#hunter being like. so what you're saying is that literally all of this would have happened to me either way

[cherie-doll]

LADS: When You Don't Give Them A Kiss

༻ Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb ༺

₊˚✧ Xavier loves his goodnight kisses. Won't be able to sleep right if you don't give them to him. Which is why he immediately frowned the moment you turned away from him after only saying good night. He had already leaned in closer for you to kiss him when you had cut him off. He's frozen in place, surprised at seeing you laying your head on your pillow without a care in the world; ready to drift off to sleep. But how can you do that to him? Surely you aren't forgetting something? I mean, it's custom by now, you do it every night. It's embedded in his brain to do this, so why are you suddenly being so forgetful. He hesitates but eventually moves in closer, nuzzling into your neck as his arms come around your waist. You complain that it's too hot for him to be doing this, but his response is something along the lines of "too bad". You forgot something important to him so now deal with the consequences; he'll be all up on you throughout the entire night.

₊ ೀ Zayne has a strict routine as a doctor. He wakes up early despite having prepared everything the night before, and as organized as he is, he cannot leave without first feeling your lips on his. It's literally his number one priority every morning before he leaves. He can go the day with forgetting his lunch, or even combing his hair properly, but can no longer wait until he gets to you later that night. Sometimes you'll sleep in and not wake up to give him a kiss and he'll try hanging back hoping you awaken before he has to walk out the door. He's sat at the edge of the bed, his work clothes on and everything ready but just clinging to the hope you remember. And no he won't wake you up, he isn't careless and he'll feel bad if he does. As a hunter, you need that rest and he prioritizes that before his selfish desires.

༄༢ུ࿓ Rafayel will actually do his job for once and go to an art exhibition that Thomas has arranged for him if you give him a kiss. Sort of like a good luck type of thing that makes him feel like things will be tolerable if he remembers the warmth of your lips on his. But this time he's stuck waiting by the front door, tapping his foot against the floor as he impatiently waits for you to return. He brings out his phone to reread the message you had sent, you had gone out and were expected to come back in time to accompany him to art exhibition. But it seems you're running late and Rafayel isn't in the mood to meet up with you there. You call him and are immediately greeted by his attitude. You can hear the slight whine in his voice when he asks why you're not there yet. Truthfully, you feel a little bad to hear him be so distressed. Perhaps you'll make it up to him later.

ᨳ᭬ Sylus isn't letting you off the hook so easily. You came up to him while he was relaxed to tell him you would be going out. As usual, you come up to his spot on the couch and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You tell him you'll be back later and he hums, acknowledging what you've said. But he furrows his brows, his smile disappearing when you just leave to grab your bag. He looks up from his phone to see you ready to take off when you catch his gaze. Oh, if he were more gullible he'd believe that "what's wrong?" face of yours. But he knows you better than that. You can sense the amusement in his voice when he asks "Aren't you forgetting something?". You cock your head trying to keep up the act a little longer before you give in. He had a smug look on his face, knew you wouldn't actually dare to leave his place before properly saying goodbye to him. Plus you would never hear the end of it if Luke and Kieran found out.

❦ Caleb would probably believe your act for a minute max before realizing you're teasing him. After not seeing each other for a couple of days due to your busy schedules, surely a hug isn't all he's getting... right? Your bright smile won't distract him from what he's really after. You feign confusion when you realize his grip on you isn't loosening as you try to pull away from his embrace. You call out his name, annoyed as you make more of an effort to push him away. You're secretly fighting a smile from forming when he only pulls you closer. You huff, telling him to stop teasing you, but he swears it's you who's doing the teasing. He sways side to side with you in his arms, you think about how ridiculous you must look and catch some people staring and hear them exclaim about what a cute couple you two are. Finally, when you no longer want to deprive him you stand as straight as you can to reach his face and give him a kiss. He lets you go after and looks at you, "was that really so hard to do?"

[dreamerimpossible]

Slashers kinks

Warnings: +18 content, dark content manipulation, obsession, unhealthy relationships, many kinks...

Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Sweetly Slasher, Brahms.

Michael Myers

I've already said in my previous headcanons that I don't consider Michael Myers to be really interested in sex. However, if you manage to catch his attention, he would be inclined to:

Hunter/Prey: This one is too obvious, isn't it? It would certainly keep its essence if that primary desire for you was awakened. Chasing and killing is something that fascinates him enormously. But since he saw you running away from him, eager for him to catch you... the feeling of pleasure went straight to his cock. Seeing you so vulnerable and innocent before him is a sight that always makes him get hard in his pants. He chases you walking calmly. Just one push is enough to immobilize you.

Corruption: Another way to awaken his sexual appetite is to be the perfect prey to corrupt. Both sexually and mentally. He would like everyone to know that you are no longer as innocent as you were at the beginning. That your skin has the name of Michael Myers marked forever.

Knife Play: A must. He will do everything to you with his knife. He'll make marks on you, both superficial and not so superficial. He'll write things on your skin, like his name. He'll be violent and brutal. Your skin will be scarred. He loves to watch you fall apart in pain and pleasure. It's a show no one else could give him.

Chucky

He doesn't actually have as many kinks as you might think. He's a man of simple tastes…

Lingerie: Coming home and seeing you in lingerie is a surprise that will never bore him. Like I said, he's a simple man. Do that, don't tease him too much and you'll have him. It's that simple. He's on top of you in an instant, he won't listen to you if you tell him not to touch him and shit like that. He doesn't listen to anyone and he'll take what he wants.

Lap dances: Literally canonical. Sit him down and do a nice lap dance for him. He'll be mesmerized by your moves. He'll have a mischievous smile the whole time. His eyes will sparkle with lust. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Also, it could work pretty well to make him jealous on purpose. He'll be aggressive with you back and it'll be rough sex.

Praise Kink: Praise him. Seriously. Do it. It'll boost his ego and he might give you a compliment back, telling you what a good girl you're being for him and that you're the best he could ever have. Give him your best compliments and he'll do it right back. He'll tell you that you're the best he's ever had and that he can never replace you and shit. I'm not saying he's lying, but let's just say he'll exaggerate his compliments because he's too turned on not to tell you what you want to hear.

Billy Loomis

Roleplay: The best roleplay here will be ghostface and his victim. He gets a huge turn on from seeing you in that vulnerable state, acting like a dumb girl who needs help. Every time he sees you like that he can't stand it. He needs to take out his violent frustrations on you. It's irresistible. Sometimes he won't even tell you it's role-playing, he wants you to believe he's genuinely considering harming you, it's kind of twisted. But you already knew that.

Cream-pie: He won't use a condom, he wants it to be just risky enough. He needs to fill you completely with his seed and see for a second the fear in your eyes. He will never give that up. He needs to mark you over and over again with his semen. He'll tell you how no one will love you if they know all the dirty things you've done for him.

Dirty talk: He'll tell you the worst things you'll ever hear. He'll threaten to kill you and say he won't if you agree to be his good bitch. He'll tell you all the things he could do to you while showing you his knife. He wants you to feel degraded and unable to help the pain building in your chest and the excitement you're experiencing in your crotch. He'll make fun of how turned on you are and increase the level of his insults.

Stu Macher

Threesome: At some point they'll have a threesome with Billy. It's guaranteed. He'll like watching you fuck and destroy you. The feeling of power they have over you drives him crazy. Being completely willing to him and his desires. It's all he's ever wanted. Billy, on the other hand, also likes to be in control of everything. So having you will be just another example of that. They both treat you like you're their whore, so your opinion doesn't matter much when it comes to what they do. Your moans are the only thing they care about.

Voyeurism: Watching you masturbate is something he'll do often. There will be days when you won't even notice he's there, watching you. But he'll be there. He'll leave minutes after you reach your orgasm. He likes the feeling of watching and being absolutely crazy to touch you and not always being able to. Torturously wonderful.

Phone sex: Every day before he makes his appearance as ghostface he tries to call you and say dirty things to you over the phone. He uses his voice changer. Things get hot quickly. When you ask him to go finish what he started, he just hangs up. He doesn't have time for that. He wants to leave you wanting and make you beg for him once he comes to visit you. He expects nothing less.

Patrick Bateman

Humiliation: He loves anything that involves humiliating you while he is in a position of superiority over you. It turns him on that you feel embarrassed and want to keep pleasing him even though he is fucking cruel to you. He will probably make you lick his shoes or make you cum on them. He might threaten you in your ear while they are doing it.

Master/Slave: This goes hand in hand with the previous kink. He will make you kneel before him and do everything he tells you. This could be extrapolated outside the bedroom to be honest, he is very controlling. You will always have to treat him with respect and he will punish you harshly if you reveal against him or make him feel that you have some discontent. His wishes are his command and he could openly express your position in the relationship in front of others.

Mirror sex: I suppose this does not surprise you. If he has a long-term relationship with you, he will not only enjoy seeing himself, but he will like seeing you too. It's a kind of pleasure that's been building up with you. It's become addictive to see your faces in the mirror, watching your body crumble under his touches and thrusts. He just can't get enough.

Hannibal

Discipline: I firmly believe that Hannibal will start to show his sexual kinks if he has control over you. At first, he will be totally vanilla and show no hint of wanting anything more. Later, after a while and he can see the obedience you show him, he will start punishing you sexually on certain occasions. He will discipline you in ways that will hurt. He will like to see how you change your behaviors when you feel pain. It's a good show for him.

Threesome: This one comes up again, because...he would have a threesome with Will Graham. It's so terribly obvious that it didn't even need to be put in. But it could become a recurring fantasy and something he would do more than once. The perversion, darkness, and secrets you share with each other would make him terribly hard. Having control of both of you really turns his sexual desire up. Not that you're complaining.

Begging: You have to beg him. Seriously, do it. It doesn't matter how committed you are to this. Do it. He'll like it when you get into an inferior position. If you're crying out in pleasure and need his help to have your orgasm, it'll be a nice image for him. If you're being bratty and pretending to beg him to get in the mood, he'll oblige (after disciplining you, of course).

Vincent Sinclair

Wax play: Another one that was awfully obvious. He'll blindfold you and drip hot wax over your body. Your shaky sighs of pain and pleasure will drive him crazy, but he's a patient man, he'll wait until he's satisfied and take his time, as it's the best thing he's done in a long period. He'll caress your thighs while you suppress a slight moan of pain. It's his way of comforting you, but he won't let you off the hook.

Vouyerism: He'll appreciate you lying naked while he's doing his job. He'll get distracted a few times by you, but he won't do anything until he's done. He likes to have a little desperation for you. You are the prettiest thing he has ever seen in his life, the most beautiful. And that is already a huge compliment coming from him. He wants your figure to always be in his memory. And he will keep you as long as he can.

Breeding kink: He wants to keep you and he is too excited by the idea of ​​getting you pregnant. He wants you to stay with him forever and not be able to escape from him. If he gets you pregnant, he will never have insecurities about it again and he could be with you and have you all to himself all the time. The orgasm is very strong when he paints your walls white and sees his cum coming out of you.

Jason Voorhees

Blowjob: At first, he would feel quite guilty while seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his penis. Afterwards, he would get used to it, but he would simply make you decide the pace. He would feel quite lustful and dirty if he makes you choke on his cock. He feels bad when he knows it would turn him on too much to ever do it…

Lap-dancing: His body will respond on its own when he sees your hips moving on him to the music. He will soon discover that he cannot resist you. It is impossible. His hands will grab your waist and he will squeeze it tightly. It will be very easy for him to grab you and drag you to the bed. You know it is the easiest way to provoke him, he will never be able to resist your half naked body on top of him, teasing you, without caring at all. He might think badly of you at first, but that feeling is replaced by the inevitable guilty desire. Which makes you irresistible.

Mutual masturbation: This is the best way to give body worship. He will do his best to give you pleasure and you will hear his grunts when you give him pleasure. He will become so desperate that he will want to hear your moan of orgasmic pleasure quickly. He lives to see your body tremble for him, begging him to make you cum.

Leatherface

Praise kink: He needs to be praised by you. Feeling that he is important to you and that you look at him with eyes of desire will always get him going. Praise how strong he is, how well he takes care of you, how safe you feel with him. Tell him those things and he will be around your finger. You don't need anything else.

Vouyerism: He will watch you while you touch yourself. At all times. Sometimes he will demand that you touch yourself in front of him, other times he will watch you secretly. He will like to see your fluids on your fingers and will be hypnotized by the sight of your wet and hot intimacy. He will want to enter but he doesn't want you to see him as a total pervert. He prefers to stay with the desire. At least at first. Afterwards, he will be more shameless.

Blood play: He likes blood, so it is not unusual for him to get excited seeing the blood of victims on you. You will have sex while both have their clothes and bodies stained with blood. If you ever felt shy or guilty about what they do, it quickly goes away. You're likely to be absolutely shameless afterwards. The kink quickly becomes routine, he's practically always covered in blood and will act on his impulses at a moment's notice.

Art The Clown

If I'm honest, I could have written something worse.

Free use: He'll use you at any time. In front of victims, at the mall, at a bar. Obviously he won't ask and he won't stop in case you're embarrassed or don't want to. You're his toy and the maximum compassion he'll have towards you will be to leave you alive. So, thank him. Thank him while Vicky mocks you for being a bitch. Thank him while the man dressed as Santa looks at you in horror. Thank him while you're being thrown out of that Halloween store forever. Just... thank him, okay?

Glory Hole: Obviously only he will be able to fuck you. He likes to remind both you and himself that you're just a hole for him. He'll fuck you and make cuts on your legs, making you understand that he could kill you at any time and that, in fact, it would be quite painful for you. He likes to hear your crying and how you try to escape. You're just so good at satisfying him.

Forced orgasm: He'll use toys to make you cry. You'll be on the verge of overstimulation, to the point that you can't fully control or enjoy the forced pleasure he's giving you. According to him, things aren't all that good without deep pain. So, watching you beg for him to stop is the best thing you can give him at that moment.

Jason Dean

Gun play/Gun kink: Another one that's obvious. He'll use his gun as both a show of power and a sex toy. You might see him threaten you with his gun too if you've upset him. He'll tell you that he owns you and that's why he has all of you in his hands. It's a psychological game that he loves. If you're submissive, you'll practically be drooling at his power. If that's the case, he'll become more obsessed with you.

Hunter/Prey: He's fucking good at hunting. It's a twisted game that he'll repeat over and over. It'll be much better if you use the safe word as little as possible. He'll give you time to escape and he'll play psychological games with you, saying scathing words and phrases to you. He'll find you every time and take what's coming to him. You might get too dirty if he wants to play it out in a forest.

Exhibitionism: He'll definitely fuck you before he ends someone's life. He'll do it in front of them and put on the best show. It's much better if the person watching you is attracted to you. That scenario is the one he likes the most. It's addictive for him to humiliate someone who can never have you. It's one of his many twisted fantasies.

Alex DeLarge

If I'm honest, I could have written something worse x2. Let's see, it's clear what his kinks are; among them, there is noncon. But in my analysis I doubt he does this to his partner, but this is not out of respect or anything like that, the real reason is that he needs to keep you by his side and for you to see him as your leader willingly and to follow his wishes always. For that, he needs to avoid you hating him. Therefore, he will not force you. The only scenario in which I see him doing this is if he no longer wants anything with you and needs to end the relationship somehow or you rebel against him like his droogs did. That said, his kinks:

Gangbang: Yes, he is a possessive man and all that. But, listen, give me a chance. He, at the beginning of meeting you, will not be attached to you enough to prevent this perversion from coming to light. I definitely see him being a jerk and he will definitely tell you that to enter his group you will have to sleep with everyone. I can see this happening in the first few months. Obviously none of them are detail-oriented or anything like that. Afterwards, when Alex becomes attached to you, it will no longer happen, because you will be his property.

Deep throat: If he hears you gag, it's better. He doesn't need you to try hard to limit it. He wants to hear how you struggle to take him. He needs to see the tears running down your cheeks. He needs to feel your throat every time he goes deep inside you. He won't even apologize. He'll like it when your throat hurts afterwards.

Exhibitionism: Another one that is obvious, but is a must. He needs to have sex with you in front of many people. He needs them to see how he gives you pleasure, how everyone envies him. He wants everyone to want to have you but no one can, to look at your body with morbidity, but to never be able to have you. He needs to see the look of disgust on conservative people's faces. It's his ultimate fantasy.

Kurt Kunkle

Angry sex: This will happen often. He always does what he wants and gets absolutely careless with you. So you'll be angry for a long time and the best way to let it out is by having angry sex with him. It's the only way, as he won't listen to reason and will keep doing whatever he wants. Hit him, degrade him and make fun of him. He'll let you do whatever you want. He'll laugh if you're too cruel.

Cam sex: This isn't even surprising. He'll be turned on by fame, so it will turn him on to have sex in front of a lot of people watching. He'll keep his followers happy, so he'll tell you anything they suggest he tell you. So you'd have to be pretty shameless to be with him, as you might come off pretty degraded and pretty much everyone will see you as just a sex toy for entertainment.

Sexting: They'll do this a lot too. He can't be physically with you all the time. So, in his free time he will write you dirty messages and expect you to reply immediately. If you don't, he will get upset and jealous, thinking that you are with someone else. If this happens, the sexting will become more aggressive.

Sweetly Slasher (Quinn from the time jump, obviously, from the time cut movie)

Again it cracks me up, because nobody knows this one, but oh well since I'm including unknown slashers, give me your best suggestions for movie slashers that are not included in this list so I can include them and make the list of slashers longer lol.

Dumbification kink: He is literally a genius who was rejected by a girl; so I think he will continually treat you like you are a fool, it's his way of dealing with the situation (apart from the murder, obviously). And in sex that will intensify much more. He wants to overstimulate you and make you unable to respond with anything coherent. He'll say you're his favorite fool and expect you to act like it. He will manipulate you too much to make you do the things he wants you to do and pretend to praise you at the end.

Power play: I don't know if it's really a conventional kink, but I add it because it's in character. This goes hand in hand with the previous kink. He will put you at a disadvantage on multiple occasions, as he constantly needs to make you and himself understand that he is in control of you. So he will literally make all the decisions. He knows your limits and your tastes perfectly, so he always tends to get it right.

Sex toys: He is usually very busy, so he will play with you from a distance with the help of sex toys. He will order you not to move or do anything that could distract or bother him. Just focus on the sensation he is giving you through the toys. If you behave well, he might pay attention to you.

Brahms

Vouyerism: This kink has come up quite a bit, but it is impossible not to add it to Brahms. He will constantly watch you from behind the walls. He will watch you change clothes, bathe, pleasure yourself. He will watch you all the damn time. You would practically be his entertainment and his desire for you will increase much more as he gets to know your habits and your body.

Objectification: After he watches you for a long time, he will see you as an object. It is inevitable. You are the object of his desires. Made for him. That is why if you do not react the same, things will not be easy for you. You are supposed to agree with everything he says. You are supposed to be his alone and belong to him. He will convince you sooner or later and when he does, he will make the mistake of looking at you as his sexual object every time. You will have to be strong to be able to control him.

Overstimulation: He will like it when you overstimulate him. He wants to cum over and over again for you. He likes you to try to make him cry because he is so hypersensitive. He will beg you to make him cum over and over again. It does not matter how much it hurts or how much he cries. He also likes to feel like your toy. Just play with him.

[muqingslover]

[ This is different than what I usually post but I had to get this out of my system. The new DMC show brought back so many memories and idc what the haters say it's PEAK.

Anyway, to the DMC lovers out there, please accept this humble offering ]

Being in a relationship with Dante. | some NSFW included.

⊹— He may be the best demon hunter but in a relationship? He's the BIGGEST loser. Dante is always throwing some lame pick-up line your way and believe me when I say he will not give up until one sticks. (Spoiler warning: The fact that it actually works only makes him want to do it again)

—⊹ Dating Dante is not for the faint hearted. You have to be ready for all kinds of beyond ridiculous situations and have a godly amount of adaptability.

⊹— He will ALWAYS answer the phone for you. Literally. It doesn't matter what he's doing or where he is he will pick up the second he sees your name on the screen.

"Babe? Oh yeah! I'm totally still up for dinner! By the way, can you add those pieces of chocolate again to— *Approaching yelling in the background* Just a sec! *Crashing sounds and gunshots* Whew, okay, anyway like I was saying—"

—⊹ Oh yeah, he loooooves using pet names and silly nicknames. His personal favorites are "Babe" and "My little luck charm".

⊹— He likes to give you "traditional" dating gifts because that's what he always saw others do so when he shows up with a big ass teddy bear and a box of chocolates (which by the way he definitely ate some before giving it to you) please tell him you love it.

—⊹ Bro is so competitive. Dante is NOT letting you win in card games or any other board games because he wants to show off his skills to you. Though, if you get genuinely upset he would feel bad and invite you to play video games with him because he fails miserably at them every time.

⊹— His hands grab your ass every time you hug him. Not even in a sexual way he just can't help it and he never fails to throw a "nice ass" right after.

—⊹ Missing jewelry, hat or belt from your closet? He's the culprit. This guy will wear anything as long as he believes he looks good in it. I pray for you if you guys are a similar size because then you will have full clothing pieces missing.

⊹— He is THE hype man. Dante kisses the ground you walk on and he supports your rights and rights (because you could never do any wrong ;)).

—⊹ Dante's favorite thing is to show you off in every opportunity he gets. And if he doesn't have the opportunity then he'll just do it anyway. He is constantly yapping about how incredibly hot his partner is, how good your cooking is, how cute you look when you're focused and the way you smell so damn good all the time like, man! You're a freaking gift from the gods! (someone save poor Lady she can't bear to listen to him any more)

⊹— Please also hype him back in return! He has the worst praise kink case I've ever seen. Each time he's praised he just doesn't know what to do with himself and despite the initial cocky attitude he is easy to overwhelm if you don't stop. The first time you praised him while patting his head or scratching his chin he got a hard-on and had to rush out with a poor excuse before you noticed it.

—⊹ There is nothing romantic about sharing a bed with him. It's an absolute nightmare. First of all, this guy is physically incapable of sleeping with his clothes on. He just can't do it. Dante used to sleep butt ass naked but then you convinced him to at least wear boxers. Next on the list of problems is the snoring— Like, it's so loud you thought there was a truck engine next to you instead of your boyfriend. Not to mention the fact he takes up all space on the bed and moves around SO MUCH while he's asleep.

Please invest in separate beds before you kill him.

⊹— Absolutely hates morning. Getting him out of bed is the hardest thing to do and that's saying a lot with the life you two lead. He will keep you trapped in bed with him by wrapping his strong arms around your waist only to when you get up he sloooowly slides off the mattress and onto floor like a worm hanging to you.

—⊹ Surprisingly, or not, very insecure. This man is not controlling in any way though, he is just very worried that he won't be able to protect you if something was to happen or that you will realize you made a mistake by being with him.

⊹— His favorite thing is to make you smile. I know a lot of people paint him as stupid but I genuinely think he just acts silly as a defense mechanism. It's a mask. With you, though? He will purposely act like a dork because he knows it makes you smile.

—⊹ To add to that, Dante does everything he can to keep your spirits up; Someone hurt your feelings? No need to fret, he’s already planning their downfall. Feeling under the weather? tickle monster time! Migraine? He is closing the curtains and cuddling you until it gets better!

⊹— The filter between his brain and mouth is naturally bad but with you, who he is truly comfortable with, it's just INEXISTENT. This may range from random, useless bullshit to out of pocket comments that should definitely not be said out loud.

—⊹ Physical contact is his thing. I mean, he NEEDS it and can be very high maintenance about it. Having his hands on you is not enough for Dante he has to be as close as physically possible and you need to be giving him some kind of attention in return.

⊹— Hugging you from behind when you're cook, snuggling while on the couch together, keeping a firm arm hooked around your waist while outside, constantly nuzzling his nose on your hair, kissing your neck at every chance he gets, pulling you into his lap as if it's his second nature ECT.

—⊹ Did I mention he adores your hair? In particular long hair because then he can fidget with it by twirling it around his finger or by being a dork and putting it between his lips and nose to make a mustache.

⊹— Your lips are like a drug to him. He will be saying "okay, okay I REALLY gotta bail now" and then stare at you for a solid two seconds then steal another kiss and another and another....oops, he's 30 minutes late already.

—⊹ Dante is a biter. God help you when you give him cuteness aggression (which is basically always) because he will chew on you like candy. Your skin is often red from teeth marks and he doesn't feel sorry about it at all.

⊹— Cannot cook to save his life but absolutely loves your food. Especially if you're good at baking! Man's scarfing down those sweet treats like it's his last meal on earth.

—⊹ He sings while he's showering and holds the bottle of shampoo to you like a microphone so you'll join him. Oh and yes, he is VERY tone-deaf.

⊹— No matter how many times he sees you naked he never gets tired of that blessed sight. He flirts with you like it's the first time he's seeing you and those naughty eyes speak for themselves.

—⊹ He has a high libido, especially in the beginning of the relationship where he's even more excitable than usual. Sex can be very clumsy and messy with him, but that's just what makes it so him.

⊹— If you're a breasty lady, he is reaaaaaally into you using your boobs to get him off. Dante also enjoys having your lips around his cock more than words could describe and a quickie in dark, tight spaces is part of the package with him.

—⊹ Bondage is a guilty pleasure of his. Dante prefers to be the one restrained and left at your mercy instead of the other way around because it's just very hot to him when you take control. You're also the only one he would trust to be this vulnerable with.

⊹— This guy is always late for EVERYTHING, but he shows up without a fail in the end. No matter how battered or tired he might be, not even if he was run over by a truck, he will definitely be there.

[daylighted]

WEDDING BELLS & 5-STAR HOTELS ─ dean winchester!

. . . or, the first time in a long time dean's stayed in a hotel room without mysterious stains in the carpet or on the sheets.

no warnings <3 just fluff! and newlywed cutesie shit!

dean was so fucking glad you talked him out of a vegas wedding.

the thought of being married by a guy masquerading as elvis presley still sounded funny as shit to him, but he did agree with the sentiment that you deserved this. the grand wedding arch, strung with flowers, the huge cake, every eye of every single one of your loved ones there for you.

you deserved to be spoiled. dean didn't need to be told it to know it, but it was hard for him, sometimes, to remind himself that he could slow down. appreciate things. you'd helped him a lot in that regard, but it was hard to untrain a soldier into being a man again.

"this bed is nice!" you call to him from the bedroom part of your suite, and he actually laughs a little at the sound of it, hearing the little bounce of the mattress springs punctuating your words.

he undoes the tie from around his neck, draping it across the back of the couch, before he circles around it to find you, exactly how he thought you'd be: jumping on the bed like a damn kid.

you looked downright beautiful, even now. especially now. hair released from it's earlier style, flowing dress replaced with a shorter, more manageable one for the after party, your heels strung across the room. you'd even put the veil back on, the end of it catching in the wind as you jumped.

dean leans in the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, mouth tilted up in amusement. "are we having fun?"

"i'm having fun," you correct, the jumps stilling, your stance a little wobbly trying to balance on the springs, "you're watching me."

dean opens his mouth to say he's always watching you, but he didn't want to come off like a weirdo or anything. you knew you were marrying a weirdo, but, like, there were limits to how much weird a person could take in their partner.

your limit, apparently, was a supernatural hunter with dead parents and a talent at killing things. maybe, actually... you wouldn't have minded to hear about how often he just watched you.

watched you jump on every hotel or motel bed you'd both gotten. watched how your eyelashes fluttered in your sleep. watched as your eyebrows pinched together when you were cleaning the blood off of his face, or, for some godforsaken reason, doing his eyebrows. he was a much gentler, more lenient man since falling in love with the likes of you.

"stop staring at me like that," you laugh, having the audacity to sound sheepish, as if you weren't literally the prettiest person on the damn planet.

dean pushes off of the doorframe to cross the distance between the both of you. once he was close enough, your hands came up to rest on his cheeks, smushing them between your soft palms.

"like what?" he manages to mumble through it.

you lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. dean absolutely does not blush at that, either, shut up. "like you love me or something crazy like that."

"oh, can't love my wife now?" hard to speak through your light hold. easy to argue about loving you.

your hands fall to his, bending at the knee to try and haul his ass up onto the bed, too. "love me from up here." you somehow have even less balance, now, as you step backwards to make room for him on the king-sized bed, and his hand falls to your waist to steady you. "well, isn't this just the rom-com scene of the century."

dean snorts, taking your other hand into his to mimic the stance of your first dance, earlier that evening. "only you would have me dancin' on top of a bed." he pauses, shrugging lightly. "only you would have me dancin' at all."

your smile is wide and knowing. of course it is. he's not kept it a very good secret that you've got him going molten and soft, just for you.

there's no music. no sound at all beyond the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional traffic outside. even the sounds of the other hotel room doors opening and closing seems quieter here, in this moment with you. so he dances with you, keeps you upright on your feet, and doesn't seem to mind at all that this night doesn't seem to have an end in sight.

"told you the bed was nice," you say idly, just as he lowers you into a dip.

dean holds you there for a little bit of time, taking those few seconds to rake his eyes over the pristine white bedspread, and the mountain of pillows. pillows would be on the floor come morning time. sheets and blankets would be wrinkled to all hell. "not a single stain in sight," he agrees, lifting you back up to clutch you to his chest in an embrace, "wanna change that?"

"dean!" you try to scold but laugh instead, your palm flattening on his chest, curling into the white button-up's fabric. "shut up."

"what? it's a rite of passage for hotel sheets."

there's not a denial to follow, so dean breaks into a toothy, shit-eating grin.

"i think it's a great first thing to do, too, with these new wife and husband titles," he hums, mostly to himself, since you aren't arguing with him anymore.

you lift the veil off of your head and settle it on top of his, and dean really is a goddamn sucker now, because he even leans down to make it easier for you to reach. "okay," you sigh, as if you're resigning yourself to the inevitable, your mouth brushing his in a chaste kiss, "on one condition."

dean chases your mouth for a couple of more kisses, while he's got you so close. "and what's that, angel?"

you tug on the end of the veil on his head, now wearing a shit-eating grin of your own. "veil stays on during sex."

maybe he'd married a little weirdo, too.

notes. literally saw this gif on pinterest and immediately had to write something wedding related for my pookie wookie. <3

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[jinwoosbabyboo]

“Will You Marry Me?"

How I imagine LADS Men would propose. This is part 2 of 2. I tried to do the sweet elegant writing, but that ain't me so here you go....

Xavier

Our lover boy Xavier is a literal prince. I feel as though he'd be very traditional with his proposal. The only unfortunate part is he can't ask for your fathers/family blessing because you know .... Anyway :)

He would definitely court you for a week even if you’ve already been together for over a year. The day of his proposal he would take you to a spot only he knows that has zero light pollution. Of course it’s deep in the forest.

MC: If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to kill me and hide my body Xavier: You have such creative thoughts MC: Seriously where are we going? Xavier: Somewhere special MC: So mysterious even after a year of dating

He’d bring you to a clearing that seemed like it was being lit up by a spotlight. It’s not though he chose to propose on a night with a full moon and clear skies so you could see how beautiful the stars are without all the city lights.

MC: It’s otherworldly Xavier: This was my favorite place to come when I needed clarity MC: Why didn’t you show me sooner? Xavier: I wanted to save it for a special day MC: oh what are you going to propose or something?

You’d be laughing and boom he pulls a ring out of his pocket shutting you right up.

MC: Oh shit! You’re really proposing Xavier: Yes im really proposing

His speech is so sweet it could give you cavities not only would he emphasize how much he loves you he’d let you know just how much he is solely yours. Even if you were to one day forget him and how much he loves you he would still always be yours and would do anything to keep you safe & most of all happy.

Xavier: My lady will you marry me? MC: I want nothing more

He might’ve been sweet and soft spoken during his proposal but that shy boy facade went out the window when you two got back home.

Sylus

It’s canon that Sylus gets nervous when he wants to ask you out. So just imagine how nervous he is getting ready to propose! He already constantly gifts you pretty gems and the gifts just keep increasing over the course of 3 months.

He second guesses himself thinking you may say no so he keeps putting it off but continues to shower you in gifts, quality time, full body massages, shopping sprees, dinner dates, lunch dates, you name it he’s doing it, you want it he got it. He’d be spoiling you so much you’d have to sit him down and ask him what’s going on. He would dismiss your concerns of course.

MC: Are you guys leaving for a while? Kieran: Why do you ask? MC: Sylus has been acting weird I feel like he’s about to disappear again Luke: That was one time and boss only did that because you asked him to leave you alone MC: I know but I’m worried now Luke: Relax miss hunter you’re overthinking

The twins would indeed gaslight you while Sylus worked up the nerve to propose. When he finally has the nerve to do it he goes all out. I’m talking he'd rent out the most exquisite restaurant money can buy. A whole staff at your beck and call. He'd wine and dine you with delicious food and expensive wine. By the time dessert comes you'd want answers.

MC: You're leaving me aren't you Sylus: Jumping to conclusions are we? MC: I'm serious Sylus you haven't been yourself lately you're worrying me Sylus: I guess this is the part where I explain myself

With two snaps of his fingers the twins would rush out; Kieran placing a giant box bouquet of red roses in your arms and Luke placing a crown on your head before rushing out leaving the two of you alone.

MC: What's this? and what am I a Princess? Sylus: You are and I'd love to change your title to Queen MC: Stop are you....

I don't picture Sylus giving a long winded speech. I feel like he would be the type to write it down so you could cherish his words forever.

Sylus: Will you marry me Miss Hunter? You can say no if- MC: Of course I'll marry you

Yet again I'm tackling this man as soon as he slips that ring on. Need to be in his arms immediately. Expeditiously.

Zayne & Rafayel here…

[leafydory]

Stupidly Drunk Zayne

(Adorable Drunk Zayne x Mc) (Fluff, slightly suggestive, We love Needy Zayne) (700 words in length)

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who drinks more despite the amount of liquor he already taken, he wasn't a drunk for sure, in fact he avoids alcohol, but when he does consume one... Let's say it would take a big strong hunter to carry him away from the shot glass he'd been obsessing with for hours yet still insist he isn’t drunk. Seriously someone gives this man hangover medicine.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would try to put back his tie on his neck but eventually removes it because it was too hot to wear, but then puts it back again because he thinks he doesn't look neat without it. He actually fixes yours too, even putting his coat on your shoulders. "It will be cold outside... So, wear it now, I don't like you catching a cold" Turns out he's the one getting a cold soon.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne that would pout, sulk and act all adorably possessive after a man hands you over a drink, he would rest his head on your shoulder, hold your waist and murmur incoherent drunken ramblings there. "Don't take drinks from them... You should be only drinking with me today..." Jealous, he later fills half of your glass then insists on not putting anything more because he doesn't want you drunk.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who talks while his eyelids are already closed. "Where are we?... Are we there yet?" On repeat and can't even navigate his way back home due to how dazedly drunk he was. He looks like he's sleeping but really, he just doesn't want to look around because it makes him dizzier, everyone is moving all over the place, and he can't take that now, rather he feels your hands. Warm and a guide he can trust.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would kiss you deep when both of you are finally home, sloppy, messy, needy, and passionately, but then he would find himself almost falling down the ground when he leaned his weight more against yours, this man kisses like the world now ends, you would lay him down the sofa and take care of him even if the whole mess turned you on.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who despite being a doctor, questions if he's actually holding a medicine that cures hungover headaches

"This suspiciously looks like an Ibuprofen"

"Because it is Ibuprofen"

"That's not what I'm supposed to take... And the dosage input is-"

And he would talk about how ibuprofen is not a good substitute medicine for hang overs. he would still take other medicine though (it's actually still ibuprofen but a different brand and appearance)

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would squirm and immediately deny the sight of a carrot chicken soup... It was for his health, so his upset stomach would feel much better... But he can't help it, smelling and tasting more of that atrocious soup makes him want to puke. He would finish it... Slowly… Under your direct supervision.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who always say sorry now out of random, a moment of vulnerability from the well composed doctor that he was known for. Clinging close to you, saying every mistake he might have done in the past but you've already forgiven before. This man wants to be better than he already was for you, love him. Pamper him.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would use you as a comfort pillow, usually he doesn't hug his pillow, but right now the softness of your body pressed against his, and your scent lingering, he can't help but think about the pillows you lay down on when you're visiting him and sleeping on his bed, now he can't even tell the difference between the real deal and the infamous you scented pillow. Then would sleep so softly like a baby, breathing steady and undisturbed, now well rested against you.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who never remembers what happened last night

"What happened?... I think I went over board last night, too many alcohol drinks than normal."

"There is no 'usual' on the amount you drink last night Zayne."

"Don't make me eat that carrot chicken soup again..."

"Your literally in a good shape right now because of it???"

"It's definitely because of the ibuprofen"

Yup, never remembering how stupid he was. Adorably drunken stupid.

(i am literally obsessed with him-) (He's so cute- I will take care of this man now-)

[nezuswritingdesk]

meow! (All the LIs with GN! Reader)

Synopsis: Oh no! They’ve turned into kittens! Now what?

Tags: fluff fluffy fluffy cats!, possibly ooc lis, based on the kitty event

Wc: 1.1k

A/n: this was like the first ever ask/request I've ever gotten (im sorry it took so long shu @sylusonychinus aka my dearly beloved husband) I hope you like it!)

Xavier- meow * naps *

Hes a small white kitten with the most expressive eyes and the fluffiest tail, a literal cloud. Hes a British short-hair with either cream or fawn fur.

And what's the first thing this little kitty does?

Naps.

He just naps all the time.

Or eat, that's his second favorite thing to do. Has tried to eat food he can't have

Dont be fooled by his cute face! He is a proficient hunter of mice and bugs.

Has presented you with dead animals and bugs with a calm expression.

Stole clothes

Chirps at the window, chrips at birds, at baked goods, at a random lizard, at his own reflection— Everything.

Will follow you everywhere, marking you with his scent.

Xavier kitty was a good kitty. He kept to himself, napped near the window for most of the day, occasionally changing position to stretch and retreat once more.

Today was different.

Xavier kitty was awake. His bright eyes looked out of the window, his small mouth chattering at a particular brown bird by the window.

“Meow!” He meowed, and glanced back at you with those big eyes that made you bring him home.

“No.” You said firmly, shaking your head. “I'm not letting you out.”

“Meowwww!!” He whined and pawed at the window. You sighed even more, picking him up. He began to look out the window, chirping loudly at the innocent bird outside.

“Maybe next time, Xavier.” You whispered. “You can get the bird later, you did a good job with that mouse a while ago.”

Xavier purred and nuzzled his chest against your neck. He glanced at the window once more, and napped once more in your arms.

Zayne - meow meow

Maine Coon. Hes a maine coon with the most expressive and bright forest green eyes known to mankind, Fluffy coat

A very perceptive cat, would softly bump his head against yours if he senses that you're not doing well

Also naps. As a busy doctor now turned feline, he can now catch up on much needed nap time

Hes an introverted and indoor cat, always hiding away (maybe in his study room)

As much as he is a cute and well behaved cat, he feels miserable because he can't have sweets (cats aren't allowed to have sweets)

Would chirp at Clopidogrel, but the poor squirrel got terrified. Zayne has never forgiven himself.

Has a calming presence towards everyone and everything he approaches. Except the carrots. He still hates them.

Wants cuddles, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. Give him cuddles please.

Has big big Boba eyes

Very hygienic and well-groomed.

Zayne kitty pressed his head gently against yours. You looked at the cat, his bright green eyes seemed to go forever with his calm and peaceful reaction. You tilted your head, wondering what's wrong.

“Meow.” Zayne said, nudging your hand. He left you , jumping down from the counter top and walking his way to the fridge. He raised a paw and patted it.

“Meow.” He repeated.

You opened the refrigerator, seemingly understanding his request. The fridge was primarily empty, say for the few water bottles and half-eaten food.

“I should get new groceries.” You concluded. Zayne meowed again. “You're right,” You knelt down and placed a hand on his soft fur. “I'll get new groceries it is.”

Rafayel - screeches and cries (he hates being a cat)

Kitty Rafayel…he hates it.

He hates being a cat.

He has been whining non-stop about his current state

A very very vocal kitten. He's a very loud siamese.

Has pretty fur and bright eyes too.

Is trying to draw with his paws and making art

Likes to hunt fish and annoy Tomas

As much as he is annoying and dramatic, he warms up to you and can be seen with you

Swims in the water

Praying to the gods that the paint he uses wouldn't poison him.

Kitty Rafayel had the worst day in his 800 years. He had turned into a kitty. He cried? Yowled? At his current state.

He glanced at his blank canvas, looking at it with disbelief and confusion. Now what?

He continued to cry, dipping his paws beneath the paints. The bright and striking colors fill the white floors. He played with the canvas, the colors splashing as he made progress — or whatever you'd call progress from a cat.

“Rafayel?” You called out, peering into the art studio. The small feline stopped and looked up at you. He immediately abandoned what he was doing, dragging paint behind him as he reached you. He nuzzled against your legs, purring loudly.

You smiled, lowering yourself down to pat his head. You sat beside him, glancing at the small pawprints that lined the bottom of the white canvas.

“That looks lovely.” You smiled. Rafayel meowed properly and nuzzled close. Though he was his least favorite creature, your compliments make his feline state tolerable enough.

Sylus - smug rich cat ma-ow

What a smug cat. Doesn't meow , he ma-ows.

has chased Mephisto around countless times

Has terrorized the twins in his feline form (though they do find the boss adorable, If he doesn't hiss at them, which is all the time)

Hes a caracal. He has sharp ears, and piercing eyes, it was like Onychinus had a lion in their midst

it doesn't matter that he was a cat, just like kitty Xavier, he is still as fierce and scary like in his human form

Do not be fooled! He's still a loverboy ? Lover cat? He's just as soft and affectionate with you.

Loves his laser. So much.

His favorite laser glows a bright and striking red that he would pounce on. His little exercise even.

Likes to sing?? Can cats even sing? Maybe he chirps a lot at Mephisto

PURRS SO LOUDLY like a little engine

Kitty sylus was curled up in your chest, purring loudly. You were asleep, trying not to mind the heavy weight of the cat. He continued to purr, wrapped up in a loaf position. He'd stretched occasionally, his claws pressed down against your chest as he made biscuits. “Meow…” Sylus meowed in a deep tone, you hummed incoherently and patted his head. Sylus purred along, leaning his face against the touch of your warm hand. You continued to pat and cuddle with him absentmindedly until he slipped out of your chest and walked away, probably to terrorize Mephisto and the twins once more.

Caleb - in distress because he wanted to be dog instead

He wanted to be a dog. But he here was, turned into a very well-loved housecat , no exact breed but well-loved

Very floofy but not fat. His fur makes him look fat.

Hes not!! He's a very active cat

Loves to run around and play

Please take him out on walks whenever he can

Steals your clothes too, sits on your warm laundry to place his scent all over (like kitty Xavier)

Loves to follow you in the kitchen

Will not eat if you will not eat!

Loves to keep you company

Loves being toll (standing on his hind legs)

Kitty Caleb always kept you company from the moment you wake up to the moment you fell asleep, the sight of his wide eyes and tail wagging in the winds kept his presence known.

And every afternoon, Kitty Caleb loved going on walks. He would meow at the door like a dog, looking back at you with expecting eyes, pleading to go outside.

You sighed and got up from the couch, grabbing his leash and collar. You called him over, placed on his leash and collar, grabbed your keys, and headed out with him, leading the way.

[soft-pine]

when i think about this scene from 15.15 it makes me want to chew glass and tear up the walls in rage.

AMARA: I wanted two things for you, Dean. I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person, that the myth you'd held onto for so long of a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth. I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real. That now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life.

for the record i want to say i am a known amara-hater. don't like the non-con shit. don't like that she's doing what so many beings in spn do and narrativizing dean's life back at him while judging him because she drew the wrong conclusions. but i think fandom does have a tendency to take those claims at face value because that is easier than combing back through to check if it's correct or not. (see for example, rachel saying dean only calls cas when he needs him in 6.18. narrativizing, incorrectly. but i digress)

so let's talk about mary. because, through the seething rage, i think two main things about this claim. 1. dean does not have this mythos around mary and 2. mary has arguably more of that mythos around dean.

first off, we'll tackle the claim that it's a myth that if mary hadn't died, dean wouldn't have a better life. because that is absolute, utter, dogshit. OF COURSE HE'D HAVE A BETTER LIFE. while i will always maintain that clearly mary and john were far from stable before she died, her death was what speared john forward into hunting, into turning his kids into soldiers, into neglect and parentifying, and every other god forsaken thing he did. "a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth" - girl, i DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DIVINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

like please don't come here acting like dean grieving the future he could have had that didn't include him taking care of his younger brother alone in motel rooms for days while maybe actually being left as bait for the Kid-Eater is a character flaw on his part that he needs to learn better from.

next, amara claims dean needs to see the "real, complicated Mary."

but hasn't he? dean goes back in time and meets his mom in 4.03 and 5.13. and both times he treats her both as a competent hunter and a colleague. like to be clear, before that, i dont think he was wrong to be relying on a four-year-old's memory of what his mom was like because that's literally all he had access to. but dean actually did meet and interact with the whole, complex woman who was his mother long before amara decided to teach him a lesson with her as the homework. in both 4.03 and 5.13, dean tries to give mary advice to save her life but he doesn't belittle her experience hunting or her desire to leave and life a normal life. i don't know what more you want from him in terms of interacting with his mom as a whole, real, complex person?

this also applies wholly and completely to his interactions with her when she returns in s12. he apologizes for being nervous for her safety (AFTER SHE WAS JUST RESSURECTED) at first. mary says she wants to hunt, dean gets on board. mary says she needs space, dean asks clarifying questions to best support her request. he gets mad at her not for being who she is or needing what she needs but for lying to him for months and working with people who tortured him and sam.

in fact, s12 is what i would point to to indicate how well dean articulates and navigates the nuance of being hurt by someone's actions while still understanding and empathizing with why they did it and forgiving them. for example, he says this in 12.04

DEAN: This whole mom thing, it's... I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves. I hate it, but I get it. I do. I guess I'm just...still working through some of that crap. I'll try to be less of a dick about it.

[you're not a dick, dean, ilu]

in fact, dean's much maligned "how 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?" isn't even about dean wanting anything particularly maternal from mary. it's about him not wanting her to ditch them to hunt alone and/or with the aforementioned torturers.

so circling back to amara's speech about expectations and myths. cause while her words do not apply to dean. amara's speech does remind me of something that happens upon mary's return in s12. these lines from 12.03:

DEAN: Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now. MARY: No. I'm not. I miss John. I miss my boys. SAM: We're right here, mom. MARY: I know. In my head. But I'm still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday, we were together in heaven, and now...I'm her, and John is gone, and they're gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me every moment I lost with them.

of course she has every right to grieve the time she lost with her kids. but someone in this room is having trouble really looking at the people in front of them because of their idealized memory of who they were compared to are and It Is Not Dean.

and i just think about dean's speech in 12.22. cause it wasn't dean that needed to see the real mary. it was mary, tucked away in her dream world where sam is a baby and dean is a little elementary schooler who likes pie and has never held a gun, who needed to see the real dean.

[aarchengel]

Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

3K

A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

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Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 178 }

darling.

yandere!sung jinwoo x bi!fem.reader x yandere!cha hae-in

warnings: violence; ooc hae-in and jinwoo, i’m so sorry.

dedicated to @starzgaze

{ i want to ruin our friendship; we should be lovers instead. }

anonymous said: Helloo!! I don't know if you're willing to do a request but I was thinking an Jinwoo x reader x cha hae in since the reader is bisexual (I can't blame the reader if she's attracted to both of them Because I am too HUHU) although they don't know that they're crushes where Yanderes this whole time KABSKAKSJ :>

once you finished organizing all the reports for the chairman, you hear the older man thanking you for your time as he allowed you to go home for the rest of the day. you smile at chairman go gunhee, reassuring him that it was no trouble helping him at all as you stepped out of his office with a bounce in your step.

lately, the appearance of high leveled gates had become far and few in between. there seemed to be more peaceful days piling on as the hunters and healers alike were given little to do during such a time.

and the cause of this sudden decrease in raids?

a competition between the two most powerful guilds in all of seoul, korea-

the hunters guild vs ahjin guild.

despite being good friends with two of the most prominent members of each guild, (hae-in and jinwoo, respectively), you hadn’t the slightest clue why they were so competitive.

regardless of their reasoning, neither you or your fellow hunters and healers complained. after all, they were doing a great service, making all these gates disappear while restoring peace back to the entire nation within mere days.

as you were heading out of the association building, you felt the hairs stand up at the back of your neck. you had a strange sensation of being watched. your heart was felt pounding with anticipation… and before you could turn around to face whoever was watching you-

the sudden scent of vanilla fills your senses, feeling cha hae-in running up to you while letting out a soft coo of your name. “hello… i’ve missed you!”

her sudden affection and desire to be close to you was a bit out of character from how she usually was, you knew that as a fact. before you ever transferred to korea’s hunter association branch, she was known as being standoffish and aloof, never once getting close to civilians or other hunters since she had such a sensitive sense of smell.

you knew about her mana sensitivities and kept your distance from her out of respect the moment you transferred. however, it all changes when she actually came face to face with you. a dreamy expression would paint her features, and she would come closer to you, literally sniffing at your blouse when she giggles and says, “you smell so good… like sweet cinnamon rolls… just so sugary sweet…”

her comment about the scent of you and your mana makes you feel flustered as you simply thanked her, which was the moment she had proclaimed herself as your best friend.

hae-in giggles while deeply inhaling your scent, basking in it for a few moment before clinging to you. “hey, how about we have another slumber party! it’ll be my treat!”

“huh? hae-in, we had one just a few days ago… are you not tired of seeing me?”

“not at all! come on, the gates haven’t been appearing as much thanks to how well i have been doing, and i want to spend more time with you.” hae-in giggles while clinging to your arm.

you join her in her laughter, actually not minding having so many slumber parties with her since it was quite fun. whether it be having a movie marathon, or gaming with her while enjoying takeout and snacks, you liked spending time with her… maybe even as more than friends.

as you smile back at hae-in and ask about what she would like to get as takeout, you were unaware of the almost victorious expression on her face, her eyes glowing a bright golden hue as she sneered back at the hunter with startling, purple eyes filled with envy.

{ … }

sung jinwoo had tried to kill cha hae-in many times, seeing as though she were the sole threat when it came to obtaining your heart.

but unfortunately for him, the woman was persistent and powerful in her own ways. when she felt threatened, even feeling the tiniest chance of being ripped away from you-

that was when her claws were revealed to him.

he clutches the sharp dagger in his hand, knowing that if he just aimed the weapon slightly to his left, then he would be able to pierce through hae-in’s skull-

however, he did not wish to traumatize you.

it was ultimately the love he had for you that stops him from going through with his plans of killing hae-in right then and there-

you, being as innocent as ever, were completely unaware of the ongoing war he and hae-in shared. ever since he first caught sight of you, accidentally bumping into you as he helped you gather your belongings and get you back on your feet-

jinwoo knew that he was a goner.

he spent countless days and even hours following you, knowing that placing his soldiers within your shadow wouldn’t be enough for him.

(it was never enough for him.)

taking advantage of his powers, he made it his life’s mission to remain ever so close to you, doing all that he could to woo you with various gifts while taking you out on various dates-

however, she would always get in the way of him.

each time he purchases a nice bouquet for you, the next minute, he would find it sabotaged and ripped to shreds.

each time he would try to speak to you and ask you out on a date, hae-in would appear at the most inappropriate times and steal you away from him-

a feat that always manages to make his blood burn with hatred for cha hae-in.

he tried to get rid of her; tried numerous times to rip her heart out so that she could never breathe the same air as you ever again-

but he couldn’t do it.

the woman was far too strong-

and her love for you matched with his.

(a fact that he had to admit and accept in a rather begrudging manner.)

he hated how natural and easy it was for hae-in to get closer to you. being a naturally born woman meant that she was able to steal your attention under the guise of being your “sole best friend.”

whereas jinwoo had to use his shadow soldier’s eyes to watch you sleep-

that damn woman had the pleasure of sharing her bed with you each time she held a ‘sleepover.’ and jinwoo could feel such feelings of envy filling him to the brim as he had to bite down on his tongue to contain his rage, nearly tasting the coppery sensation of his blood from how close he was to biting his tongue off-

but he digressed.

despite all odds, sung jinwoo and cha hae-in were evenly matched-

and if he couldn’t obtain you by getting rid of her, then he’d just have to use the element of surprise…

{ … }

you were currently in hae-in’s apartment, laughing while telling stories with her as she began to paint your nails.

to be honest, she was awful at painting your nails, with each paint stroke of polish leaving an obvious streak against the skin surrounding your cuticles. when she finishes with applying the polish on your last nail, you had to fight back a giggle.

“ah, it seems as though i found the gorgeous and powerful hae-in’s weakness… nail polish.”

weak words of protests fall from her lips, but internally she was screaming with unbidden joy. you called her gorgeous! she’s gorgeous to you!

you continue to softly giggle and take her hand, not even bothering to wait for your own polished nails to dry as you slowly showed her how to paint nails in a more neater manner.

“okay, so always try to follow the curve at the end of your cuticles. it takes a lot of practice, but it’s so satisfying once such a perfect color is put on your nails!”

hae-in made tiny sounds of affirmation, seeming to give you random nods here and there. in all actuality, her face was darkened in a deep red hue, feeling ecstatic and on cloud 9 upon feeling your hand holding on to hers.

within just 20 or so minutes, you finished polishing hae-in’s nails, placing a top coat on it so that it could look shiny and dry faster. you admire your work for a few more minutes before letting her hand go-

only to feel your body being pushed against her mattress.

“eh…? hae-in?” your eyes go wide when hae-in looks down at you with glowing, golden eyes. she lets out a purr of your name all while framing at your face with her two hands.

“you know… we’ve been best friends for a while, right?” hae-in gently caresses at your features, her full lips inching ever so closely to you as you could feel her hot breath on your skin.

“ah, yes, we have…”

the gorgeous blond woman lets out a sigh before pressing a kiss against your cheek, an unexpected touch of affection that causes your heart to race uncontrollably in response.

your whisper of her name was filled with anticipation when hae-in leans closer to you. “best friends like you and i need to know each other’s tastes, right…? you would agree with such a sentiment… right my pretty little darling?”

“u-uhm…!” you couldn’t respond, your mind spinning as hae-in leaned closer and closer to your lips, ready to capture them as you clenched your eyes shut-

but the sensation of her kiss never came.

instead, all you felt was the way the air became much colder, causing you to open your eyes as a scream was heard coming from your parted lips.

a tall, looming shadow swiftly brings down a dagger against hae-in, but her senses were too sharp as she captures the weapon with her hand.

a flash of anger twists her beautiful face, her fury evident as she spat out his name “sung jinwoo, don’t you realize how close you were to hurting my darling girl?!”

“SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE HAD YOU STAYED IN PLACE!” jinwoo roars at hae-in, ripping her body away from you as he slams the woman down on the ground.

the polishes fall against the floors of hae-in’s bedroom in the midst of their scuffle, spilling various colors against the hardwood as it stains at them. your heart was racing, seeing the two most powerful hunters in all of existence fighting each other-

fighting for you.

fighting over you.

you kept seeing flashes of gold and purple clashing together, with jinwoo’s daggers trying to pierce at hae-in, yet she manages to parry each of his cuts with her sword.

you had to do something to stop this madness, but all you felt was an overwhelming sense of dread consuming you.

you adored basking in hae-in and jinwoo’s friendship, and you felt ashamed to admit it, but you developed feelings for both of them…

you never wished to lose either one of them, choosing instead to balance on the cusp of friendship and romance with them. it was hard, keeping them always at an arm’s length away-

and now, they were both going to kill each other-

you were going to lose them both if you didn’t do something now.

“jinwoo, hae-in, PLEASE STOP!”

the desperation was heard in your voice, and it echoes throughout the room. as if awakened from a trance, jinwoo and hae-in stopped their attacks on each other, eyes going dreamy as they moved away from each other. an almost longing sigh of your name was heard coming from them as they dropped their respective weapons and crawled toward you.

“oh no, my darling is afraid.”

“she’s so scared of losing me.”

“i love her, i need to comfort her and tell her that everything will be okay.”

“she’s so sweet and cute… i need to comfort her…”

your breathing becomes labored when jinwoo and hae-in both join you on the bed. they continue to whisper about their devotion to you, completely forgetting the fact that they had just tried to kill each other mere seconds before as they both surrounded you.

jinwoo places your body on top of his while wrapping his arms around your frame.

hae-in opts to remain behind you, practically sandwiching you between her and jinwoo as you shivered at feeling both of their bodies so close to you. unable to respond, you could only remain still when jinwoo and hae-in began littering your throat and neck with heated kisses, all while proclaiming their love for you.

rejoice, for you had captured the hearts of the two most powerful hunters in the world!

or perhaps… a warning for you would be more appropriate… since it will be difficult for you to escape from the intensity of their love unscathed…

a.n. - this is such a different story for me to write, but i figured i could pass time completing this story while waiting for my meeting. ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ currently unedited, but once it’s posted and my meeting is complete, i’ll go back and make any necessary changes. but for now, enjoy!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[xxoolii]

hope you are well

Can you do something with Hiccup Haddock

argh i'm such a hiccup whore, i mean who isn't?

I would absolutely love to do that for you!!

MDNI, im serious, i literally don't like you babe

warnings: jealousy(the green-eyed monster), praise, degrading, 18+ content, cream pie, not edited in the slightest, the idea is kinda over used but idc, angry sex

author notes: reposts are greatly appreciated! also finished exams so im able to write now, very excited to get into this!!

what you want?

uh oh, you had undoubtedly done it this time. at first, it had seemed like a totally innocent idea, but it had gotten out of hand, it wasn't your fault that the skirt you were wearing rode up every time you bent down in front of hiccup. there was something in his eye. Every time you bent down, a look that you almost couldn't place, it was almost primal, in the kind of way a hunter would look at its prey.

you loved it. you wanted more of it, and then a thought came to your mind. you gave him a polite smile, making your way in slow strides. Over to Snot lout, you crouch down next to him, and place your hand on his thigh. "wow your so smart I never noticed" him being totally oblivious, didn't understand the false nature of your compliment. But hiccup did, he knew that it was to riel him up and make him jealous. he stood up abruptly rushing towards you and snatching your hand off his thigh, yanking you away yelling some nonsense about you feeling sick and needing to go home.

he drags you out the door, throwing you over his shoulder as he makes his way to your house, the walk wasn't far and you were kicking and complaining the entire time, as if you hadn't caused this, as if this wasn't your desired reaction. he reached the threshold of your house and barged through the door making his way to your shared bedroom. you continue to wriggle, grabbing onto beams and doorways as he makes his way through the house. a futile effort on your behalf . he reaches his final destination, and gently throws you on the bed.

he looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes "What was that about huh?" he says this as he makes his way across the bed, hand snaking its way up your thigh. you decide in that moment that your going to play dumb, you've already committed to this act so you may as go all in. "what act?" you ask dumbly. he grabs your thigh roughly, other hand grabbing your chin and pulling you towards him. "you know exactly what i mean. or would you rather i just teach you a lesson?" he smirks knowingly at you, he wasn't dumb he knew you'd done it all for attention.

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and thats how you gotten here. your arms and legs ached as you felt him roughly pounding into you, moans echoing throughout the whole house. he was unrelenting and he was taking all of his frustrations out on you. his hands gripped tighter on your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

your arms give out due to the speed and force he's fucking you with, your face meets the mattress, moans lost in the fabric. he's not slowing down, his groans and small moans show just how lost in your pussy he is. he spews out sweet praise, contrasting it with the perfect amount of degrading.

"your so pretty like this" "Wish I could have you like this all day honey" "You're doing so so good for me baby, just a little longer im almost there" Sweet pet names and sweet nothings running through your veins as he fucks you better than he ever has. once he gets closer his sweet praise switches to taunts and degradation. "aww poor baby cant take it anymore?" "isnt this what you wanted, pathetic whore"

his thrusts speed up, showing how close he is. you orgasm not too far behind you, the burning pleasure almost too much to bear. your moans and his groans make a beautiful symphony as you both grow closer, the way he strokes against your velvet walls drives you crazy. your body could only ever feel like this for him. white flashes over your eyes as you reach your release. squirting all over him. the sweet feeling of your pussy clamping on him sends him over the edge as he groans and presses his hips flush against yours releasing his seed deep inside you.

he pulls away, his cock covered in a mix of both of your juices. he flips you onto your back momentarily in awe of the way his cum rolls out of your clenching hole. then he speaks.

"hope your little game was worth it honey"

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and thats it for today ladies, gents and non-binary pals! this is a little low effort because i started it during exams but im glad to finally be getting it done now!

[thelaurenshippen]

okay, maybe the day after the show has ended is the worst time to try and get people to watch it BUT can we please get more people on tumblr to watch evil. let me share the ways in which it is everything tumblr always says it wants:

it's x-files meets supernatural - a psychologist, a priest, and a scientist walk into a bar get hired by the catholic church to investigate demonic possessions

kristen bouchard. woman of All Time. canonically bisexual psychologist mother of the best daughters ever, wants to fuck a priest so bad it makes her look stupid and also definitely murders at least one guy and probably seduces a nun. single handedly destroying the catholic church by making everyone horny

father david acosta, hot priest 2 electric boogaloo. mike colter being the softest catholic priest who also vividly hallucinates biblical visions and has sex dreams about a demonic version of his best friend

ben shakir. ben the magnificent. my perfect skeptic, my favorite special little guy who gets his head quantum fucked and starts seeing a djinn. but before that he's the driest, most reluctant demon hunter ever and the best accidental stepdad to four teenagers. ultimate girl dad. genuinely offers to kill someone for kristen but can't say I love you. if you have ben in your corner, I think you could kick god's ass

you want to watch something that isn't just another show about white dudes? the only lead who is a white dude is the villain and literally (?) a servant of satan

on that note, the ? after literally is because the show never actually confirms that any the supernatural shit is real. incredible needle to thread

the OT3 to end all OT3s. none of these people ever have sex with each other but they are SO in love and devoted to each other its insane. you think you know what a situationship looks like but you haven't seen three people have to pull over off the highway simply so they can all hug. they would kill and die for each other but mostly they sit on the floor and get drunk on tiny margaritas in a can

a nun played by andrea martin who is literally holding the braincell for the entire catholic church. she actually fights demons and is afraid of no creature in heaven or hell. I want her to be my grandma

I could go on forever and ever but you just gotta watch it. it's on paramount plus and netflix and you're gonna fall in love with it I promise

[spillthebea]

this is gonna be long booois

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i am certain of the opinion that as a thiam fandom we do not talk enough about the scene (1:48 minutes of pure ahhhhh) in season 6x17 where liam has gabe against the mirror, losing control, literally ready to snap and being almost happy to do it after mason and the pack have been shot at scott's house and all of sudden, in the reflection of the cracked mirror (i sense a symbolism i can't quite catch) OVER LIAM'S SHOULDER (LITERALLY A DEVIL/ANGEL SITUATION OMG IM GONNA F CRY AND SCREAM) Theo appears all sexy, long-sleeve black shirt, crossed arms and super calm like it is an everyday thing finding someone beating out another while their eyes are all yellow—... lol, okay technically for theo is but that's not the point! THE POINT IS that theo is calm, he doesn't demand liam's attention, he waits for liam to notice him (which i think is also theo's ex-villanesque, gay-ass dramatic flare) and my first response is to f laugh BECAUSE HOW THE F DID HE KNOW THAT LIAM WAS READY TO GET SOME BLOOD ON HIS HANDS? we know theo has a liam-sixth sense and i SWEAR ON MY NAME THAT THEO ALREADY UNDERSTOOD THAT HE IS BECOMING/HAS BECOME LIAM'S ANCHOR, so what happened there?

a) was he already going to the school? but why would he?

b) did he actually sense liam getting angry because he is tuning himself onto liam's pheromones and heartbeat? and drove to school to stop liam?

c) was he controlling/guarding liam to make sure he wont get taken/killed? (bc liam is also his anchor? bc theo wants to protect liam's innocence? bc theo CAAAAARES "you're kidding, right? i would do all of this to keep you from being taken!"/liam: "why do you keep trying save me?") and this goes hand to hand with option b)

GOING BACK TO THE SCENE, IT STARTS WITH LIAM SAYING to gabe: "do you think we will kill you? do you think we are all killers? maybe we should be!"

AND THEN LIAM SEES THEO'S REFLECTION ABOVE HIS SHOULDER BC THEO IS THAT KILLER! HE IS A SUPERNATURAL/SCIENCE-EXPERIMENT THAT CHECKS ALL THE BOXES TO WHAT THE HUNTERS ARE SCARED OF AND LIAM SAYING "maybe we should be" is saying that they should be like theo, a person they despised and didnt trust and punished for his actions. That killed and manipulated and was selfish -- meaning consequentially, liam becoming like theo (oh, did i find the symbolism of theo reflected to liam on a cracked, bloody mirror? did i?!)

and theo responds to all of that by making fun/daring/haunting liam's anger and thirst for blood by asking: "you're gonna really kill him?" bc that's what liam does to theo at the start, before starting trusting him: liam spits theo's fault and words in theo's face and theo does the same here but not with the intention to hurt liam (like liam does) but to make liam reflect that becoming a killer means actually KILLING, it is not a game, when you do that step you can't go back and then he twists the finger on that fact by adding: "i mean i dont care if you do" (reminding that theo doesnt care bc he is that killer that liam says he wants to be. he doesnt care if liam kills (LIAAAAR THEO SO MUCH WOULD, THAT'S THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE SCENE AND LIAM UNDERSTANDS IT BC HE LATER ASKS "why do you keep trying to save me?" PHYSICALLY BUT ALSO SAVING LIAM SOUUUUUUUL IM GONNA F THROW UP THESE GAAAY BITCHES I CANT I CANT) bc he is not scott almighty, theo's moral compass is fucked but he knows liam is just talking, liam cares about his moral compass so he continues with making appeal to liam's rationality aka his human side (i wont start another shit about how humans are everything beside rational but in this case they kinda are compared to their inner wolf -i vomited a lil in my mouth after writing inner wolf-): "but you thought this through?"

liam is angry, losing control, losing his rationality so theo knows he didnt think of the consequences of the actions liam was ready to do and so he starts that conversation for liam. he doesnt tell him to calm down bc that never f worked for anyone. he is acknowledging and accepting liam's anger and killing plans but still subtly offering a way out by asking if liam actually thought of it. he is not stepping onto liams anger bc liams anger honestly f makes sense after what he went and is going through and theo knows it! and theo pushes further this rationalising, this acknowledging and accepting and continues by asking: "any idea where you dump the body? no one saw you grab him, did they? because that could be a problem"

liam: "i dont care"

theo: "i dont care (LIAAAAAAR) either, at least let me help, im the one with the experience here. WE kill him, WE want to find the witnesses and kill them too" aka theo is literally gentle-boyfriending liam to that same conclusion that if you start killing it wont never end with only one person dead and liam doesnt want that AND THEO CAN ASSURE LIAM THAT LIAM DOESNT WANT THAT AND THEO KNOWS LIAM DOESNT WANT THAT BC THEO IS HAUNTED BY HIS KILLINGS TOO, EVERY NIGHT, THEO IS THE ONE WITH THE EXPERIENCE HERE! EXPERIENCE KILLING! AND DONT LET ME START ABOUT THEO'S 'if it's your problem, baby boi, it is not, it's OUR PROBLEM (bugs bunny communist meme insert here)

bc if liam really wants to go on that revenge path theo won't stop him, he will join liam so liam won't be alone, they are gonna be together with bloods on their hands...omg they are so f gay i f cant BUT THEO KNOWS LIAM DOESN'T ACTUALLY WANT TO GO THERE AND THAT'S WHEN HE TRIES TO GENTLE-STOP HIM WHILE LIAM IS BLIND BY ANGER AND CAN'T THINK ABOUT WHAT HE IS DOING AHHHHHHHH and knowing liam will regret it at the end (and not like theo regrets but genuinely regretting bc be never wanted it in the first place)

theo: "which means WE need shovels, some plastic bags, maybe a chainsaw" ... evil grocery list with theo raeken, how to dispose of bodies 101 loool

but it makes liam understand if you want to go there you need to have a plan not to get caught and let's be honest it is also to make fun of liam a little bit because that grocery list is ridiculous and ridicules liam's killing decision without the need for theo to say 'youre being a f idiot, get away from the pissing-in-his-pants asshole and calm the f down, see? when you dont think u look f stupid and make stupid decision like starting to f kill people!'

and liam lets gabe go. he looks at the cracked mirror, the blood and finally gets what he was readying himself to do bc of anger and losing control and he is pissed that theo calmed him down, that theo was right and liam doesn't want to go there and have blood on his hands : liam: "you made your point." and THEO IS STILL REFLECTED ON THE BLOODY CRACKED MIRROR OVER LIAM'S SHOULDER AHHHH (angel/devil pt.2 being liam's conscience ahhhhhhh)

and theo now got what he wanted aka liam calming down and understanding what he was ready to do BUT ALSO DIDN'T. HE DIDNT KILL GABE EVEN THO THEO WOULD HAVE UNDERSTOOD!

theo: "you didn't kill him" (and said so differently, gone is the making fun and soft theo is allll in)

THEO IS PRAISING LIAM FOR HAVING CALMED DOWN AND HAVING DONE THE RIGHT CHOICE ALOOOOONE BC THEO TOLD LIAM HE WOULD HAVE HELPED IF THAT'S WHAT LIAM REALLY F WANTED TO DO THEN THEO WOULD HAVE HELPED AND KILLED WITH HIIIM TO SHARE THE BLOOD TOGETHER AHHHHH; "it's progress"

and here we go, the question of the centuryyyyyyy! girls, the gays and the theeeeeeys, liam 'im confused and oblivious that theo is being flirting with me for an entire season but the world is going to shit and i have mixed feeling and zero time to have a bi-nic attack' asks: "why do you keep trying save me?" + "you think that will make scott forget everything you did? just let you into the pack? Scott's never gonna trust you!" (SCOTT NEVER BUT LIAM NEVER TALKED ABOUT HIMSELF UGGGGH IN F LOOOOVE)

and theo instead of saying the truth aka 'im in love with you bc youre pure and everything im not and you gave me a second chance when I would have understood if you hadnt bc im evil and i destroy everything i touch and i dont deserve nice things and you are the nicest thing i have ever had the honour to protect and touch and look at and admire and the world crashes onto you and spits in ur face but you are still trying to be kind and good and im want to drive with you anywhere, just look into your eyes in silence at a red light', he says "you might want to remember what Scott's goal has been all along, keep people alive!"

AND THEN GABE INTERRUPTS MY BABIES with "you should try harder" ...babe no one cares about u right now, shut uppp BUT he initiates another funny scene where theo 'i do not want Liam's hands to be dirty with blood BUT OH LOOK! MINE ALREADY ARE BITCH' + 'anything for you, beyonce (aka liam)' and dont let me start theo looks at gabe so disgusted ahahah

gabe spills the tea about the killings, liam looks at theo like 'you f hear this bitch, babe' AND THEO STEPS NEARER LIAM KINDA LIKE ALREADY WANTING TO PROTECT HIM FROM WHAT IS TO COME: "know what?" he is so pissed i love my gay baby

when gabe does not respond, theo sends a look at liam AND THEN GRABS GABE TO SMASH HIS FACE (AGAIN LOL) AGAINST THE MIRROR BC I REPEAT, HE WANTS LIAM CLEAN BUT THEO IS ALREADY F FULL OF BLOOD, WHAT IS SOME LIGHT TORTURE FOR HIM? AND LIAM DOES NOT CARE THAT THEO IS LIGHT TORTURING GABE LOL (... it's progress, eheh)

theo looks at liam, liam looks at theo (they are in love, your honour) and fin.

one minute and 48 seconds of pure queerness and so much understanding and love and i cant i cant THIS SCENE SHOULD BE MORE TALKED ABOUT, I LOVE MY POST-ZOO SCENE AND THEO'S SOFT SMILE BUT THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE!!!

theo really said let me maintain your hands clean and your soul pure and use mine, im gonna be your claws bc my hands were created for it, to kill and theo did but now he can do it for good and to make liam never go through that path bc theo doesnt care to be alone on there if it means that liam never will be (I LOVE MY GAY SOOOOON)

[spitefulsatanfics]

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐝 “𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮” ❞

a soft & fluffy hunter headcanon collection by little devil 🥀

pairings: Dean Winchester x She/Her Reader | Sam Winchester x She/Her Reader | Castiel x She/Her Reader tone: soft, fluffy, heartfelt, romantic theme: established relationships, hunter x hunter dynamics, first “I love you” moments rating: PG-13 (just romantic language & emotional intimacy)

🌟 Dean Winchester

Scenario: It happens after a hunt—just you, him, and the stars overhead.

The town's been saved. Salt burned. Monsters dead. You and Dean are leaning on Baby's hood in the middle of nowhere, boots in gravel, whiskey shared between fingers. The moonlight's brushing across his features just right, highlighting that freckle near his jaw and the soft weariness behind his eyes.

You throw a pebble at the road. “Think they’ll ever invent a job that doesn’t involve bleeding?”

Dean chuckles, looking sideways at you. “What, like a monster barista?”

“Exactly. Ghosts get lattes. Vampires can’t tip.”

His laugh fades into something quieter. “Y’know, I was real messed up before I met you.”

You glance over. He’s staring up at the stars now, jaw clenched—but not like he’s mad. Just… sorting through something heavy.

“Didn’t think someone like me got to have this.” “Dean, you’ve always—” “Let me say it.” His voice cracks, just a little. “Just once, okay?”

He turns, eyes glassy and green-gold in the starlight, and you’ve never seen him look so sure.

“I love you, Y/N.” “Like, I really love you. The whole ugly, bleeding-heart, stupid-in-the-rain kind of love.”

You blink. “Stupid in the rain?”

He grins, his eyes wet. “I’d stand in a damn hurricane for you.”

📚 Sam Winchester

Scenario: It happens quietly—during research, of all things.

You’re cross-legged in the bunker’s library, highlighters in your hair, surrounded by lore books and empty mugs of coffee. Sam’s beside you, sleeves rolled, eyes deep in a demonology tome—except… he’s not reading.

He’s watching you. Quietly. Softly. Like a prayer he doesn’t think he deserves to whisper.

You look up. “What?”

“Nothing.” He clears his throat. “Just… you’ve got ink on your cheek.”

You reach to wipe it, miss. He leans forward, thumb brushing over your skin, and leaves his hand there a beat too long. Something shifts.

“You okay?” you ask, squinting.

He nods, but the smile is crooked. “Yeah. I just… been thinking about saying something.”

“We’ve been through Hell. Literally. Lost people. Nearly lost each other.” “And I kept waiting for the ‘right’ time but—I think this is it.” “Right here. Surrounded by cursed books and bad coffee.”

He leans in, forehead resting against yours, voice just above a whisper:

“I love you.” “I love your sarcasm. Your strength. Your mind. Even the way you alphabetize your monster files.”

You snort. “That’s the sexiest part, obviously.”

His breathy laugh makes your stomach flip. He kisses you like he’s been waiting years.

🕊 Castiel

Scenario: It happens after a near-death experience—classic Winchester timing.

You were reckless. Took a hit meant for him. Blood on your shirt, shoulder torn, and Cas is kneeling beside you in the bunker hallway like he’s witnessing the end of the world.

“Why did you do that?” he asks, voice trembling. “Why would you risk yourself for me?”

You grit your teeth. “Because I couldn’t lose you.”

He heals you, hands glowing against your skin, and something inside him breaks open. You feel it in the air—crackling, electric, sacred.

“Y/N…” “Yeah?” “There is… something I must say. I’ve been afraid. Not of the words, but what they mean. What they will change.”

He pauses. Looks at you like you're the only being he's ever chosen willingly.

“I love you.” “Not as a soldier. Not as a mission. I love you… as a man. As me.” “And I will love you in every timeline. Every life. If Heaven falls. If I fall. Always.”

You don’t cry. You shatter. But only because you’ve never felt this safe.

You whisper it back. He breathes, like your voice resurrected him.

💘 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Three words. Three hearts. And a lifetime of shared hunts, motel lights, safe hands, and “come home to me.”

[strawberrybunnystuff]

Outlast Characters Reacting To You Having Thick Thighs

Synopsis: They see your thick thighs firsthand and react to you by calling them to lie down with their heads on them.

Franco Barbi

Being the eccentric flirt that Franco is, he would waste no time in complimenting your enormous thighs. His gaze goes indiscreetly straight to them.

"Madonna mia...those thighs came straight out of a Renaissance painting!"

Franco is so dramatic that he kneels in front of them while sliding and stroking your beautiful thighs.

"So full...so firm...la mia musa ispiratrice...you really know the power you have, don't you? And you know how to use it to drive me crazy."

He would literally treat you like a muse straight out of a sculpted work of art. Make no mistake, he doesn't have only pure intentions with this...

You asking him to lie on your thighs:

Franco is very surprised when you ask him. His eyes are so wide as if he were having the last and only chance to touch a true living masterpiece.

"Oh, how beautiful! Such a divine invitation can only come from the goddess Venus herself."

Franco approaches as he slowly lays his head on her thighs, closing his eyes while smiling charmingly.

"So I can die happy, among this living marble and the perfume of paradise."

Leland Coyle

This dirty cop, first analyzes you. From bottom to top, his eyes run over the flesh of your thighs, then the crooked smile appears at the corner of his lips, his eyes fixed on the space between what you are wearing underneath and the curve of your thighs.

"You really are a naughty little thing, huh?"

He approaches you, with his hand on his belt, lightly tapping it with his finger.

"Have you ever thought about what might happen if you keep teasing me like this?"

Even using his tough cop pose and sunglasses that hide his eyes, you know he is charged with sexual tension.

Leland sees your thighs as a promise to himself. A provocation. This is a game he needs to win.

You calling him to lie on your thighs:

Leland is surprised by your call but soon finds it amusing and mischievous. He crosses his arms in the pose of resistance and arches his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to lie down there? Are you trying to reverse the roles, huh?"

Your resistance doesn't last even minutes. He sighs and then gives in as he approaches you. When his head rests on your thighs, he says:

"Only because I'm addicted to those damn legs..."

And then he turns his face to the side to lightly rub his cheek against your skin, sly as a risky cat that has surrendered to affection.

Mother Gooseberry

Gooseberry is a discreet indiscreet when it comes to her thick thighs. Gooseberry lets out a sweet giggle as she has her burning gaze of sadistic and possessive desire on you.

"So beautiful... so fleshy... so mine..."

Gooseberry will not resist. She kneels down as she runs her cold hands with her sick affection over your legs.

"My dear, you were made to be idolized... and used."

Gooseberry admires your thighs as if they were a throne - where she wanted to spend all eternity kneeling while delighting herself like a decadent and insane queen.

You call to lie on your thighs:

Gooseberry widens her eyes for a second, quite surprised but enchanted. Your gesture catches her off guard and in a way. She smiles with that possessive and passionate way and air.

"Ah, my doll...calling me and wanting to pamper me, is that it?"

She approaches with her false delicacy and subtlety.

And with an enchanting sigh, she lies down with her head on his lap completely in adoration while stroking his thighs as if she were playing art.

The Night Hunter

He is a born observer of all things, the first thing he does is observe. For a long time.

But when he approaches you, the air around him becomes denser almost like a beast approaching.

"...you know what you're doing to me, don't you?..."

His voice is hoarse and low.

When his fingers touch between the skin of your thighs, it's like a reverence - but also with a hidden brutal desire.

"These curves...follow me to our deepest nightmares. I don't want to wake up. Ever."

He is a silent predator, but always intense - and your thighs only make his obsession with you grow even more.

You call to lie on your thighs:

He freezes. Your gesture of slapping your own thighs with your own hands leaves him hypnotized.

He kneels in front of your legs. His eyes shine intensely. When he rests his head on your thighs, his eyes close directly. - As if that place became the only place in the world where he could have peace in the world.

You feel his breathing stop being heavy on your skin.

"Here...", he murmurs. "The only place where I don't hear the screams."

Eddie Gluskin

The perfect husband who is mesmerized and obsessed with your legs. Literally.

"Those... those legs..." - Eddie swallows hard.

"They're made to be in a white dress on a wedding night. Only for me."

He wants exclusivity, he wants to mold you into his ideal wife - but the fascination he has for your thighs makes him more vulnerable than he wants to admit. It's dangerous if anyone else sees.

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He freezes for a second, his cheeks flush slightly, but then smiles as he looks at you full of possessive desire.

"My beautiful bride wants to spoil me, is that it?"

Eddie kneels slowly, like a proper knight before his princess, and gently touches his face.

"You are absolutely perfect for me..."

But inside he is already planning to keep this scene locked away for their eyes only.

Richard Tranger

Always using his sarcastic tone and full of double meanings, Tranger couldn't stop joking about this situation.

"Damn, honey. Do I need scissors or just a warning collar to put around your neck?"

He would make a lot of jokes, but he would be genuinely attracted to them - the kind that pulls you without warning onto his lap and says:

"Come here, before I forget how to behave."

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He lets out a loud laugh, arching his eyebrow with pure sensual mockery.

"Wow... now this is a VIP service."

Tranger throws himself unceremoniously, with his head on your lap and lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"You can even forget about the corporate massacre here with these luxury pillows."

But his fingers are already running along your thighs in a very mischievous way.

Chris Walker

Chris would be the definition of pure instinct. When he notices your thighs, his gaze hardens, his body stiffens, his muscles harden.

He doesn't say anything. He just growls softly, like a warning.

If another man dares to look, Chris's intimidating presence imposes itself like an indestructible concrete wall between you.

But with you, he approaches slowly while his huge hands rest on your legs. Protection. Desire. Dominance.

You call out to lie down on your thighs:

Chris hesitates. His eyes fix on your thighs, then on your face. He seems uncertain...but only for a second.

"Are you sure?..."

When you nod your head in agreement, he finally approaches and lies down carefully, as if you were something fragile that could break if pressed too hard.

He doesn't speak anymore - he just closes his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of happiness and peace, feeling your warmth and security.

Father Martin

Martin tries to pretend he doesn't care, but he wouldn't resist for long. He would try to see it as something "spiritual".

"The body is truly a divine creation...but it's the soul that enchants me."

But it's a lie - The truth is, he prays fervently after seeing you pass by. His eyes unintentionally travel down your sensual curves, and he whispers to himself.

"Sin has never been so irresistible and beautiful..."

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He tries to disguise the forbidden desire that rises through his body.

"This...is a test, isn't it?"

But when you insist, Martin slowly gives in, resting his head with his eyes closed and a devout expression.

"The body...is an altar. And I, a faithful disciple."

He murmurs it like a prayer, but you feel the slight tremor in his fingers touching your thigh.

Val

Val is a worshipper of the human body - hers, yours, anyone who exudes lust and temptation - and it would be no different with you.

"You are blessed with this temple... and I want to worship every part of it."

He will praise, touch and tease.

"You are rebellious and pleasure in the flesh."

And if anyone else dares to comment, she turns her gaze away with deadly coldness.

"You are my offering, not theirs."

You call to lie on your thighs:

Val smiles, like a snake that has just seen its haste coiling around its tail.

"Ahh... you want to be worshipped, hm?"

She approaches with lust in her eyes and lays her head down as if claiming her throne.

"This... lets me feel all of you... all your beauty... and all your temptation..."

She holds your waist tightly, breathing deeply as if absorbing your essence.

Marta

Marta is firm in herself and her ideologies, but she still has intensity and is not blind. She sees, feels, and her desire manifests itself in the form of obsession.

"Those legs..." - she murmurs almost without self-control.

"Don't tease me, girl. Or I won't answer for myself."

She would act as if she were fighting against her desire - but deep down, she wants you to keep teasing her. Just so she can test how much she can take.

You call her to lie on your thighs:

Marta blinks, she is in conflict with herself. She wants this so much - but her rigid nature resists.

"This is impure..."

But her voice trembles, and when you insist gently, she gives in.

With heavy steps, she kneels and lies down slowly, her eyes fixed on yours.

"Only you... have this power over me."

She holds her legs tightly, as if afraid that this moment will slip away.

Frank Manera

Frank stares at your thighs without any subtlety. Frank is hungry and his eyes, carnal desire.

"Thighs like that... were made to crush. Made for domination."

He approaches, running his fingers over his own blood-stained lips.

"Do you want me to kneel or surrender, huh?"

With Frank everything becomes animalistic. He would lick, squeeze, and look at you as if he had found the true meaning of life between your sensual legs.

You calling him to lie down on your thighs:

He stops in the middle of whatever he was doing. The sound of your palms on his thighs makes his eyes narrow like a predator sniffing out the provocation.

"Do you want me to lie down there? Are you calling me to become your puppy now?"

He approaches with a wild smile, but there is something almost... hidden. Frank kneels down with his head heavy and rests his head on your thighs with a guttural purr.

"I bet it's more comfortable than any pillow I've ever had."

He laces his fingers between your legs, breathing deeply, as if the scent of your skin is a soothing agent for his insanity.

Loutermilch

He tries to behave. He tries. But his gaze betrays the dirty mind behind his polite facade.

"You know you're using this against me, don't you?"

He swallows hard, almost irritated by his own desire, but he approaches you anyway.

"Your manners...and your body...are testing me."

You notice his hand tremble as it approaches your thighs, as if it were touching something sacred - or dangerously forbidden. And when he gives in, his touch is desperate and needy.

You call him to lie down on your thighs:

He freezes. Your boldness in your gesture moves him in a way that mixes anger, lust and submission.

"You're playing with fire."

But even saying that, he can't resist. His tension melts away when his head rests on your thighs.

His eyes close slowly, his mouth parting as if it were a sin to be there.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for leaving me like this... so helpless."

And the way he holds her legs reveals everything - he would never admit it, but that's where he feels most human.

Walrider

As an entity, the Walrider does not have carnal desires like a normal human... but you? You would provoke instinctive reactions in him.

Your thick thighs would draw his attention, and he would circle you invisibly, sending a chill down your spine.

He would appear in flashes - a shadow in the mirror, a reflection that passes...

You calling him to lie down on your thighs:

You can't see him - but you feel him. The air grows colder, the atmosphere heavier. When you pat his thighs, with a smile on your face, a tremor starts in the room.

Suddenly, he partially materializes - a translucent silhouette pulsating with energy. His rational entity fighting against desire.

He says nothing but his ethereal form obeys, slowly lowering itself until his head floats above your thighs.

You feel an electric sensation run through your body as he lies down, as if you had lain down with a tamed thunder.

Rudolf Wernicke

Wernicke is not blind to physical charm, but he analyzes before reacting.

When he sees you with those striking thighs, he cleans his glasses, frowning.

"Curious...there is power and control in your posture, my dear."

But internally, he fights against a thousand scientific and impure thoughts.

You call to lie on your thighs:

This old scientist slowly looks up from the book he was reading. When he sees you with that cheeky look and patting your thighs, he frowns, but an imperceptible little smile appears.

"Well, well...are you trying to distract me from my studies?"

He slowly gets up, approaches and slides his cold fingers up your leg.

"I must admit...it would be an interesting experiment."

And then, he gently lays his head on your thighs, exhaling a deep breath.

Miles Upshur

Miles tries to keep his composure. He's observant, sensitive...but your thighs awaken the most hidden side of him.

You call to lie on your thighs:

When you give him those damn inviting pats, he freezes for seconds, swallows hard.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

He sits on your feet, his eyes running over the curves of your legs until he finally rests his head on the side above them.

"I could stay here forever."

His fingers trace slow lines up and down your thighs.

Waylon Park

This poor man blushes instantly. He's the sweetest, but that doesn't mean he's not melting through his clothes when he sees your curves.

"Jesus, honey..."

He tries to hide it by scratching the back of his neck, trying to look calm, but his eyes still devour you silently.

You call him to lie down on your thighs:

Waylon enters the same room as you while holding a mug of coffee and almost drops it when he sees you calling him in that provocative way.

"Baby?! You...damn."

His face turns red, and he chuckles nervously.

"Do you want me to lie down there?...like, now?!"

You slap his thighs again impatiently and he drops everything and comes to you, as if this were the only chance to obtain a sacred privilege.

"Best pillow in the world..."

He lies down, pressing his face against your soft thighs. Completely in love.

Sullivan Knoth

Sullivan is a true religious fanatic...but you? You're his favorite temptation. Your thighs unsettle him, and he stares with wide eyes and heavy breathing.

"Divine creature...but made in the image of sin."

You beckoning to lie on his thighs:

Knoth is reading his scriptures when you sit down in front of him and begin to pat your own flesh.

He stares at you, with those eyes that condemn yet desire, full of moral conflict. But when you call to him so sweetly and provocatively...he can't resist.

He closes his eyes for a second as he murmurs.

"Damned temptation...and yet, divine."

He kneels as if to pray but instead, slowly lays his head on your thighs.

"Condemned or not, I want heaven between your legs."

Jeremy Blaire

Blaire already has a highly inflated ego, but your thick thighs really take his breath away. He gives that mischievous smile as he adjusts his tie.

"You really know what you're doing, don't you?"

You call him to lie on your thighs:

Blaire enters adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, all starched, ready to brag...until he sees you.

Sitting, thighs crossed, giving those slow pats.

He raises his eyebrows visibly interested.

"Is that an invitation...or an order?"

You repeat the same gesture but now with a little smile. He approaches, takes off his blazer with class and bends down.

"I hope you know the power you have on your legs, baby."

His head rests on your thighs, and he closes his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

"I deserve that after a day full of idiots."

[lidiaissunlit]

how the gods/goddesses treat their children

a/n: hi, i got this idea while reading tlo, also i'm at a party rn and uploading on tumblr lol hope you enjoyyy

zeus: holds you to such a high standard, which is his way of showing how he cares for you. would definitely threaten you with lightening bolts if he thought you did him dirty :heart eyes:

poseidon: he always smells like salt and sunscreen, is a good dad when he's around. gives good warm hugs. watches each of his children but doesnt help you as much because he wants you to be resourceful and independent

demeter: a typical doting mother, reminds you to eat your vegetables and work hard during training. just don't catch her on a bad day (yikes) but she genuinely wants the best for all of her kids

ares: such a proud dad, the type to give you a noogie everytime he sees you. helping you at every twist and turn, and always correcting your fighting style. "hey, i saw you practicing earlier, and i thought i should mention..."

athena: fiercly protective of her children. always calm, always giving the best advice, and always expecting you to give your all. though she is strong in her sense of justice, and will hold you accountable in your actions

apollo: you leave each other haikus. honestly he's TOO chill of a dad, too lax and no real expectations for you. he is always down to hear your music or poems, or see your art.

artemis: spends so much time with you, would literally lay her life on the line for any of her hunters. her animals ARE your siblings. she is actually hilarious, you all get a kick out of pranking her brother apollo

hephaestus: not a very personable father. he cares in his own special way. always says something eerily cynical when he sees you like "glad to see you're still kicking, i guess" like ?? thanks dad?? he does feel proud to have kids with such ingenuity

aphrodite: believes children are bright minds just ready to be taught about light and love in the world. extremely motherly and affectionate towards her children. usually meddling in her childrens lives, convincing them that their dreams are just within reach

hermes: honestly a really good dad, very caring about his children and their parents. takes being a dad very seriously and it's important to him that he does right by his children to his very best ability. he hates that he can't be more involved and helpful in his kid's lives

dionysus: pretends not to care about his kids, but really really does. always helping in little secretive ways whenever he can. if you thanked him for this, he would either say he barely lifted a finger or he didn't know what you were talking about

hades: he isn't the most fatherly type but he doesnt tolerate disrespect towards his kids because that means disrespecting him. he is very critical of his kids, and only really treats you with respect once you make him proud