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Van Der Valk ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

VAN DER VALK (2020 - ) Marc Warren as Piet Van Der Valk in Season 1

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Dante x Reader who is always comforted by Dante when they’re sad or distressed somehow but they also insist on comforting him because they see through his happy mask.

Aw yeah

Dante x Reader comfort headcannons

-Dante knows what it's like to be in the depths of despair and borderline suicidal. He understands the pain of self-loathing and remembers a time when he felt resentful towards the world.

-These memories are why he does everything in his power to make sure you never fall into the same darkness he did.

-Whenever you're even the least bit sad, he'll hurry to your side, ask you what's wrong and see if there's anything he can do to help, and then promptly gets to work fixing the issue.

-If the issue happens to be a person bothering you, you'll find that the person in question no longer wishes to have anything to do with you and visibly trembles when you approach them.

-He holds you when you're feeling emotional, rubs your back when you're stressed, and most importantly, gives you virtually endless cuddles whenever you're feeling anxious or generally distressed about anything.

-He knows how to make you laugh like no one else can, because he is naturally that goofy.

-Tickle ambushes are often initiated whenever you have a pout or a frown on your face.

-However, despite how much energy and humor Dante brings to the table, he, too, has his off days. There are times when he's feeling lower than usual, and when those times come, he tries to hide it by being funnier and goofier than usual.

-You can see through his attempts to appear cheerful and worry-free, and he knows it. When you start asking questions, he does his best to lie directly to your face, not realizing it just makes him seem to be doing worse than he really is.

-You try to lighten his mood, but you're not as good at comforting others as he is, and sometimes your jokes, especially self-deprecating ones, fall flat.

-You know that the more eccentric he's acting, the more upset he is on the inside, which is why you usually pounce on him with lots of hugs once he starts behaving in this way.

-He doesn't want you to do this—he appreciates that you care for him, but he knows you have problems of your own and doesn't want to weigh you down with his emotional baggage.

-Nevertheless, you are determined to make him as happy and comforted as he's made you, and brush off his attempts to push you away with a persistence only you could dare to have around him.

-Pizza parties with just the two of you are always guaranteed to cheer him up, and splitting a bottle of wine or a can of beer afterwards isn't a bad idea.

-Sometimes you'll find Dante in a particularly vulnerable mood where he actually shares how he's feeling, and while it's sweet that he trusts you enough to tell you these things, it also means something is bothering him a lot and he really needs your help.

-There are times when whatever was bothering the two of you causes you to snap at each other and sometimes yourselves, but at the end of the day, you're always there for one another, ready to cuddle or maybe just listen to whatever you need to get off your chests.

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Trust me (Marko x Fem!Reader)

So part of this is based on a dream I had. Pretty much just the really weird location to have sex. But I feel like it is also very Marko and his love of heights lol.

And as always, all Italian is from Google translate so I do apologize if any of it is incorrect.

Also this plays off of my first ever headcanon post about Marko being Italian.

Word count: 3,811

Pairings: Marko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS JUST PURE SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢��𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

"Come on, it'll be fun"

"The last time you said that we ended up almost getting banned from the boardwalk because of trying to climb the Farris wheel"

"Babe I promise, no one will even know we're here" he smiled, that mischievous smile that let you know what he wanted was not legal nor wise…But you also knew he would never put you in harm's way.

"Fine" you sighed

"You won't regret this cutie" he told you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. The two of you walked towards the outskirts of the boardwalk, the crowd thinning as you went.

'Well at least we're less likely to get caught'

He stopped in front of a tall structure, the entirety of it covered in fabric, cutting it off from the rest of the world.

"After you" he smirked, holding the curtain back to reveal a narrow staircase. Looking at him, then back at the stairs you could only shake your head and laugh, but ascended the stairs nonetheless. It had a few different levels, but only the very bottom had a wooden floor, the others simply held thick beams that would no doubt later support other floors, or perhaps lights.

"Keep going" you heard him speak, though you could tell he was not directly behind you, nor had you heard his footsteps yet. You stopped at another layer of beams, and again.

"Keep going"

Ascending the steps all the way to the top you look out at the large thick metal cross beams wondering just why your crazy boyfriend brought you up here.

"You're not planning on killing me right?" You joked, holding onto the end of the railing.

"No…well" he laughed, his warm breath against the back of your neck.

"Maybe a little bit" he smirked, his lips finding your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"A little bit?" You laughed, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his curls as his lips made their way to the newly exposed skin.

"Piccola morte (Little death)" he spoke, his hands coming to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him, letting you feel exactly what he had in mind.

"Here?" You asked, cutting your eyes towards him, but only being able to see his golden curls as he continued to mark your neck.

"How exactly…you're completely crazy" you laughed, feeling his smile against your neck, his lips leaving your skin to whisper into your ear.

"Do you trust me?"

"You know I do, that's why I'm up here in the first place"

"Then trust me" he spoke, unwrapping his arms and helping you take your first step into the beams.

"This is crazy Marko" you breathed, looking down at the floor far below, your heart rate picking up.

"I'm not going to let you fall, take another step" and you did, because you knew he wouldn't, Marko was quick and could fly, you would be in his arms before you ever hit the ground…But that didn't stop your sudden fear of heights at that moment.

"Couple more steps" he told you, walking you slowly towards where the beams crossed, making a plus sign that would be a stable part to stand.

"There you go" he reassured you once you made it, you let him slowly turn you to face him, his hazel eyes sparkling with that same mischief.

"You're crazy" you once again told him, but the smile that tugged on your lips told him you weren't actually mad.

"You love it" he replied.

"Now, lay down" you looked down at the beams, then back at him for a moment before beginning to slowly sit, his hands never leaving your waist as he lowered himself as well. Once you were sitting he helped you lean back, your arms shooting out to grab him as he lowered you onto the beams that were just a few inches smaller than your body on either side.

"I've got you amore" he spoke, leaning down to kiss you, his lips only leaving yours once he felt you relax a bit. His kisses descended back to your neck, always his favorite spot as he licked and bit at the tender flesh, eliciting soft moans and gasps from your lips. Your hands wandered as he worked, one tangling itself in his curls, gently tugging the locks and pulling a growl from him. Your other wandered under his jacket, your hands running along his toned stomach, the skin cooler than yours but warmer than earlier, the boys had already gone out for their nightly hunt, the adrenaline no doubt being the cause of your current situation. Your hand wandered higher, nails gently scraping along his chest and earning a small thrust as he settled between your legs, the bulge much more prominent now as he began to grind against you.

"Marko" you sighed, lifting your hips to meet him and feeling him grind down harder, a low rumble vibrating against your chest as he tilted your head to the other side, determined to remark all the faded spots. The steady rumble against you grew louder the faster your heart raced, you had only heard Marko purr a few times, and noticed that it was always a different tone depending on the activity. Gently running your hand through his hair while he laid his head in your lap, a soft and gentle purr. The beginning stages of losing himself in ecstasy, a deeper rougher purr, just as he was doing now as his hips began to pick up their speed. His lips quickly attached to yours again, parting them forcefully as he stole your quickened breath, a moan tumbling into your mouth as you snuck your other hand into his shirt, your nails running along his back, just hard enough to sting.

"Cazzo! (Fuck!) " He groaned, breaking the kiss and looking down at you, pupils blown as he panted, and suddenly you felt like prey underneath a predator. You watched him lick his swollen lips, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he looked at you, his hips stilling before he smiled, his body slowly crawling backward along the beam, hands letting go of your waist which had you scrambling to grab a hold of something, your body rocking on the beam.

"Calm down amore, just relax and balance" he told you, hands grasping your ankles before slowly sliding upwards, and suddenly you were thankful for wearing a skirt, because you did not know how you would have taken pants off at the moment. He slowly pushed your skirt up, helping you lift your hips to bunch it around your waist before he lowered his body, balancing perfectly as he kissed along your thighs, tongue reaching out to swipe a path that his teeth soon followed with small nips. You started to squirm as he kissed and nipped everywhere but where you needed him, your heart picking up as you felt yourself become even wetter, you knew he could smell you, knew he could hear your heart, but Marko was known for being a tease.

"Marko" you breathed, not failing to catch the smirk that instantly spread. If there was one thing he loved it was hearing you beg for him, knowing you craved him, craved his touch, craved anything and everything he could give you. He would never admit it, but when you two first met it took him by surprise when you instantly chose to talk to him. Usually it was Paul who girls came to talk to, Paul always being the honeypot to draw in the night's meal. Or Dwayne, even though he doesn't talk much, his looks alone draw girls in. Hell even David tends to get girls drawn to him who have daddy issues, but Marko?.. Marko was fine with that, let the others do the work while he reaps the tasty benefits. But that night they hadn't necessarily been looking for a meal, the hunt a few hours before filling their need, but still Paul wanted to "score some chicks" for other reasons…And he did, a group of girls, all of them flitting to one boy or the other, but none to Marko. Rolling his eyes he looked away from his brothers and the girls, already ready to simply head back to the cave. But instead he came face to face with you as you rounded his bike.

"Sorry about them, they are a little…Eager" you laughed.

"I like your bike, and your jacket, you have a really cool style" and that was how he spent the night simply talking to you, no other motive than just to get to know the girl who actually had the guts to approach him "the ticking time bomb" of the group. It didn't take him long to claim you as his, he didn't care if his brothers wanted your friends or not, he wanted you, and lucky for him, you wanted him as well. Also lucky for him, you trusted him with everything you had.

"Si? (Yes?)" He asked, still pressing gentle kisses against your inner thighs, right next to your pulsing core, he wouldn't admit it, but the smell of your arousal was making it hard to focus on teasing you. Between the adrenaline of the hunt and your dripping heat, all he wanted to do was bury himself balls deep and fuck you until you were screaming his name.

"Marko, please" you whimpered, trying to lift your core to his mouth, but a harsh bite had you mewling.

"Greedy tonight huh?"

"Only for you" you panted

"Only for me?" He laughed, hot breaths fanning over your clothed core and making you groan.

"Should I take pity on you tonight? Let you have what you want?"

"Yes! Please Marko" you pleaded, gripping the beam under you and leaning up to look at him.

"Well…Since you asked nicely" he smiled, pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe along your heat.

"Fuck!" You moaned, head falling back to the beam.

"We have to be quiet, or someone might catch us again" he laughed, no doubt referring to not only the ferris wheel, but also the time the two of you had been caught going at it in one of the beach changing tents. You were sure you were a sight for the very pissed security guard, your pants bunched around your ankle, your other wrapped around Marko's waist as he held it up, his own pants around his knees while he didn't even bother to stop, his face buried in your neck as he groaned about how tight you were. Marko wasn't necessarily into exhibitionism, he didn't want anyone to see you that way but him, but God did he love it when he knew you were loud enough for other people to hear what he was doing to you. Even more when you would return to the crowd, being stared at as he just threw his arm around you, a very proud smirk on his face. That being said, he also loved to tease you about how loud you could get at times…like right now as he ate you out like a man starved, his hands holding your legs open as he buried his face in you, tongue going as deep as it could and pulling a moan from you, before circling your clit. His finger replaced his tongue a moment later as he sucked your clit, tongue flicking over it quickly, a move he knew brought you shooting to your peak. His other hand slid up, hand gliding under your shirt and bra to grasp your breast, pinching the hardened bud in just the way he knew that heightened your pleasure. Your hand quickly covered your mouth when his tongue replaced his finger again, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he went to town. If there was one thing that shocked you about Marko (aside from finding out what he was) it was how much he enjoyed going down on you. Most guys avoided it at all cost and yet wanted you to offer it to them, but not Marko. The first time you two ever did anything together he brought you to a blinding finish twice with his mouth and fingers alone, stating that he could eat you forever, a laughable statement now that you know how true it actually is. A harsh suck on your clit brought you back to reality, as you almost screamed into your hand, your eyes darting down to meet almost black, but you could see the gold beginning to seep through, something he no longer hid away as he took his pleasure in you, now that you knew what he was there was no need to hide the fact that doing this to you, with you, always brought his more feral side out.

"Marko" you pleaded, eyes beginning to water at the intense feeling in your gut, meeting his gaze didn't help, you always felt like he was devouring you completely, body, mind, and soul when he looked at you like that.

"Hai intenzione di finire per me amore? (Are you going to finish for me love?)" He all but growled out, hot breaths fanning your core. He knew you didn't understand him, but he also knew you loved it when he spoke his mother tongue. You had let that secret out one night while things were getting hot and heavy and he slipped into the language.

"Shit!" You groaned when he entered two fingers into you, pumping quickly. Truth be told he didn't know how much longer he could wait, tonight he was more wound up than usual.

"Talk to me baby" he cooed, inserting a third finger and watching as you had to grab a hold of the beam to keep your balance, your hips lifting to meet his fingers.

"Sempre così pronto per me (always so ready for me)" he panted, watching your heat swallow his fingers again and again.

"Fuck! Marko please" you begged, unsure of what you were even begging for at this point, all you knew was that the coil in your stomach was winding tighter and only Marko could make it snap. And he did know that, so in an instant his lips had reattached to your mound, tongue movie along it while his fingers worked you open for him and his other hand grasped your breast, claws slightly extending and scratching your skin as he began to lose himself, the scent of you, the taste of you, the sounds of your racing heart and pumping blood mixing with the sweet sounds of your moans was making him dizzy and he knew he needed to get you across your finish line, to see that look of pure ecstasy cross your face. He watched you climb, your hand reaching out to grab his arm that had abandoned your breast, coming to hold your waist as you began to lose your balance on the beam, your head tilted back as silent screams left you, your legs coming up, body winding tight. With one last flick of his tongue he quickly moved forward, sealing his lips against your and swallowing the scream that ripped from your throat as he pushed you over the edge, his fingers now slowing as he held you close,his lips sucking dark spots on your neck as he pushed you through your overstimulation and into another orgasm, this one causing you to gush even more around his fingers and he knew you were ready. He watched you slowly catch your breath as you blinked, your brain fuzzy from the pleasure but aware of the sound of him undoing his pants and shuffling them around his thighs, his hands coming to wrap your legs around his thin waist before he leaned over you, pulling down your shirt enough for him to place kisses along your chest as he slowly pushed in, a groan leaving him immediately.

"Così stretto (so tight)" he panted, hands grabbing your waist as he started moving, and it didn't take long for him to find that perfect speed that had the both of you trying to muffle your moans.

"Così buono, Cazzo! Così fottutamente bene (So good, Fuck! So fucking good)" he whimpered into your neck, his breaths coming out quicker as he started to lose himself.

"Voglio solo restare qui per sempre (I just want to stay here forever)" he moaned, breath fanning against your heated skin.

"S-Shit! Marko" you whined, teeth digging into your lip as you tried to be quiet, though the wet sound of skin on skin was beginning to grow louder.

"amo quando mi chiami, pregami per questo, urla per me…Io e solo io…Solo io (I love when you call me, beg me for this, yell for me…me and only me…Only me)" He panted, voice breaking as he moaned against your skin, nails digging into your thighs where he was now holding like his life depended on it as he drove into you, forehead pressed against your chest as he whimpered, his body winding tighter while yours grew tighter around him.

"Non durerò amore mio (I won't last my love)" he groaned, head lifting to meet your gaze but seeing your head thrown back, hair a mess from gliding back and forth along the beam, neck and chest flushed and on full display, your humming heartbeat tempting him. He watched as your back bowed when he hit that spot inside you, your breasts pressing up to him while he cursed once more at the sight. His hips stilling only for a moment so he could push your shirt up over your breasts, his hands returning to his own shirt and ripping it open. He'd deal with you scolding him for ruining another shirt later, right now he just needed to feel your skin against his. His movement returned just as you began whimpering, your hands reaching out for him and coming in contact with his now bare front. Your eyes opened and looked at him, his own eyes focused on you as his chest heaved, his stomach muscles moving and contacting with every thrust of his hips. You would scold him about ruining another shirt later, but right now all you could focus on was grabbing him and pulling him closer. Both of you sighing as your chests meet, the feeling on his cooler skin helping you cool down, while the feeling of your racing heart against his chest was only heating him up more.

"ho bisogno che tu finisca…perché non so quanto resisterò (I need you to finish..because I don't know how long I'll last)" he moaned against your neck, his hands lifting your legs higher while yours buried themselves in his hair, tugging at the curls and listening as he growled, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold out.

"Finisci con me,fammi sentire il tuo amore (Finish with me, let me feel your love)" he spoke, his hips picking up speed and strength, his sign that he was on the edge.

"Marko! Fuck baby I'm, Fuck!"

"Urla per me! Grido! Voglio che tutti sappiano che sei mio…Solo mio (Yell for me! Scream! I want everyone to know that you are mine…Only mine)"

"Shit! Marko I'm gonna cum! I'm! FUCK!" You yelled as he latched onto your neck, his fangs sinking in as he fed from you, his own hips stuttering as your heat tightened around him, refusing to let him go, so instead his body decided to let go. Lips red from the blood that now dripped down his chin as his head tilted upwards, eyes rolling back as his mouth opened, and a sudden shout left him while his hips slammed forwards repeatedly before stilling, his warmth painting your walls and filling you. After a moment both of you slowly drifted back down to reality while he leaned forward, lips gently kissing the bite mark as he closed it before nuzzling into your neck. More foreign words were softly spoken in your ear as Marko came down from his high, something that you had found out tends to happen every time. When he would lose himself in pleasure he completely forgot how to speak English, and even after it would take him a moment to resort back to it, you told him one day you wanted to learn Italian so that he didn't have to worry about you not understanding him. Though the look on his face was of both joy and embarrassment, and right now you wondered what sort of love stricken words was he softly breathing against your skin that he would normally be too embarrassed by.

"Il mio bellissimo amore (my beautiful love)" he breathed, kissing your cheek before lifting himself up and hovering over you, the feeling of him still inside you had the both of you moaning. You watched as he pulled out, your mixed finished slowly dripping onto the beams, and you watched as a shit eating grin spread across his face before he slipped his fingers inside, causing you to try to move away due to the sensitivity. But he held you with one hand, reassuring you as he pulled your combined spend from your abused hole. When he felt he had gotten enough he released you, sucking his fingers clean while looking down at the floor far beneath.

"What was that for?" You groaned.

"Christening the place" he smirked, popping his now clean fingers out of his mouth.

"There was enough to even drop down to the bottom" he laughed as you covered your face.

"Oh my God you are the worst" you groaned.

"Awe you know you love me" he teased while pulling your hands away.

"You better be glad I do" you smiled at him, watching as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, a kiss that would have gotten heated had it not been for the sound of footsteps entering the area. Within a second Marko had his pants up, and your shirt righted before he picked you up and jumped out of the opposite side of the curtain just as a flashlight showed where you two had been. You listened as the man began to complain loudly about the "Godless couples who will Fuck anywhere" while Marko floated you both safely to the ground before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the beach.

"That was way too close"

"At least they didn't catch us this time"

"Marko!"

"What?"

"Not funny" you stated, but still couldn't help but laugh.

"Where is the fun if there isn't a little risk" he smiled, still pulling you along.

"Where are we going anyways?"

"A spot I found on the beach yesterday"

"...Marko you're not suggesting"

"The night is still young baby, and I'm far from done with you"

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Saw these in videos of the New York Toy Fair. I’m not a big Squishmallows fan but these caught my eye. I’ll definitely order these when they’re available.

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My hcs for Efram Schweiger

•Definitely suffers from nightmares of his time in captivity and in Hell.

•Isn't too keen on coffee, prefers tea.

•Probably a fan of savoury food and can cook to some degree.

•Hates being without his fedora that was given to him by his unnamed lover (who I believe was killed as Arnold says Efram is always 'too late') The hat is a comfort item.

•His scarf is a gift from his old love too.

•He can sing really well. Can't dance though, unless it's slow and with a partner.

•Efram is probably somewhere in his late 30's.

•His little notebook starts to become filled with doodles of his friends after he casts aside the desire to learn more about the Occult.

•Schweiger has picked up little traits from each member of the Survivor Brigade/Alpha Squad. Such as Karl's ability to lead, Boris's optimistic spirit, Shola's sass, Josiah's jokes ect...

•His eyes are dark brown in ZA4. In ZAT They're a extremely light blue-grey.

•Efram's best friend is Edie. He's always consulting her, saying she's never wrong and they have banter in Ragnarok part 2 about making a scientific hypothesis.

•Efram is long-sighted. Without his glasses he cannot see things up close.

•Efram is 5'11 or 5'12 as when he's stood next to Karl in the saferoom in Ragnarok part 1 he looks a little taller than him. (Karl is 5'10.)

•His favourite scent is freshly printed books.

•In ZA4 he's put on a little muscle. (Not Karl Fairburne in SE5 level of course!)

•After his catharsis in Return to Hell, he's ready to fall in love again as before he'd been too guilt ridden to move on.

•He could be bisexual. His lovers name and gender is never stated. Most love letters in the SE series have names of both writer and recipient. So, this lover of his could be male? As much as it could be female.(Rebellion is no stranger to LGBTQA+ characters, just look at Devlin Waugh! So, the possibility is there.)

•If the war hadn't broken out he'd probably have become a happily married Librarian or science teacher.

•He might have a son or daughter that'll appear in future Zombie Army games.

•I'm torn between Efram having an older sister or straight up being an only child.

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Beautiful moodboard and perfectly on point❤️🍕

In love with Dante…

A mood board for being in a relationship with the youngest son of Sparda…

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Fictober Day 15: “Not Interested, Thank You.”

Summary: Early mornings with our favourite Cajun

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader

Rating: Suggestive content but nothing too steamy, maybe a little fluffy

Words: 430ish

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @the-almond-dinger @gloriousdarkangelsworld @yousaycoke-isaycaine

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by @/taretari on tt, i j needed to share with the class

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Dating Headcanons: Dante

Himbo alert (but you know that already)

Pizza and beer dates. No whining, you let him pick

He actually likes it when you pick dates

He still goes on and on about the amusement park, you took him too

Is man child, so if he's not hunting, eating or sleeping, he gets pretty bored

Don't tell anyone, but he loves coloring books

A set of markers and/or crayons and a coloring book and he's set for hours

No puzzles tho, his attention span is pretty short

Tends to seek you out alot, in the shop mostly

Very handsy, but respects any boundaries you set with him

Just tell him "no" or "stop", in a serious tone

Homie needs to be told stuff seriously

But he's very thoughtful and romantic

He saw his parents like that and wants to be like his dad was with his mother

Treats you to sweet little dates (when it's safe to)

Like, he takes you to Freddy's and will order a large Strawberry sundae to split or a large pizza (no olives)

Due to being touch starved, he gets like a big ol puppy

And will follow you just about anywhere

The king of PDA

Will touch you, hold your hand, put his hsnd in your back pocket, hand on your lower back, smooches you in public, walks around with his arms around you

And if you let him, he'll give you piggyback rides

Is hesitant after he ran through a door way and you got concussed

Feels bad TM

Also: BELLY RUBS

You did it once while he was in his Devil Trigger

Happy growls

And now you're job, aside from baby-ing him is belly rubs

Big, tall and Dumb, but lovable

My not so grand return. The Requests are open. Uh see pinned post for the masterlist. It's mostly what I'm ok with writing.

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🗡️Marko Headcanons⚰️

*clears throat and takes a deep breath*

- Occasionally attends hardcore punk shows with Paul, kings of the mosh pit

- Bastard baby of a Roman Catholic priest

- Accused of being the antichrist as a child

- Raised by an elderly deaf Italian seamstress in the church named “Old Grissy” Griselda.

- thrown out on the streets once she passed, made his way to S.C. by stealing a horse

- Puts animals above humanity by a long shot

- Knows how to sew and embroider

- Has a tendency to just signal, point, and make faces at things instead of talking. It pisses David off.

- Doesn’t really think about his sexuality, he just knows how to work with what he’s got

- If someone says he’s genderqueer, he’d shrug and go “Sure.”

- David got him into Bauhaus, enjoys the more chaotic songs. They’ve lurked around a few shows. They’re both Peter fanboys.

- He likes most music as long as it’s experimental and has artistic appeal

- Makes collages out of magazine and book cutouts

- He really likes Renaissance paintings

- Keeps bubble gum in his jacket pocket for Paul’s bad trips to help with grounding

- Goes skinny dipping and fishing with Dwayne during full moon nights

- Always has at least one rock in his pocket

- Bites at his leather gloves and other tough material because it soothes his fangs

- Can’t shuffle cards. He doesn’t get it and he’ll get annoyed if you try to teach him

- Temper, quick to get in a fight

- Bareknuckle fighting champ, even before turning. Shit goes down when he takes those gloves off

- Dabbles in black magic. It makes Dwayne and Paul uneasy due to their own upbringings. David doesn’t take it seriously at all

- The best at shaving out of all of them and regularly trims Paul’s split ends to help his hair grow big and healthy

- He sees capitalism as the ultimate form of evil that not even he can sink that low

- nihilist in an optimistic way

- He smells like blood

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🔞 Marko HC’s 🥀

NSFW 18+ only

-Marko gets blood lust, a tendency to become extremely horny after a successful hunt

- He manhandles his partners in a very passionate way

- Marko tops 90% of the time, but endures bottoming if it’s necessary for survival or if pathetically begged for it

- Creative dirty talker

“If these people weren’t around, you’d be on your knees chocking on this right now.”

- Likes to grab his partner’s hand and rub himself against it

“See what you did?”

- Nips, but saves biting for orgasms

- He’s into really complex and flexible positions.

- Worships the body like it’s a renaissance painting, whispering compliments into his partner’s skin as he mouths at every bit he can

- Has abandonment issues, can get clingy

- Cuddles after sex but refuses to let go until he’s satisfied

- He has a Prince Albert, Jacob’s ladder, and tongue piercing

- The Prince Albert has a weak magnet in the ball that connects with Paul’s

- Loves having his hair pulled while he goes down on someone

- He’ll grunt when he’s close to an orgasm, but he usually just pants and occasionally curses

- Marko could go all night if you let him, but it rarely happens unless he feels a personal connection with you

- Moans while he’s giving oral

- His lips are very sensitive

- Into bondage, has a drawer full of silk ropes, blindfolds, and a riding crop

- Likes to record artsy home videos that can involve sex and nudity

- Accidentally returned one of them to Max’s store in a copy of The Thing, which is why Marko specifically is banned for being an artistic horny freak

- Loves ripping undergarments off, promises to buy new ones after

- Renaissance paintings turn him on

- LOVES being asked to turn to his monsterous form during sex

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I've had bouts of my hands being literally ice cold. This headcanon made me smile🥰

Could you please write Dante x gn!reader? The reader has cold hands all the time (cold hands, warm heart, as people say). But when the reader puts their hands on him (like holding hands), the reader's hands are warm!

Sure, sure!

Dante x GN!Cold-handed!Reader headcannons

-Dante always found it charming that he, a fiery demon, is dating you, someone with cold hands all the time.

-You don't seem to mind it though and often don't even notice your hands are below freezing temperature unless someone points it out to you.

-Your friends are always gifting you mittens and gloves for the holidays, and while you appreciate the gifts, you just don't seem to understand why they keep doing this.

-Or maybe you do understand and you think it's hilarious.

-Either way, it doesn't matter, whenever anyone else tries to hold your hand, they discover it's cold as heck, but when you're lying down with Dante, just cuddling, and then you decide to run your hands across his torso, he will find that they are very warm.

-Why your temperature is so unpredictable is a great mystery to him that he really wants to solve. He doesn't have to; he could probably live the rest of his life without knowing the answer, but he wants to know.

-After wondering if you were literally cold-blooded, like a crocodile or a tortoise, Dante concludes that perhaps the reason you're warm to him but not anyone else is because your love is so passionate it heats up your hands.

-Now, whether this is true or not remains to be seen and eventually evaluated by a doctor, but it's a cute concept, isn't it?

-He does find himself picking up your hands whenever you're near each other, just to check and make sure they're still warm for him.

-Likes to press your hand against his cheek as he's falling asleep because it's reassuring, relaxing, and makes him feel loved, as he deserves.

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Awwwwwww!!!!!🥰

Sorry for this…but I want Orlok to read me the old history books of his country to send me off to sleep…I like his voice😍

I want cloak cuddles. Did you see that shit???it’s a full on 15tog duvet😍

I want watching the snow fall outside the windows in the Carpathian Mountains at night- like the fucking vibe that would be😍

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the lost boys with an artistic s/o

this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i figured it’s high time it was posted lmao

they’d find out by accidentally looking at your sketchbook

“oh shit it’s us”

they find all these lil drawings and sketches of them and just immediately melt

because look !!

their s/o drew them !!

you pretty much never hear the end of it after that

they always want to watch you draw or sketch and will just sit and follow the sweeping lines of your pencil across the paper

if you’re ever nearing the end of your sketchbook, expect to find like five more lying around for you to choose from because they didn’t know which one you’d like best

you also suddenly have four willing models ready at literally any moment

the pages of your sketchbook are filled with pages and pages of your boys

some of them are posing, others are just simply them, on the beach, boardwalk, or in the cave; every one a memory

they know how personal your sketchbook is for you and will obliterate anyone who decides to just grab it and look at it without your permission

‘david no you dont have to kill them’

sometimes they draw you and its the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

marko shows you quite shyly, but they’re actually pretty good and smiles so big when you praise him

paul’s are literally just stick figures but you love them just the same

dwayne doesn’t draw very often, but is always incredibly shy when he does show you his sketches of you

and david-

this motherfucker has you model for him when he draws you, teasing you more than anything; the half finished drawing lying discarded when he decides to join you in ahem modelling

if you paint, then prepare to be “accidentally” flicked with paint, sparking an all out paint war between you and the boys

if any stray paint gets on your canvas/sketchbook they are sO upset and start rapidly apologising, tossing literally anything they can find to try and wipe it off

you literally can never run out of paint

there’s a little corner in the cave that is just stuffed with paint; oil paints, watercolours, acrylics, you name it, they stole got it for you

there’s a few paintings hanging around the cave that you made for them and they just love them so much

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Hello again! I was hoping to request an x reader with Marko where he helps the reader dye her hair lime green. Something fluffy and cute. Feel free to take as much creative liberty as you’d like.

Ooooh I love this request. I’ve dyed my hair a lot so I definitely have some personal experience to help with this. Hope you like it!!!

Marko x Fem!Reader Dying Hair Lime Green

When you told your boyfriend, Marko, that you wanted to dye your hair, he’d been immediately on board. He’d helped you pick out the perfect color and you two had settled on lime green. 

You two went to get the hair dye together and you had to stop him from stuffing it in his pants when you picked the color you wanted. You reminded him you needed to bleach your hair first, and you persuaded him to actually pay for it by telling him he couldn’t fit two boxes of dye into his pants. He relents and lets you buy the hair dye (even though he thinks its a waste of food run money), and the two of you head back to your house.

As much as he’d like to do it at the cave, you were going to need a running shower for this. 

He reads the instructions very carefully because he’s aware bleach can hurt a persons head if left on for too long. He doesn’t even want to let you touch it, and he ends up being the one that applies it to your hair. Gloves who? This vampires doesn’t need no such protection. He just takes off his biker gloves and his jacket, and applies the bleach to your hair with his hands. He’s extremely careful, and sets a timer while you two wait for your hair to bleach. He sits on the counter and you two chat, and he comments on how your hair is turning orange. You give him a glare, and he gives you one of his mischievous grins. He calls you Chucky until the timer goes off. He helps you rinse it out in the tub, and he shields your eyes with his hand.

Once it’s time for the color, Marko is FOCUSED. As far as he is concerned, this is the most important step and he is not going to mess this up. He applies the color for you and he has this cute little look on his face the entire time. He bites his lip instead of his nail, and his big brown eyes never leave your hair. He sections it off and everything, and even makes sure to get your roots.

You poke his cheek because he’s never been this quiet with you. He gives you a grin and pokes you back, getting dye on your cheek. When you whine, he presses a kiss to your other cheek. You call it even

He almost forgets to wash his hands after applying the dye, and his hands are slightly tinted green now. He doesn’t mind, and he makes jokes about how he could dye his entire body green and walk around the like the Incredible Hulk. 

Once it’s done and it’s set, he resumes his spot back on the counter. He constantly tells you how cute you’re going to look and how awesome of a couple you guys are gonna be. Between his jacket and your hair, you two are gonna be completely stylin’.

You two play music and listen to songs while you wait, and you both sing along to 80s ballads in-between talking about some of the outfits you’re gonna wear. Especially your first outfit back on the boardwalk.

By the time it’s time to rinse and condition your hair, you have your entire first outfit planned. Marko helps you rinse, and he tries to make your hair into a spike with the conditioner. It doesn’t work, but he still tries anyways. 

You joke about dyeing his curls, and he clutches his hair protectively. No one touches his hair, except you. But even you aren’t allowed to color it

You have to dry your own hair because Marko will 100% just blast the hair-dryer in your face. He did it once, and it made him laugh so hard you had to take it away from him. He’s down to help style it though, and he takes that very seriously

Once it’s done and exactly the way you want it, Marko will shower you with kisses and compliments. He repeatedly tells you how good you look, and brandishes you proudly on his arm the next night. 

He coos at you and compliments you often, and if anyone even suggests that it’s a little too wild or something negative, he is down to F I G H T

He likes to kiss your head for little while after it, and comments on how he likes the smell. You can’t smell the change after the first few days, but you catch him taking small inhales for a couple of weeks

Overall, he thinks the color suits you, and he constantly tells you how beautiful you look. He’s totally down to help you redye your roots, even though he says he thinks it makes it look more badass

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Hello! I’d like to request Marko and a female reader giving each other stick and poke tattoos.

Oh my god this is so cute yes yes yes okay here you go!!!

Marko x Fem!S/O Giving Eachother Stick and Pokes

You two hadn’t planned on spending your night giving eachother tattoos. You were at the cave and you were just a little bit bored. You still had your stick n poke kit inside your bag from when you’d given your friends some the night before

Marko found it while rummaging through your bag, and he held it up to you with a grin. He said, “What’s this?” And that was all that was need to be said before the two of you decided to give eachother some wicked tattoos

You gave him one first, because you actually knew how to do it. You have him a cool little skull right near his hip, and he could barely feel it. He just stared at your focused face with a wide grin, and he gently combed his fingers through your hair while you worked

You complained that he’s distracting you, and his grin only widened when he pulled his hand away.

He'd jokingly wince just to make you jump and look up at him with a worried expression. His face would quickly turn into a grin and you threatened to mess up the tattoo on purpose

He couldn’t really check it out in a mirror or anything, but he thought it looked totally cool from what he could tell

He had to let his pants hang low below his hips while it healed, but honestly you weren’t complaining

Honestly, the only reason he wanted one was because he wasn’t sure it was even going to stay on his skin. Vampire abilities were pretty weird, and he didn’t know if it’d simply heal and be gone the next night. If it did stay, he’d be totally down to get some more

He complimented your artistic abilities, and he looked absolutely mischievous as his turn came. However, he held the needle ever so gently, and you had to tell him he had to actually dig a little deeper if the tattoo was going to stay

He picked your wrist, and he didn’t let you have any say on the tattoo he was giving you. He also wouldn’t let you look at it, and told you no peeking. He kept telling you to trust him and, “Babe, I promise you’ll like it”

For a moment, you were worried he was gonna tattoo his name on your wrist or something. He’d rolled his eyes, and said a simple, “No, it’s not my name. I would want that on your thigh or right here” He teased, and patted right over your lower abdomen. Of course he would. You gave his head a small slap, and he laughed as he resumed his work

He looked so focused, and his bottom lip was firmly kept between his teeth. You read and listened to music to keep your focused off of the pain, and Marko would lick your wrist if it started to bleed

When he was finally done, he looked rather proud of himself. He finally allowed you to look, and you saw an outline of a vampire bat. You gave him a glare and he started laughing hysterically

He thought he was so funny for that, but you had to admit that you definitely liked it. It would definitely be ironic when you finally turned, but you didn’t let him know that. He whined when you crossed your arms over your chest, and asked you if you really didn’t like it

He pouted at you and climbed on top of you to kiss your jaw, ready to apologize. When you rolled your eyes and assured him that you did, in fact, love the tattoo, he was all smiles

After you two each had one tattoo, Marko asked if he could give you another one. This time, he wanted to give you one on your upper thigh. You narrowed your eyes at him. This time, he was definitely going to tattoo his name on you, you knew it

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Marc Warren's Dracula is the most baby girl of them all