@vampireknitted sent: “ people like me don’t get to have peace. ” || Angst
"Well, damn - that's kinda sad, honestly." There's a momentary pause granted from her, shifting in her seat now across from him. "I mean, you wanna talk about it dude? I'm not good at comfortin' people, but - "
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@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u! II not accepting II
ooc;; but of course! ok, let me do the thing. i'm pretty sure that your blog was the first wwdits blog that i was able to find around here and i was so excited about it, because i mean! come on, why wouldn’t I be? and i know we haven't interacted much, something that hopefully changes soon, because i’m really excited about interactions between these two and see where things go, but also because i love your portrayal of deacon and i really love your writing as well. glad you’re still around : )
" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. " ((before they get together in either verse maybe??))
grumpy/sunshine meme || @vampireknitted
Her smile brightened as she felt his embrace. It was their very first hint of true affection upon each other. In the past, it was simply fucking -- rare was there any true affection other than the few kisses here and there, but things were changing now.Â
And Lucy Westenra couldn’t say she was unhappy about the change with the lord of the house. It was something to have his attention.
Returning the affection with her arms wrapped against him, her head pressed into his chest as she listened to the dead silence from where his heart should have been pounding.
Fingers curled within Deacon’s hair as she sat steady in his lap. Lips pressed hard into his own, tongue pressed gentle against his own, tasting her own blood within his mouth. Such mingled tastes brought about her own moan as she tugged at his hair, wanting to tell him without words that she regarded him as her own, as he did with her.Â
Kiss came to a halt as she broke away to kiss down his throat all the while pulling on his hair, tilting his head back so she could have access to his throat.Â
“Should we go to your room, my lord,” she asked, words husky as she rolled her hips, teasing him as she straddled him. “The others may wake any time soon.”
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It was nice to escape the hustle and bustle of New York once in a while, and although he’d generally choose to travel somewhere within the same continent for the sake of ease, Nikolai had instead decided to fly somewhere entirely foreign to him - New Zealand.
It had been an incredibly long trip, particularly for someone who wasn’t fond of flying, and so when he’d finally managed to figure out what day it was he was just about ready to fall asleep again. Hoping he could ease some of the jet lag, he decided to go for a run. There wasn’t a lot of cover compared to home, so he opted for not shifting, but the fresh, clean air in his lungs was a welcome change. That was, until he picked up an all too familiar scent. “I guess that answers one question,” he thought to himself. “Can’t escape vampires even in a different hemisphere.”
“Hello?” He called out, hands on his hips as he caught his breath.
Legs wrapped around his hips as she felt his cold touch. Her mortal warmth exuded from her as desire grew, as it wrapped taught inside of her as she felt his lips on her flesh, felt his hands on her.Â
Skirts hitched up as she felt herself pressed into the nearest wall. What little light that etched around them was provided by the moon shining down, shining through the windows and illuminating the floating dust particles in the air. That was all that stirred in the late hours of the night. The lord was able to enjoy his maid all to himself, wherever he wished to have her.Â
“My lord,” she whispered, her words like a dove’s coo as she leaned her head against his. Her blouse slunk, revealing the plump curve of her breast. With one good pull, all could be revealed to him in moments.Â
“Here...on the floor,” she whispered, cooed words growing impatient as her desire grew for him, “Please.”