the nightclub feels alive, like something warm and feverish. everything covered in a hue of red from the lights, the club air thick with cigarette smoke. music runs through her, bass thrumming. bodies are packed against another. the smell is nearly overwhelming, a blend of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. nym takes it all in the movement they arrive. she knows the only reason they are here is because vincent indulges her as he always does. he does not love the packed bodies, the flickering of neon lights. the gaudy decorations of what mortals perceive as vampire decor taken from medias they consumed. nymeria found it ironic, the pair of them not the only monsters among those with fake fangs and what they think is a desire for death. immortality has always been beautiful from the outside. she separates from vincent, a kiss that sinks fangs into his bottom lip. nymeria passes through crowd of bodies, knowing vincent will have lingering eyes upon her from both secluded with silk curtains. her teasing had already begun before they left home. black velvet clings to her. it is not the shortness that will be his undoing, but instead the way the material plunges low, revealing the line of chest to soft of her stomach. she knows what the sight of it does to her husband, and it is a miracle she has even made it out with dress in one piece. it is not only his eyes upon her, lingering attention upon her as she presses in dance floor. passing touches that linger a second too long, knowing exactly what it does to vincent. all of this, the moment they stepped out from their home, a plan to see how far nymeria would be able to push him. it is easy to lose herself in deep bass of the music. it is constant, the way she feels his eyes upon her. the longer the night goes, she knows his composure will slip. already, nymeria knows that look of restraint, the way his jaw tightens when someone's hand brushes against her. she could stop here, and it would be enough. she should return to him, but instead she allows herself to play the game a little reckless. she adores the way he watches her, what he holds back beneath all that restraint. she lingers on the dance floor, allowing strangers to press against her beneath red hot lights. she feels beautiful under their attention, though it is not theirs that she craves. someone moves too close, a hand slipping to the curve of her waist. mouth near her ear, the strong smell of liquor. slurred words, muttered together about her body. everything shifts, and nymeria knows the booth will be empty before she even has to glance towards it. she finds him, the way familiar and cold hand closes around her wrist. there are no words spoken, scene is enough to make stranger disappear. fear is not what pulses through nym, but instead a heated and dangerous excitement. his hand does not release her until they are tucked back into what little privacy the booth offers. she waits for him to be seated first, before she joins him, straddling lap. that look of possessiveness, nym knows exactly what she does to him. though this is their own word tucked away from the rest of the club, her glance out finds occasional eyes upon them. it only continues to warm the desire between her thighs. her hips alive in the grinding movement against his. the hard length of his cock pressed against her through fabric, and still it earns a whimper. ❝ makes me yours. ❞

   ⎯  ✖  ♡  morning  after  starters  (  accepting  )

“  i thought you left.  ” - @breakthings

        Jason  in  spite  of  his  struggles  –  was  a  good  boyfriend.  Not  that  the  former  gun-for-hire,  had  many  successful  relationships  before  him.  Her  upbringing  didn’t  exactly  allow  for  child  hood  sweet  hearts.  Both  of  them  had  their  traumas  –  their  moments.    He  loved  her  –  and  took  care  of  her,  and  she  in  turn  love  and  took  care  of  them.  Most  importantly  –  they  understood  one  another.  There  was  a  comfort  in  that  far  greater  than  most  could  even  fathom.  Indonesia  had  left  a  mark  on  them  both.

        “Outdoor  yoga  was  cancelled  because  of  the  rain.”  Momentarily  there  was  a  pout  on  her  lips  –  which  blossomed  into  a  wide  smile.  “That  just  means  you  are  stuck  with  me.”  In  nothing  but  an  oversized  Wire  band  t-shirt  –  she  jumps  into  the  bed.  On  her  hands  and  knees  she  crawled  on  top  of  him.  Long  blonde  hair  fell  around  them  like  a  blanket,  as  she  leaned  downward  and  captured  his  lips  with  her  own.  “Your  up  early  –  So  what  do  you  want  for  breakfast?  Coffee?  Tea?  Or  Me?”  She  giggled,  and  she  nuzzled  her  nose  against  his.

Striker never expected to find himself in the company of Valentino. Nothing against the moth in question, considering what led up to this moment, but he's still trying to wrap his head around it. The thought swirling in the back of his mind as he managed to pin them down. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as his pupils dilated and his grip tightened against their hands. Breath heavy in the air as he looked down at them. "Stay down." It's all that he could manage at the moment, but his actions spoke volumes over words. Leaning forward towards them just as they began to struggle, and without warning, he'd open his jaw and bite down. Maybe it was the excitement of the fight, the way he looked beneath him, or how much he wanted control, but he couldn't stop himself. . . He wanted a taste. Sharp teeth clamped down against the demon's neck. Directly biting into them with enough force to bleed. Their blood drips down along his teeth, pushing past their neck, pooling down below. Yet Striker didn't let it go as his tongue immediately lapped it up. Tasting them with a slight shudder as an exhale of breath left him. The imp enjoyed the taste, yet he wanted more; he needed more, and like a ravenous animal, he went about biting again, again, and again.

she is before her husband , placed on her knees. the only man that could ever own her obedience. nym had set out to do what she intended. begged and pouted for @delarotix to go out with her. she was hungry , and had a game to play. they had just arrived to the city , a week ago. or at least , nym thought so. how the passing of time becomes unimportant for an immortal life. long enough to be here , to know what bars held those who would not be missed. nym had found fun in her hunts , track them for a few days before. another requirement of her kill , those who were unsavory. tonight , was finally her time to feed from him.

she plays coy , feigned laughter where needed. allowed her prey to size her , like he would be the one hunting tonight. it's other excitement she's looking for tonight. she knows vincent's eyes are upon her. nym dotes upon her prey , even allows him to place a hand upon her thigh. they continue conversation until nym grows bored of his drunk rumbling. she leads him to an alleyway , playing along. she even goes as far to let him press her back into brick , to kiss along her neck. she knows vincent is watching , exactly like she wants him to. only does she turn on her prey when she grows bored. the way home , nym ensures to get under vincent's skin. she's leading him back , searches for something to start argument about. it's another game she plays , to see how far she can push him. until that possession of his kicks in. she is temptation , and tonight she has won. slender fingers fuddle with his belt. all part of her game. warm brown hues , look above her and meeting his. the intensity of blue. ❝ is that what you wish , mon amour ? for me to seek forgiveness of my sins? ❝ nym can't help but laugh , the way her face lights. ❝ to be upon my knees , just like this ? worshipping you? praying for salvation? ❝ her attention shifts , working him free of his pants. nym takes in the sight of him like this , already so hard for her. she runs her tongue on the underneath length of his cock. after she focuses on head , licking at what spills from him early.

@letsstaytuned asked: Have you ever had an inappropriate crush?

"Yes... Samuel Morningstar was my first inappropriate crush. Humans and angels were never suppose to interact with one another... and we did more than just that."

@hells-greatestdad asked: Do you prefer quickies or marathon sessions?

"Hmm… Depends on my mood. Quickies are best when you're in public settings, while marathon are far more intimate. I suppose quickies have the edge since they're spontaneous."