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familiarbear​:

War had become so commonplace in the last sixty years that he was getting used to it. Nothing was good in the world when all you did was fight. Bear was exhausted and though they had lost the war, he was glad it was over. It still felt like a dream until Boyd’s hand brushed against his. The touch was the most comforting thing he had felt in years, almost three hundred years since they had last been together. “Boyd,” he said softly.

A few moments passed before he was pulling the wyvern into his arms, hugging him tightly. His feelings were at war with themselves. With all the grief from the war and losing his witch, mixed with the happiness he felt for seeing Boyd, he almost crumbled in his arms. The familiar squeezed Boyd tightly, desperate for it not to be a dream. If his eyes opened, he wanted to be sure that the wyvern would be still be there. “Please be real.” 

There was several long moments before they were holding onto each other tight. They should have been fleeing but it was clear from how Bear was clinging to him that he was upset. He hated feeling those negative emotions coming off of the familiar and he held onto him tightly, trying to use his arms to ground him. People were still moving around him and he thought now was a good time to take care of him. 

Finn knew the other was right. He’d been involved in the war long enough to have made enemies who’d recognize him around here. And that wouldn’t bode well for him at all. He needed to get back to the coven, though he hardly had the motivation to do so. It didn’t feel right going back there without Faust at his side. The familiar glanced up at Boyd, studying him for a moment. Definitely wasn’t vampire, but not a species he’d come across before by the scent. It seemed to safe to say they were on the same team here. 

With a slow exhale, Finn pushed himself back to his feet. “All right,” he replied, “Where do you suggest we go? I could use a minute.” 

Seeing the other rise to his feet was encouraging. Even though the war itself was over, the aftermath was just beginning. Boyd took in the area around them, observing the buildings. There were a great deal that were crumbled down and useless to them, but an equal amount were still partially intact. “If we could find somewhere with a cellar, that would be the best.” He hadn’t explored the village previously to know of such a place. 

familiarbear​:

The familiar was exhausted. After weeks of fighting, his energy was drained but it was more than that. The death of Abigail left him without a purpose again and he was feeling the heavy weight of it as he moved through the town. Having shifted to his human form, there were many eyes on him because he towered over everyone. He was hoping it would keep them all away from him, not wanting to be asked to help anyone. Bear had proven that he wasn’t good at saving people, he couldn’t even save the one person he was meant too. 

He paused in the middle of the town, taking a moment to rest. He heard a familiar voice calling his name, making him turn slowly on the spot. It felt like an illusion to see the wyvern before him, a cruel trick even. Stepping forward slowly, he scanned his face, seeing signs of the war on him but it was still him. “Boyd?” he asked, speaking soft.

Taking a few more steps forward, he reached out to cup the wyvern’s cheek. It was a test to make sure it is real. “Is it really you?”

When he fought in this war, he expected to lose a lot of acquaintances. What he didn’t expect was to find an old one. The moment their eyes met, he knew it wasn’t an illusion. It may have been 300 years, but that didn’t dull the warmth he felt seeing him again. They moved closer to each other almost hesitantly, as if they would both wake up from this dream far too early. It was only when Bear touched him that he knew it was true.

Lost || Finn & Boyd

Finn had managed to narrowly escape becoming some freak’s lab rat. Thank god he still had enough strength to persuade some guard to set him free. He’d immediately pinned the man to the ground and feasted off his soul and entire life energy to recharge himself.

He wandered with his cloak’s hood up, wanting to attract as little attention as he could. He’d forgone glamouring himself to spare his still low energy from whatever the witches had done and hid his most obvious tail under his bloodied clothing. He needed to get out of here, get back to the coven, figure out their next plan…if there even was one. 

The demon started to crack as he thought about that, realizing not only had he lost the love of his life, but he’d lost his leader. What would he and the coven do now without Faust? They’d lost the war now in more ways than one. Finn slowed his pace and slumped against the nearest wall, one hand clutching as his still aching chest as he slid to the floor. Was it even worth escaping here? What life could he possibly live now without his witch in it? 

He heard approaching footsteps, but didn’t bother looking up, his face mostly hidden by the hood. The steps slowed and Finn could see a pair of shoes in his peripherals. “I’m fine,” he grumbled, hoping no one would question him. Most of the demons allied with vampires, so perhaps he could use that to his advantage unless someone recognized him as an enemy. “Keep walking. I’m just resting.” 

@gaothnamara

It felt wrong to surrender, if this could all be considered a surrender. The majority of the forces had been killed and the remainder were being pushed out of the castle. There was nothing left, fighting would only be for death. That was the sentiment he shared with anyone who looked like they were ready to turn back and throw their life away. The wyvern wasn’t sure what he would do next, but he would keep doing what he was doing before, protecting anyone who needed it and helping others. 

Although he had never intended to end up at the center of the war, at Castle Athizia of all places, it was where the battle had pulled him. He was covered in blood before long, the battle gruesome and unrelenting. That is until the fae king fell and the vampires claimed the castle. There was no recovering from such a loss and Boyd took the opportunity to fall back to a safer area rather than stand around and wait to be slaughtered. 

Among those who fell back into the forest and toward the village was a familiar figure, tall and muscled. Despite the years since he last saw him, a few hundred in fact, he still recognised him. The sight of Bear brought a wide smile to his face. Their parting hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant experience, the family of Bear’s witch at the time running him out of their village. 

Considering they were all trying to get away from whatever punishments the vampires wanted to dole out to the losing side, he was carefully how he approached him, getting 20 feet away from him before calling out his name, to make sure it was him. However, Boyd was sure he could never forget Bear, no matter how long it’s been. Even just seeing him made his whole body warm despite the cold Russian weather around them.

“Bear!” 

Boyd fought on the side of fae, though he primarily fought to protect humans in villages that couldn’t protect himself. He will still be trying to do that as much as possible even though the war itself has concluded. 

Thread/plot suggestions: 

those who might have fought together and commiserate the loss

antagonistic vampires enjoying their win

non-vampires trying to make plans to get somewhere far away and safe

Key disclaimer: Muse does not equal the Mun.

Topics are NEUTRAL & can be interchangeable for consent: they are not necessarily a kink/turn–on for the Muse.

BDSM & D/s are not sexual – it is psychological/emotional release. Sexual connotations are optional.

INSTRUCTIONS

Bold topics your Muse enjoys (affection/pleasure) or requires (discipline/aversion).

Italicise topics your Muse is interested in.

Strikethrough your Muse’s hard limit / no, esp. if it concerns Canon.

Ignore topics your Muse is neutral; neither for nor against.

I AM A

Switch ● Top ● Bottom/Submissive ● Slave ● Pet ● Sadist ● masochist ● sadomasochist ● Dominant/Domme ● Dominatrix ● Master ● Mistress

I CAN BE CALLED

By my name/nicknames ● good girl ● good boy ● naughty boy ● naughty girl ● slave ● toy ● boy/girl ● bitch ● sissy ● slut/whore ● brat

Sir/Sire ● Miss ● Madam/Ma’am ● Master ● Mistress ● Dom ● Domme ● Goddess ● Lady ● Handler ● Owner ● Daddy ● Mommy

I REQUIRE

Comfort/Praise ● Aftercare ● Discipline ● Punishment ● Corporal Punishment ● Funishment ● Rules ● Training ● Slave Training ● Beatings:Soft ● Beatings:Hard ● Voice Correction ● Sounds Correction ● Sexual Humiliation ● Female Dominance ● Male Dominance ● NonBinary Dominance

INTERCOURSE & GRATIFICATION

Anal ● Vaginal ● Pegging ● Finger Sex ● Fisting ● Mouth/Throat Play ● Sex:Soft ● Sex:Rough ● Bareback ● Safe Sex ● Double Penetration ● Tit Fucking ● Clothed Sex ● Group Sex ● Public Sex

SEXUAL ACTS & INTIMACY

Oral Sex:GIVE ● Oral Sex:RECEIVE ● Deep Throat ●  Cream Pies ● Cum Shot ● Prostate Massage ● Prostate Milking ● Overstim:Consent ● Overstim:Forced ● Orgasm:Denial ● Orgasm:Forced ● Masturbation ● Mutual Masturbation ● Nipple Play ● Swallowing Semen ● Biting ● Scratching ● Licking ● Rimming ● Hair Pulling ● Face Slapping ● FaceSitting ● Pompoir ● Frotting ● Humping ● HotDogging

DISCIPLINING

Physical Examination ● Marking:Temporary ● Marking:Permanent ● Visible Marks ● Feeding/Force Fed ● Forced Dressing ● Shaving Rites ● Makeup Ritual ● Interrogation ● Standing/Kneeling In Corner ● Wash with Soap ● Cages/Closets/Coffins ● Sexual Deprivation ● Positive & Negative Reinforcement ● Positive & Negative Punishment

IMPACT PLAY

Over The Knee ● Standing ● Against a Surface/Object ● On the Bed ● Diaper Position

Hand ● Belt ● Paddle ● Crop ● Whip ● Switch ● Cane ● Wooden Hairbrush ● Other

SEX TOYS & TORTURE

Anal Beads ● Anal Stretching ● Anal Gaping ● Anal Insertion ● Butt Plugs ● Dildos ● Vibrators ● Blindfolds ● Gags ● Mouth Bits ● Collar & Leash ● Food Play ● Cock&Ball Torture ● Clit Torture ● Nipple Torture ● Clamps ● Weights

RESTRAINTS & BONDAGE

Handcuffs ● Spreader Bars ● Stocks/Yokes ● Shackles ● Suspension Bondage ● Rope Bondage ● Gasmasks ● Hoods ● Mummification ● Straitjackets ● Breast Bondage ● Shibari ● Chastity

EDGE PLAYS

Sensory Deprivation ● Breath Play ● Knife Play ● Blood Play ● Temperature Play ● Fire Play ● Electro Play ● Branding ● Piercings ● Tattoos

BODY FETISHES & MEDICAL

Size Difference ● Height Difference ● Lactation ● Breast Inflation ● Penis Pumping ● Scrotal Inflation ● Sounding ● Saliva Play ● Enemas ● Vomit Play ● Needles ● Catheter Play ● Menstruation Play

OTHER / FANTASIES

Uniforms ● Domestics ● Lingerie ● Sissification ● Power Play ● Pet Play ● Pony ● Kitten ● Dog ● Human Furniture ● Human Objects ● Breeding ● Rape Fantasy (Restraint Play)

TOXIC / ABUSE

NonCon:Real ● DubCon:Real ● Slavery:Real ● Bruising ● Castration ● Injections

OTHER / XENOPHILIA

“Oh no no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just saying, it’s just what I normally do.” Sean blushed softly, he didn’t mean it to sound as rude. He didn’t even mean it at all. “I hope then, that I do see you more.” Did he just say that out loud? Sure, the guy was cute but this was his first time meeting him, his first impression and he felt that he was ruining it. Stepping from behind the counter, he approached the other again. “I’m sorry. I don’t really know meals. I just gather the ingredients. I suck at cooking unless it’s frozen.”

*

He chuckled, glad to hear he wasn’t upset. The additional comment made him pause, looking to the other again. “Keep saying cute things like that and you will,” he replied before looking back to the vegetables, starting to pick a few out. “Really? Now that sounds like a crime.” Was he allergic to eating the fresh food or something? “You should swing by my place one day, I’ll make you a meal and show you what you’re missing.” He definitely preferred getting to use a kitchen, but he could always just make a campfire in front of the store to cook on if he had to. 

“Already have to be honest. Though I may do one more sweep before I lock up.” It was empty until this customer had come in, so Sean had already made sure to start his clean up when he had time. The quicker that got done, the quicker he could close up and spend the rest of the day doing something relaxing. Watching the male with intrigue, he couldn’t say he had seen him in the store before. “This your first time to town?” He asked curiously, resting against a post that was behind the counter. One thing about the grocery store was that Sam, the owner, kept the look and feel of the building to be medieval looking. He said it gave it it’s charm and made some of the creatures feel a little nostalgic in nature. Unlike the convenience store which was like any regular, modern day looking store. “I can be, at least, anything from the baskets further down were picked fresh by me this morning.”

*

“Am I just making a mess for you?” he asked, teetering on the fence between genuine and joking. He’d seen folks get angry for a lot less. “Not necessarily, but it’s my first time in here for sure.” It might become a more common thing, he had some ideas in mind and plans for how he wanted his future to develop. One of them involved more food and meals in their suite. Turning to face what he’d indicated, Boyd took in the design, feeling comforted by it. He would definitely be coming back here. “In that case, do you have any recommendations for meals to make with these fresh ingredients?”

familiarbear​:

While he would have normally wanted to prepare his lover to take his length, he had lost the will for that kind of patience. Instead he was pushing his cock against his entrance, thrusting up to fill him. The moans that spilled from the wyvern’s lips were his reward and he drank them in with their kiss, the sounds tasting sweeter than a soul to him. No matter how often he tried to be gentle and take his time, it felt like neither of them had the patience for that. He cursed loudly, burying his face against his lover’s neck as he sunk down on his cock. “Fuck, Boyd,” he growled.

The familiar wasn’t a wolf, he didn’t have the desire to breed like they did but sometimes he wished he could, just to make sure he fucked his lover until he was filled with his essence. The fingers in his hair brought him back to the moment and his hands lingered on his hips, holding them in place as he started to use Boyd’s body, fucking him hard and fast. As he fucked into the wyvern, the fridge moved with them slamming back into the wall, the sounds of things falling from shelves echoing and mingling with his moans of pleasure. 

Not matter how rough Bear got, Boyd’s body could take it. Even if it couldn’t, he wouldn’t stop the possessive and aggressive way the familiar fucked him. It was exactly what he needed to satisfy his heat. The various items in the fridge and the kitchen didn’t matter, they could fall and break but he didn’t dare make him stop. Instead, he was groaning loudly, rocking his hips to meet every slam of Bear’s into him. 

“So you’re like me, unable to sleep and restless as fuck.” He smiles and looks up at the sky, looking at the stars and the moon before turning his attention back to the other. “Nah, I don’t really get cold. Being a dragon has its advantages in weather like this.” He answers the others question. “If anything it’s cool to me outside, perfect weather.”

*

That was certainly one way to describe it. Perhaps he was restless, but he wasn’t about to wake his familiar slave to help him settle down. Taking walks worked much better. At the mention of his dragon blood, Boyd’s eyes seemed to light up. He didn’t wear a collar which meant he could be a claimed slave or a master, but the way he held himself made him suspect the later. “I suppose it’s only natural for dragons to think alike,” he hummed. 

“Ah.  That would explain why we haven’t met before.  I was going to say, I’m pretty sure that I’d remember you.”  The other man was very good looking, after all, and Julien was usually pretty good with remembering faces anyway.  “And I appreciate it, thank you.  You’ve been very helpful already as it is.”

*

“I’m pretty unforgettable,” he replied with a bright smile and a wink. He liked the casual air of this conversation, and he felt comfortable in it. He hadn’t had any negative encounters with any of the vampire masters yet but he was always slightly on edge, cautious to prevent anything from happening. He didn’t feel on edge with Julien, at least not for the moment.  “I’m here now for you to get to know, if you ever feel like it.” 

“No.”  Gareth drawled with a snort, sure that he looked a little rough.  It probably would have been easy enough to just have a guard deliver a slave up to him for the night, but the lamia preferred to pick who he spent his heats with.  He wasn’t in the mood to deal with some mouthy little shit they could have potentially brought him.  The master smirked a bit, silently pleased when Boyd stepped closer.  “How commanding do you want?”  He closed some more of the space between them.  “Won’t Bear be upset if I steal you for a few hours?”

*

The quick snort of a reply made him chuckle. His heat was mostly due to being around werewolves in heat, but the lamia probably had it much worse, more naturally inclined to it than him. In the castle, though, it didn’t matter. If they were both in heat, why not do each other a favor? Boyd thought about it, tapping him chin in a dramatic gesture of thoughtfulness. “I don’t think I’m mind you ordering me around, I promise I’m not mouthy and will only talk back a little.” He closed the remainder of the space between them, reaching out to drag his fingers down Gareth’s arm. “He’s having his own fun right now, he won’t mind. Unless you’d rather invite him?”

familiarbear​:

Boyd had always been kind and sweet to him so he had no idea what a mean version of the wyvern would look like. He continued grumbling before leaning back on the bed, more than ready to climb back in. “Well if you insist.” Wrapping his arm around Boyd’s waist, he pushed him back on the bed and hovered above him stealing another soft kiss, lingering for a moment. 

Bear wasn’t the kind to like being tied down and dragged around on a leash but, for Boyd, he might be open to it. The wyvern had a way of pushing him out of his comfort zones. “Are you sure you just don’t want to get on my back and ride me around in the snow?” he asked, quirking a brow at his master. “I could be okay with that, for you.”

It didn’t take much to get Bear back in his arms, kissing and being happy together. They had the entire rest of the day to spend in bed, or on the sofa or wherever they wanted, honestly. Maybe a little exercise would be good for them. 

familiarbear​:

It might have been the heat talking but he never wanted to be further than twelve feet away from him. He would endure being tied down for that, and because he trusted him, more than anyone in the world. Having Boyd in his arms comforted him for a few minutes, quelling his possessive need for the wyvern. As soon as they were kissing and pressed together, that control started slipping again. “Perfect idea,” he growled, absently rocking and grinding against his lover, trying to get some kind of friction to ease his desires. 

He used the fridge to pin his lover up as he brought his fingers to his mouth, coating them in saliva. As desperate as he was, he knew it was going to be rough and reckless and he didn’t want to hurt Boyd. Once they were coated, he coated his cock with it before pressing his fingers to the wyvern’s entrance, spreading around the make shift lubricant. The way Boyd was rocking told him he didn’t want to wait any longer and neither did he. Angling his cock at his entrance, he pushed up slowly, inching forward until Boyd was completely wrapped around his length. He let out a low growl, surging up to kiss him, deepening it quickly. 

Now that he had Bear, any moment not spent fucking felt like a crime. He wanted, jaw dropped open as he panted, as the familiar wet his fingers, knowing exactly where they were going. He groaned at the press against his entrance, not enough to give him any relief or pleasure but enough to make his hips rock desperately. Finally, Bear was pushing into him and he moaned out in pleasure. The hard kiss muffled any other noise to come, tongues dragging together soon after.

familiarbear​:

He knew as soon as their lips met, the last of his patience would fall away but that didn’t stop him from wanting to touch his lover. His hand pressed between them, encircling the wyvern’s hard length, his thumb dragging against the tip in circles. “I mean it,” he growled, his control slipping away. A loud moan reverberated against his lips as they finally kissed. It was enough to sate him for only a second before he was aiding the wyvern in tugging his pants down his hips, kicking them away. 

Now that they were both naked and pressed together, he couldn’t wait any longer. Bear’s hands moved to his hips before sliding down his ass and pick him up. Boyd wasn’t that much shorter but he wanted the wyvern’s lips close as he deepened the kiss. With a few stumbled steps, he pushed his lover against the fridge door, his teeth nipping at his lips. “Where?” he asked, the only word he managed to breathe out when he just wanted to bend Boyd over the kitchen counter and take him. 

He knew Bear meant it because he rarely suggested or offered being tied up. If he was now, it meant he really did want Boyd to tie him up so he couldn’t leave and cause undue stress on both of them. As their lips met, the kiss immediately transformed into something needy and rough, mouths opening for each other’s tongues. Bear’s pants were soon on the floor, and Boyd was soon hoisted up in his arms, his preferred place to be.