Baird Shaw

[bloodandfangsss]

for @soughthaven

Tian's hand reached forward to flip the sign to closed on the door of Witching Hour Predictions. It was already fairly late in the day and his last client had left feeling rather confident about their future. Tian had even managed to sell him a few protection charms as a little bonus to the days events. It was easy enough to switch off the shop lights as before he was pushing back the curtains at the back of the store that led to the spiral staircase that led up into the second floor. The witch wore a serious of sliver rings and long dark green silk robe tied around his waist but showed off his well defined chest and stomach, his eyes lined with golden glitter and a pair of tight black jeans that showed off every inch of his perfect ass and legs. It was all a rather well put together show- people wanted a witch who could see the future but also wanted a bit of sex appeal. And Tian certainly could do that down to an artform.

He pushed the door front door open as he moved into the apartment with a little glance around, half expecting to see Cooper lingering in the living room waiting for him already. The werewolf had become something of a stable of his life, considering he seemed impossible to shake off. No matter how many times the witch pointed out that he didn't actually need to repay him for saving his life.

Still it wasn't like Tian hate the company. "Please tell you're not pouting or something" The witch pointed out as affection ran though his voice. He'd sent the other out of the fortune telling room downstairs while he was a client. Somehow having a massive werewolf protector didn't always go well with some of the mysticism vibes he was trying to protect in that space.

[ash-hearth-hex]

Although Ash tried to look stoic by the daddy comment the blush that began to peak through showed the reality of just how much the Witch loved those daddy types. "God you're too good," Ash groaned, "My mother always did say never try to outwit a Vampire."

"Croissants shaped like a unicorn, sure - tasting of one ... not quite." As the Vampire described the different types of blood verities he eyed over the bar watching as patrons seemingly coupled up, half wondering if when they sneaked out or up to the VIP areas if it was sex, blood or both on the cards. His eyes flicked back to Baird, "You're a good salesman I'll give you that," he was now wondering how the other would describe the taste of his own blood especially after the last comment comparing horny bites. It was hard to ignore how his own bulge had began to tent.

Ash's gaze settled back onto the form in front of him - this time his gaze finding the bulge as he stepped back from the bar for a moment, swallowing another sip of the cocktail but finding that only made him wonder how alcohol affected the taste of blood.

"Remind me - how nice did I need to talk for the VIP area again?"

[bloodandfangsss]

There's a little victorious twinkle in the vampires eye at that blush as it ran over his face. And that added groan more than proved how right he was about the other. Not that it was a bad thing for him, considering how much he loved some little cute thing whimpering Daddy for him. He might be hundreds of years old but that never lost it's particular appeal. He did give a little half wave of his hand at the complment however. "Of course, young witch. Vampires tend to know how to win the battle before it's even started. Experience and age tend to help in that. So your mother had a point."

"You should try to mix in some real blood. You'd get half the vampires in town breaking down the door for a taste." He pointed out lightly, amused at the idea of the unicorn croissant. There's an easy chuckle at those next words. " Well thank you." It was tempting to point out that it was rather part of the point of being a bartender and owner. Still he was more distracted and looking at where Ash's focus was- between the random couple and his own body, his tongue brushed over one his fangs as he watched as his eyes dipped down to notice that shadow of a hard cock in the others pants.

"Oh, very, very nice..." The vampire pointed out as he moved out from around the bar to instead move closer to the witch. A hand brushing over Ash's hip as he moved behind him to instead lean forward to whisper into his ear.

'But maybe if you tell Daddy exactly what you want- I'll take you up there.."He teased into that ear as he lowered his hand to brush a single finger up along the shadow of that trapped cock.

[supfag-archives]

MICHELANGELO SHADOWHUNTERS (1.04)

[themagicixns]

the bloody mary was a multicolored den of sin. 

and for a demon such as faustus, it served a double purpose as a hunting ground, a place full of desperate prey that could rarely refuse a silvered deal. he need only ask, and they would offer themselves on dark altars for his magic, for his service. 

his clientele, however, were not of this caliber.

after all, faustus was no ordinary demon that supped on the dregs of society, the sinners and whatnot, no – he had more expensive, eclectic tastes. his collection was far more impressive, his deals meant only for special preys who had more to offer than their coins or their belongings.   

so only when baird shaw, the owner of this very establishment, waltzed towards him with unerring grace, his dark eyes shone in earnest.

the smile that crept across the priest’s lips could only be described as devilish, tugging each end of the mouth to grin. “as a man of the cloth, mr. shaw, i must decline, unless it is communion wine you are offering.” a chuckle escaped him. “and i am interested in no such thing. but if you do offer up a session with yourself, though?” his eyebrows arched playfully, taunting the other. “that would be of particular interest to me. your reputation precedes you.” 

[bloodandfangsss]

Demons weren't exactly unexpected in the bar, they seemed to be drawn to such places of depravity like moths to a flame. And if Baird was being honest- they only really seemed to increase the amount of fun his patrons had, be it vampire or otherwise. The vampire moved behind the bar as he let his eyes flick over the priest with a little interested twinkle. "Of course. As a man of the cloth. However could I think you'd be into such a simple taste. Sadly we don't have anything blessed by gods in stock at the moment." The vampire teased back, his scottish accent teasing and dancing as he shifted his hip against the bar.

"Oh?" The vampires head tilted back at that those next word, starting down at the demon though his eyelashes for a moment before he clicked his tongue. "It's the Bloody Mary, everything is on offer for the right price. Though what you're asking for is quite special indeed." And there was a rather bright smirk at the compliment to his reputation. So he had an ego, who could blame him?

The vampire did move around the bar again to move closer to Faustus. A hand coming up to brush a hand along the priests hip.

"But I'll show you were the VIP rooms are and we can have a talk about exactly what you might crave." he said, nodding back towards the stairs with that same knifelike smirk.

[shadxwbxy]

"Jealous?" he scoffed as he looked at him, "and what exactly do i have to be jealous of exactly Mr.Shaw? A simple pout of my lips, a bat of my eyes and the promise to something white and lacy, you'll be on your knees for me in no time." It was far to easy to fall into the hold habits of teasing the vampire. If it picked up like it normally did at least Malakai had no problem keeping them. The distance closed just a little more as he looked at the other. "well look at you an amazing boss and such a gracious host." he spoke as looked at him. "I remember you being very fond of praise and worship, or has that changed in years since we last fell into bed Daddy" The use of the pet name was a bit on the unfair side but he did have a soft spot for the man. When the tone shifted to business he nodded his head. "Just any charms you or your staff use to walk in the sun and a room where unwanted guests won't smell my blood." He nodded his head. "Lead the way I'll treat you to a drink."

[bloodandfangsss]

"And yet you never fail to point out some other slender thing I might have my eye on- sounds like jealousy to me." He pointed out with an arch of an eyebrow. Even if he did feel his mind fill with such delightful images at the others words, he wasn't about to admit just how right the other was. He made no attempt to move away as that distance closed between them as he moved around the bar.

"Well, hells forbid I let my reputation be anything less than sparkling." The scottish accent danced playfully, though it dipped into a pleased little hum with that drop of that title and Baird felt his hand curl tightly at his sightly. And his eyes darkened with a little more need. It was a sudden a stab to the ribs in the best way possible, unexpected but sharp. in it's own intoxicating way. "Time might change a few things but that is certainly not one of them." A hand moved to brush down Malakai's back as he started to lead the other though the club and towards the second floor and his private room. "God forbid that we let anyone else smell the scent of fae blood in the air- might derail the whole night." He teased as let his hand trace a few patterns on the small of the others back as they walked.

[ash-hearth-hex]

"I'm sure you are," Ash breathed as he drank in the appearance of the other. Ash was the magical one around here yet something about Baird always made Ash feel like it was him under some type of spell though that wasn't a complaint, Ash did like to feel like he was on the back foot with a guy sometimes. He liked watching the chase.

"Mm, I can't say I knew her personally, I'm far too young." A cheap jibe, for sure - but a jibe that was always an easy shot to swing at a Vampire since Ash had only met one or two that had been younger than him. It was only when he realised the other was somewhat showing off that Ash looked away just as he'd got a look at the man's bulge - eyes now settling on the decor of the place. It really was the opposite in style to his bakery, but that also gave it a nice change of scenery.

"You know I've always been curious about that - do species really taste all that different? I've tasted unicorn blood once. It was some stupid dare when making a batch of wound closing potions ... I don't use it in the baking, promise." Ash watched in lazy admiration as the Vampire fixed his drink - the duck floating inside making him smile.

"Mm, ever the gentleman. Thanks," he took the glass in hand but not before making the little duck rise into the air, do a flip, then settle back onto the ice ready for him to taste the first sip. "Oh fuck that's good ... Bathery would be honoured, I'm sure. I hope I'm not keeping you from anyone?"

[bloodandfangsss]

"I'd be offended at being called old if I wasn't oh so convinced that you love a daddy type." The vampire drawled without missing a beat and a self assured, cocky smirk still playing on his lips. It was seemingly impossible to really throw Baird off his game after so many years of just...well, not technically living but close enough. He sucked on the inside of his cheek as the others eyes didn't *quite * fall below belt but he didn't comment on it.

'So I shouldn't expect unicorn croissants or anything?" He shot back as at that comment before he doubled back to first question with a pleased little hum to his tone. "They do. It's one of the reasons of the VIP area here is so popular. Think of it as...different wines or different drugs. A magical witch is different from a human, a human is different from a Fae. A different buzz running though you. And it breaks down even more from there- it can vary from person to person even if they're aren't...different. Sometimes you can...taste experiences on your tongue. A mournful human tastes different from a happy one. A horny bite is different from a stressed one." Baird pointed out as he stopped back in front of the other.

"I have my moments." the vampire replied as he tilted his head back to watch that duck flipped in the air, a chuckle escaping his lips before the duck dropped back into the glass.

He did give a little two finger wave at those next words. "Please- it's part of the perks of being the boss. Well that and the go-go boys. You're not keeping me from anyone. "

[shadxwbxy]

He was never the most comfortable in this particular den of indulgence. Despite knowing for a fact no harm would come to him unless he asked for it Biard's bar Malkai was never full on ease on his own. He knew the Fairy blood in his veins smelled sweeter to the the vampires that took up the space around him. Control was a hard thing to keep when you where starving.

He took another sip of the drink in his hand wanting some of his anxious energy to dissipate. Still, he didn't fully relax till the other's voice reached his ears. "Was wondering how long it would take you to peel yourself form the whatever twink caught your eye and notice me." The tease was simple and his smile bright as he turned to face him.

'As inventive as your drinks are, i am here for something else." He paused setting his glass down, "Its that time of the year need to top up the daylight charms with a bit of blood. maybe make a donation to your private collection if you've been a good boy." He placed a hand on the other's arm as he spoke, "and when have i ever had to ask you anything?"

[bloodandfangsss]

"Careful now or I might accuse of you of being jealous, Mal." the vampire shot back without missing a beat, the tease just as evident in his voice. "And I'll have you know I was just making sure those working up stairs were having a good time. No need to peel myself away from anyone. " The vampire added as he leaned a little more weight onto bar and kept up that charming little smirk. "Oh?" the vampire gave a little interested tilt of his head about the other being here for something else. Though he didn't get to let his mind run away with the possibilities before the other was answering him.

"Ah." There was that sound of understanding as that hand pressed against his bare arm. "Aren't I meant to be calling you the good boy?" He pointed out with a little pleased hum to his tone before he leaned forward over the counter a little. "Though I will happily take that donation. Fae blood is always so very...delectable. Though I am happy to help you get what you need for whatever little ritual you have in mind." He pointed out with a little hum.

"How about I treat you- take you to my private suite."

[ash-hearth-hex]

The club wasn’t one that Ash found himself in all too often. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy spending his time there, it was just rare for the Witch to pull himself out of work and to an enjoyable spot like this without someone dragging him by force.

He was at the bar, an eye resting past it over to a go-go boy dancing and swinging in the cage. He heard Baird before he noticed he was there and even jumped a little. “I mean - flattered might be too much but you can at least be a little appreciative,” Ash grinned back - his teeth a lot less sharp.

“Bathory? You do have the most curious sense of humour, you know that?” Ash liked, among other things, the Vampire’s accent - it almost reminded him of his own home a little across the border of Scotland in Wales. Ash tended to think he’d lost his own accent but others disagreed.

Ash straightened himself up from the bar, taking the time then to let his gaze move over vampire’s chest before he found the cocktail menu above. He didn’t know why he was looking, he only ever got the same thing.

“Oh babe,” he grinned for the first time since entering, “You’re not getting Witch blood that damn easily … but fuck it - I’ll take the Bathory cocktail.”

[bloodandfangsss]

There's a little smirk that dug into his cheek at that adorable little jump of surprise but it went uncommented for the moment. "Oh I am always appreciative." The vampire practically purred as he drummed his fingers against the marble of the bar, his eyes focused on the witch as if he as the most important person in the entire bar. There's a chuckle at that next comment, however. "It's a vampire bar, sweetheart. I think I have the most appreciate humor of it. Besides, Bathory was a bitch. Honestly, always said no to dinner invites." he pointed out as he let his eyes twinkle over at Ash. Baird seemed to shift his body back as those eyes ran over his body, as if he was showing off under that gaze.

"Damn. And I know you'd taste oh so sweet handsome. Like pop rocks and sugar with all that magic in those veins." the vampire mused before he moved back along the bar to pick up the ingredients for the drink he needed. He made a point to pluck up some gin and mulled wine-rosé, and a drop of honey. It was a nice, sweet flavored drink. A few moments later he was placing a blood red drink in front of the other, it even had a tiny rubber ducky floating on the ice as a playful touch.

"One bloody drink for the handsome witch."

[bloodandfangsss]

location: the bloody mary, open to all.

Baird stepped out moved down the stairs that led to the second floor the club. He'd been making sure that everything was going well in the tasting rooms in the VIP section. His entire business ran on such darker indulgences. Pairing willing patrons and vampires was something of an art form he'd perfected. And it bought in the money. Well, that and fabulous drinks and a few barely dressed vampire go-go boys in the cages in the club section down on the main floor. There's a easy smirk as he spotted someone standing idly at the bar- the vampire practically gliding over the floor to slip behind the dark black marble bar.

"Should I be flattered you were waiting for me?" The Scottish accent hadn't fade for a second, no matter how many years the vampire had been "alive" and honestly at this point it was hard to tell if he was just putting it on or not.

"Or are you just here for our new "elizabeth bathory bath bomb cocktail?"" he teased with a flash of his fangs under his smirk as he shifted forward to press a hand against the bar. The vampire was only dressed in a simple black vest over a bare body to show off those impressively muscled arms, and his black leather pants hung low on his hips but were tight enough to tease any wandering eyes towards that impressive bulge. He was just as much as part of this experience as the go-go boys after all.

"Unless you're here trying to get a session with one of the VIP boys. And you're gonna have ask real nice for that tonight."

[bloodandfangsss]

Have you heard of [ Biard Shaw ], The word around Haven Springs is that they’re a [ Vampire ] who look like  [ Thomas Doherty ].  I think they work at [ Owner of Bloody Mary's ] but I hear they’re [ charming, alluring, confident] and a little [ sarcastic, sadistic, pessimistic ]  They’re also into [ public sex, dirty talk, blood, daddy talk, facials] and not into [ scat, watersports] .  admin B, 30+, 6, GM+10

[maycanady]

THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson