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[kiaanlucero]

riorunswild​:

Rio was surprised to be clocked so quickly into this encounter. “Adept observation,” he muses with an impressed smirk. “Am I that obvious to read? But I suppose I’m too used to being around clueless mortals who couldn’t tell a werewolf from a wendigo… it’s nice to be in the company of fellow greatness, don’t you think?”

Rio watches as Kiaan encroaches closer on him, very much hoping to be joined in the pool sooner than later. “Primeira vez,” Rio responds in the other’s native tongue. “I’m Mexican myself, but I figured it would be uncouth of me to not learn the other Romance languages after a few hundred years of existing… Portuguese is one of my favorites. Sadly underused, in my humble opinion.” He lounges back against the tile wall, causing his toned chest to rise from the water, revealing his perky nipples. “If I were hiding, that stunning face of yours would be enough to convince me to come out of my shell. Maybe come in other ways too.”

“I’ve met a couple mermen before, you all give off a watery vibe,” he replied with a wink. He had spent enough time in the castle to have a general idea of many of the different species in the world. “You’re definitely in a much better place for that.”

Hearing him respond in Portuguese was oddly exciting. Maybe it was because he hadn’t spoken his native language in what felt like forever. “I am always very willing to speak in Portuguese with you if you’re feeling up to it. Unfortunately, I don’t know many others.” Maybe he should, he had time to learn. Kiaan’s eyes were drawn to the man’s chest, admiring him. “Well, I’m sure we could arrange that.” He could never say no to someone so handsome expressing interest in him. 

#c: rio #rio: water

[kiaanlucero]

Back to Now

wicekleskov​:

He poured every ounce of affection he had into the kiss, his fingers tracing over the dark fae’s features as if he was memorising them all over again. It might not have seemed like much but Kiaan had given him some hope in those shared moments in the past. Throughout his life, Wicek had always had that feeling of doubt and being unwanted and unloved. The younger man had given him something to look forward to, a hope of love coming. It kicked him out of his rut sooner rather than later, stopping him from spending another two hundred years moping around. 

As they broke apart, he rested his forehead against Kiaan’s, his fingers still skimming down his jaw and neck to his chest as he breathed in sweet scent. Time might not have felt like it had changed but he could tell Kiaan remembered things differently. “I’m glad you’re okay too,” he mumbled, kissing him once again but softer this time, drawn out to enjoy the affection between them. "I love you so much, Kiaan,“ he murmured, just before he surged forward to kiss him again. "Thank you for finding me, for giving me hope. Thank you for loving me.”

He kept a hold on Wicek, happy to kiss him again as their lips met once more. The love of this man was why he had put himself in harm’s way. He had been scared of the possibility of not going back, of not seeing him again. Thankfully that wasn’t the case. His heart swelled at the words, kissing him back a little harder. “Thank you for loving me,” he countered, feeling like he was the lucky one out of the pair of them. 

“It was really difficult to see you that sad. I would have done anything to make it better.” And he certainly had tried a lot of things, from being cute to offering affection and distracting him. “I love you so much, and I want to make sure you’re happy every day for the rest of your life.” 

#c: wicek #wicek: back to now

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riorunswild​:

If this handsome stranger was coming for warmth, then he was in precisely the right place. Rio’s body always ran a little hot, and he had more than enough of his body heat to share with such a strapping gentleman. The guy had a presence about him that suggested dominance, yet Rio could see the collar resting plainly around his neck. Interesting. He needed to investigate further.

“Is that so? Then I would love to be privileged to enough to be in your company,” Rio smiles back, his sultry voice practically purring to a low growl. “I’m Rio. Is that a Latin accent I hear in your voice…?” he asks, sensing the other’s particular tone that didn’t sound too dissimilar from his own.

It wasn’t often that he encounter a master who actually wanted to flirt with him. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be flirted with and he was immediately leaning into it. “You might just be lucky enough to be so privileged,” he replied, returning the smile. “Rio. Fitting for a merman.”

“It’s Portuguese. Você vem sempre aqui?” he asked, moving closer to the edge of the pool. “I’m Kiaan. I haven’t seen you around before. Have you been hiding in the pool the whole time? There’s no way I would miss someone as gorgeous as you.”

#c: rio #rio: water

[kiaanlucero]

riorunswild​:

open to: anybody! @krovscastlestarters​

Rio loved the water, naturally. Growing up with access to beautiful beaches in Mexican and Italy throughout his long (but not too long) life made him appreciate the art of swimming; feeling the slick shine of aqua on his gorgeous body. When he wasn’t working in the strip club or indulging himself with all the handsome gentlemen he could get his fins on, Rio could reliably be found in any of the countless bodies of water in and around the castle.

It always seemed like the indoor pools on property were empty, at least when Rio patronized them. He preferred real bodies of water —lakes, rivers, oceans— for his daily waterlogging, but a pool like this one sufficed. Swimming around with his spritely form, Rio barely noticed when someone entered the watery space with him. As a newbie to the castle, he didn’t know many others who weren’t his father. Good thing he was a social creature who didn’t mind meeting new people. Preferably ones he could enjoy all to himself.

Rio swims to the edge of the pool and looks up at his guest with a charming, yet vaguely sinister, grin. “Didn’t know I was going to have company this time of day,” he says, leaning on the edge of the pool, revealing his toned chest as it emerged from the water. “I hope you don’t mind if I have the pool to myself for a little while linger… unless you’re alright with water splashing in your face. Then you’re more than welcome to join me.”

Sometimes, he found the pool areas to be warmer, maybe to make the water more enjoyable or something. Even though spring was warming up the castle, it still wasn’t close to the heat of Brazil that he longed for. Any additional warmth that he could find was worth the trouble. When he entered the pool area, he was surprised to see someone else there but he was planning to leave them alone for the most part. Not everyone liked to be bugged. Apparently, this guy might enjoy some company. 

“I didn’t, either,” he commented absently, sitting in a chair not far from the edge of the pool. “Go ahead, keep swimming. I came here for the warmth.” Already, he was feel much more comfortable. “Maybe I’ll join you if you ask really nice,” he hummed in response, a bit of a grin on his face.

#c: rio #rio: water

[kiaanlucero]

5 13 18

5. Monogomous or polyamorous?

“I could probably be polyamorous so long as I don’t feel ignored and left out.”

13. Are they interested in romance?

“Why wouldn’t I be? Affection and love are wonderful things. Romance is showing that love and affection, right?”

18. What are some things you like about your crush or person you’re dating?

“He’s wonderfully kind and gentle and affectionate, and he puts up with my needy shit. He makes me feel loved and wanted.”

#( answered. ) #( hc. ) #Anonymous

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officermorozov​:

“You American? Star isn’t a Russian staple.” Ransom said nodding to the badge on the pocket on the shirt of his uniform. “That’s what makes me a police officer here. Name’s Ransom Morozov.” Ransom gave a slight grin before he said the next. “Not particularly compared to where I came from. It’s a nice change of pace here. At least so far. Towns pretty small, but being so isolated can get to some, not to mention the slaves and masters from the castle coming down here. Some seem to forget their are rules in town.” Ransom looked the other over. “Speaking of, you from the castle and if so in what capacity?” 

~

“No, I’ve just been watching a lot of movies lately.” The star badge thing seemed so prevalent in movies, he thought it might be a general thing. He definitely liked this badge better. He had been through big cities and small towns alike, although he’d never stayed long enough to see how bad the crime was in either scenario. He hadn’t even been in this village much. “I hope you’re not expecting much. I’m a slave. My master allowed me to come here for the day to get away from the castle for a while.” It was nice to be away from the stone walls and crowds of men. The village was much more spread out and the weather was nicer than it had been in the last several months so he was enjoying the sunlight. 

#c: ransom #ransom: curious

[kiaanlucero]

🧛 biting them on their neck, marking them

He hadn’t expected to feel Wicek coming to stand behind him, too focused on watering his little plant. He relaxed against Wicek’s chest. Usually, the strigoi asked him before biting him, but his hunger must have been insatiable if he wasn’t. Kiaan had no arguments, tilting his head back as the fangs sunk into his neck. The sensation drew a moan from his lips, eyes closed as he reached back to hold onto Wicek’s neck. 

“Are you hungry, daddy?”

#( answered ) #c: wicek #wicekleskov

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iah-yang​:

Iah followed behind, curious as he hadn’t been in many other people’s suites before and he wondered what they were like. When they arrived, he stepped into the room and waited, taking the dress before nodding. “Very,” he replied, smiling. Turning around, he pulled his shirt off then slipped the dress on before removing his pants. After he was dressed again, he faced Kiann. “How does it look?” 

~

Kiaan looked away as the other dressed, giving them the semblance of privacy even though they were in the lounge. Hearing the question, he turned back towards the other and smiled. “I think it looks really good on you. It’s light and comfy, right?” Honestly, he wanted excuses to wear it again himself but he hadn’t thought of any yet. “You can wear it until the spells wears off, if you’d like.”

#c: iah #iah: spells

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hell-fyres​:

“Oh, how forgetful of me. You wouldn’t remember the fun times we had,” Matthew chuckled and had to draw in a breath in an attempt to stop himself from cracking up even more from those very pleasant memories. 

“You wouldn’t be the first, Mister Te Koha. Someone turned me into a bird shifter. Dreadful looking thing too. Took me awhile to figure out how to shift back but thank goodness that has passed,” the fallen angel said with a roll of his eyes just as the waiter returned with their orders. “You though… You should try some of the more fun ones this year.” Matthew had not intention to do anything malicious to Hemi given the state he was in. “We could turn you into a cat person.”

~

Somehow, every word coming from the fallen angel felt mocking or at Hemi’s expense. That could have been Kiaan’s bias, but it also could have been true, he had no way of knowing. “Luckily, you have a chance to remind me,” he replied, offering a smile. Hopefully it would be actually Hemi at that point so he wouldn’t be involved. He would probably have to tell his father about this conversation to make sure Matthew didn’t catch him unaware later. 

“A bird fits you,” he commented, thinking of the wings he had seen Matt sporting many times. The waiter arriving was only a small moment of distraction, giving him a bit of an out for a few seconds. The longer he sat here, the more likely he felt like he was going to slip up and be caught. “A cat person? With ears and a tail, or like that terrible musical?” Kiaan had never seen it, but he had certainly heard of it. “I don’t know if I would be a good cat.”

#c: matthew #matthew: recon #event: spring mischief #magic anon: freaky friday

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abeloplev​:

Abel cocked his head at the slave’s comment. Rarely on his visits had he met a a collared being at the castle, who openly admitted to being rebellious. “Rebellious? Is that your idea of rebellion, young man?” He scoffed, actually a little amused with the stranger. “You’d be correct about that assuption. You don’t live through two supernatural wars, and not prepare yourself for it to happen again.”

~

“Rebellious in I’m not actually breaking any rules,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his smile. Watching a master and annoying them wasn’t technically against the rules, even if they didn’t like it. Besides, unless he broke a major rule, the only one who could punish him was his master, and he trusted him not to abuse and traumatise him for the sake of a punishment. “Do you choose to fight, or did you have to?” A lot of the masters seemed to fall into similar categories. There were the ones with the big egos, the neutral ones, the ones who belonged on the battle fields, and the ones who didn’t want to be a master. So far, this man seemed to be very neutral. 

#c: abel #abel: training

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abeloplev​:

“Who are you, kid? I’m sure you’ve lived long enough to know staring can be considered rude.” Abel mumbled back to the stranger. Looking at his hands and flexing fingers, the bruises from the punching bag slowly began to heal and disappear. “There’s a big difference between a lot of us, you know that, right? Some decide their supernaturally given strength is enough, some of us don’t. Guess you decided to observe the right person in this case.”

~

“I’m a slave in a sex castle for vampires. If I want to stare at one of said vampires, I feel like it’s my duty as a rebellious unseelie.” This vampire wasn’t being commanding or demanding, giving him a feeling that he could talk back a little bit and not get into too much trouble. “And which category do you fall in to?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to one side. “You seem like the latter to me.”

#c: abel #abel: training

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iah-yang​:

Oh good, there were clothes. So far, he had been wearing some of his looser shirts and pants mostly because the change in his body structure made the more fitted things horribly uncomfortable. He nodded. taking the man’s hand. “Thanks, lead on.” 

~

With her hand in his, he led her through the hallways to the suite he called home. He let them both in and went into his room to grab the dress. Even if he didn’t sleep there often, it was the best place to store the garment. Kiaan returned, holding it up to present to her. “What do you think? Cute, right? Here, try it on.”

#c: iah #iah: spells #event: spring mischief

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hell-fyres​:

“Mmm… Yes. Good boys should be rewarded,” Matthew grinned as he looked back at Hemi, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “I never asked… How has this event been treating you? You haven’t been hit with any pesky spells, have you?” Hemi looked positively normal compared to how Matthew felt and he wondered if perhaps the man needed to join in on the fun.

“It’s not too late to start,” he chuckled, finding it more amusing than he usually would. Hitting Hemi with some of the more embarrassing spells now would be hilarious. Perhaps he could turn the ghoul into a bird again. “You made an adorable kiwi last year… Do you remember that?” A kiwi Matthew had kicked down the hallway until Seth stepped in, but that was not something Hemi would remember now which made this even funnier and the fallen angel started laughing.

~

He was definitely not going to let things get that far between them, even if a part of him had wanted to see what Matthew would do in that situation. “Not yet,” he replied, knowing know what other spells there would be that he got hit with. Or maybe the spell would make it so he just doesn’t know. 

Kiaan had arrived in the castle last year after the event would have taken place, so he definitely did know anything that would have happened. Inwardly, he felt ready to panic. He wouldn’t be able to bluff that. Wait. Hemi had forgotten every that happened before the invasion, and that would include the event last year. Before he could say anything, Matthew started.... laughing? Kiaan immediately thought the worst of the fallen angel, assuming he had tormented Hemi when he was a small bird. “I don’t, although I much prefer to be myself. Maybe I should turn you into a bird this year.”

#c: matthew #matthew: recon #event: spring mischief #magic anon: freaky friday

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abeloplev​:

Despite the long trip from Sweden to the castle on the mountain, not even jetlag or exhaustion from the previous day was going to stop Abel from training. From that fateful day he’d been turned, he’d been a soldier. And not even a councilman position was going to shake that from his bones.

He found himself in the castle’s gym, amongst both slaves and other master’s, shirtless and hitting away at a punching bag with naked fists. Panting from the attempts to push his body further and further. Only when he paused to take a drink of water, did he notice a man looking at him. Perhaps he’d even been watching Abel, the councilman didn’t know how long he’d been there. “Excuse me, can I help you? I’m not sure I like being watched like that.”

@krovscastlestarters​

He had started going to gym on a semi-regular basis sometime after the time rift whatever it was. He knew he had to get stronger if he was ever going to protect the people he loved. Most of the time, he exercised for strength on his own but sometimes he was able to spar with people. Today, he was on his own and taking a short break, sitting back and watching some of the other men exercise. One of them seemed to notice his watching, and he was definitely closer to staring. 

“Like what? I’m just observing your training routine. I could do worse than learning some techniques from watching a vampire.”

#c: abel #abel: training

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iah-yang​:

“You did? Did you like it? I mean, was it alright for you?” Iah sighed. He really was just making this awkward and he wished he was better at speaking. “I’ve been trying to find some and it’s really hard in this castle. You wouldn’t happen to have any left over, would you?”

~

“I actually really enjoyed it.” He had been a really cute lady, and his boyfriend had really enjoyed the feminine body, too. “I do, actually! A friend of mine is a witch and he made me one when it happened, but you can try it on. Here, come with me.” He offered his hand to her. It was in his room, but she could try it on there.

#c: iah #iah: spells

[kiaanlucero]

#( kiaan. ) #(( kiaan the farm hand lmao ))

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wicekleskov​:

The idea that Kiaan had been waiting for this moment made Wicek want to make sure it was perfect for her. He would always give her anything she wanted so he was surprised she hadn’t asked before. “Then we won’t waste it,” he promised. He closed the space between them again to kiss her soft and slow, like he always did. 

The way she cursed and writhed under his touch was a good sign and he didn’t let up, touching her slowly before thrusting his finger into her, quickly adding another. This was only the beginning of what he wanted Kiaan to experience. Breaking from the kiss, he began scattering kisses down her body, from neck to chest, to stomach until the strigoi was on his knees for her, pushing her thighs apart for him. From his new position, he could see her arousal coating his fingers, almost making his mouth water. More kisses were pressed along her thighs, pushing her dress up as he moved. “May I?” he asked, hovering just above her sensitive nub, absently licking his lips.

Kiaan was constantly torn between the greenhouse being a safe place, for comfortable relaxing, warming up in the sun or talking about things, and a place that was hot to fuck in. Right now, it was the hottest place they could be. His touch was teasing, purposefully so, leaving her whining for more with every exhale. When his lips moved away from hers, the sound echoed in the space around them. Every kiss made her pant and sigh, enjoying the way his lips felt on her skin. As he moved up her thighs, she knew what his intentions were and it was almost frustrating that he would pause to ask permission when she was staring down at him, mouth hanging open as she panted at the sight. “Please,” she begged in a whine, tightening her fingers in his hair. She didn’t know what to expect or how it would feel, except that it would be incredible. 

#c: wicek #wicek: escorted #event: spring mischief #magic anon: rule 63 and leather