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Indie & Selective canon American Horror Story: Hotel rp.

donovan.

Heavy nsfw / triggering content.

Mun & Muse are 21+.

Multiverse, Multiship, OC & crossover FRIEDNLY.

Written by Teresa.

tracking: iintravenovs

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immortalbloodvirus:

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   she’s just stood up to fix her hair, the two truly having been going all morning and afternoon. her appetite for both blood and sex was insatiable, but donovan’s continued insistence on slowing down or doing other things was quickly growing irritating. sighing as the countess looks herself over in her vanity mirror, she’ll turn around to look over the nude figure of her dark haired lover.

      “ where is the fun in that, donovan? i thought we were going for a record. “

   her tone is a bit cold, but she’ll stroll back towards him and the bed, climbing onto the matress so that she can crawl over him. lowering her face towards his, she playfully nips at his lower lip; she wants to go again.

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    A deep sigh was merely exhaled from the mouth of the younger male, head leaning
back against the pillow he remained hovering over, all of his upper body weight being
held by his elbows. He was in absolutely no position to deny her of her wishes; he
never was. Instead of refuting, he opted for remaining mum on the very matter.

    Blue eyes stay fixated on his true love as she made her way over to mount on top
of him. He didn’t fight, wasn’t even going to entertain the idea; in substitute, hands
made their way around her petite frame to firmly grip at her hips. Now, he definitely
wasn’t against going for another round of sex with Elizabeth, he was just quite simply
in the mood for a bit of a change.

    ❝You know I’d love to, but,❞

    That was it. He suddenly felt the need to stop himself from refusing her anymore.
Donovan loved nothing in this world more then having all of the woman’s attention
solely on him and the fact that he was now receiving everything that he wanted? He
wasn’t quite ready to let that go.

    Case in point; there was no ‘buts’ about anything, there was truly nothing that he’d
love more.