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Desmond noticed how Remi looked to him curiously and he couldn’t help but look away shyly pretending to be looking at some papers for a moment before looking back in her direction. This woman was so pretty and seemed so sure of herself and so confident, on top of that the sun light that seemed to touch her skin made her glow.

He watched her curiously as she looked through his album of arrangements which he had updated not too long ago in order to put new bouquets in and take old ones out. He watched how her eyebrows furrowed in thought and how her eyes lit up with curiosity and maybe awe, she seemed to like what designed he had which was good. Although when he saw her head look up he snapped out of the daze he had put himself in to seem more alert as he listened to what she had to say.

“So when it comes to the center pieces and the pieces that will be lining the room, do you have a particular vision for them? A color palette you would like to stick too?” He asked trying to get more details so that he could narrow down what flowers to use for these pieces. He hadn’t noticed the hand until she had said something looking over curiously seeing her remove her hand quickly . Desmond gave a gentle smile as an attempt to reassure her that everything was fine.

“Oh no you’re fine don’t worry” he said as he got a list of flowers that he had that had been categorized in a few a ways like colors before he took a moment looking over to her once more wiggling his pen at a quick pace between his pointer and middle finger making sure not to tap the pen “hm cologne? Yes I am but I forget the scents name, it seems familiar? I’m not sure how common the scent is but someone you have come across before me could have been wearing it”.

The subtle reassurance from the gentleman felt nice and comforting. Remi was so used to guys her age being bratty little fuckboys that didn't understand how to respect and treat a woman of intelligence, integrity, and energy. She nodded as he asked about design concepts and color palettes, turning back to her binder to flip through some of the samples she'd pulled from the other businesses to show him what she'd been considering thus far. As she slid the binder over to him, she boldly reached back out to take his hand in hers, curious to see how he'd react. Would he accept and squeeze her hand back? Would he rebuff her and tell her it was unprofessional? At this point, the vibe between them was truly feeling correct in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. With her free hand, she reached up to gently rub at the pendant around her neck, her eyes faintly glowing a soft amber as she felt the power of her ancestors flowing through her. Then, suddenly, it hit her what that smell was - what his cologne was. It was something deeply rooted in her heritage that she didn't think a man such as Desmond would choose, and yet... the notes were unmistakable. There was citrusy notes of lemon, bergamot, and neroli; spiced notes of cinnamon and clove; delicate florals like orange blossom, lavender, and rose. She released her pendant and looked over to him curiously, a sly smirk gracing her features as she playfully nudged him with her elbow, "Are you wearing Florida Water right now?" She leaned in, once again being a bit brazen, as she lightly sniffed against his jawline, chuckling, "Do you just wear it because it's light? Or are you trying to cleanse yourself and protect from negative energies, Desmond?" She wasn't sure if this man was familiar with the old uses of this particular cologne - one that most modern men wouldn't choose because it does tend to be more faint and subtle. Growing up in a family whose beliefs and traditions were deeply steeped in hoodoo practices, Remi would've spotted that scent a mile away. It felt like home to her. She could feel herself becoming even more drawn to Desmond, her body heat rising as she realized their close proximity, "You definitely are from a bygone era, aren't you?" She locked gazes with him again, her thumb rubbing against the back of his hand gently as she studied his gaze. She could feel this aura about him, as well as an energy radiating from their touch. It was unlike any other magic she'd ever encountered - it absolutely felt as if this man was pulsing with pure source energy. She bit down on her bottom lip and averted her gaze for a moment, furrowing her brow as she tried to ponder what all of this could mean. If Desmond wasn't of this time, he could've been some malevolent force like a vampire or a demon, but his presence would feel vastly different from this. She focused in on that source energy and it struck her like a ton of bricks as she whispered breathlessly, "You're an angel..."

[monstersxxorxxmen]

@askbigbrolucifer liked for a starter from Kieran

"Careful, you'll make me blush with all these compliments," Kieran chuckled softly. He and Danny were opposites but in the most complimentary way it seemed. They'd been going out for a few weeks now and Kieran was already pretty damn smitten.

[eldcradc]

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Obsidian did not feel threatened, at least not yet. Because of his past, he was naturally wary of strangers. Humans had killed his entire family. They had been peaceful dragons who had retreated to the mountains. The only reason he didn't feel threatened was because he could sense that the stranger was like him. Still, Obsidian moved a little to the side until his body blocked the view of a big wooden box by the fire. Inside the box were the three dragon eggs he had managed to save from the humans.

The dragon nodded slightly at the explanation and even cracked a smile. "I understand. What is your name? I am Obsidian," he asked in a calm voice, though he was surprised that the unknown dragon was all alone. Obsidian looked down at himself for a moment, then noticed the blush on the other's face after looking up again. He chuckled to himself and motioned to an empty seat by the fire. "Thank you for the compliment. No need to be shy. As long as you don't attack me, I won't either."

[modcrnspirits]

It was hard for him to resist the urge of using James, but a part of him, the human part of his brain, tried to remind himself that if he kept this up, the whole process would be painfully slower. He could see the annoyance in those eyes when he took over, fucking that mouth at his own pace and forgetting the needs of his prey. And so, he pulled his cock out completely, just as he had hit breaking point and caused James to go on a gag move.

"Now now. I know you are hungry, pet, but let's not get ourselves too excited, shall we?" He was almost talking to himself, but teasing his new toy was so easy, he almost felt the rush of power it brought him making him want to cum. Instead, he knelt in front of James, his hand taking the other's chin and making him look deep into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. What can I say? I've waited for this for so long. Days. The wolf in me wants me to simply take you here and now. It reminds me I am an Alpha and I have no reason to ask for what I want." He licked the side of James' face, tasting the spit and his own cock juices all over him. In face, James' scent had now been tainted by his own.

"But I am no monster, James. I'm just a desperate man, looking for someone who can take my knot. And nature decided you should be him." He moved back and noticed the other's hard on between his legs. "I promise you. I won't hurt you unless you like that sort of stuff." He moved further down until his mouth was around the girth and the cock was sliding over his tongue. This was him trying his best to show reciprocity. And damn, did that cock taste good in his mouth too!

James made a small sound in response since he was currently bobbing his head up and down slowly on the others cock. He made sure his tongue laid flat as the large girth of the man’s cock slide in and out of his mouth. The smell of the man, the taste of him, even the feeling of the cock in his mouth was turning him on and at this point the young man was painfully hard.

He wanted so badly just to reach down and release some of the pressure he felt but he wasn’t sure how the other would react. Especially since he barely knew the man who had apparently been stalking him, he wouldn’t know how Victor would react. For all James knew it could end badly for him if he made the wrong move, so until he knew for sure that he’d be okay he had to be careful.

James felt the others hand soon weave their way into his dark curls gently pulling on them as the young man kept moving his head up and down on the cock sucking lightly on it as he did. When the other spoke again this time asking a question he tried to pull off the other to answer only to have Victor grab his hair and force him to stay where he was and continue what he was doing.

James made a small sound in protest and annoyance as he continued what he had been doing before he was asked the question. He didn’t know why the man even bothered asking a question if he wasn’t going to let him answer. He also wondered how long he would be as the other said ‘servicing’ his cock looking up the man with a slight glare as he kept moving his mouth over the man’s cock which had him moaning as he did his best to take all that he could into his mouth gagging lightly as a result.

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Desmond had gotten all the flowers out and set up with in twenty minutes and decided to go to the back to do some paper work before the shop officially opened. He had finished a good amount of orders but had more to do but they weren’t needed until next week so he had time. He got those slips together and put them in order from oldest to newest and put them in the to do pile.

The florist paused for a moment debating on whether to do the finance paper work but started to think that could be done after closing. Just as he decided to do this he heard the door bell ring which had him perking up curiously.

“Someone this early? I haven’t had an early bird in a while” Desmond said to himself as he slowly walked out looking to the door curiously seeing a really pretty woman waving to him. ‘Oh wow, I don’t think I’ve seen her at the shop before’ he thought to himself as he walked to the door and unlocked it opening the door listening to the young woman before speaking.

“Oh hello, yes I’m Desmond the one and only it’s nice to meet you Miss Remi..come in come in..” he said happily stepping aside to let her in before shutting the door he was going to lock it again but figured that would be a silly idea since it was almost opening time but he would keep the sign flipped closed for now “yea I suppose I’m pretty good with flowers, I’ve been told they last longer than most but that’s because I give the proper care instructions unlike the grocery store chains”.

“I actually have a consult office right here if you would like to discuss the pickle you are in” Desmond said giving a polite warm smile gesturing to the door way which led into the small room that had a table and two chairs, this room was right before the actual back room where he would hide if he needed time to do the not so fun part of owning a flower shop “sooo what’s up?”

Desmond led Remi to the small room leaving the door that led into the shop half open as he sat down letting her have the chair closest to the door way.

The respectful tone with which he addressed her made her feel immediately at ease with him, especially with how a lot of the businesses she'd already interacted with for this event had treated her like some dumb kid. She followed him with grace and poise, subtly looking around at some of the arrangements in the shop along the way to get an idea for what he could do. From what she could see, it seemed as if they were all done tastefully and with a touch of class and style that almost seemed a bit unreal. When they entered his consultation room, she was also blown away with how gorgeous the room was. It was almost like an octagonal space with stained-glass windows along each of the small, angled walls. The light pouring in cast everything in this prismatic glow, which of course only enhanced the man's ethereal aura. She took the seat across from him, noticing a gorgeous leatherbound book that looked like a photo album on the table in front of her. She quirked a brow, glancing to him as if to ask for permission before she carefully lifted the cover. Inside, there were photos of different arrangements, each more stunning and breathtaking than the last. This man clearly knew how to present himself, his brand, and his business. If anything, Remi would say that was a turn-on to her - a man that knew what he stood for and wasn't afraid to put it out into the world. She flipped through it in silence for a moment, before she looked up at him, clearly impressed, "Okay... So I guess I should tell you now that I do have a budget, but I'm hopeful you can work with it. I'm not sure if you have student rates or some kind of discount for charities... but let me just..." She reached into her bag to pull out a less impressive binder than the one Desmond had put together. She slid out some of her floor plan sketches to hand over to him, along with her detailed list of things that outlined her budget for floral arrangements. She passed that over to him with a slight smile, nodding, "I was hoping to get centerpieces for each of the tables, since we're selling the table reservations in blocks for our donors... and then I wanted some other show-stopping pieces to go along the perimeter of the room, like at this outer tables here... That's where we'll have things like items for the silent auction or just information tables for the charities we're hosting the event for." Remi slid her chair around the table, scooting a bit closer to him. She took out a pencil and kind of sketched on top of her floor plan drawing, to illustrate to him where she was hoping to have each piece featured. When she finished, she placed her hand down, accidentally laying it atop of Desmond's. She blushed deeply and pulled her hand back, laughing softly, "Sorry..." Remi looked at him, frozen for a moment as her gaze met his strikingly icy blue eyes and she smiled warmly once more, "Are you wearing cologne? You... It smells familiar."

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[eldcradc]

It was interesting to listen to what John was willing to share about the people he knew. Beaufort was always eager to learn. Being so old had its advantages. It wasn't just about learning several languages or learning to play instruments, Beaufort also loved learning about other creatures. Maybe one day he'd manage to write a book about it all, to share his "wisdom" with those who were interested. A book of some kind might be his legacy before he decides to have one last meeting with the sun. He had originally planned to take his final steps here, but meeting John now caused Beaufort to postpone that idea.

"That sounds good. I can sense when Henry gets too close, then we can talk about it again." A small smile played on Beaufort's lips as he ran his thumbs over the backs of John's hands. "But do it, learn the language. It will help, and it will make me feel much better if you can defend yourself. I know you are not William, but I would hate to know that I had failed you a second time."

“I don’t blame him for being a private person from my understanding some vampires and supernatural beings can be not so nice..I’m just glad he has found someone” John said with a sincere and gentle smile before perking up a bit when the other mentioned Klaus “oh yes Niklaus Mikealson the Original Hybrid, half vampire and half werewolf he and his family or basically patient 0 for at least me and my families vampirism they are 1,000 plus years old, his children are Hope and Gerald Mikealson both are Tribrids so witch,wolf, vampire very powerful and Gerald is my best friend..he’s the extrovert to my introvert both of them are really nice although Hope is a little more stoic”.

John paused as the other spoke again and how he didn’t want to be any trouble to John but to John it wouldn’t be any trouble at all. But it did seem important to Beau that he not do the protection sigil as it would paint a target on his back and he didn’t want to worry the other and also didn’t want his family getting into the line of fire, caught in the cross hairs so to speak.

“Hm are you sure? Cause if it helps I’d be okay with it…okay how about this we will see how me, my family, and friends presence cloaks you and go from there” he responded holding the others hands with a small smile wanting to do as the other wished and he didn’t want to push the others boundaries by going against his wishes “although I might still teach myself the language just for future reference so if I ever need it I can use it for things, but yes I understand…I won’t do the extra protections that’s unless you ask me”.

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Dean was frantic he woke up and Baby was NOT where he left her. He frowned a bit and looked at Sam. “Sam is it just me or is baby not outside the window right now?” Dean asked him trying very hard to not freak out. Someone stole his car!!! “No Dean it’s not there, do you know when it went missing?” Sam asked. “No Sam, we need a car, so I can go look for her.” Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. the phone ringing and he sighed. “What?” He answered the phone rather rudely he was upset right now. “I have your car.” the woman on the phone said. “What the hell does that mean?” Dean asks her. “It means I have your car, all though it’s not really a car anymore.” The woman on the phone told him. Sam was already typing trying to trace the call so Dean could calm the heck down. Sam nodded at him and he hung up on the woman and they drove to the location in a stolen car. He didn’t see his car anywhere though. They walked in and Dean saw a man. “Okay bitch where’s my car?” She asked him. 

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[bitterdeathtoswallow]

Lestat chuckled softly.

"Well, I've had a lot of experience in making my lovers feel good."

He kissed Danny's lips softly, running a hand gently in the cum on Danny's belly, playing with it.

"You're beautiful when you cum. I want to see more of that look. Hear more of your sounds."

Danny groaned feeling the blood draining from him and soon felt the others release inside him causing him to shiver slightly. He let the other kiss him deeply and he soon returned the kiss feeling Lestats fingers comb through his hair making him hum happily.

~I have never had an orgasm that intense~ Danny said in his mind swallowing thickly as he tried to catch his breath in between kisses ~I also didn’t think I’d last as long as I did either~

[soncfthewitch]

If the Oni were to be Ezra’s bloody, savage end. He wished the horned demons would get on with it.

The windswept rocks of the forest floor were damp beneath his feet, fresh raindrops still beading the worn stone and collected in the crevices. His toes curled against the slickness as he balanced in a low stance, the weight of his body shifted forward into his leading leg. The muscles in his thighs and calves trembled with anticipation. His breath came in deep, humid gasps.

With a roar, the first Oni leaped towards him. Ezra pivoted on his back foot, swinging his blade in a wide arc. The Oni’s head flew from its shoulders, and Ezra didn’t give it a second thought as he readied himself for the next wave.

The demons fought with a frenzy that both repulsed and fascinated Ezra. They were relentless in their attacks, and a sea of black bodies soon surrounded him. Claws raked at his exposed flesh, and teeth snapped at his throat, but he fought on.

As Ezra fought his way through the sea of Oni, he could feel their claws raking against his skin, leaving trails of hot blood in their wake. He could hear their teeth snapping at his throat and taste their foul breath on the back of his tongue. The Oni howled in fury as they lunged towards him, their claws outstretched and dripping with blood. Ezra summoned the wind to knock them back, tumbling across the ground. He swept his hand in front of him, calling up a gust of wind that slammed into the Oni and sent them flying backward.

“Better me than those campers.” His breath came in rough gasps, exhausted as he faced the Oni. “Any chance I can get a break? A slight pause? No? I Didn’t think so...”

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[sexy-salvatore-brother]

Unbeknownst to the public, the ruling power in the Salvet kingdom did their best to combat against the surge of violent crimes. As Damon grew older and more wiser, it seemed the trend became more pronounced. Yet no one knew exactly who or what was behind it all. Within the walls of the castle, there were rumors that a civil war was in the midst of breaking out or a divorce was soon to take place between the King and Queen. Yet, this trend didn't seem to be a singular incident. It appeared the other ruling dynasties, empires, and kingdoms were facing similar problems. Thus, the ruling party had done their best to keep quiet and avoid fearing the public.

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However, The notion of covering it up had come to an abrupt halt when the king and queen had received a strange box from an anonymous person. Upon opening it, the counsel gasped and the guards immediately discarded the bloodied item. It had served as a warning and maybe a threat. It was too hard to tell but they knew it had to have been recently killed.

Feeling desperate about the situation possibly worsening, the king and queen participated less in their outings and became more reclusive. Damon even began fighting with his father when he went out but Damon wasn't aware how bad the situation had gotten. For him, he didn't understand the importance of the crown and thus, never took things seriously.

As things came to a chilling standstill, it was decided that the Salvet kingdom would request the help and alliance with another kingdom. Although the two differing territories had tense relations over the past decades and centuries, they knew each other shared a common enemy.

Damon had known about the other territories but knew that the Salvet kingdom didn't favor those like Prince Ezio. He remembered hearing whispers about how Ezio's coming to power would destroy the natural order that had been balanced centuries ago, among other claims of destruction and torture. Perhaps these things were said as fuel to feed the fire between the two ruling kingdoms but nothing was more shocking to Damon than to hear the two willingly to work together.

From that point on, Damon was ordered around to step up his duties as the prince. He helped eased the burden on his parents and then, took a free trip to get some time away. Though the trip wasn't designed for entertainment and relaxation, he knew that the meetings between different rulers were more chill and gave him more free time.

Getting out of the carriage, Damon looked around the residence. It sat on an intimate lot in a territory he knew was shared between the two. He didn't get to come around the town often but when he did, he usually went out under a different alias and visited the hidden attractions.

Following his parents, Damon watched as the staff led them to a room. In the middle sat an extended oak table - the type used for signing papers and acknowledging orders - and beside the table was an assortment of chairs. It seemed that the others hadn't arrived quite yet but it allowed time to discuss with Damon about the expectations of this meeting till then.

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[mysticaroline]

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Three days pass since her impromptu conversation with lucifer as she had flown first class (on Lucius ticket of course.) and waited at the New Orleans Airport. Caroline was told that he would pick her up and everything the like would be handled before she got there. She had thought this was a wild goose chase from the start. But when she waited for an hour or two, she wondered if maybe she took the wrong flight to New Orleans.  

"Great...Just great... So much for that briliant plan"She thought softly to herself.  She was getting hungry to. And she couldn't very well feed on a blood bag in a room full of people even though with each minute that passed, she couldn't help but be tempted to do just a little snack on one of the peoples in the airport. 

She then saw a figure waiting by the exit doorway. “Caroline Forbes”. She sighed and with her two suitcases and the bag with the dress box he told her to bring in toe she made her way over to him. “Why the sudden request for me to be here?” She asked standing the luggage upright so they wouldn’t topple over.

[rosesxxandxxthorns]

"I know your name," he pointed out, it had been on his license in his wallet after all. "And I have no issue with it," he assured shaking Lucifer's hand easily.

"No this isn't a scam or any sort of trick. I'm not a serial killer," depending on how one defined a serial killer he supposed but... semantics. He sighed, that last question was by far the hardest to answer even if it shouldn't be. "Don't suppose you'd just let me call it my good deed for the year and leave it at that?"

The last few weeks have been rather wild for Lucifer, one minute he was struggling pay check to pay check and now some mysterious man was playing sugar daddy. This all started because he had managed to drop his wallet while he was in a hurry to get to the bus stop to get to work. When the wallet was returned Lucifer had found a grand in cash which he thought was a mistake, it had to be because who puts money into a wallet they found that wasn’t theirs.

Over the next few weeks more and more gifts rolled in more money which helped him pay for his rent, clothes which he did need a lot of his clothes were becoming worn out but this also had him wondering how the man managed to get his size. There was new furniture, a car, and now a HOUSE, he wasn’t sure how he could accept a house from a complete stranger this had to be some sort of scam. Lucifer would honestly be surprised if it wasn’t and as he drove up to the address he had been given he was a complete nervous wreck.

What if it was a scam, what if he ended up dead because he was dumb enough to do what the letter from a stranger said, or what if the guy was going to hold all these gifts over Lucifer head in order to get something from him. As nervous as Lucifer was his curiosity moved him forward and before he knew it he was opening the door coming face to face with a handsome older man. When Lucifer saw the handsome man he let out the breath he was holding in he had half expected some weirdo but this guy didn’t seem to fit the bill, not that he could tell for sure or not currently.

“Um hi, the names Lucifer, you can call me Lu if my name makes you uncomfortable…so this isn’t a scam? Are you a serial killer or something?” Lucifer asked as he shut the door carefully before walking up to the tie he to shake the man’s hand giving him an apprehensive look “not that I’m not thankful for everything of course, but all the gifts and than a house of all things is a lot for someone used to living pay check to pay check, but I have to ask something..why me?”.