#s.måns

[savstaroth]

Måns returned the kiss and grinned when he heard the demand. "You're so needy." He allowed Velraen to guide his hand down and closed his fingers around the elf's cock. He stroked him to full hardness and bit his shoulder. Måns preferred being on the bottom, but he didn't mind topping once in a while. He rubbed the tip of Velraen's cock teasingly. "If you want my cock, you better not come. I want you to pound me into the mattress later." He reached for the grease they used for lubrication and scooped up a generous dollop. "On your knees."

"I was thinking about ripping their guts out." And watch the entrails spill out on the floor while the men desperately tried to keep the slippery intestines inside with their hands before certain death. It was a favorite when time and place allowed it.

Velraen was unable to relax at first. While Måns' touch felt nice he was still tense, and focused on getting his black hair clean. Without a word he moved to sit between Måns' legs and leaned back with a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Tension slowly left him. "Mhm."

He smiled softly, fingertips brushing against Måns' forearm. "Know what would make me feel even better?" He turned his head to kiss Måns slowly but firmly. His desires had changed on a dime. "Your hard cock pounding my ass and coming in me." It wasn't like he always topped anyway, but it also wasn't what he had implied at the table. He grinned for a second, grabbed the forearm to guide the hand down to his crotch. "Do it." A borderline aggressive demand.

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Måns gave Jac’s cell door a cursory knock before he let himself in. “Hello, pretty boy. I come baring gifts.”

He put down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen table and started to unpack them. There was a few bottles of wine along with bread and various groceries he thought Jac might need to refill his pantry and fridge, all Jac’s favorites. The only thing missing was the constantly requested garlic bread which Måns stubbornly refused to get him. 

Måns looked over at his old team mate, feeling the familiar twinge of guilt and resolutely pushed it down.  “How are you doing, Jac? I heard André’s been poking and prodding you again.”

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The punishment

Måns tried to scream with pain when his throat was ripped out, but all he could manage was a gargle. The next moment he was grabbed by the hair and unceremoniously dragged down stairs to the basement. 

“I told you plain and simple, boy”, his creator said with a calm voice which chilled Måns to the core. “That is not how we do things. Now you must face the consequences.”

Måns was thrown into a room with a heavy metal door and heard it slam shut before a key was turned. He rolled over on his back and lay there in the dark, gasping as blood flowed out of the wound. He felt as if he was dying, even though he knew it was impossible. 

He had broken the most important rules his creator had laid down for him: don’t feed from humans by biting them, and don’t kill them by feeding on them. He’d been hungry, and the boy had smelled oh so enticing. He had let his predatory nature consumed him. He could still remember the feeling of sinking his teeth into the boy’s neck, his screams music to his ears, as as Måns drank his blood in slow, deep gulps. He hadn’t stopped until the boy was hanging limp from his arms and then he’d just cast him away and left his empty carcass in an alley.

Although he’d cleaned himself of the blood he’d spilled, his creator of course still knew what he’d done. Måns had projected everything through their bond. His punishment had been delivered the moment he came home. 

Måns lost track of time in the cell as his throat slowly healed. He tried to mentally reach for his creator, but he’d been walled off. He moved to sit by the wall, legs pulled up to his chest, while he waited to be let out. He was sure that he’d been sitting there for days when he finally heard footsteps outside. The door was unlocked and opened, and his creator appeared in the doorway.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

Måns got to his feet and came to stand solemnly in front of his creator. “Forgive me, father. I unnecessarily wasted a life to feed myself, and willfully broke your rules. I allowed my hunger to consume me. I won’t do it again, I swear it. I did wrong, but I will do better from now on. Please, father...”

HIs father stared at him coldly for what felt like forever, but to Måns relief he stepped closer and embraced him tightly, kissing him on the head. Their bond opened, and thoughts and emotions flowed freely between them again. “Stupid boy. You are forgiven.”

Måns felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He hugged his father back tightly, burrowing his face against his neck so he could breathe in his familiar scent. “Thank you, father.”

Both knew that Måns probably would kill and eat like that again, but Måns vowed that he’d only do it if he was starving and there was no other way. Never again would he let his instincts consume him. 

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@arcanigenum asked   "Youre not going to heaven anymore. They wont let you in" /jeshua joking obvi @ valfri 👀

Måns sighed heavily and gave a solemn nod. “I figured as much. Straight to Hell for me. Still sucks to have it confirmed, you know?” He then sobered up and looked up at Jeshua. “But seriously though. How screwed am I if I keep living like I currently am?” Was he going to change? Probably not, but he was still curious. 

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Just look at my pretty boy

|| Tried my hand at @savstaroth ‘s Mans. Hope its ok!!

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@manhattanopus​ continued from here she’s   supposed   to   be   sober   right ?   well  FUCK   IT   —   she   thinks,   pouring   up   a   cocktail   to   give   to   måns   while   she   sips   on   the   other   in   her   freehand.   it’s   not   like   she   was   doing   hard   drugs   like   before.   this   was   different   —   safer   —   plus   it   helped   curb   the  insatiable   blood-lust  that   was   constantly   stabbing   her   in   the   back   of   a   head   like,   yelling   at   her   to   drink   drink   drink.           ‘  cheers,   you   old   man   child   baby  —   ’        she   hands   him   the   glass.            ‘  should   we   make   a   toast   or   — ?   ’           aaaaaand   she’s   already   pouring   her   drink   back.   /   @savstaroth​​

Måns took the cocktail and let out a short laugh when Mayven downed her drink before he had a chance to reply. “To family!” he said and raised his own glass. Even though he had seen Mayven as family ever since Egil had brought her home as a child, it was more “official” now when she had been turned. She was a constant presence at the back of his mind now, just as Egil and André was, thanks to the mental bond they shared. Måns just wished that the circumstances that led to Maywen’s turning had been different... 

Måns resolutely pushed those thoughts aside, downed his own drink and made himself a new one. “So tell me, how do you like being a vampire? I remember the first few months being very confusing and strange when I was freshly turned.”

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@arcanigenum

Måns gave Egil a defiant look and smiled wickedly.

"Do you think you're the boss of me just because you're hot?"

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It was several days after the incident. Måns had had to take some time off work to recover from the accidental mental trauma. Now that he was back, he felt that he owed both himself and Jac to talk it through. He took a deep breath before knocking on Jac’s cell door. “Jacques, it’s Måns. Can I come in?”  @arcanigenum

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Also, when you’re a protestant vampire with a sire who hates catholics and you befriend a kid who grows up to become a catholic priest. 

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@arcanigenum Måns came to a practiced halt on his skateboard right outside the church and kicked the board into his hand. With it under his arm he went inside in search for Jeremy. Although he was a protestant himself he always enjoyed visiting Jeremy’s church. The interior was beutiful and he enjoyed the tranquility.  “Hi, Pops”, he said with a grin when he finally found Jeremy. “Ready to go?”

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 @arcanigenum Måns was lying naked on the floor by the fire when Egil got home, flipping through one of his comic books. He got one look at his father and immediately got to his feet. “You look like you’ve been to hell and back. Rough day?” He held out his hand for Egil’s to pull him towards the bedroom. “Come. Let me take care of you.”

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My characters on body hair

Evie: likes the feeling of being completely smooth on her body. She waxes/shaves regularly and trims her pubes to feel sexy

Ida and Fjalar: shaving? never heard of her

Måns: shaved all over once, loved the feeling. Keeps himself clean shaved bc he absolutely hates the prickly feeling of stubble. Luckily, vampire hair grows out very slowly so shaving is rarely needed. 

The rest of my boys: I am a manly man and men are hairy!!

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When you’re an almost 400 year old vampire whose past traumas starts to re-surface after being pushed down and ignored for hundreds of years, so your mind starts to check out and regresses back to the age of ten on occasion. 

Måns would even have some speech regression and go back to speaking the now forgotten, obscure, Swedish dialect he spoke growing up. 

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Måns has met Carl Michael Bellman some time during the 18th century and knows all his songs. He can be heard singing them to himself sometimes. 

(Bellman is a famous, Swedish songwriter, composer and entertainer whose songs are still known today)

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Måns smiled to himself when he saw how flustered André was. It was freaking adorable. When he had half jokingly asked for the kiss he hadn’t expected the other vampire to react this way. When André finally did kiss him, however, he found it too brief and very unsatisfactory. “Seriously, is that the best you can do?” He had hoped for something more than just a brief brush of lips.

He cocked his head to one side and gave André a searching look. “Not yet. Did I make you uncomfortable? I won’t be offended if you’re not interested in me that way. Just tell me off and I’ll leave you alone. I’m just saying that I’m down for kissing and more if you are.“