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[familiar-finn]

Ride || Finn & Dusty

Finn’s already sour mood seemed to be getting lower and lower as the days passed since Halloween. He couldn’t stand his predicament, that he’d been claimed by Gareth of all the godforsaken people, and now he and Faust were having some sort of spat about his sleeping around which left him currently unable to glamour his true appearance for the time being. Sure, some of it might have been his fault. Perhaps he should have left with Ben when he had the chance and figured out another way to get Faust out. Maybe he shouldn’t have expected his witch to immediately be so accepting and okay with the person he’d become over the years by himself and a conversation should have been had earlier. Choices had been made and now this is where he was – anxious, confused, disappointed, full of regret, and just straight up fucking pissed at the world. 

And most importantly, he lacked any desire to stick around here any more. 

Course, any attempt at leaving Krovs now would be incredibly difficult since he didn’t have his purchased freedom or his powers any more. He couldn’t just run out the front doors and hope he was faster than everyone else. He’d have to scope out some potential escape routes and formulate some plans. Hence, why he headed into the stables for perhaps the first time in his life at Krovs. Finn had convinced Gareth into letting him take riding lessons – not that he needed them – under the guise of it improving his ability to “ride dick.” Even managed to have his master agree to the demon wearing pants and boots albeit with some bright pink frilly top as well. At least Finn got an added charm to his collar to help him stay warm in the dropping temperatures. Faust hadn’t been wrong when he told him that Gareth was easy to manipulate. 

Surprise, surprise though when he walked through the barn and spied a familiar face. “Dusty?” he said, the corner of his lip curving up in a smirk over his fangs. “What are you doing out here?”

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[drluciengaudet]

Lucien was heading to the cafe, yes it was ridiculously hot, but it didn’t make him like coffee any less and for some reason he thought it was both a good idea and something he absolutely needed in that moment. He couldn’t himself understand the cravings or motivations he had as the days passed. Despite the excessive heat, Lucien was in his normal three piece suite leaving the suite because he still was obsessed with his image and would never leave it, by choice, in anything less. 

To his dismay, because of the heat, the cafe held no worker. It didn’t look closed and he quickly heard the sound of moans coming from behind the counter. The sounds were alluring and all of him wanted to get mixed up with what was happening. If he went as far as to look he knew he’d not be able to stop himself from joining in. As it was he was able to hold some semblance of control, thankful for her neurosis that fought against the sexual desire pointing out all the disgusting things that were outside of his lab, not to mention doing something so publicly would ruin his reputation. 

Given things in the current state Lucien was going to head back to his suite but that stirring hunger pulled at him since sex wasn’t getting filled it was replaced by another need. The undercroft wasn’t far, but again his neurosis vetoed him going into that disgusting petri dish of a place. The thought alone made him shudder. Pulling out his phone he looked through slaves. Despite the relentless heat near an hour had passed until Lucien found a suitable one, but when he went to request it, it told him because of the situation he would have to get his own slave, which was completely unacceptable to him. 

Raising his head from the device he saw a rather striking form coming down the hall towards him. He was wearing no collar so Lucien knew he was a master, not one he was familiar with since he wasn’t on the council or from France meaning Lucien had no reason to interact with him, he only caring about those on the council or who had a powerful advantage to give him. At least those were the ones he sought out. There were ones like Hunter, where the sex was too good to not sleep with him. This one, though hitting a number of his boxes for exactly his type visually, tall, well muscled, dark features, but he was a just a nameless master. Furthermore, Lucien had already decided on a slave he wanted. Absently he called out to the other stepping into his path. “I require your assistance. I need you to get this slave for me in the undercroft.” He said as if the other was staff because to Lucien anyone outside the council was just that. 

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[lostlonepup]

The omega had just finished his shower, feeling only slightly better now that he was clean, but he guessed it was as good as he could feel for a while seeing as he was now a slave. He dried his hair and had just pulled up his jogging bottoms the guards had issued him when he spotted a larger male leaving the showers. He kept quiet, he didn't know what people here were like and he didn’t want a black eye on his first day, but when he caught the others scent his wolf whimpered. He bit his bottom lip as he felt his cheeks go hot with embarrassment.

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[drluciengaudet]

Ho Ho No (Lucien/Dusty)

Lucien was in his Christmas outfit looking for Kaden who was to be wearing a matching suit that Lucien found still hanging on the back of the door of his slave’s room where he had left it; he finding it when he went to get the other to accompany him to the party. He’d then stopped by Aurelius’ suite not in the mood to go alone as he hadn’t really wanted to go in the first place, but Aurelius didn’t answer. Lucien had then sent a few texts to his slave when the other finally texted back he was at the party already. The French doctor was near irate with his hedonistic slave, so much so it was near the only reason he want to the party. Kaden wasn’t going to stay until he went back to the suite and changed into what Lucien provided the ungrateful thing. How, after everything Lucien had done for him, he could still be so completely disrespectful to him the doctor was absolutely clueless. He kept expect the kresnik to react as he expected, but the other still seemed to blatantly ignore his requests constantly even more so around the most ridiculous holiday, if it could be called such a thing any longer. 

He’d made it to the party and was scanning the area not seeing the focus of his current ire, which was making his constant annoyance at the garish decorations and idiotic festivities even worse, if such a thing were even possible. His face was back in his phone as he was angrily tapping out a message heading blindly to the bar needing a glass of fine wine to deal with the obnoxious amount of people. Lucien had never liked large crowds, which he was reminded of as someone bumped him and he dropped his phone mid rant. 

“You boorish fool!” Lucien snapped far louder than he normally spoke when in public. The doctor usually reserving such tones for private spaces, but he was a bit frayed or more than usual. “You could have damaged my device.” He grit as he stood checking his phone before glaring to the obstruction finally realizing who he’d crossed path’s with. Unfortunately Lucien had fed prior to the party so his cheeks instantly flushed when he met the taller man’s gaze. “Oh, Mr. Rhodes...” He cleared his throat absently as his gaze shifted from the younger man’s to the bar and anywhere but at the other who he’d last tangled with and had actively avoided since heat week. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

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[mannythejaguar]

Here Kitty Kitty || Manny & Dusty

Manny wasn’t sure if this was a great idea, being bound, blindfolded, and gagged at Dusty’s mercy. Well, he wasn’t entirely complaining either; any other day he would be thrilled to be in this situation. Dusty was great fun to play with when they did, and he enjoyed being tied up from time to time. The one thing that made him nervous though was that Dusty was now a newborn vampire, and in his experience, their lack of control over their thirst tended to make them dangerous. Yet, somehow the thrill of that ever present danger only added to the shifter’s arousal as he knelt on the floor, waiting for the master to get started. While he trusted Dusty, he still had access to his shifting abilities, so he knew he could defend himself if he had to. The shifter sat on his knees, calm and quiet while he waited, his ears trained to any sound of the other man approaching to start their fun. 

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[mannythejaguar]

Here kitty kitty -Dusty

The next character to say “Here Kitty Kitty” in my askbox owns my character leashed, gagged, with their hands tied behind his back and blindfolded for 48 hours.