vamplour

[vamplour]

rip lourdes

[vamplour]

lourdes starting call + using lines from literature again

[vamplour]

❝ cold isn’t the same as empty,  ❞ she said,  not with pity,  but with the kind of quiet certainty that came from centuries of watching the world fracture  &  reforge itself again  &  again.  ❝ i’ve lain in graves too,  william.  some dug by others,  some i carved out for myself.  the dirt clings either way.  you can rot in it or grow something from it — something bitter,  maybe,  but alive all the same.  ❞ her gaze didn’t waver,  even as the corners of her mouth curved into something too solemn to be called a smile.  ❝you’re not beyond reach.  if you were,  you wouldn’t still be looking me in the eye.  ❞

❝ you wear the grave like a badge.  like you think it makes you untouchable.  but the dead can still hunger,  can’t they? for warmth,  for meaning,  for something that cuts deeper than a fang.  you talk like you’ve made peace with it,  but peace doesn’t make a man snarl the way you do.  ❞ she stepped closer,  slow  &  deliberate,  the silver crucifix around her neck catching the dim light like a warning or a promise.  ❝ maybe you don’t want saving.  maybe you just want someone to look at the wreckage  &  still say your name like it means something.  ❞

@vamplour sent: ❝ the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.. ❞

❝ good thing i'm dead then, innit? ❞ he flashes his best shit-eating, tongue-in-cheek grin he possesses. she's a different breed she is. he wouldn't put her on the same level as angelus—no that would be an insult to this beauty that she certainly does not deserve. she is something else entirely. he loves a good puzzle. ❝ cold as the grave darling dru put me in. ❞ he knows what she's trying to say, he really does. he's not sure if he feels like biting though. well, not in that way, at least.

[vamplour]

devoted, yearning & obsessive

❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞

❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞

❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞

❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞

❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞

❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞

❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞

❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞

❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞

❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞

❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞

❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞

❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞

❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞

❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞

❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞

❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞

ACTIONS:

WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.

WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.

DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.

DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.

FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.

FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.

GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.

SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.

CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.

REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.

BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

BATHED: for receiver to bathe sender, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

[vamplour]

finally getting all of that out of my drafts actually makes me so relieved, it's been packed with just unformatted paragraphs for like a month at this point. i mean, there's still more but that was all a project in itself.

[vamplour]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (click links for more)

VITTORIO CONTINI – the vampire who turned lourdes, their love was secret, intense, & ultimately tragic. their bond goes beyond mortal love, transcending centuries. › edgar ramirez

THEODORE BOUCHER – a french intellectual from the enlightenment era. their relationship was full of poetic moments, intellectual debates, & passionate exchanges. › jack lowden

EMILIEN MOREAU – a poet & french philosopher from the 1700s, their affair was a blend of intellectual passion and emotional conflict, all set against the backdrop of revolution. › uncast

MARCELINE DUBOIS – a creole woman with a talent for hoodoo, their love was both dangerous and devoted, grounded in a deep understanding of power. › tessa thompson

JAMIES "JAMIE" CALLAHAN – an american gunslinger with a poet’s soul, their relationship was passionate but short-lived due to his tragic death in a standoff. › dave annabell

ISADORA LANGLEY – a silent film star in the 1920s, their love was filled with stolen moments, hidden embraces, and doomed by the societal expectations of the time. › florence pugh

ALEJANDRO VALASQUEZ – a revolutionary in 1950s havana, alejandro loved lourdes with reckless devotion, believing her to be an angel guiding him to his destiny. › diego luna

ELEANOR "ELLIE" HART – a wild child of rock ‘n’ roll, their love was an intense, chaotic whirlwind filled with neon nights, emotional highs, and eventual heartbreak. › riley keogh

JESSE ADAMS – a free-spirited artist from san francisco in the 1960s, their time together was a passionate, short-lived romance shaped by both love and rebellion. › taron egerton

MALCOLM MARTIN – a charming new yorker, their relationship was characterized by intense, whirlwind chemistry and deep, emotional exchanges, but ultimately, they parted ways as his life became entangled in his own battles. › mason gooding

MARIA CASTILLO – a passionate and determined woman from spain, their love was fiery and full of devotion, but ultimately shaped by the pressures of their differing worlds. › lorena andrea

SEBASTIAN WOLFE – a decadent artist in the 1980s, obsessed with capturing lourdes in his paintings, their affair was indulgent, destructive, and ultimately doomed by his inability to truly understand her. › ben barnes

MAXWELL PHILLIPS – a narcissistic vampire sired by lourdes herself, their relationship was marked by emotional instability and selfishness, but even he couldn’t resist her allure. › pedro pascal

[vamplour]

a soft laugh hummed in her throat,  low  &  melodic like a hymn sung just for him.  lourdes didn’t move away — her hand remained at his temple,  thumb brushing lightly across his skin in a slow,  absent motion.  there was affection in the gesture,  but also patience,  like she was willing to wait for him to meet her where she stood.

❝then i will keep at it, ❞ she said,  a wry smile ghosting her lips.  ❝even the most brilliant minds need someone to speak gently to them now  &  then.  i won’t let you forget that.❞  her gaze held his,  steady  &  unflinching,  but never demanding.  just present.  just there. 

　　　THERE IS AN EXHALE AS HER TOUCH LINGERED AT HIS TEMPLE . her lips brushing against his forehead was unexpected— gentle where the world so often wasn’t , a comfort he wasn’t sure he knew how to accept . fingers twitched at his sides , an instinct to deflect , to make a joke , to pretend he wasn’t as tired as he felt . but the words didn’t come . instead , he allows his eyes to close for a beat , soaking in the quiet moment offered . when he opened them again , the weight hadn’t disappeared , but it had shifted— just a little . just enough . ❝ careful , ❞ he murmured , voice edged with something softer than his usual bravado , ❝ keep that up , and i might actually start listening . ❞

[vamplour]

lourdes did not flinch at the gravel in his voice,  nor the subtle shift of his hand toward the weight beneath his coat.  the stillness within her was not the kind that begged to be broken,  but the kind that had already weathered storms older than memory.  candlelight,  caught in the curve of her cheekbone,  flickered as if stirred by something unseen.  she turned to him slowly,  as though she had known precisely where he stood all along — watched not with fear,  but with a gentle gravity that made the air seem heavier. 

❝no one speaks to me,❞ she murmured,  her voice a low,  lilting hush,  ❝not in the way you mean.❞ her gaze held his,  not challenging,  but knowing — far too knowing.  ❝i dream in echoes,  emil.  not all of them mine.  i feel the pulse of things long before they rise to the surface.❞ she stepped closer,  the hem of her long skirts whispering across the ancient stones like a memory come to life.  ❝you think this world is void of sanctity — but i have walked among the ruins of saints  &  monsters alike.  i have seen what is broken rebuilt in silence.❞ her head tilted slightly,  an ache in her smile,  wistful.  ❝you are not wrong — no place is truly safe.  but still,  some are sacred… because someone chooses to make them so. ❞

a beat.  her crucifix glinted faintly,  catching what little light remained. 

❝tantalus made you a weapon.  but even a blade remembers the warmth of a hand before it’s drawn.  you haven’t been forgotten,  emil. ❞ her voice dropped softer still.  ❝not by the world.  not by god.   &  not by me. ❞

he can't remember the last time he was in a church of any kind. knowing him, it was probably one of the many times he's tracked targets to places they thought were 'safe.' but he knows there is no such thing in this world. every haven can be desecrated. nothing is scared nor hallowed in a world filled with the corruption of humans. emil stands still, silent as a graveyard at midnight, and watches her. hands shoved into coat pockets, skepticism and uncertainty resting in hues of deep umber. the words cause his brows to thread together. and then one raises slightly. ❝ the hell is that supposed to mean? ❞ the gravel of his voice fills the quieted air, cutting through it in a way that feels like blasphemy. yet there is no disrespect in intent. his demeanor grows guarded, the chip buried beneath his skin practically itching. how could she know that? only two people walking this goddamn earth know the thoughts he's had, his hope for escape. emil moves a hand out of his pocket, hovering near but not touching the weapon on his hip, hidden beneath his coat. ❝ who've you been talking to? ❞

[vamplour]

okay so that was a lie bc i fell asleep super early but tonight for sure, even if it’s just to set up a link thing for her npc lovers over the years

going to be on lourdes tonight, like for a starter?

[vamplour]

going to be on lourdes tonight, like for a starter?

[vamplour]

lourdes says hey (say hey back)

[vamplour]

for one muse to give the other oral ⊰ @klarsynt

lourdes shifted beneath him,  her legs naturally drawing him closer,  her touch gentle as it guided him.  her hands rested on his shoulders,  fingers tracing the subtle muscle there with a tender familiarity.  she met his gaze,  unwavering,  her eyes holding a steady warmth that seemed to beckon him closer still,  inviting him into a silence that felt far more intimate than any spoken word.  her breath was slow,  deliberate,  her presence an anchor amidst the quiet tension building between them.  his hands, warm  &  gentle, settled on her hips,  fingers skimming the soft fabric of her dress,  the edges of his touch barely grazing her skin, as if testing the boundaries of a longing neither had fully acknowledged.  she didn’t hurry,  letting the moment unfold at its own pace,  the silence between them filled with a subtle but undeniable pull. 

as his movements grew more purposeful,  she shifted beneath him,  her body arching slightly in response,  legs parting just enough to allow the closeness to deepen.  she felt his breath,  warm against her skin,   &  her own pulse quickened,  but still,  she remained serene — grounded,  in control.  lourdes’ hands slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck,  fingers brushing against the skin there with the lightest touch,  coaxing him closer without a word.  her lips parted just enough for her voice to slip out in a soft,  inviting whisper.  ❝don’t hold back,❞ she murmured,  the words barely audible,  yet heavy with a promise. 

with a slow,  deliberate movement,  lourdes allowed herself to pull him further,  her body reacting instinctively,  urging him into a space that felt like it could stretch on forever.  she felt the heat between them intensify with each subtle shift,  each breath that seemed to bring them closer still.  her hands traced the length of his back,  guiding him,  urging him,  but without force — only a gentle,  coaxing pull that mirrored the connection between them.  in this stillness,  she allowed herself to savor the moment,  feeling the weight of it,  the intimacy of their closeness,   &  the quiet understanding that sometimes,  desire was not about urgency,  but about the slow,  intoxicating rhythm of being fully present in one another’s space.  the moment stretched,  drawn out in a languid dance,  each heartbeat  &  every shared breath building a tension neither could escape,  a slow,  deliberate seduction of body  &  soul.

[vamplour]

oh no … my icons … they’re bigger ✨ now you get to see how hot lourdes is

[vamplour]

lourdes felt the weight of his gaze before he even looked up.  there was something in it — something worn   &  heavy,  like the unspoken words that clung to the air between them.  she did not move,  did not reach out further,  but allowed him the space to feel the quiet pull of her presence,  the steady warmth that seemed to reach past the jagged edges of his brokenness.   

she saw it in his hands,  those hands that had carried so much — too much —   &  the way they trembled under the burden of his own past.  she saw the fight in him,  the way he struggled to outrun the ache,  to bury it deep in the earth,  hoping it would stay there.  but it never did,  did it? the earth had a way of spitting out what it couldn’t hold.   

❝stay, ❞ she whispered,  the word quiet but firm,  like a prayer that wrapped itself around him,  a lifeline in the dark.  it wasn’t a command — she could not bring herself to use her compulsion when it was not warranted — but it was an invitation.  an offer.  she didn't promise him ease,  nor that the digging would make sense.  but she did promise him this:  i will be here.  through the quiet,  through the noise,  through it all.

&  for a brief moment,  as he looked back at her,  she saw the smallest shift — an unraveling of something so fragile,  so delicate,  it could almost be mistaken for fear.  but she knew.  it was hope.  ❝let me help you carry it, ❞ she said softly,  her voice steady as the flicker of flame.    &  for the first time in a long while,  lourdes allowed herself to believe that perhaps,  together,  they might find a way to heal what had been buried for far too long. 

𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕  𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅  in  his  mind,  like  a  drumbeat  he  couldn’t  escape.  he  could  feel  the  weight  of  the  shovel  in  his  hands  now,  feel  the  strain  in  his  arms  as  they  trembled  beneath  the  effort,  but  the  earth  was  dark,  thick  with  the  roots  of  old  regrets,  memories  that  had  grown  tangled  and  suffocating  over  the  years. 

he  had  buried  so  much  of  himself,  so  many  pieces  of  his  life  —  his  hope,  his  joy,  his  belief  in  redemption  —  until  all  that  remained  was  a  hollow  man  who  felt  the  weight  of  his  past  pressing  against  him  every  time  he  moved,  every  time  he  breathed. 

⁺   ‧   ˚   ♰   ༄  @vamplour  continued  from  xx

but  then,  something  in  her  eyes,  the  quiet  patience,  reminded  him  of  those  flickering  flames.  constant.  steady.  he  looked  down  at  his  hands,  the  roughness  of  his  palms  suddenly  feeling  more  like  a  story  than  a  burden.  where  it  hurts.  he  had  never  been  good  at  confronting  that.  he  had  spent  so  long  trying  to  outrun  the  ache,  numbing  himself  with  the  belief  that  if  he  just  kept  going,  kept  moving,  he  would  outrun  it.  but  lourdes...  she  was  asking  him  to  stop.  to  stay.

his  gaze  flickered  back  to  her,  that  soft  glow  casting  shadows  across  her  face.  there  was  something  undeniably  real  in  the  steadiness  of  her  presence.  she  wasn’t  promising  him  that  the  digging  would  be  easy,  or  even  that  it  would  make  sense.  but  there  was  grace  in  her  stillness. 

and  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  while,  benny  felt  the  smallest  thread  of  something  unfamiliar  —  hope,  maybe,  or  the  beginning  of  it  —  beginning  to  unravel  within  him. 

[vamplour]

“i just want to feel something.” ⊰ @irnmade

her fingers stilled on his skin,  the weight of his desire lingering in the air between them.  lourdes looked at him,  her gaze soft but knowing,  as though she had already heard the unspoken plea in his voice.  without a word,  she leaned closer,  her lips brushing the curve of his ear,  warm breath dancing against his skin.  she felt his body tense,  his breath hitching in anticipation.  it was more than just the heat of the moment — it was the raw,  vulnerable need that hung between them,  almost tangible. 

she pressed herself against him,  letting the weight of her body communicate what words could not.  her hands roamed over him,  slow,  deliberate,  coaxing his tension to unwind,  each touch gentle but insistent,  as if to erase the distance between them.  she felt him respond,  the heat of his skin growing hotter beneath her fingertips,  the pulse of his heart quickening.  it was as if everything else faded,  leaving only the two of them,  caught in the gravity of each other's presence. 

she moved with a slow,  fluid grace,  her lips finding his,  kissing him deeply,  softly,  as if to pull him into the moment.  she felt him melt into the kiss,  her body moving with him,  giving in to the rhythm of the moment,  feeling him,  not just as a lover,  but as something more — something broken,  something longing to be whole again.  the world outside ceased to exist as they became tangled in each other,  skin on skin,  breath on breath,  a slow burn that ignited with every touch.  lourdes,  in that moment,  felt every inch of him — the weight of his need,  the urgency,  the raw hunger —  &  she let it wash over her.  she let him feel everything. 

her hands slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt,  tracing the hard lines of muscle,  the warmth of him sending shivers of want through her.  their breaths tangled,  quick  &  shallow,  as she kissed him again,  deeper this time,  a promise in the softness of her lips,  a declaration in the fierceness of her touch.  she was giving him what he sought — something real,  something undeniable.  she pulled the shirt higher, her hands sliding over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the pulse beneath his skin quicken as her touch traveled lower, coaxing him to surrender, to feel more.

her lips found his neck, brushing against the soft skin there as her hands moved further, skimming the waistband of his pants with a deliberate slowness, the movement almost teasing. she could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, the rhythm growing frantic as she worked to uncover him, to expose the heat of him completely.  with each subtle shift, each careful touch, she let him feel the depth of her desire, the way her body hungered for him, & as her fingers dipped lower, drawing him closer, she knew there was no turning back. she moved with a quiet confidence, savoring the feeling of him as she gathered him into her hand, letting the space between them vanish as she unraveled him, stroke by stroke.  piece by piece.

 the space between them narrowed until there was nothing but the raw,  unfiltered connection between them.  ❝i’ll make you feel everything, ❞ she whispered,  her voice barely more than a breath against his lips,   &  with that,  they moved further,  the world outside forgotten,  consumed entirely by the heat  &  hunger that bound them together. 

[vamplour]

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

[vamplour]

like as permission for lourdes to send suggestive memes ..