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✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

Acts of Affection 

The undertaker groaned and then grumbled deep in his throat, greying brows knitting together. “Why are you always so insistent on touching me?”

[doloresalbinsson]

@plaguedmorte

After an unusually quiet stretch of morning, the bell above Lorenzo’s door rang. “Anyone in?”, called a man’s voice, from the front room.

For a long time, Dolores had neglected and hidden the decline of her mind. Early on, her mother had made it clear that her outbursts were a burden on their household, and punishable. Twice, she’d recommended exorcism. Though Dolores managed to bury many of her emotions, inwardly, there was no change for the better. Soon, it rose to the surface again, and her father was quick to notice when she began to look ill. Theodore was, generally, a more attentive and patient person than her mother. He insisted on having her examined the following day.

For a few moments, Dolores stood with her father in an otherwise empty room. When Lorenzo appeared, Theodore breathed a sigh of relief, “Ah, good. We worried no one was here.”

Dolores eyed the doctor uneasily, half-hidden behind her father. She didn’t seem to have trouble standing on her own, but at a glance she did appear thin and sleepless.

[gillmidfort]

“That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.”

A small sad smile was on her face as she looked at the Doctor before her.It was painfully indeed, to know he didnt trusted her after all. “I-it was you, wasnt it?You put some illness in my drink? I-i thought you trusted me...” 

[sxlverscreen]

☤ ((ohh who is the doctor here? Lol

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                                           “It’s not much but if you don’t clean it, it’s gunna get infected and then you’re gunna be sorry. So sit down. Now.” Ava insisted, her hands on her hips before one snaked out and gripped his fingers, bringing them up to examine the cut he had across his palm. After a minute, deciding that stitches weren’t necesary, she hurried to her bathroom before returning moments later with plenty of supplies to cure not only him but about thirty other men too. 

              Again, she grabbed his hand, sitting down as she did and immeidately beginning to clean it with a small, wet rag. “How the hell did you even get this anyway? Do I wanna know?”

[archerwhiterp]

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𝓗is eyes moved to Archer’s, still lost in confusion and a daze. Unsure why the man was laughing. His mouth open to speak but nothing came out. He finally got a sound out as he sighed looking Archer, brows frowning. “Why do you do this to me?” His voice sounded like he was hurt but desperate at the same time. 

His hands moved to rest on the waist as he leaned in, his nose rubbing at the jawline. Hesitant as he was debating to keep going or not. Fighting the regret as he gave into the lust. 

Soft lips at the jugular, he gave a soft gentle kiss. Soon letting his tongue rub along the skin before marking. Pulling away to see the love bite and smiled as the skin changed colour. His hand rubbing up the torso as he moved in to mark the neck more. 

Lorenzo was now experiencing a new side of himself with Archer. He wasn’t sure if this feeling was right, it scared him a bit. “What is happening to me?” He whispered as he began to nibble on the earlobe. 

“Why do I?... do... what?” Archer whispered, afraid to speak any louder with the way Lorenzo was gazing at him like a starving man. Though instead of ravenous hunger, he was peppering Archer with loving affection. Soft and gentle, something that felt out of character.

Archer couldn’t hide a moan as he made his way around his neck. His own hands were kneading before curling into fists, stretching out again to glide along Lorenzo’s hips in return. 

“I don’t know.” Honestly Archer didn’t. The man had brought fear into him the first second they had met but now seemed so tender. “I don’t know. I didn’t do anything different.” He didn’t, besides be himself. 

[archerwhiterp]

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Blinks a few times and sticks his fingers into the other’s mouth. “Do they taste clean to you?”

*sucks his finger instead* clean enough

[razensky]

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“I’ve never been so indulged in someone whose mind is so twisted, besides my own, of course.” Victor chuckled, brushing his hand over the bloody hair of the Italian doctor, grasping it sharply to bring their faces together for a moment.

“You like what’s inside, no? Me too.” He laughed, letting Lorenzo go as he leaned back against the wall, his whole being covered in blood as he observed the other man. “What are your voices telling you? Kill me? Kill people? How about killing yourself, darling?” He whispered, tongue dragging over his lips to gather blood. Whose blood was it didn’t matter anymore, both men were covered in it enough to pretend that it was theirs. 

[gillmidfort]

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11: gentle kiss

The sun was just setting as gill sat besides her newly wedded husband, lorenzo.From now on she was Mrs.Morte.When they had talked about the names she wanted to have his name, leaving her family behind.They had haunted her long enough.”I-it sounds nice...Mrs.Morte.Junior seems to like it too.” Her head laid against his chest as she held their 1 year old in her arms.He looked just like him. 

With a smile on her face she leaned up and gave him a small and gentle kiss.As she pulled away she put one of his hands on her belly.It had a bulge, growing bigger day by day.”And i bet our daugther loves it too, and ah!” She held up a hand.”I know its a girl this time.Dont argue with me.” 

It was a perfect picture, a little family sitting on a bench before the sunset.