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Characters: Ignacio & you
Summary: Various scenarios with various peoples! Starters will be in the comments, but you're welcome to write your own if you'd like to hang out with the vamp.
Date(s): Yes, you guessed it, "various".
Warnings/Notes: Biting, blood-play, sex, language.
Summary: Various scenarios with various peoples! Starters will be in the comments, but you're welcome to write your own if you'd like to hang out with the vamp.
Date(s): Yes, you guessed it, "various".
Warnings/Notes: Biting, blood-play, sex, language.
for Rafaello d'Este
Making certain that Rafa enjoyed their time together was his priority.
They met at the docks after sundown, and by the time Ignacio had steered them away from the coast there were a multitude of beautiful stars above them with the moon risen high. The breeze was calm, allowing for a slow journey among lazy waves. With one hand lightly on the rudder, his other arm was around Rafa's shoulder as they sat together on the comfortable 'couch' built into the ship. The air smelled of the sea, and everything around them was quiet save for the water lapping gently against the sides.
When he spoke it was also gentle, and in his native tongue. ]
It is easy to become lost in thought out here. What do you think of when you are surrounded by peace, Rafa?
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Now that it's calm he sits lounged back, relaxed, and against Ignacio's broad chest. He still has the rope in his hands, and he tugs on it to move the sail when the wind changes. But for the most part it's gentle now, and they're able to take in the starlight. The sky is very clear out here. The constellations are not the ones Rafa knows from earth, but he can pick out shapes in them all the same. When Ignacio speaks, he turns his head a little to look up. He speaks in Spanish too, finding that as straightforward as English. ]
I like it. Messina's water was warmer than this, but far more dangerous. Still, the smells are the same. You sail well, Ignacio.
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[ He hummed in affirmation of that statement, and his arm bent so that he could idly finger the loose strands of Rafa's hair. He noticed it wasn't really an answer to his question, and wondered if something had been lost in translation, but there was also the possibility that Rafa thought unpleasant things in peaceful moments. He wouldn't pry. ]
Thank you. I have been sailing for most of my life. Typically with a crew, but there is calm to be found when I sail by myself. I have not done it as much in these modern times, the waters are tainted with oil rigs and ships bellowing thick clouds of filth. I found myself longing for the days of old, and lose myself to black thoughts.
I loved sailing the Mediterranean, it was my favorite. Spain was my home on land, but the Mediterranean was my home at sea. I often swam in its waters. Did you?
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It is where my enemies lived. The fae, with whom we were at war. The water was their territory, so when I went into it, it was to sink down, and try to push them back. We sailed as little as we could because of that.
[ Which is part of why Rafa had yearned for it so much, and why he likes it now. He shifts position, leaning over so that he can drop his hand down and trail his fingers across the surface. The water ripples around them, and he smiles. ]
The humans have legends, you know, that vampires cannot cross water. They are quite wrong, but the myth has a beginning in fact. Even they can see the faeries, sometimes. They call it the Fata Morgana, and do not know how right they are.
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[ The idea of a war in his home waters... well, that wasn't an unusual occurrence, but it was interesting that Rafa associated such a beautiful mass of water with it. ]
That legend is more accurate where I am from. My kind are weak to water when we are young, particularly water that is moving. A still lake posed no threat, but a rushing river or waterfall felt like acid against our flesh. As you get older it is less painful until it is no longer an issue.
I have a theory that it is because we are bound to the earth, and water moves the earth and reforms it. We become more like stone when we age, strong and formidable, so we can no longer be changed so easily.
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end here? <3
for Wyatt Lawson
It wasn't enough that he enjoyed playing with him as a wolf, or that they communicated in a way that pleased him- light and flattering. It was that the young one was so earnest and heartfelt, open chest paired with honest eyes, he seemed to lay it all out for Ignacio to take him in. And, despite the fact that he had resisted the temptation to bite him, he allowed him to steal a kiss.
Ignacio's first kiss from someone who was not kin.
He had given a lot of thought about it, the way warm lips felt upon his own. It should have been distasteful, he always thought that it would be, but instead he found it... intriguing. It didn't haunt his thoughts, not in the way that Rafa lingered in his mind day in and out, but rather he found those thoughts drifting to him in a pleasant manner, affectionate and lively.
After speaking with Rafa he decided that perhaps he should not avoid this, that he should see where it leads.
The sun had dropped from the sky, bathing the ocean water in the glow of the moon. Ignacio stood in the waves and stared out at the horizon. Behind him was the cottage where Rafa had once gone, where the fey lived, where Wyatt was. Quiet, thoughtful and contemplative, he slowly closed his eyes and reached out to Wyatt with his mind. ]
Come to me...
[ And Wyatt, through their budding bond, would know exactly where he was. ]
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Fuck! Fucking vampires.
[ He mutters, bringing his hand up to his head. It's not the first time Ignacio has spoken into his head, but generally he's been around when he's done it. This is totally unexpected. Cursing, Wyatt grabs a dustpan and brushes up the glass. He leaves it on the counter and looks up, raising his voice. ]
Vex, I gotta go out! Wear shoes in the kitchen, I wasted good beer in here.
[ Then he goes, pulling a grey shirt over his shoulders as he leaves. He's otherwise in the same cut off shorts and sneakers he'd been wearing the last time Ignacio saw him. The shirt is supposed to make him look like less of a hick in front of the vampire. One look at Ignacio tells him it was the wrong call, though. Now Ignacio is shirtless, and looking really fucking good for the fact. Wyatt catches himself staring, and feels his lips tug up into a smile. ]
Little warning next time? I almost pissed myself. But, hi.
[ His eyes sneak down to wander over Ignacio's chest again. Wyatt steps closer. His own shirt lies open, the buttons undone. Wyatt licks his lips. ]
You look....I mean, fuck, if this was supposed to put me off, you suck at this. Tell me Rafa said yes.
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His smile was crooked, the hint of a fang pressed against his lip which gleamed in the moonlight. After Wyatt spoke, he reached out and grasped him by his open shirt to pull him close to his form. They fit together, chest to chest, his skin cold but hardly lifeless; magic swirled in his veins as did his unholy blood. So close that the tip of his nose brushed against Wyatt's, his voice low but able to be heard over the sound of the water lapping upon the shore. ]
He said yes.
[ And then it was his turn to kiss Wyatt, as suddenly as the wolf had kissed him. ]
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Kissing him. Oh god.
Wyatt moans right into his mouth. He leans in, hands moving to slide along Ignacio's bare arms, over his shoulders and around to the back of his neck. There he holds him, and he kisses him back, parting his lips eagerly so that he can taste him. He licks at Ignacio's teeth and tongue, kissing him hungrily but softly, in a way that leaves his lips tingling when they part.
By now his heart is racing and his eyes are bright. He's also semi-erect, that kiss having encouraged what the sheer look of Ignacio had already started.
He has to clear his throat. That was a hell of a kiss. What had they been talking about? ]
He...said yes. [ Fuck, he must mean Rafa. Wyatt's eyes widen. ] You mean to biting? He said you could bite me.
[ His lips spread into a grin. ]
Okay. Cool. So, now?
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And what Ignacio wanted he would have.
Wyatt wasn't the only one with a growing cock, his own pressed beneath the dark material of his shorts. This was not a simple feed, one where he granted his 'victim' pleasure and left them. No. This would be more akin to the intimacy he reserved only for vampires, and he had accepted that fact the moment he called out to the wolf with his mind. There was no turning back now. ]
Now...
[ He whispered, his mouth wet as if the boy had conjured a powerful thirst within him. His tingling lips mouthed down Wyatt's jaw, then halted at his neck where he could inhale his scent deeply. His dark lashes fluttered, tickling his skin, and his possessive growl was beneath his ear. ]
You become mine.
[ His hold on him tightened, their chests so close together that it seemed as though Wyatt's pounding heart had brought Ignacio's to life, the beat of which echoed through him. His lips parted as the needle-sharp press of his fangs threatened one of Wyatt's thick veins before he spoke once more. ]
Give yourself to me.
[ And then, they slowly began to sink in. ]
cw: drug use, discussion of drug use
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for Joseph Kavinsky
As such, he dressed for the occasion and stood outside to wait for his ride just after sunset. He fiddled with his ring idly, his daemon, and then texted Kavinsky shortly after. ]
I hope you have not forgotten about me.
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what son ever forgets teh guy tryin 2 fuck his mom
;(
[nothing more after that. no eta, no time to meet. but it's less than fifteen minutes later before a sleek little dark red car comes ripping through the trees, headlights glaring off the front. despite the guttural roar of the engine, there's no reek of exhaust, no sign of gas burning in its magical inner-workings at all. in a moment, it comes rumbling up in front of them.
kavinsky's window is open. his arm resting on the top of the door. he tips his spiky head out and says,] Hey, old man. You working tonight?
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The fact that he doesn't smell any unpleasant pollution is a relief, also the color is very attractive. As he approaches, his green eyes run along it from front to back, then settle on the driver. ]
Not tonight. I am all yours, if you will have me.
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Come on. I'll drive us out, then we switch up. You'll feel up my gearstick. It'll be good.
[clunk. the door unlocks. kavinsky leans across to push it open.]
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[ He asked calmly as he began to slide into the passenger side of the vehicle. There was a pleased smirk on his face at all the innuendo the youngling threw his way, but he had a feeling that it was all talk. ]
Gladly. Where are you taking me?
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tw rape/homophobic joke
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cw sexual vulgarity
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cw sexual vulgarity
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for Loki
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You have excellent taste.
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Thank you, it suits you. How fortunate am I, that my tribute was accepted by a god.
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Yes. It's not often I find one so fitting.
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writes my own starter because I can
My boyfriends don't like it, [ she says, a hint of humor in her tone. To emphasize what she means, she cranes her neck just a little to show the bite marks still left behind from last time. Despite her healing factor, they're still fairly prominent. That might be because in Vanyel's attempts to outmark Ignacio he just made it that much more difficult for her to heal. She has several love bites on top of his own fang puncture points that leave her skin looking rather raw. She doesn't seem to mind though. ]
One healed them out of spite one time and the other, well. You can see. He tried to make his own marks over it.
hell yeah <3
You pay me a great compliment, by continuing to offer yourself to me despite the protests of those you are intimate with.
[ Honestly, he suspected that her relationship with them could not be that solid- after all, why else would she continue to infuriate them? It wasn't as thought he'd made her his thrall, she was completely free to do as she pleased. And Ignacio was quickly learning that what Rosie took pleasure from was chaos. A personality so unlike his own, but her blood tasted good and she wasn't annoying, so he had no qualms with continuing this. ]
Hmm...
[ He leaned in, as if to inspect her wound, and clucked his tongue lightly at the sight. ]
He sounds quite fierce. Is he one of your kind?
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He's not, [ she answers, sweeping her long hair to one side to keep the marks visible. ] He's a Dragonborn, which is- Human body, soul of a dragon. So he's also got the instincts of one sometimes. Apparently, dragons don't like to share too much.
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[ Ignacio repeated, his voice intrigued. ]
Where I am from, a Dragonborn has a humanoid figure but they are covered in scales and resemble their dragon brethren quite keenly. Some have tails, some wings.
It seems they do have one thing in common, they do not like to share either. Yet you continue to vex him by seeing me.
[ He couldn't help but smile. ]
You are quite a creature, my friend. It must be exhausting, and yet fun, to love you.
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He doesn't have anything like that, though- He did get some magic here that can turn him into a dragon. That was a surprise.
[ She still remembers the way he'd fumbled at first with the transformation. It was, uh. It was quite the sight. ]
I do. But he knows I need to be free to be happy, so... He's good to me, in that way. He's never tried to ask me to be something I wasn't, never tried to change me. Just understand.
At least I'm fun. I can live with exhausting my partners as long as they're enjoying it.
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