#silas imagine

[francis-writes]

Dating Silas HCs NSFW with fem!reader

As you can guess, the only option for you to engage in any unholy activities is if Silas leaves the Opus Dei. Other way he wouldn't even think about breaking his vows of celibacy and betraying his church. He may see leaving the monastery as a sin but official and blessed by God marriage is still a better way to live than having an affair while staying in the organisation.

Silas has some experience with women from the times before he went to jail but they were mostly sex workers, sometimes stranger girls who left right after the act. Anyway, he isn't completely clueless and has some basic knowledge about woman's body but he's also kind of lost and uneducated in these topics. He still has the trauma from jail so it takes a lot of time before Silas gets used to intimacy.

He's very classical - or rather conservative - in bed and prefers to do it in the missionary position. But even beside the fact that it's the most traditional position, he likes it because it let him be very close to you.

He has a thing for domination but it may take some time before he finally acknowledges and admits it. It's a bit hard for him to accept his kinks and decide to try something new in bed but when it eventually happens...

He likes to choke you. No, I won't discuss this. Just sometimes when you make love, he grabs your throat and squeezes it - never tight enough to really hurt you or to make you lose consciousness.

Silas prefer to be on top and hardly ever lets you take control. He always presses you to the bed with his massive body (uhh, sorry, my size kink is showing up) and likes to pin your hands over your head.

As he doesn't like PDA, Silas also would never have public or semi-public sex. He's a very private person and he doesn't want any people (especially complete strangers) to know anything about your sexual life. On this same note he doesn't want you to talk about your relations with friends.

Actually doesn't like to fuck you from behind. Silas wants to be able to maintain eye contact with you and also these positions seem a bit less intimate to him? Like, he wants to make love specifically with you and when you're back to him, caressing your body becomes a harder task.

[crazycometspecular]

Silas B. with a C.

[antonymziie]

i cannot stop. i needed to make this

[ajcrawly]

[sofiaruelle]

Oh? A Customer?

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

I saw a Youtube comment talking about how, in the episode "Crosscross," Silas was able to track Jack's location and personal info via social media, so why didn't the Decepticons just do THAT all this time, so they could track the humans/Autobot base?

Then all the commenters agreed that it's because the CAPTCHA "I am not a robot" thing actually works on Decepticons, because they are, in fact robots.

I love this and it shall now be my crack headcanon.

(In all seriousness, I actually don't think it's a plot hole. I think it's a great example of the Decepticons' characterization.

The real reason Decepticons never tried social media tracking is because they're too proud to use human technology. To them, it's considered "inferior."

I'm fascinated by the idea that, if they hadn't underestimated human technology, they could have found all these Autobot secrets, like the location of their base and humans, EASILY. But they never bothered, because "oh, that's worthless human tech."

Keep in mind, in one episode, Starscream actually did explore the human internet, and almost located Bumblebee that way, but the others made fun of him for it (the tap-dancing monkey incident) so we can see they don't respect it enough to give it their time.

It also kinda shows how MECH, to some extent, has an advantage against the Autobots because they're all humans, and are therefore better aquatinted with Earth. Even Airachnid didn't realize social media would be a useful weapon until Silas explained it to her. The Decepticons are obviously more powerful since they're giant aliens, but MECH uses their humanity and Earth knowledge as their greatest strength. It's kinda neat.

[heartfullofleeches]

[Cannibalism, Masochism, Yan being mean to Darling but it's for their own good (not)]

Silas [Immortal Yan] feeding parts of himself to cannibal/monster Darling - only issue is he never actually tells them he can never die and regenerates the parts they eat - shoving his fingers down their throat or making them dinner only to lift up his shirt and reveal the healing patches of skin across his body. Gets off on their cries about how they're such an awful person and a monster for having to eat other humans to survive. They're so adorable with their tears and his blood running down their face.

Even better if they have fangs. Silas asks Cannibal Darling for kisses praying they'll bite his tongue off of he pushes it far enough into their mouth. He asks for blowjobs for a similar reason because he's a fucking freak - choking them on his cock in an attempt to make them gag and bite down by reflex.

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Cannibal Darling: T-t...this burger is really good, Sil. What kind of meat did you use?

[Silas smiles at them]

Cannibal Darling: .....S...silas?

[Red stains slowly seep through the front of his hoodie]

Cannibal Darling: Silas ..... What did you put in thi-

Silas: Love.

[corvid-khaos]

SILAS BIRCHTREE, LOCAL GOD

[fandoms--fluff]

Can you do a tvd x teenage Salvatore reader

Comfy

Female teenage Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore (+others)

Warnings: swearing?

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"Come on you have to get up" Stefan says sitting on your bed beside where your laying.

"Go away it's too early for this shit" you mumbled into your pillow.

Stefan sighed and took the blanket off of you, solving the mystery of where one of his favorite sweaters went, you're wearing it.

"Come on its either the easy way or the hard way" He said knowing full well you can hear him.

You didn't respond and he reached over to you and pulled your body into his lap. "The hard way it is then."

He stood up carrying you and went downstairs where Damon was sitting. By the time he got there, you were almost fully dozed off again if it wasn't for Damon throwing a pillow at your face to wake you up again. You just responded by holding up a middle finger at your older brother and then snuggling into your other older brother, going back into the comfortable position you were in before.

"You realize you do have to change before we leave the house, right?" Damon raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"Who said I was leaving?" You groaned, not wanting to leave and get out of your comfy clothes.

"We are. Everyone is meeting at Elena's house, we need to talk about the problem on our hands" Stefan says, putting you down on the armchair next to a stack of books that needed to be put back, on the ground.

"Whyyyy, so what? there's another doppelganger, big whoopty-doo" You rolled your eyes, actually not minding Silas because he was entertaining at least.

"Too bad, you're going" Damon said, putting his drink down.

You begrudgingly walk up the steps to Elena's house. You still have Stefan's sweater on, only changing from your sleep pants to dark wash, flared jeans.

When you walked in, you immediaetly make you're way down the hallway and to the left where Jeremy is playing video games. You sat down next to him after you grabbed a controller from the coffee table.

The two of you quickly immersed into the shooting game, completely forgetting the point of the whole friend group meet-up.

"Where are Jeremy and Y/n?" Caroline asked, looking around the room, not seeing the two sixteen year olds (you, biologically). "Playing video games in the next room" Elena sighed. She tried to get you guys to stop, but failed and walked away, not in the mood to fight with two moody teenagers who both don't want to socialize except with each other for some reason.

"Then I'll be right back" Caroline said.

She walked down the hall and over to the both of you. She stood in front of the tv, but before either of you could say anything, she grabbed both your guys' left ears.

She pulled you guys by your ears to the living room. "Hey!" you both exclaimed at the same time, not happy about being pulled away from your secluded area.

The next three hours are the most boring and long hours both you and Jeremy have ever had to endure. Well, before you fell asleep on top of each other and no one noticed after those couple of hours.

[purerae]

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YANDERE!DEMON X ANGEL!READER (GN) // PT1

warnings ;; possessive behaviour, yandere themes, i have no real knowledge of how demons nd angels work pls forgive me !!

req by ;; @kenji-sato <3

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who’s literally the most charming and prettiest demon in the whole dimension. He was made to seduce humans into giving into their lust and committing sins.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who views both humans and angels unappealing to look at. Humans are too…morally gray and act like they know it all. While angels believe they know better than the ‘dirty little demons’. He thinks that angels are hypocrites

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who was minding his business, sneaking around places in the spiritual world until his eyes land on you. You looked so innocent, so naive, so easy to corrupt.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who slyly walks up to you when you reach a dead end and puts an arm against the wall. He gives you a wild cheshire grin, as his horns flare up and his devils tail tickles under your chin. “What’s an Angel doing out here? Causing trouble~? We don’t want another fallen one down here do we cutie?~”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who gets taken back when you’re literally the most friendly being on earth. Angels normally give him a dirty look and curse him for being on the devils side but..you…you’re just so nice????

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who literally combusts when he hears your voice. You introduce yourself with the cutest smile hes ever seen??? Why does he want to go on his knees for you??? did you bless him with some spell??? If he had to make up a heaven, He’d just put your face and voice everywhere.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who goes redder than hellfire but covers it up with a smirk and goes back to his normal charismatic ways. Flirting with you while you just softly giggle at him. (stop giggling or he will whimper and scream, this mf is in love with you in first sight)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who now follows you around everywhere. Unfortunately you tend to hang around the higher levels of angels who seem to be very protective of you so he has to be sneaky. You’re just so cute… Why do you have to be the purest thing in the world :( Let him corrupt you so you guys can be together forever in hell!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who snarls at the angels telling you to avoid him. Who do they think they are. You’re the only one worthy of the true definition of an angel. The rest are mindless followers. You are the only one who’s worthy in his heart.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who hasn’t visited the human world in a while. Too focused on you, he forgets to lure humans in and corrupt them. You made him dumb in love !

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who always tries to take the lead, holding your hand, making you sit on his lap, whispering sensually in your ears. But you don’t get flustered. So why does he have to get flustered at the bare minimum you do! Why does he melt into a puddle when you smile at him?!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who thought being a demon was the best thing in the universe and he would rather burn in holy water than be an angel, thinks about being good for you. If he decides to change his ways back into being the pretentious angels then maybe he could be around you more. and protect you from the stupid angels.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who gets angry when he realises he’s not the only demon you’re nice too. What do you mean you scold other demons for hurting themselves?? What do you mean you have inside jokes with them?? What do you mean you hang out with the other demons and they act soft around you too?? It was supposed to be him. Just him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who’s had enough of you being nice to everyone. He needs to have you all to himself. No demons. No angels. No humans. You don’t need anyone. You only need him.

“Angel~ Come here, I need to show ya’ something!”

purerae<3

[darkbluekies]

You can't hide from me

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: how could you ever think that you could escape Silas? He'll always find you because after all ... you can't hide from him. He has eyes everywhere.

Warnings: kidnapping, yandere, unhealthy relationships, guns, panic attack(?), mentions of getting punished in the end, criminals, mentions of death, humiliation

Word count: 2.5k

Silas arms are lying around your waist like a cage, breathing down your neck. His chest is glued to your back with his hands tightly together over your stomach to make you stay in place. You can't breathe, but you're not sure if that's the chokehold he has you in or his suffocating presence. All you know is that you have to leave. He came home an hour ago, drenched in more blood than you've ever seen. He's showered twice because you forced him to fo it again when he came out claiming he was clean … but it still feels like he is covered. 

You've been planning this for a while. You're going to break into Silas’s safe and take the money you need, take Silas’s car and go to the airport. You know that if you ever want to get away from him, you need to leave the country for a while. If he can’t find you, maybe he’ll give up after a while. Your moral tells you that you shouldn’t steal the money and the car, but the devil camping on your shoulder mutters that after everything Silas has done to you, you should be allowed to take something from him. After all, he’s taken everything from you. 

You carefully pry Silas arms off of you. He grunts and hugs you closer. You squeeze your eyes together in frustration. The embrace causes your heart to beat quicker in pure fear. If they don’t leave you soon, you’ll start to have a panic attack and then he’ll wake up … and then you’ll not be able to leave. The second Silas knows that you’re not feeling well, you’ll have even more eyes on you. That’s the least thing you need now.

You try to pry his muscular arms off again. This time, you manage to get out of the bed. Silas start to move in bed, quickly noticing that something’s missing. With your heart in your throat, you look around for something to put in his grasp. You take your pillow and stuff it in his arms. 

Every motion is quiet and terrified. You’re horrified you’ll turn around and see him stand right behind you with his death glare, ready to throw you back into the basement. You’d rather die than end up there again. You don’t think you can take another day, week or month in the basement. To be fair, you never know how long you’re down there. One time you entered when the snow was falling outside and came out when the first flowers bloomed. 

You dress yourself in a pair of gray sweatpants and black hoodie, shove some necessities into your backpack, grab Silas’ keys and sneak out of the room, silently hoping that the floor planks won’t snitch you out. The only reason you’re able to sneak out of the room is because of how well you’ve been acting lately. You’ve finally gained Silas’s trust! He doesn’t lock the bedroom door anymore and doesn't keep you chained to the bedpost. 

The house is filled with men ready to put a bullet in intruders heads … hopefully they won’t think you’re a thief if they notice you. Thankfully, the ones who aren’t asleep are working in the office. You run past and unlock the front door. When the door is unlocked with the key, the alarm doesn't go off. You’ve learned that the hard way.

You jump into Silas’s black car, put in the keys and start the engine. The car roars like a beast. You gasp loudly. 

“No, no, no!” you breathe out. “Shh, please! Fucking monster car!”

Quickly, you drive out of the driveway, out onto the street. Most of the time you hate that there aren’t any buildings nearby, but tonight, you’re happy that there’s no one that can see you escape. No one that can snitch you out. 

You pull up the map on the screen in the front of the car, following the GPS to get to the airport. Your hands are sweating on the steering wheel. Every car you see in the rear view mirror seems to be Silas’s men, but you tell yourself that you’re being paranoid.

You suddenly realize that the car can be tracked and that one of the cars behind you could very well be one of Silas’ men … or Silas himself. You shiver at the thought. When they track the car to the airport’s parking lot, you need to be on the first best flight. 

As soon as you park, you run through the airport, going through security and booking a last minute flight to who-knows-where. You didn’t even check. You cover your face with the hood of your black hoodie to hide your face, scared that someone, anyone could recognize you. You know that Silas could have contacts anywhere. Anyone could work for him. 

When you slump down on one of the benches in the waiting area by your gates, you can finally breathe out. Everything’s going to be okay, you tell yourself, you’re going to be safe now. Soon, you’ll be out of the country, away from Silas. 

You look at the clock. Three am. Your flight to who-knows-where leaves at five. With a yawn, you cross your arms and sink down in your seat. A few minutes of sleep shouldn’t do much harm. 

“Boss, wake up!” second in command shouts and slaps Silas across the face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he shouts and grabs the man by the collar, wrestling him down into the mattress. “Slapping me, are we? I’m going-”

“Silas, wait, wait! Listen! Y/N’s gone!”

He freezes and quickly looks around the empty room in horror. “Gone?”

“Yes, when the men looked at the security footage this morning, they left the house and took your car!”

“My car?” Silas hurries up from the bed and grabs a pair of black pants and white shirt. “Where did they go? We have to find them!”

“One of our colleagues just messaged us that they were seen at the airport. They work there at the cargo department. Before you freak out, they’ve banned their passport. They can’t leave the country and if they try to leave the airport, the security on our side will take them aside for you.”

Silas smiles cruelly. “My stupid, little baby thinks they can escape me? How silly. I’m going to make them regret being born. Let’s go get them home.”

“You should eat something.”

“Geetting this fucking treatment when waking up is better than an energy drink. Shut up now and go get the other car. I’m not wasting a single second.”

You can see the sun rise outside the big windows and the airplane coming to the gate. When it’s boarding, you walk over to the lady by the check in. She scans your passport and frowns. 

“I’m sorry, but it seems like your passport has been blacklisted”, she says.

“What?” you ask in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be. I haven’t done …” Realization kicks in. “Shit!”

“What?”

“N-Nothing.”

You grab your bag and back away, heart hammering in your ears. Someone recognized you! You’re not safe here. You have to get out of here quickly before they alert Silas. 

Just as you’re about to run, you can see two security guards marching over to you. In horror, you stumble backwards, shaking your head as tears start to run down your cheeks. 

“N-No, please!” you shout in desperation, voice breaking with panic. 

The other passengers look at you with pity in their eyes. For them, this is just another airport freak out … but for you? The end of the world. The men grab your arms firmly. 

“Be nice now”, one of them says. “Come with us without resistance and we won’t have any trouble.”

“Hell no!” you shout and start to kick. “Leave me alone!”

They start dragging you with them. You make yourself as much of an inconvenience as possible. You make yourself as heavy as possible, you kick and scratch and twist. They don’t budge. Panic is spreading like fire in your veins when you realize that they’re not using a taser on you or anything that could ‘calm’ you down. They’re definitely working for Silas. 

They drag you throughout the airport until you reach a closed off area used for staff only. An empty white room. You’re thrown into the corner. 

“You’re a little bitch, aren’t you?” one of the men says, massaging his hand. “Got in a few scratches there.”

You curl up into a ball in the corner of the empty, white room, wishing that you could melt into the walls. Your body is shaking as you hug yourself tightly with tears running down your cheeks. 

“You work for him, don’t you?” you whisper with a thick voice, not looking up from the floor. 

“What a little genius you are”, the other man says.

You’re silent for the next thirty minutes. If people didn’t know better, they’d think that you were a statue. When the men leave the room, you glance up at the closed door. 

“Good morning, sir”, one of the security guards says. 

“Good morning”, he says shortly. 

You gulp at his harsh voice. He’s going to kill you. 

“Are they in here?” he asks.

“Yes, they tried to run away, but we managed to catch them”, one of the security men says. 

“Are they hurt?”

“No.”

“Good. Stay here, I’m going to talk to them alone.”

You flinch when the door handle presses down. Quickly, you look away and start to tremble again. In the corner of your eye you can see a pair of legs and the bottom of a black coat entering, closing the door behind. He sighs heavily, making you whimper involuntarily. 

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” he murmurs and squats down in front of you. 

You turn your head away and press your body closer to the wall. He reaches out and removes your hood, the only shield you have. You start to cry heavily now that you’re all vulnerable to him. He cups your cheek with one hand and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, whimpering. 

“Did you really think this would work?” Silas asks, trying to meet your eyes. “You can’t hide from me, baby. I will always find you.”

“I-It’s not fair”, you spit through gritted teeth, glaring at him with a blurry vision. You have come to the part where hiccups crash through your voice. “Y-You have thousands o-of people working for you! I h-have no one!”

“And that’s life, little thing. I don’t play nice.” He tilts his head. “Haven’t you learned that by now?”

“F-Fuck you, Silas. I hate y-you.”

He scoffs and pulls you into his arms. You try to push him away with your hands and feet, but he’s stronger, trapping you against his chest. 

“Let me go!” you scream, voice getting muffled into his clothing. 

“Stop resisting”, he growls, pulling you closer. 

You scream and shake your head. Silas locks your head into his shoulder with one hand and wraps the other around your waist. 

“Shh, baby”, he hushes loudly, rocking back and forth. “Shh, calm down. I’m going to take care of you. We’ll make sure this never happens again. Shh, shh.”

You continue to fight, but grow tired quickly. All these hours spent awake and on edge have caught up. It’s no use fighting against him, you’ll never win. You’re sitting limp in Silas’ arms and all you can do is cry into his shoulder. You were so close to getting away. If only you had been a bit more careful. 

“There, there, little thing”, Silas whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. He runs his hand over your back. “I have you, you’re safe now.”

He hugs you tighter and exhales, satisfied over having you back into his arms. You fit so well in his embrace. 

“Let’s go home”, he says and is about to stand up. 

“N-No!” you say, grabbing his coat. “No, please, Silas-”

“Listen, baby, you have two choices. Either, you come with me like a good little pet and don’t cause trouble. That way, your punishment will be much lighter. Or, you can continue to act like a brat and I’ll knock you unconscious and throw you into the basement until you grow mold. What do you say? Are you going to behave?”

You clench your jaw, muttering something he can’t hear. 

“What was that, baby?” he asks with a smirk on his face. “Can you repeat?”

You mumble again. 

“Louder, baby”, Silas says mockingly. “Use big words.”

“I’ll behave …”, you mutter. 

“Good job.”

He stands up and pulls you up on your feet by your armpits. Silas removes his black coat and hangs it around your shoulders, caressing your wet cheek quickly. He hangs your backpack over one of his shoulders. You stare at the hand he offers for you before hesitantly taking it in yours. He opens the door and brings you outside. The security guards avoid looking at you now. The second in command must have warned them. 

“If you make any noise, I’m going to use this”, Silas says and shows the hidden revolver tucked in his shirt. “Got it?”

You nod quickly. Together, the four men take you out of the airport by the back door. 

“Oh, right, baby”, Silas says, turning to you. “My keys.”

You pull them up from your hoodie pouch and dump them in his hand with a glare. He smiles, thanking you. Silas takes you to the car you escaped in and sits you down in the front seat while he takes the driver's seat. His second in command drives the other car. 

“You should try to sleep a little”, Silas says. “You are not going to sleep for quite some time.”

“What are you going to do to me …?” you whisper. 

“Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly.”

You give him a wide eyed look and he chuckles, eyes disappearing into half moons. 

“Okay, not badly because you did come with me without problems”, he smiles to calm your nerves. “However, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to. When I’m done with you, you’ll only know me. You should start getting comfortable with the basement because you’ll spend a lot of time down there.”

You gulp. 

“You’ll never try to leave me again, will you?” Silas asks and takes your hand in his. 

“No”, you say quickly, shaking your head. 

“Good.”

You turn your eyes out the window, taking your last look at the outside world. You can feel how Silas lifts your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. Oh, how you hate how he doesn’t take anything seriously. You’re terrified and here he is making jokes. It makes you sick to your stomach. Silas is a sick man. How could you ever think that you could escape him? 

[francis-writes]

hii!! could you maybe write either a oneshot or headcanons (whatever you prefer) for silas x reader but like..wedding night. and its super loving and all? tysm in advance 🫶🏻

Happy Silas for you

There are two options. Either he waited to the wedding with sex (very likely considering his views) or he got carried away with his desires and you fucked before. And in all honesty, both scenarios are equally likely.

No matter which way it went, whether it's your first sex together or just first with rings on your fingers, Silas is very nervous. The whole day impacts it, stress about wedding mixes with stress about wedding night.

A bit off topic, but your wedding is rather modest, your closest family and maybe two friends, and from side of Silas there is only bishop Aringarosa (he not only accepted Silas leaving the monastery but he actually supported your relationship and you can pry my headcanons of Aringarosa as #1 Silas supporter from my cold dead hands). Perhaps after the ceremony you ate the dinner together and then guests left (I have so much more to say about this wedding, I need to make another set of headcanons or oneshot for it, I just can't stop thinking about Aringarosa helping Silas buy a suit for wedding *shaking mumbling like i am completely normal about it*)

Anyway, as I mentioned a few times before, Silas isn't a virgin, but it's still a completely new experience for him. It was mostly one night stands before, maybe he had some traumatic experiences in jail. But now a loving sex in a stable relationship in his own? That's a bit overhelming to him and he still can't get uses to all this happiness. It's still seems a bit unreal for him, like he never expected his life would look like that.

You have a long foreplay, both a bit nervous and unsure about what to do. You start kissing each other and soon you go lower, covering his neck in kisses. He tilts his head, closing his eyes and enjoying your affections as you unbutton his shirt and kiss his chest. Silas moans quietly when you lick and suck on his nipples. His hands absent-mindedly wandered across your skin, caressing and squeezing your soft flesh.

You kiss his wounds and scars. I am gonna put in every nsfw and sfw scenario with him. YOU KISS HIS WOUNDS AND SCARS. When you did it for The first time, he didn't know how to feel about it but quickly he saw that you care about him and accept him as he is and now this act comforts him.

He's probably on top, for two reasons: 1) it makes him feel safer and more secure when he's in control 2) he still has many unhealed wounds on his back from self-flagellation so being ridden would be too painful for him

But it's not a problem and it's somehow exciting when his massive body towers over you and pins you to the bed.

He slowly enters you, making sure you feel good and your able to take him all. There is no problem as he fills you perfectly.

No matter how your other nights look, the wedding night is completely vanilla, cute, gently lovemaking.

After you both come, you lay together for some time, with Silas in your arms as you ruffle his hair and place soft kisses on his head. He closes his eyes, enjoying your delicate warm touch. He thinks that from now it's gonna be his everyday reality and this thought still amazes him. But Silas thinks it will be easy to get used to it.

You don't go to sleep quickly, almost the whole night passes on exploring each other's bodies and finding new ways to give pleasure.

[clowningcrows]

lol just saw a lesbian nsft blog that has “men dni” on every single post and yet their pinned post says, “this doesnt include trans men, since that isn’t clear for some reason” like hello????

[ludicrousluna]

“Death?”

[papier-ciseaux]

A silly comic about a goddess answering prayers and- wait no Cheline that's the wrong prayer, I'm sure he didn't actually mean it

Based on the webcomic @phantomarine and the latest page posted!

[mervynbunter]

LIES WE TELL (2023), dir. Lisa Mulcahy

What makes a monster, you may well wonder. My father taught me that only after our death will we know what we are, what we have chosen to be, angel or demon, creature of light or monster clothed in human flesh. He said I could choose, that I had a choice. He told me it's an easy journey between this life and the next. He told me he loved me. He told me many lies.