#krovs halloween 2024

[alasdairxbishop]

The other's permission was all Alasdair would need to fall over the edge into the most mind-blowing, obscene orgasm he'd probably ever experience. Being high and that turned on was certainly something he'd never experienced in his twenty-five years. He felt Gwyn's fingers slip between the waistband of his golden shorts and his heated skin, moaning with lust against the other's pretty lips when he felt the finger tease his hole. As soon as he heard Gwyn's go ahead, Alasdair's cock twitched and spilt against the sith's, his warm cum coating Gwyn's hard length and the nephilim couldn't help but look down between them to watch it happen. "Oh fuck," he gasped softly as he rode out his high, his chest heaving with the need to get his breath back after the most incredible orgasm he'd ever experienced. "Now you.." he whispered, knowing Gwyn would still be able to hear him despite the music and the crowd.

Gwyn welcomed the kiss eagerly, nipping at Dair's pretty pink lips, returning all the passion and force the younger man gave him. Gwyn loved how he slipped into such neediness in intimacy, knowing there was likely very little Alasdair wouldn't do if the sith asked it of him now. His awareness was pouring into the body so tightly pressed against his own, the candy-sweetness of Dair's scent with the drug mixed in, shaft pulsing hot and slick against Gwyn's own. They'd both be a mess once he was done. "Go on," He purred, letting the nephilim's hand press him close, hips rocking rhythmically. The sith snuck beneath the back of those golden shorts again to tease two fingers between Dair's cheeks and pet over his hole, a dry, gentle friction. His mind was glowing with the knowledge that he wouldn't be far behind, not with the other pleading so desperately and the feeling of the crowd surging around them in that same rhythm. "Let me feel you, darling."

[kresnikxkaden]

Working was more fun for Kaden than any party, especially on Halloween. It seemed that he timed things out well because later in the night had more calls coming in for party goers getting too drunk and violent and rowdy. And also it seemed Ransom had been feasting on all the earlier aggression and fear and needed a patience celestial to dose him down before he did something stupid.

He'd gotten a call about a bar patron causing disorderly conduct at Euphoria –– wasn't the first time there or at Cannabites this evening. Naturally the guy was drunk as a skunk and probably dosed on other things, a mortal barely capable of standing and Kaden was sure he was hardly conscious. If it had been a supernatural being he would've brushed it off and taken him straight to the tank at the station, but humans weren't always so lucky to come out of that with no consequences. Kaden took him to Oymyakon Health Clinic instead.

Still wearing his Eddie Munson costume but with an obvious badge on his hip, the kresnik cop dragged his suspect out of his cruiser and into the shiny new building. The crisp white lighting of the entry felt slightly less cold than outside and far more sterile, Kaden's muscles tensing out of instinct being in any sort of hospital or laboratory setting. He waited patiently for someone to come out and help him.

"Howdy, doc." He assumed anyone wearing scrubs or a white coat would be such. Kaden gestured to the costumed man who wouldn't be standing if he weren't holding him up. "Picked this one up from Euphoria not too long ago. I ain't a doctor but I'm pretty sure he needs some medical attention before I take him to the station for processing."

@ravisurendra

[lorenzoxreyes]

Halloween had never been one of Enzo's favourite holidays, but it was interesting just how into it Krovs got. Instead of dressing as some kind of serial killer or monster, Enzo thought it fitting to dress as something much less intimidating. With very little covering his tall, tanned form except for a few bits of white material and gold jewellery, Enzo looked every bit the Greek god he was dressed as.

He'd found various people to entertain him so far, but he was still hungry. His needs hadn't been met, not even close, and with his abilities in play he needed more to satisfy him. One of the things he did hate about being a staff member was the collar around his neck, and the way it subdued his abilities. Pros and cons, he guessed. At least he wasn't a slave.

Enzo had just come out of the suffocating warmth of one of the clubs when someone caught his eye -- someone he'd never seen before, which immediately piqued his interest. The siren followed the other along the street, quickly catching up. "Think it's safe to be out here all alone tonight?" He asked with a little grin.

@ravisurendra

[adrasian]

for @councillor-roland

He had stopped worrying at some point about the consequences, come the next day. Perhaps come the next hour. Adrasia's drunken thoughts were too slippery to wrestle into coherent shape at the moment and the most solid of them had been around how badly his feet hurt. He had taken to carrying one sandal, the one that had broken again after he fled, then both when that proved too uncomfortable, but the street was hardly any kinder on his soles. Why had he been in the street? For a moment's break from Euphoria's oppression, Adrasia remembered now, but it had been far longer than a moment.

He could hear low hum of party-goers still chattering as they walked through the square and the distant sound of music still pouring from the clubs. He would have to summon the courage to go back there, though the celestial couldn't remember why. He was shivering slightly, his costume half-pulled around his shoulders like a cloak, the cold stone of the fountain's edge seeping through the fabric he sat on and chilling his thighs. All he'd thought was how nice the water would feel on his feet. They certainly weren't sore anymore, that was blessing. But it was so late. He had to go back.

Adrasia summoned up his willpower, extracting his legs from the fountain slowly as if he was moving through honey. Still too fast, the lamplights were spinning dangerously. He only managed to half-turn himself, perched side saddle on the stone with his damp calves folded under him before he grunted and braced a hand against the stone. Only the click of heels on the cobbles roused the celestial from his trance, the faintest lingering caution making Adrasia try to lift his drooping head. The other was only a smudge against the trees before the sight of him coalesced to something real and solid, the celestial making a soft noise of surprise in recognition. "Oh. Hello, Roland," His voice sounded faint even to him, completely lacking his normal formality. "It's you. I think I need - to apologize to you."

[adrasian]

Adrasia tried to shut his eyes against the swirling lights and the sight of Raphael stretched out above him, the feeling of the sofa swaying beneath him like a ship with every thrust. It was all far too much, the angel reduced to some writhing, sweating thing -- it was nearly a relief when the compulsion hit. His peak took him all at once, his back arching off the cushions, voice giving with a gasp as Adrasia's thoughts scattered to pieces.

He couldn't remember himself or the man on top of him, not where he was or why. For a long moment, he could only feel the intimate throb of the other's cock spilling inside of him, flooding him, his own twitching almost violently as the angel painted his chest in white for the second time. It dragged out in fits and starts, a few bitten-off whimpers punctuating Adrasia's stuttering breaths as the blaze of sensation finally began to subside. He didn't try to form words again. He only shuddered, his lashes fluttering, his hands dragging down Raphael's chest as the rocking of the ghoul's hips continued. Some part of him feared it would never stop.

Raphael took Adrasia's sounds as purely pleasure, the moans and pleas like music to his ears. He knew the celestial didn't hate him as much as he liked to claim, otherwise he wouldn't be so hard, on the verge of bursting into a second orgasm like this. That revulsion wouldn't be mixed with lust and arousal now that Raph stopped using his powers on him. He kept going, hips snapping into the celestial slave and soon becoming erratic as pressure within his lower gut built hotter and tighter. His cock swelled inside the sweet, tight, not so virtuous ass clinging perfectly around him. Again, that thought of claiming a third slave crossed his mind if Adrasia kept holding his attention like this.

"I know you can't," he murmured low, sure Adrasia meant he couldn't contain his ecstasy any longer. Neither could Raph. "Cum for me," he ordered just as he hit his own climax and continued fucking his seed into the slave throughout the waves of orgasm.

[nicotine-noah]

closed starter for @adrasian

Dancing was fun at the best of times but it was even more fun with all the drugs and booze coursing through Noah's veins. He'd long ago lost track of everything he'd taken, just relishing in the fact that he could take things at all and finally be messed up enough for that undercurrent of anger he always had to go away for a while. He absolutely intended to get as fucked up as possible but he wasn't yet at the point where he couldn't remember anything (though he was very much aiming to get there). He was feeling pretty damn good, though, crushed in among the other dancing bodies, the bass thrumming in his chest and his head spinning just enough to make it amazing. All the exposed skin from his costume made it even better, as someone's hand trailed over his hip and someone else's lips touched his neck. The name of this bar was accurate as hell because euphoria was definitely what Noah was feeling right now.

He actually did need a break, though, as much as it felt like he could've kept dancing forever. Noah also needed another drink. He managed to make his way to the edge of the dance floor and stumble his way free of the crush of bodies only to bump into someone, spin, and trip falling sideways into a booth. He landed on his back, arm banging off the table which stung brightly for a moment before he burst out laughing at how ridiculous that was. Well, at least he was sitting down now. Hauling himself into a sitting position he blinked as he noticed there was already someone in the booth and across from him. "Hey." He grinned, squinting and not recognizing the person. "Some fall, huh? My ears crooked?" He reached up to adjust the ears on their headband, unknowingly making them a lot more crooked than they had been and laughing again. The guy seemed familiar and Noah dropped his hand from the headband, turning to face him properly. His ears were ringing from the music and his vision was a little blurry but the face finally came to him and he slapped the table as he remembered. "You're the pushy angel!" Far from sounding offended by that, Noah was delighted he'd remembered. "You drinkin' vodka?" He leaned across and grabbed Adrasia's glass (after a couple failed attempts) and took a sip, making a face and nearly spitting it back out. "Water? The fuck kinda bullshit is this?" He put the glass back down, clearly disgusted, and enthusiastically waved over a waiter. "Hey! Yeah, we need shots like now. Like...four shots of..." he squinted at Adrasia again, trying to think of something fun but it was kind of hard to think at all. "...tequila! Lime and salt too."

[kellbishop]

The outfit that Tiernan had picked for Kell to wear for Halloween had been better than the human had expected, but he wasn't overly thrilled about it either. It would hardly be the first time that he'd worn something like angel wings or been put in a costume that left very little to the imagination, but the boxers that he was wearing didn't do much against the cold and Kell didn't much care for the leash that his master had attached to his collar either. He'd grumbled a little at the ghoul but hadn't put up that much fuss getting into the costume, just relieved once they gotten somewhere warm.

An hour or so into stepping into Euphoria, Kell had given Tiernan the slip when his master was distracted by someone else. The human settled the leash over his shoulder, sure that the rule about not losing his collar also applied to it, and made his way to the bar. Kell was brought up short, however, when he caught sight of Gwyn and the costume that the master was in. He whistled playfully, changing direction to walk toward the sith instead. "Well, don't you look amazing." The slave complimented with a small smile. "Why do I feel like you can pull off any look?"

@gwyndolence

[cairorenaud]

Cairo's first stop was Euphoria to visit with his Father. It came as little surprise that Lucien and him had some elaborate theme running and he shared his costume and the part it played to antagonize the cambion in town for his own amusement. Another playful trait from his father. The two shared a drink and their plans for the evening, the tricks and treats before he excused himself when he saw one of his favorite treats enter the club from the VIP section. Raphael's area had the best vantage point, as it should.

Cairo stepped through the teleport and was soon next to Gideon at the bar with his own drink after the other had ordered. "And who are you this evening?" He asked, despite his costume, Cairo wasn't big on the lore, he didn't even know much of the character he was, just that it would annoy Shade and that was his only goal. "Though I do like the way the costume fits." He added letting his eyes roam over Gideon's ass which was accentuated perfectly in the suit.

@grechtcr

[masterxhunter]

Listening to Finn beg and moan was just so unbelievably satisfying, given how much the familiar enjoyed insulting him and chewing him out unless his dick was in him. He smirked against Finn's neck, letting his fangs graze the skin there as he fucked him harder and harder. "Good boy," he purred, fucking Finn through it as he felt the slave's hole tighten around his cock, knowing that he was close. "Must've been either really pent up, or you just really love my dick," Hunter groaned, fucking in deep and holding himself there as he felt Finn's orgasm hit him. He couldn't help himself, sinking his fangs into the slave's neck as he fucked him, his own release following soon after. With a growl, Hunter shoved in as deep as he could, filling Finn's hole with his cum before slowly fucking it into him, holding the familiar against the tiled wall.

Finn moans in concert with Hunter as the young vampire bottomed out inside him. His gloved fingers curled closed against the tiled wall. His gritted teeth did nothing to suppress the noises of pleasure escaping his throat, each one just as loud and echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom as the minutes passed. "Fuck me, please, keep goin', feels so fuckin' good..." The familiar's pleas fell out on a loop in between gasps, grunts, and groans. His own cock strained and leaked pinned against the wall. The pressure in his lower belly kept building and building, tighter and tighter until it finally exploded with a cry from Finn, his seed spilling against the tiles and his stomach while he rocked back against Hunter, clenching tight around him to bring him over the edge.

[gwyndolence]

for @taliesin-mistry

"I don't think they should be too high. You've worn heels before, haven't you, darling?"

Gwyn squinted down at the contents of the makeup bag he'd dumped over his bed, posing the question casually over his shoulder as he rifled through the phenomenal amount of eyeshadow pots he'd totally forgotten he owned. Taliesin had been banished to the bathroom almost as soon as the guards had delivered him to try on his costume before the sith got his hands dirty doing the pretty human's makeup. Dair would be joining the party eventually, but seeing as his costume involved little more than a shiny pair of gold shorts and his own good looks, Gwyn had thought it all the better to pat the nephilim on the ass and give him the early evening to himself.

For now, they had the suite to themselves and Gwyn could properly appreciate the sight of Taliesin wiggled into the skimpy pink one-piece he'd be wearing for the night, grinning and giving him a wolf whistle as he patted the bed beside him. "What do you think? Leave the shoes off for now, actually, let me make you gorgeous first."

[officermorozov]

It was no surprise with the amount of calls going around with it being Halloween, what was surprising is the amount of people that were on more than just alcohol this time around. Of course Ransom's first time was Dempsey who he got into it with and nearly broke in two. Good thing the little shit was durable because he had a mount on him. Lucky for him Valentine stepped in and cleared things up. He, surprisingly, wasn't the one distributing this time around so got a pass.

The two broke off to take separate calls as the night grew worse, it always went that way on Halloween, some part of him liked it more than he'd admit. He liked working, arresting people, the aggression and volatility of it all. Fear and anger fed him more than he'd ever admit. He parked his vehicle at the end of the square and got out deciding to canvas on foot. The costume helped him blend in a bit more and eventually he came upon what he was looking for as he turned a corner. It certainly wasn't Dempsey this time around.

"And who might you be?" Ransom said not bothering to chase the townie that knew to run well aware of where he lived, he'd follow up after he settled this situation. He stepped to the costume clad man looking him over making his assessment. Wasn't from town, wasn't a slave, and wasn't on the council because he knew the councilmen.

@gwyndolence

[drluciengaudet]

Raph and Lucien shared similar tastes when it came to many things, but there were those few they differed on. Who they spent time with when apart couldn't be more profoundly different. Though he was very aware of who it was that was on his sire's calendar and that took his time and attention no matter how trivial. There was good reason his sin was envy.

He'd been dancing with his sire, which was rare for him to do in any setting, but it was a holiday, one Raphael enjoyed when he broke off to get a drink. It was there he saw a slave, one he'd not met face to face. Lucien wasn't one to ever go to the undercroft save for the rarest of occasions never caring for the filth of it and thinking he was far above it and those that resided there.

The costume he didn't recognize, really it could be anything with how generic it was. There was a disinterest in his gaze as it roamed over the collared creature. "What is it you're meant to be, a decoration?" He posed leaning on the bar not having to give his order because the bartender knew it. He was Lucien Gaudet after all.

@adrasian

[masterxhunter]

Smiling against Adrasia's ear at the apology, Hunter held the angel there just to prolong the punishment slightly, keeping him lodged on his cock with absolutely no where to move. "Good boy," he purred, nipping gently at the celestial's ear lobe before pushing Adrasia forward over the couch again, holding him there as he started slowly fucking in and out of him, enjoying the sight of his cock dragging in and out of the angel's hole. "Tell me how much you enjoy my dick, angel," he murmured, soft and low as he let go of Adrasia's hair, running his hand down the other's spine before gripping at the slave's hip, pulling him back onto his cock as he fucked into him.

"I am!" Adrasia gasped as soon as the grasp around the celestial's throat loosened. His scalp burned with the force of Hunter's grip and the tension of his own weight, squirming desperately to try and get the leverage required to ease the arch he'd been forced into. Hunter's cock was like iron inside of him, impossible to dislodge or maneuver, a whimper slipping out of the angel as Adrasia's efforts only jostled the heavy weight of it along his aching walls. He made himself still for his own sake, breath coming in little pants as he tried not to shiver at the brush of Hunter's lips at his ear, fearful even as he burned with the indignity of it all. "I am - I am sorry, forgive me, please."

[icebird-khion]

Khion had spent the earlier part of his evening with Gwyn and Seth causing some mischief and getting lit, not necessarily in that order. He and Noel would meet up later to celebrate the rest of the evening. At some point Khion separated himself from his original company, bouncing between Cannabites and Euphoria as wherever his mood took him. Whatever he'd taken earlier in the night had long worn off with his accelerated metabolism and healing and now the pamola was coasting the rest of the evening on alcohol and cigarettes.

He knew where and when to meet Noel, which was perfect timing considering he needed a fresh drink in his empty hand. He recognized his owner immediately having seen the reaper's Joker to his Harley costume before they'd both left for the night. "There you are, puddin'," the pamola said, grinning wide and looking quite manic with the messy blue and red Harley makeup. "I've been waiting for you all night."

@thereapernoel

[kresnikxkaden]

This wasn't Kaden's first trip out to Euphoria in the evening for someone getting too intoxicated and causing problems. And it certainly wouldn't be the last. One of the reasons why he hated Halloween or any parties, really, especially in Krovs. Maybe it was the fact he knew more of the faces here personally (not by choice entirely) than he would've back home in Texas. Even then he'd collect his regular troublemakers that he wouldn't socialize with outside of a weekend evening picking them up from a bar.

It wasn't hard to spot the person described by the bouncer as he rolled up on the scene. Middle Eastern man dressed in bright pink with wings and a load of glitter looking like he could barely stand on those heels. Definitely a slave given the collar around his neck and an unclaimed one at that. Though still dressed as Eddie Munson, Kaden held up his badge clear as day for Taliesin to see that he was not a pretend cop. "Officer Valentine," he introduced himself. "What's goin' on here?" he asked, looking between Taliesin and the bouncer who'd separated him from the pack.

@taliesin-mistry

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @dmitri-shenker

It was fairly late, or early depending on your definition, well past midnight in any case. The party was still in full swing and likely would be until the sun came up. Roland had enjoyed himself and was rather pleasantly buzzed on the various blood and blood alcohols he'd sampled. While he'd had various tumbles and trysts throughout the evening he was in the mood for another, moving through the crowded streets and looking for likely candidates. He happened to see spot a Dalmation costume and a guard walking beside the man wearing it and grinned. Of course he was aware that there was one slave in the Undercroft who was supposed to be constantly accompanied and had heard plenty about him from Rhys besides. Now was as good a time as any for them to meet, at least in Roland's mind, so he made his way over to see the defiant pup for himself.

"I see someone's chosen to dress you appropriately." Roland mused, old fashioned heeled shoes clicking on the cobblestones as he approached, smirking. It was purposely antagonistic but Roland liked a challenge, it kept things interesting. Besides, the idea of riling the werewitch a little amused him. "Perhaps I'll hold your leash for a while and give your escort a break. What do you think of that, petit chiot?" The wig and gloves that went with his costume were long gone but he still cut a fine figure and didn't look incomplete.