Your darkest

iris-forde:

You want me to give you away at your wedding?

#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER #i've been so sick #and in the hospital #Daddy

Yes, daddy, will you?

calvin-rodgers-blog

Erm,

I’m ninety percent sure today was Thursday.

Nah, just a crappy old Monday.

#calvin

iris-forde:

Call it a father’s instinct.

#there a sea shell on top of a bunch of wedding shoe confetti #and on the shell it says Will you do the honor of walking me down the isle #father?#perf #Daddy

You're cute, daddy. Well... With that being said... Here. [She hands him a tiny box with a pink ribbon wrapped around it]

iris-forde:

I knew there was something in the air.

#ooc: iris is too happy about thisd #this**#Daddy

Did you really?

Though the concept of marriage still often leaves me dumbfounded, I do quite like the ceremonies. Pretty affairs.

Yeah, they really are. I'm trying to make mine as perfect as I can. [She smiles hoping he'd get the hint]

#Daddy

Home Sweet Home

With every touch, Stephan grew hungrier for more, for yet another lingering sweep of her fingers as she kissed him softly, letting him know that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. But what she didn’t know was that he already had what he wanted. He loved Iris so much that he could go without sex for years and he would be okay with it. He’d be horny as hell all the time, but if it was for her, he’d be just fine with the inconvenience of having an extremely annoying and constant boner.

He growled softly against her mouth as she grinded her hips into his, rubbing her center along his lap and causing friction inside of his pants. At that moment, he need her naked, and himself, as well, or he was sure that he was going to blow up or burst into flames. Using his regular strength, no vamp benefits to be included, he grabbed hold of the front of her shirt and ripped it open, exposing the front of her chest. She was always so perfect, and he leaned back to look her overly hotly, overcome by the desire to just drink her in.

#im so sorry this is late #i have been trying to get a muse for her #and i just cant #ugh #stephan #sorry its so bad too

Iris pulled away from the kiss as he ripped her shirt open. She looked at him in disbelief, "Hey that was my good shirt." She said to him jokingly. She saw the way that Stephan was looking at her so intensely. Iris bit her lip, as her fingers gripped on to the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his bare and muscular chest. She ran her hand down him, and her eyes followed. Up and down they both trailed upon him. Everything about Stephan to her was perfect, especially the way his body was perfectly molded. Iris was lucky to have Stephan, oh, she was so lucky. She couldn't imagine herself with anyone but him and she was glad that he shared the mutual feelings.

Impatient for satisfaction, Iris aggressively pressed her lips against his and began to kiss him with a passion she's never had before. Her lips moved against his so sweetly and her hands tugged on his hair a little. She continued to rock her body back and forth onto his, and she felt the tension of their jeans on her genital. Iris couldn't help herself, she wanted him so bad. She wanted to feel his body on top of hers and his hand sliding themselves up and down her small hips. Most of all, she wanted the sweet and painful sensation of him sliding himself into her, making every inch of her body feel good.

Home Sweet Home

Stephan kissed her back gently, one of his hands reaching up to cup the side of her face, the other attached to her hip. He guided her to his body, pressing her body against his own. She fit so perfectly against him, the man didn’t know how he hadn’t found her sooner. Actually, he was happy that she found him at this time, because he didn’t know if he would have kept her around for as long as he did if he had met her any sooner. He didn’t want to stop kissing her. On the contrary, all he really wanted to do was fuck her senseless, but he stopped when she pulled away.

"I love you too." He said simply, smiling back at her. He walked backward, her arms wrapped around his waist, and sat down on the edge of their bed. It was a nice thought, "their bed," because they were going to share it for the rest of their immortal lives. At least, Stephan hoped. He lifted her up effortlessly and placed her straddled on his lap. His one hand reached up, pushing her hair behind her ear, as he looked up at her with a grin. "You know what I want?" He asked, looking her over. "To have sex with you. For the first time. In our house."

#kinda short sorry #stephan

Iris continued to smile at him as he pulled her to the bed. Right away, she knew where this was going. Not like she had a problem with it, though, she wanted it just as bad as he did. There wasn't a time where she felt closer to him. Sex was a way to study the rest of his body, every single inch of it, she wanted to explore. Iris nodded and smiled at him. Her hands ran through the soft hair that was on the back of his head. She leaned in close to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, then pulled back a little. "And that's what you'll get." She said almost in a whisper.

Again, her lips collided with his, a little more force put into it. If this was going to be their first time having sex in their bed, then she wanted to make it sexy and memorable. Her hands cupped his face and her body rocked against his. Iris loved Stephan so much, and if she could just stay in this moment forever, where both of them were so happy, she would.

evangeline-rodgers-blog

Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections.

(via evangeline-monte)

Home Sweet Home

Stephan watched as she moved his clothes out of the closet and onto the bed. He didn’t know why she was acting so juvenile, and he really didn’t want to fight. He was in a good mood, after all, and he couldn’t didn’t want to ruin it over trivial things like whose clothes go where. Instead, he walked over to their bed and started to help her take the clothing off the hangers and, after folding them, placing them on the bed where the rest of his clothes were being put. There was a wry smirk on his face, as if he was doing this to just go along with her pettiness.

Once all of the clothes were folded, Stephan scooped up the pile and walked over to the dresser. Pulling open one of the drawers that he knew was empty, he placed each piece of clothing neatly inside, going to the drawer underneath once it was full. He finished quickly, and shut both drawers before turning back to his fiancee with a wicked grin on his face. “Now that you’ve made me move half of my clothes into this dresser, how are you going to make it up to me?”

She smiled and walked over to him, sliding her arms along his sides and wrapping them around him. "Anything you want, you know I'll give it to you." She said, giggling a little. It was true. Iris would do anything for Stephan, even if it meant dying just to keep him alive. To her, his life was more important than hers, she was a demon, who cared about her? He was a tall, pale skinned, romantic, vampire, just like in those Twilight movies. Who wouldn't want their own personal Edward Cullen? Iris was just glad she had hers.

Iris went up on her toes and gave him a long kiss on his lips. She was nervous, her heart was beating a mile a minute, but she wasn't sure why. The only time she'd ever felt like that was when she saw Stephan for the first time after she came back from Hell. She figured it was just the excitement of being able to kiss the person who was soon to become her husband. Iris looked into his pale blue eyes, and smiled. "I love you.. Stephan." As she took a deep breath in, her arms tightened around his waist.

#stephan

Home Sweet Home

Stephan chuckled, and he kept his arms around her even though she was turned around. The front of his body was pressed against the back of hers,and he was comfortable there with her in his arms. He was never going to move, unless she was continually wrapped up in his embrace. He loved her being that close, and he had been deprived of being close to someone this way for years. That was mostly his doing, but he didn’t think about that. He would only spiral downward, into a hole of self pity, and he didn’t want that for himself. He didn’t even want Iris to see him that way ever again. The first time she had, it was when she had come back to down after leaving the first time. Stephan wasn’t going to scare her like that. Not in his life time. Not again.

His lips pressed against her neck, his eyes trained on the clothing in front of them. He did have a significant less amount of clothes than her, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t worry about trifles such as those. “I don’t think so. I think it’s common for women to have less space, since they tend to have more clothing.” His breath brushed against her neck. “You can move some of that stuff over to my side, angel. I won’t mind. I don’t really need all the space you gave me, as you can see. And I don’t plan on going on some major shopping spree any time soon.” He smiled and kissed her pulse point once more.

#i had this perfect para done #and my computer shut off fml #so sorry that this one sucks #stephan

She chuckled. "You don't get my point Stephan. Your clothes take up more space than mine." She chuckled again, still looking into the crowded closet. " God, you're like a girl." Iris was excited for this, but then again she wasn't. Of course, she loved the idea of living with Stephan, but not the idea of the constant bickering over stupid things. She figured that most of their arguments wouldn't start like this, as time went by, but hopefully Stephan would let her take control of the situation. She'd bribe him into it somehow, the girl knew that Stephan would do anything for her.

Iris sighed dramatically and shook her head, pulling herself out of his grasp. "Here... How about this?" She walked into the closet and pulled out a chunck of his clothes, and put the rest of hers in. When she was done, she turned around slightly smirking at him. "How about you put the rest of your clothes in the drawer, babe. Then I'll have the rest of the closet for my clothes. Sound like a deal?" She walked over to the bed where she set down his clothes and started to take off their hangers, and folded them. Iris was being selfish and she knew it, but to her, she deserved the better half of everything.

Home Sweet Home

Stephan walked into the house, throwing off his jacket and placing it on the hook that he had just placed there only a couple days before. He had been working on Iris and his apartment for the last couple months, bit by bit, and he loved that it was their house. Together. Throwing off his shoes, he made his way through the house to try and find his fiancee. It was weird, to use that term, because a two years ago he would have never thought that he was have found true love. Much less someone like Iris.

Making his way through the house, he walked into the bedroom to find Iris standing there, in the closet. He smirked and sped over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss against her neck. “Hello there, beautiful.” He said, his accent showing just enough where he was sure that she could here it. Most of the time, he hid his accent, but he believed that Iris seemed to like it, so he spoke with it around her. “What are you up to?”