask."

Following the bartender's instructions, he set the glasses in and closed the door. He was genuinely surprised that it did just start like the other had said. It felt weird that it would but who was he to comment on it. Turning to face Elgin, he found himself chuckling at the end of his story. "You did? That would have been hilarious to see."

meme day prompt - @goodbuckhavefawn sent 14b for raen/lux

the space he had in the group home was cramped but it was his. despite his usual preference for being in this space alone, through broken english, and the influence of alcohol, the merman managed to bring someone back with him; to lure someone in, if you will.

his shirt already discarded to the floor, his pants unfasten and hanging loose on his hips, the alpha's breath grew heavy as the younger, prettier creature's hands pressed against his body; rubbing and brushing over the indentations of his muscles as if he were mapping them out; learning each dip and valley. his own right hand went to the smaller's neck, gripping onto him without choking him, before shifting to sit heavy on his shoulder.

"ᛇᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚹᚨᛋᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᛚᛁᛏᛚᛖ ᚩᚾᛖ*." the merman mumbled before adding on in english. "get... down."