The Estranged

“It’s got its…charm, in a classic novel sort of way, but I do agree it’s certainly not the best out there.” She agreed, taking another little sip of her drink as she watched him. His question made her raise a brow, a barely-there little tilt to her lips in an almost smirk, “Oh that’s very likely. After all, my kind has been around since practically the dawn of time. Who knows, maybe he even was one of us and just wanted to throw people off his scent with majorly skewing the details.”

“It’s definitely a fine skill to have. I’ve never quite understood not letting you humans learn to read. Hinders a lot of your usefulness.” She mused, nodding over to him. “Your name?”

“Also a fair point. I guess controlling the narrative was a good defence.” Colt mused, “Spread the wrong information and it’s all proof you aren’t a vampire if that ever came into question.” He’d heard about some of the myths that surrounded vampires, after all, most of which didn’t seem to be true.

“Hm, well…The chicken is something I can grab from nearby, there’s a good place I go to often” He waved off. “As for where we can take this, well…I can go and get my van, pull it up and then we’d hang out in there?” He offered “It’s what I tend to do with everyone that I can” He grinned. The wolf gave a hum, watching as Colt leaned into his touch- it was something that always made him flutter inside. “Oh yeah” He nodded, giving a brighter smile at the human “So what do you say to my wicked little plan?” he hummed, licking his lips slowly.

“I haven’t had car sex. Van sex. Whatever.” Colt commented. There’d been plenty of sex in his life but there was always room for something new.

When the man asked for a napkin, Ana patted her back pocket where she usually kept some before realizing she hadn’t brought any this time, she didn’t even have the towel she usually had stashed in her pocket for things just like this. However, she had something else she could use. “Do you mind?” She asked, holding out her hand as she approached him. Waiting for his response, she nodded slowly before gingerly taking his hand in hers and using the bottom of her shirt to wipe off the remaining coffee before making sure that his hand didn’t have a burn. “I really am so sorry.” Releasing his hand, she took a couple steps back. “I usually pay more attention, I honestly have no excuse why I wasn’t. I’m just glad you weren’t one of them…” She said, her eyes shifting towards the vampires that she had passed minutes before.

He shook his head a little, allowing her to take his hand even though he felt bad when she used her shirt to wipe it clean. “You didn’t have to do that, I could have just wiped it off on my pants.” But he still didn’t pull away as she checked to make sure he didn’t have a burn. “It’s fine, really. Shit happens, you know? Probably is good I’m not one of them.” Colt sipped his coffee – what he’d rescued anyway. “You on your way to get one of these?”

Pandora turned around when he heard someone cleaning their throat and looked at the boy. “I think I just found what I want.” She said with a smirk walking toward him, and walking around him, so she could get the full view. “Come.” Pandora ordered as she walked away, thinking it was very clear that he was supposed to stop what he was doing and follow her

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Kind, generous - she helped him out when she didn’t have to.

Current impression:  

The same really, just with an understanding that she’s been through so much more than he had first realised.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

He thinks she is attractive but I don’t know about being attracted at this point. There is a subtle difference and Colt can be weirdly specific about these things. But the possibility is there.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

The things she’s been through. That she’s been hurt.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

The fact that she is so kind and her easy chatter.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Hard to say. The logical side of him says no. (Not yet) But sacrifice is a very in the moment thing. If it was offering his own pain in place of hers though, probably.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Platonic, yes. Romantic – there’s that oddly specific side of him again, so that wouldn’t happen unless he could gain something from it.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Sweet.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

No.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

He’d hug without hesitation if it would make her feel better. He’d probably kiss the top of her head for the same reason. But they would only kiss for real if he felt like he needed to do it to achieve something.

Anastasia had just finished making the special order deliveries that she had due for the day and was walking back to the bakery. However, the young woman was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice that she clipped the arm of someone, continuing to walk until she heard them exclaim something. “Excuse me?” The words leaving her lips before she could stop them. Turning rapidly on her heel, a soft gasp leaving her as she looked over at them with wide eyes, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She knew better than to get lost in her thoughts while walking. That was the easiest way for her to get herself into trouble. Trouble that she wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted.

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“Shit!” He hissed as the lid on his coffee popped up, and some of it splashed over his hand. Fortunately he’d managed to save most of it and even caught the lid. Colt was quick jam it back on and swap the cup to his other hand so he could shake the hot liquid off his hand.

“It doesn’t make it okay.” She agreed with him, that was very far from okay. “But the last time I spoke up… Well I’m just lucky I still have my tongue and can speak again.” Violet said, she knew she could have those conversations with him, but it was stupid of her to complain straight to the vampire. “But I’m glad I can talk with you and that won’t happen.” She smiled

The human was pretty, that much was for sure. He looked sexy as hell on his knees, gazing up at him with dark eyes through his lashes, desire written plainly on his face. It was tempting to grab a fistful of his hair as he leaned in to nuzzle at his bulge, but Demir kept his hands by his side for now, wanting the boy to beg first. He did a good job of it - not a great one, but Demir could hardly expect that this early. It was a good start, with room for improvement. He pretended to consider it for a moment before reaching down to undo his jeans. Pushing his jeans and underwear down his thighs, his cock jutted out, hard and proud. “Do a good job and I’ll fuck you just as good,” he promised.

He was tempted, for a moment, to tease Demir about that being the perfect motivation but it would take too long, few moments or not. Instead he leaned forward, eyes still trained upward on the vampire’s face. He caressed Demir’s cock lightly with hand, guiding it towards his mouth and wrapping his lips around the head immediately. The human swirled his tongue around it, stroking the rest of his cock with that hand a couple of times before dropping it out of the way.

“Gothic literature, hmm? I remember when Stoker first published his novel. Everyone thought he was a crock, writing pretend. Little did they know…” She trailed off teasingly. “The shapeshifting was a bit much though, in my opinion.” she tacked on with a little almost-smile. “Where did you learn how to read? It’s not every day that I encounter a literate slave.”

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“It’s not my favourite but some of it is enjoyable enough.” He admitted, even though occasionally it felt like he was living in one of the horrors. Chuckling at her teasing statement, he tipped his head, “Think he was at all in the know? Maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have and made the rest up.”

Watching Colt getting all hot and bothered was such a turn on. Camilla’s eyes focused in on his throat, watching his adam’s apple bob in discomfort was making them giggle. Camilla grabbed the beer and bringing it back to the impromptu dance floor and before passing the beer back to Colt, they took one more swig. “This belongs to you.” 

 Camilla thinking about the music choice “Well, what do you want to groove to? I’m partial…” Camilla grabbed his ass, pulling themselves into Colt’s cock “…slow and dirty.” Grinding their body onto his, hoping he was into that. “Or do you want something fast and a bit spicier?” Camilla asked playfully.

He took the beer back as it was given to him, not begrudging her the swig, it seemed. Colt simply took another himself, though the bottle was getting low again. He wouldn’t spend his money on another. But maybe, given that she’d already paid for one – maybe she’d buy another. Or maybe she’d want something else. Colt could go with the flow, if nothing else.

“As in, where is my love pile?” He wondered, raising an eyebrow. “It’s all over the place, mostly situated within the Underbank as you can imagine. But I have some humans and even vampires who fit the quota” He then paused and looked at his joint, only then taking a shrug before taking another drag of it. The wolf nodded “It’s good that you don’t hate them…They make you, you” He then brought his hand up to push his fingers through the humans hair in a soft gesture, a soft smile on his lips as he looked him over “I admire you, Colt, You radiate a whole lot of strength,”

“More like, where do we do this? Although I guess that’s sort of the same question, maybe.” Colt shrugged one shoulder. He took a drag of the joint he held too before side-eyeing Cosmo and adding, “And where do we get the chicken from?”

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Hot. Smells good. Generous enough to offer up a cigarette, always good.

Current impression:  

Hot. Smells good. Generous enough to offer up a cigarette, always good. Seems like he’s going to be a lot of fun to get to know.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Definitely.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Nothing, really. If Demir actually wanted to be intimidating he probably could frighten Colt but mostly he’s so wrapped up in the way he figures things out that he’s not thinking about any of that.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Adorable probably isn’t a word he’d use. But maybe he just doesn’t know Demir well enough to know if he has an adorable side.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

No. Not at this stage anyway. 

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Does getting rented count? No, probably not. There’s a divide there even though he thinks well of Demir and that he’ll be fun to get to know.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Sexy

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

Sure, if that was what he was into.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Hug only after the rough stuff ;) (not that they’re welcomed, but nonetheless that’s when he’d want to) but the kisses would be enjoyed at any time.

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He winced, feeling even more glad that as far as he knew, he’d never gotten anyone pregnant. Not that human pregnancies were quite like this but nonetheless. “Right. That’s not crazy at all.” Colt rubbed the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, as long as you’re alright I’ll get back on my way… Uh – stay safe.” He said, more awkwardly than he intended if only because babies did throw him off his game a little.

Ambriella sometimes wished she could read people better and this was one of those times. Colt was behaving like he was thinking a lot and she wanted to know how to make things good for him too. “Wintertime! Silly goose,” she squealed, giving a little fib, but it was better to do that than to say what she was actually thinking. She stared up at him when he spoke, sighing softly, “I don’t think I’m that pretty all the time, but I try to say I am.”

Pandora was bored, there wasn’t much going on in this town, and with the cold most people were avoiding the streets which only made things less interesting, walking around, she was entering some stores, seeing what they sell, who work there, trying to find something to do, if nothing caught her eye she moved to the next store. Pandora entered the chain, and looked around. “Anyone around?” She asked.

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Demir definitely didn’t miss the moan coming from the human as his fangs brushed over his neck - interesting. It was definitely something he would have to file away for later, when he was inside of him. While the guy’s arousal was obvious just from his behaviour, his smell, his sounds, it was still nice to feel how hard he already was. “I could,” he agreed with a chuckle at Colt’s greed. “That seems like spoiling you, but then, you did say please.” Giving his bulge another squeeze, he used his vampire speed to move them again, this time so he was the one with his back against the building. “Get on your knees. And beg to suck my cock.”