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@araethi @imithea​ asked: 🍆 for Vlad, from the wife Elin u.u

@araethi @imithea​ asked:  "Come here." (for Vlad, from Elin)

❈ --- The vampire felt the familiarity of his wife’s arms wrapping around him as he sat on the steps behind their home, and his shirt drenched in blood that did not belong to him. He had done the unthinkable, something he swore centuries prior that he would never do as long as he existed. It was a slip up of his better judgement.

And he would never forgive himself for it.

Tears welled up in his eyes as Elin pulled him into a warm embrace. Despite his monstrous side, she never judged nor thought differently of him for it. His arms wound tightly around his wife, clinging to her as if for dear life as he sobbed into the crook of her neck and visibly shook from how distraught he felt for his mistake.

@araethi​ @imithea​ asked: 10. [thigh touch] - Your muse slides their hand slowly up my muse’s thigh, gazing at them the entire time to gauge their response. (for vlad, from elin :Dc) | sexual tension/attraction prompts

❈ --- The charity event was a huge hit. Everyone who said they’d turn up was there, as was Vlad along with his forever date. They were currently sitting at a table, listening to the seemingly never ending speeches drawl out, when Vlad could feel something smooth up his leg, starting from his knee and going up his thigh slowly. 

Looking down to see the familiar rings on a slender ring finger, green orbs trailed up to gaze upon his wife staring at him intensely. He knew that look in her eyes, and it only made his pants tighten right in a certain area between his legs.

“You are absolutely insatiable,” He spoke just above a whisper for only her ears to hear as his hand rested atop of her own and guided it between his legs. “Let’s find a room, shall we?”

@araethi​ asked:  city view. (for elin and vlad) :3c

a grunt and his head turns towards her, arms wrapped around his frame. Holding up broken parts of him as if that would keep the blood from seeping through his suit. His cowl is shattered, laying by the heel of his boot. Electricity crackling from the broken wires and the shattered microchips. He turned to his wrist ; his backup comm radio a faint beeping red just below a spare dart. 

He could still go home, he thought. Lips pursing while considered the logistics with a pinch to the bridge of his nose. 

“ You wouldn’t be the first one to say that. Nor the last. Are they gone? “

Formidable Fluff Starters Pt. 2: Needy Edition: ACCEPTING