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nicoxpalmer:

After having woken up in a strange place, Nico was on the hunt for something to eat, the boy hunted in the woods away from the village so that nobody would be able to kill him, nobody would see him coming. Hunting in the snowy woods, away from the eyes of society was exactly what his species thrived on. It took little time to find a lone person hunting in the woods, striking the man down in one swift movement, eating him and groans softly, he missed the thrill and he was so excited that he didn’t play with his food for the first time ever, a mistake he wouldn’t make again.

So, the boy continued through the woods and soon caught someone’s scent, causing him to shudder and he moved towards it, forming a plan as he closed in on them. As he got closer, he shifted into his human form and ran, screaming and crying as he fell on the forest ground in front of the man. “Help me! Please, somethings after me!” He cries out in fake fear, the boy was covered in blood and his clothes torn so it did seem like he was in fact, in distress. “Please, it’s coming!!”

@krovscastlestarters

Marcellino had just finished tracking down and killing one of the rebels hiding out in the woods. He planned on making sure the power of the Vampires was proven this time to make sure the lesser species never rose up against them again. They would know their place, that some simply had more power because of their birthright, or because they were chosen. He would make sure it was a lesson they knew well. So marching through the forest, he heard a voice calling out. Something was after it eh? Most likely a rebel who needed to be disposed of. “Oh don’t worry sweet prey, I will find you, and put you out of your misery soon enough.” Scenting them, Marcellino began to make his way towards the source of the smell. “Just keep crying little one, I will be with you shortly to end the pain.”

#c: nico

andreiperez:

A small shiver went through him at the praise and Andy nosed against Marcellino’s neck, pressing a quick kiss there. He stroked him a few more times and nipped playfully along the master’s neck, a low moan sounding from him at the other’s words. It was obvious Marcellino had taken some kind of potion, just from his scent, and it made him wonder what else it had done to the master. “Where?” Andy asked, letting go of the other’s length so that he could press up against him, grinding his hips forward. “Bedroom? Here?”

Feeling as Andrei nosed against his neck, pressing kisses against him Marcellino smiled. “Clearly that whole acting you hate me can’t be that serious considering how much you seem to like me right now pup.” Letting out a soft moan at the nips and the stoking of his cock, he nodded at the question. “Right here, baby. With how needy you are we wouldn’t be able to make it to the bedroom, besides we can save that for after we’ve satisfied that heat and cleaned up. Now come on, and hop on my dick, pup, I know how badly you want daddy’s cock.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

Andy normally would have refused, scoffing a bit at what Marcellino wanted from him. Right then, though, he was willing to do just about anything to please the older man and the omega whined, pressing close and nosing his way along the man’s jaw. “Please, daddy, I need your cock. I’m craving it, need to feel you in me, filling me…” He slid a hand down between them to wrap his fingers around the master’s cock, stroking him a few times.

Marcellino smiled when he heard the words he wanted to come from Andrei’s mouth come from it. Part of him had thought that even through his heat the omega was still going to be a brat for him but clearly using that potion paid off. It made the wolf just as needy as he had to be for him to finally get him to listen. Gently moving his fingers through the wolf’s hair, “Good boy.” Letting out a soft moan as he felt his cock begin to get stroked. “Go ahead then, sit on my cock pup, ride it all you want. I think the potion made my balls fuller too, so expect a heavy load inside of you.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

“I don’t want romance right now.” Hell, Andy wasn’t interested in romance to begin with in Krovs, though maybe the candles and roses or whatever should have maybe given that away. Not that the omega was very focused on the things around him, just wanting Marcellino out of his ridiculous clothes. He moaned into the kiss and impatiently shoved the rest of the master’s shirt and jacket off, his hands falling down next to begin impatiently tugging on Marcellino’s pants, nearly ripping those as well in his hurry. “I feel like I’m on goddamn fire.” Andy complained into the kiss, breaking away from the older man for a moment.

“Not like you ever do you brat.” Feeling as Andy began tearing at his pants, the master sighed a little and decided to save them both time by simply moving his hands down and ripping off his own pants and underwear, exposing his naked body to the very, very needy omega. Raising an eyebrow as he heard the other mentioned feeling like he was on fired, he playfully dragged his cock against the wolf’s backside, teasing him knowing he wanted it. “You saying you burn for me pup? You craving my cock? You want it so bad then tell me, I want your cock daddy.” Gently licking at Andrie’s lips, “Say you wanna fuck your omega ass on daddy’s cock.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

Andy had been miserable from the time that he’d woken up, attempting to take care of his heat on his own. Only it seemed like he’d made things worse than better and the omega was five seconds away from pouncing on the nearest alpha when the guards came for him. For once, Andy didn’t fight them on anything, having a good idea of who had rented him. Only once they’d gotten to the suite, something about Marcellino’s scent was…off. The man wasn’t an alpha, it wasn’t possible, but for some reason he now smelled like one and Andy’s body was definitely reacting to it. He stood near the door for a moment, blinking at the master and then moved forward quickly, getting right into the man’s space, curling one hand around Marcellino’s shirt collar and yanked him down into a hard kiss. His other hand moved, very nearly ripping open the shirt. “Why are you wearing clothes?”

The last thing he expect from the omega was to literally be pulled into a kiss and having his shirt ripped open by him. Pressing back into the kiss, Marcellino smiled happy that the other was actually this needy and wanted him this much for once. Pulling off the jacket he wore and ripping off the tattered shirt the rest of the way. “I’m wearing clothes cause I was trying to set the mood and be romantic you sex hound. Don’t knock over any of the candles in your desperation to get to my dick.” His hands moving to squeeze and play with Andrei’s ass, his lips kissing at his neck. “You’re so fucking hot right now, you know that?”

#c: andrei

Marcellino had been waiting wait seemed an eternity for when the wolves in the castles went into their heat. Ever since his eyes had fallen on that oh so bratty omega, he knew the moment would come where he would be needy, and be begging to get fucked by the master. However, since then and during their many, many rendezvous, the mershark found that he had a growing soft spot for the bratty little omega. So he had his suite decorated with candles, the bed sheets replaced with red silk ones, and sprinkled rose petals all over the rooms he called home, then he ordered guards to go fetch what was going to be a very needy omega named Andrei for him, and to preferably bring him to the suite already naked. Also deciding to be a little reckless, because what was the point of immortality without being reckless after all? Marcellino drank a potion he had made, it would have his body produce the pheromones of an alpha for the next few hours, meaning that once the slave arrived and got a whiff of them Andrei would find himself even needier, and want the master even more. Smiling when they arrived he dismissed the guards as soon as they got there, and ran his eyes over the slave. Opening his arms a little, the master was wearing a lazily buttoned tux.

“Took you long enough to get here, pup”

@andreiperez

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

It seemed that he’d kind of touched a nerve there, if Marcellino’s words were anything to go by. Andy’s eyebrows shot up slightly and he couldn’t help a flash of amusement at that while he very firmly ignored the fact that the master’s threat interested him maybe a bit more than he’d admit. “From what I can tell, you like when I push.” He muttered, but let it drop for the time being. The master let him get away with plenty, but Andy was sure there was a limit somewhere there. He made a startled noise when he was suddenly spun around to face Marcellino. “Kind of hard to not get hurt down here at some point, y’know. And I can fight my own battles.” Still, he reached up to pat the older man’s chest and then started out of the Undercroft once again, snorting softly at the comment about his ass.

When the omega brought up the fact that he could tell Marcellino liked when there was pushback. “I like some of it. I have sensitive topics too though, just like anyone else. Believe it or not just because I am immortal does not mean I am completely without my own struggles.” Moving his hand to gently run a few fingers through Andy’s hair before he frowned at the statement it was hard to not get hurt down there in the Undercroft. “Well you should know, I will never hurt you in ways you don’t want me to. You can tell me if I am going to far and I will stop. I know you can fight your own battles, but considering your bloody lip, you won’t always win them on your own.” Smiling when he heard the snort come from the omega. Gently moving to stand beside Andy, Marcellino put his arm around his neck, holding his shoulder. “Would you like me to take my clothes off when we reach the suite?”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

Andy scoffed quietly as he looked Marcellino up and down a minute. It would be a very rare thing for him to call someone that, anyway. “You don’t even look like a Daddy, for starters.” He crossed his arms, glancing around the Undercroft while he listened to the master speak. Even if he was with Marcellino for the night, that wouldn’t stop some of the vampires from touching him – which was part of the reason he wanted to hide out in the other man’s suite instead of going anywhere else in the castle. “Just part of you highly doubts that, huh?” He pushed his fingers roughly through his hair and then startled at the swat, narrowing his eyes briefly at the older man before he turned on his heel and started up the stairs.

Furrowing his eyebrows when he was told that he didn’t look like a daddy, the Mershark was all too aware of that fact. Other masters, and council members often poked fun at the fact he looked like he was barely out of high school when he was in fact among the oldest beings in the castle. “Do you want me to fuck you in front of all the other vampires and really let them see how well you can be used? Then I suggest you mind how far you try and push your luck, brat.” Though Marcellino could sense off the other the tension when it came to the other masters. He thanked his telepathy for that, gently reaching out to grip Andrei’s hand, before huffing a little. Pulling the omega around so he could lower his head to push it against the other’s. “If any of them ever did anything to hurt you, you tell me and I’ll kill them for them. I will do anything to keep you safe, and happy.” Gently pressing a kiss against Andy’s forehead, before letting go so he could keep leading the way to his suite. “You know you’re ass looks really good from back here.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

“Yeah, no. I’m never gonna call you daddy, so you might as well give up on that right now.” Once he’d stripped completely, Andy folded the rest of his clothes and set them down on the cot. He’d have to ask one of the guards to get him new pants, considering Marcellino had been so kind to just rip them right off him. The wolf just hoped doing that wouldn’t be a pain in the ass. “It’s not them I don’t want to be naked around. They’re not the ones who are going to be staring.” He let Marcellino grab his ass, considering the master for a second. “I’d rather walk.”

Grinning when the omega said that he was never going to call Marcellino daddy. “You’re the one who brought it up first, all on your own too, but consider the matter dropped.” When the omega preceded to comment on how it wasn’t them he didn’t mind being naked around the master let out a small humming sound. “Ah you mean the other vampires. Ignore them. You’re mine tonight, they can’t touch you. Unless it’s me you don’t want staring at you naked, but considering the sounds you make when we have sex, part of me highly doubts you actually dislike me looking at your perfect form.” Huffing when Andrei said he’d rather walk, “Fine be boring.” Giving his butt another swat, “You should know the way to the suite by now, lead the way.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

“Okay, calm down there, dad.” Andy retorted with a snort at the man’s comment, grumbling a second later and slapping his hand away from his face. The noise quickly turned indignant and angry when his pants were suddenly ripped right off and the omega bristled, glaring hard at the master for a moment. He probably should have been expecting it, but that didn’t mean Andy liked it and he sighed before he began to strip off the rest of his clothes.

“I am calm, and if you want to call me it so badly, daddy sounds better than dad. It will sound even better coming off your lips as you ride me, pup.” Smiling when his hand was slapped away, he loved how feisty the omega could get with him. While he usually would not tolerate this attitude from someone it actually fit the slave quite well. Besides Marcellino knew hat when push came to shave Andrei was always a good boy for him. When the slave bristled and glared at him before he stripped the rest of the way, Marc simply shook his head. “You’ve been naked in front of all these people before, besides let them stare in jealousy that you’re not only better looking, but.” Moving his hand to gently cup the omega’s ass. “You can actually hold my attention unlike them. Now do you want to walk to my suite or do you want me to carry you?”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

The swat was enough to make Andy stop growling, though he shot Marcellino an annoyed look. It hadn’t been hard enough for him to really feel it, but he didn’t care for the scolding he got on top of it. Bad dog. If he’d been in his wolf form, he might have tried to bite the master, but for now, the omega just settled on glaring for a second. Then he sighed, shoulders raising in a shrug. “Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. And I’m gonna wait until we get to your suite. Not in the mood to get stared at all the way there.”

Smiling when he got Andy to stop growling at him, he chuckled at the adorable little glare on the omega’s face. Gently pinching his cheek, “Don’t make faces, or it’ll freeze like that. That and it’ll give you wrinkles.” When Andy told him that he knew the rules, he grinned however when Andy said that he was going to wait until they got to his suite as he wasn’t in the mood to walk all the way there naked. Humming a little he moved closer to Andy, before sharply ripping the other’s pants off. “You shoulda thought about that before you were a bad dog. Take the rest off, or I rip it off, pup.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

Andy growled a low warning to Marcellino when the man flicked his ear, just barely stopping himself from slapping the man’s hand away. “Too bad for you, ‘cause I’m not your ‘pupperino’. I’m sure someone else here is just dying for you to call them that, though.” He stopped fussing over his busted lip for the moment and stood up, gesturing for the master to start leading the way out of the Undercroft. “Either your place or the bar, I guess. Unless you’re really set on the strip club.”

When Andy started growling at him, Marcellino gave him a swat on the ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that there would be a hand print there if he lowered his clothing. “Bad dog, don’t growl at me or I’ll spank your bare ass in front of everyone.” Smikring when he was told that someone else was probably dying to hear him say that before he shrugged, “I don’t care about them though, it’s you I’m interested in.” When he stood, and gestured for Marc to lead he hummed for a minute. “Fine, we can go to my suite, but you know the rules. Do you wanna leave your clothes here? Or take them off when we get outside my suite?”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

“What, Twitter? And I still don’t want you calling me that.” Andy shot back, giving Marcellino an irritated little shove, narrowing his eyes at him. It would probably be smarter to not lash out at another master, but the wolf was annoyed. He’d been about to say something, but then the older man swatted him on the ass and the omega jumped slightly in surprise. “Drinks, I guess. I’m not really all that hungry.”

“Is that what it’s called? Then yes Twitter.” Huffing at the slave, he flicked his earlobe. “What if I want you to be my little pupperino? Huh?” When he got shoved, Marcellino couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh we’re really feeling feisty tonight aren’t we, Andrei?” Chuckling again at the omega’s slight jump. “Ok, drinks. You wanna have them in my suite, the bar?” Wiggling his eyebrows, “The strip club? Yeah I think that would be fun. I promise I won’t make you dance for me. Maybe I’ll be nice and even give you a little lap dance.”

#c: andrei

andreiperez:

“Don’t call me that.” Andy snapped at the master, glaring at him as the man stepped closer. It sounded condescending and after his tussle with another master, the omega wasn’t in the mood for it. “That’s because I’m not. I punched him back and gave him a bloody nose, so. Not that upset about the lip.” That he hadn’t paid more for striking back at a vampire was a surprise, but he wasn’t going to complain. Obviously. “Probably not. Sounds like some boring shit to me.” He had no idea what the council did exactly, other than overseeing the various countries, and really had no interest in learning more about it. “Seems like you’re already giving me a run down right now. I could use a drink, though.”

“Why not? I saw someone say it on the bird app, you know the blue one? They said it about this little group of puppies, and one of them looked grouchy just like you.” Smiling at Andy, the master loved, perhaps a little too much, when the omega would snap at him. “You’re so bad sometimes you know that?” Nodding when he was told that he punched the other back. “Good job, you want a treat for it? We can take a shower, head to the restaurant, whatever you want. And you can wear clothes, whatever you want outta my closet.” Chuckling when he was told that it felt as though he as already giving Andy a rundown. “Maybe I am, pup.” Giving him a small swat on the ass. “So drinks, or go out to eat or both?” Moving closer he leaned his head against Andy’s shoulder before kissing at his neck. “Whatever you want, I wanna spoil you as a way of saying sorry.”

#c: andrei

threadyfawcett:

The holiday season was always a rather busy time of year for Arvin and his tailor shop. If there was a time people wanted to look their best, it was usually for the parties and get-togethers, and what better occasion than Christmas and New Years? So most of his time was spend working away in the cosy store.

Hearing the small jingle of the shop bell annouce the arrival of someone, made Arvin look up over his glasses. The sewing work in his hands was briefly stopped. “Welcome.” He addressed the newcomer, eyes looking the up and down, before returning to the work in front of him. “Let me guess. You’re here to pick up the maroon, doublebreasted suit? I was told someone would pick it up on behalf of the client.”

Marcellino for the first time was leaving the comfort of the castle and heading down to the cute little village that they had recently taken over? Under their wing? He wasn’t sure of what exactly to call it. Still the councilman was in line for new suits. It had been quite a few decades since he last actually ordered new ones, and while they were still in quite a good condition some masters had felt the need to point out that they were what one could call.....outdated.

Going to the tailor that was in this little town, he raised an eyebrow when he heard the tailor inquire if the maroon, double breasted suit was his. Shaking his head, he had not yet put in any orders, or at least not to his knowledge. “No, no I don’t think I am here for such a suit. I would be the client.” Offering his hand to the tailor. “I am Marcellino Camilleri, the Councilman of Malta. I am looking to be sized up, and perhaps put in a few orders with your shop.”

#c: arvin

amodthebeast:

The gargoyle wasn’t sure how the vampire in front of him would take to the idea of him wielding a weapon - even if it was a training one - and with his reputation, he knew that most would be put off by the very idea of him holding anything resembling a weapon. It was why his first instinct was to throw the weapon to the ground, wanting to disarm himself and show that he wasn’t a threat to anyone, and it was also why he tried to offer an explanation. After all, he didn’t want someone to think that he had challenged someone just to get his hands on a weapon.

But then the master chuckled, and Amod had to take a deep breath, trying to gauge who this man was. And more importantly… why he didn’t seem too concerned with the famed “vampire killer” holding a weapon or being out of his shackles. “Amod, sir,” the slave answered, bowing his head in a show of respect - as a wolf hybrid, exposing his neck was a sign of loyalty and submission, and even though Amod was strong and capable of death… He still knew where in life he stood.

“…the beast.” Most of the masters he had come across seemed to know precisely who he was before he had even told them, and it was understandable - he was the slave that killed his master, a councilman, and that was sure to spread gossip. And he was sure that many guards whispered about the beast and the various rumors surrounding his being there.

So this was.......the beast that everyone spoke off. Be they on the council or amongst the guards. He killed his master, a fellow member of the council, or something like that anyhow. He found the title of beast far too boorish, and Marcellino did not particularly care for it in any sense. He was far more interested in the first name that the slave introduced himself with. “Amod, who gave you that name? A master, a parent? Has it always been your name?” Looking over how the slave bowed his head but also exposed his neck. Marcellino enjoyed the respect that was shown, but in the gym he had no need for such formalities, waving his hand. “Trust, Amod there is no need for such displays here. I certainly do not need you to be so submissive to me.” His eyes scanning over the other, before raising his eyebrow, “Would you care to join me in the sauna? I find it far more better for private conversations, away from prying eyes, and wandering ears.”

#c: amod

amodthebeast:

@marcellinocamilleri

This was, quite possibly, the first time since arriving to the castle that he finally felt alive.

Even though most guards seemed to regard him as a volatile ticking time bomb, there had been one that challenged the rumors and didn’t think that Amod was capable of such violence. One thing had led to another, and eventually Amod was taken to the castle’s gym - under restraints, of course - and given a couple of the training swords before uncuffing his wrists and allowing him to go at the guard that challenged him.

And, even though the collar around his neck had diminished his strength and speed, it was clear that Amod was capable of fighting and even winning in this makeshift skirmish. Adrenaline surged his veins, growl rumbling in his chest, as he went blow for blow with the guard that wasn’t even playing fair - he was using actual swords - before using one of his swords to block one of the other’s, rolling his shoulder to make the man drop the weapon in his right hand before he used his arm to block the other’s sword, not even flinching as the blade cut into his skin. Instead, however, he used his leg to kick the guard square in the stomach, an action the guard hadn’t prepared for and the force of which caused him to fall flat to the ground. With his swords aimed at the man’s throat, the guard dropped his weapons and ceded defeat, causing the gargoyle to growl with victory.

As the crowd began to disperse, however, Amod’s eyes scanned the dissipating mass of people and saw one lone figure that hadn’t had a collar on, and he realized that a master had witnessed his display of strength. “…They challenged me…” was all Amod could say to defend himself, dropping the weapons in the hopes that the master wouldn’t see him as trying to challenge him.

Marcellino sometimes graced the castle’s gym with his presence usually just relying on the pool in his own suite, and doing other smaller workouts in the large open space. Today though he was in the mood to use the stationary bike while looking over reports that had come in from Malta. However as he was getting his headphones out, and setting up the piece of workout equipment set up for his use, he paused when he heard a rather loud commotion coming from the sparring area, decided that he would take some time to see the fight if it was really that good.

Arms crossed over his chest he watched as a slave fought against one of the castle’s guards. The guards often looked down on many of the slaves, they thought they were their superior, mainly because of the fact the collars they wore were different. However what many of the guards seemed to fail to realize was that without their collars many of the slaves would find it very easy to break the guards. The other true of the matter was that both of them, regardless of what kind of collar it was, wore a collar. They both were beneath their vampire overlords.

When the slave finally defeated the guard, everyone began to disperse, but Marcellino remained watching how the guard departed before his eyes fell back upon the slave. When the slave dropped his weapon, and tried to explain how the guard challenged him, as if he was going to be punished, the councilman chuckled. “Inside of the gym, especially in the sparring ring, it doesn’t matter if you are a master, a slave, or a guard. The only thing that matters is, if you win or not. Clearly the guard failed to realize what he was challenging. What is your name?”

#c: amod

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