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I am going to be semi-active until further notice. I will be posting replies to Tumblr when I have the time and/or energy, but I have been extremely tired in the past two weeks and want to let everyone know where my head is at. I feel like I’m too tired. Hope you’re all doing well, friends.
“hi, kids: do you like violence? wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids?”
EMINEM fc. nsfw writing. strong, adult language. uncensored by VAMP.
ghostsandabsinthe:
“Only… a few hundred more times. I’m just not used to guys like you wanting me or calling me beautiful without– fucking around with my head. Or wanting someone to use. And I keep falling into these same patterns again and again.” A soft sigh of contentment leaves her as there’s a ghost of a caress along her cheek, and she sinks down further into the couch underneath her small frame. Yeah, she’s not planning on moving anytime soon– At least not until she has to go to bed, anyway. “Not that I think you’re one of them.” She adds, with a lazy smile. He could be, but it’s already too late to think about any of that right now, both literally and figuratively.
“So… would you prefer me to use the term fuck buddy then?” She teases, and lets her hand rest on his leg, as he continues to touch her hair, and her neck. “You’re such a romantic.” If he keeps touching her like that though, she’s definitely gonna fall back asleep on him. Already, she feels her eyelids drooping shut again. Still, there are worse ways to fall asleep.
“Are you sure it’ll be enough?” She can grab the comforter from the guest bedroom, and put it up over the window easily enough if he just says the word. The thought of not having to sleep alone is also a welcome one; but the thought of him liking her Freudian slip right there is even better. “You also sure you’re committed to being boyfriend material? You’re going to have so much glitter in your life.” She points to a spot on his chest, where already, a piece is sticking to him. “See? Right there, for instance. The glitter invasion is already starting.”
“First off, it’s literally impossible that you’ve ever met a guy like me: they’d have to be some variety of monster to live up to this level of sexy.” And, even then, I’m in a league of my own. I flashed Zoe that shit-eating grin. “But, since this conversation is not about me, let’s just operate under the assumption that you’re a full-on monster-magnet... with me so far?” I grinned a little wider, not waiting for an answer.
“Good. So, there you are: total and utter monster-bait... and you mean to tell me...” From her throat, my hand cut a path down the front of her shirt, lightly stroking the underside of her breasts. It was not a sexual touch so much as an intimate one. “... that their first, second, third, and fourth instinct wasn’t to keep you locked away in their sex-dungeon? From that alone, I can tell that they’re not playing with a full-deck.” My fingers were back with a delicate caress to her cheek. “... Better off serving as one of my beasts than satisfy you as a Dominant.”
“Are we beginning to see things clearly, Little Red?” I crooned, my touch coming back to rest against her cheek. It should spell out that there was absolutely no one like her. That, vampire clientele or otherwise, she was the one that managed to crawl under my skin in over 500 years. “You’re not a fuck-buddy, Zoe,” I said, voice rougher, irritated even at the idea that I would call her that—- even with those addicting, little touches of hers.
“You are special,” I decided to tell her straight-out... So her mind couldn’t cook up any other ways to interpret it. Shifting her head onto my chest—- only enough so my lips could graze her forehead—- “Special. And intelligent. And sexy.” Each compliment was branded with another kiss. “And if you even think about arguing with me, you’re in for rude awakening tomorrow night,” I might have hummed it to keep her sleepy, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t deadly serious.
“If the umbrella I make Renfield cart around on [ultra rare] day-time runs is good enough to shield me from getting fried to a crisp in the California sun, I’d say we’re in good shape. Besides, it’s only ‘til I run to the store tomorrow night.” Her concern was adorable, though. Glancing down at the smattering of glitter already on my dress shirt, I just grinned, “The way I see it... more reason for you to make shit up to me—- you know, for putting me through the trouble of all the extra dry-cleaning.” Not that I was going to be the one handling it, but... hey, she liked being in trouble. Don’t break the fantasy. “I want to be your boyfriend, Zoe... If it’s what you want.” I kissed her forehead again, voice softer, “Do you want me to carry you to the bed? I can handle the curtain situation.”
“And you, Mister, are a massive flirt.” Zoe says, sleep still slurring the edges of her words as stretches slightly, and looks up at him from her current position, her head in his lap as some dumb grade B horror flick plays on her TV. She had been half asleep at this point until he spoke, the dim lighting, and his fingertips in her hair putting her right over the edge of post sex euphoria into light dozing. Truth be told, it’s nice, getting to spend these nights off with someone else, instead of just drinking by herself. Sure, they’re usually having mind-blowing sex, but even this is nice, not having to worry about anything outside of those doors.
“This just proves I need damn blackout curtains here. I’d rather not have an order of vampire boyfriend, extra crispy just because I want you to stay.” She lets out a small sigh, not even realizing she’s slipped up and referred to him as her boyfriend right away. Still, the realization hits her very soon after, and she flushes darkly.”Sorry. Lover would be the more accurate phrase. For fuck’s sake, this is only the end of our what... third date? Fourth date?” Honestly, if they’re determining which date it is, really depends if someone counts the night they met as a date. Either way, she doesn’t know if it’s too soon for him, and doesn’t want to cross that line if it makes him uncomfortable.
cont. from x with @ghostsandabsinthe
“Obviously,” I snorted. The smile that spread lazily across my lips was equal parts playful and dark. Old habits—- or whatever the fuck that human expression is... I’m too tired to think about it now. It’s been a long night. Dealing with drunk immortal douchebags is about 2,000 times worse than dealing with living ones—- not that I can’t handle it [please]—- it’s just a pain in the ass. So, it was nice, you know? To unwind to this after a hectic worknight. “But that’s besides the point, Little Red.” One hand kept playing through her hair while the other hand decided to touch—- we’re talking the absolute ghost of a caress here—- along the apple of her cheek. The one closest to the TV. I wasn’t trying to disturb her too much.
“How many times do I have to make you pull all those pretty, blissed-out, been-fucked-twenty-seven-ways-to-dawn faces before you admit to yourself that you’re beautiful?” I hummed. “And in case you wanna try to deflect the compliment and start in on me about being superficial: I was talking about from the inside out.” The smile got a little wider at her little slip, a fang catching the inside of my cheek as I debated whether or not to show my hand as well. I am a pretty notorious bachelor after all, especially in the kink circuit...
Then again, Zoe was not just anyone. She was... fuck, let’s not delve too deep in the introspection hole now. She needs reassurance, not me dicking around in my own fucking head. “Lover, huh? Hm. That might have worked when I was a much younger man... but it seems a little outdated now, don’t you think?” A low purr emanated from the back of my throat as my palm slid down from her cheek to the beautiful curve of her throat, calloused fingers still so gentle. Nothing if not reassuring. “I’m not usually very boyfriend material... but, for you—- I’m hoping to make the cut.” I laughed softly, still thinking about the crispy line for a sec. "Actually, if we hung a comforter up in front of the bedroom window for now, that might do the trick. What do you think? A make-shift curtain until I buy you a heavier set tomorrow night. The real deal... You know... so your vampire boyfriend can stay over a lot more...”
Words like violence, break the silence, come crashing in, into my little world, painful to me, pierce right through me, can’t you understand, oh my little girl
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