#witch with a van

[enchantedbook]

'The Widow's Broom' by Chris Van Allsburg

[jkriordanverse]

wait i kind of understand why Kaz renamed the Emerald Palace into the Silver Six now (i saw @randomfandom-3's screenshot and)

SIX FOR GOLD. FIVE FOR SILVER. THERE ARE FIVE CROWS ALIVE. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT

[weirdlookindog]

Claes Jacobsz. van der Heck (1575-1652) - Witches’ Sabbath, 1636

[moonlight-prose]

this is pure thot, sending one about Gabriel Van Helsing fucking you in his jacket (because he thinks you look so goddamn good in it - only it, and nothing else) 🦇💕

note: i need you know i screamed and fell over and actually made a fool of myself writing this. because where is this man and why isn't he married me??? i want to be his hot witch wife who helps him fight monsters. also i love the amount of asks people sent in about him. clearly we need more van helsing in our lives.

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, rough sex, p in v sex, possessive gabriel, outdoor nasty time, hints of wolfism, he's feral.

It's a full moon when he finds you bundled in his leather trench coat, waiting out the chill in the air as he finishes yet another job well done. The autumnal solstice has come and gone, bringing darkness to the world around. Giving leeway to the monsters who clung to the shadows, biding their time for the moon's glow to lead the way.

You've opted for thin clothes. A horrible choice given the change in seasons, but Gabriel vowed this would be simple. The inn refused to open its doors for someone like him - claiming he was a monster in his own right. And perhaps that was true.

Whether he liked to admit it, the wolf inside of him never truly passed. The antidote may have changed him back, but the instincts remained. His thread of anger grew thinner the fuller the moon got, his thirst for blood thickened like sweet honey as his changed DNA craved something fresher. Something made up of veins and nerves and a beating heart he could stop.

"Finished?" You shudder at the sight of his shirt torn open in the center, his chest on full display for you to ogle at blatantly.

"The bastard tried to play with me."

A smile curled onto your lips, sly and smooth and dripping with lust at the biting rage behind his words. The moon was affecting him. Far more than he would have liked.

"I'm sure you taught him a lesson," you reasoned, moving swiftly to reach for his warm hands. "You always do."

"That my coat?"

His eyes trailed down to the way it gaped across your own chest, your dress slipping down lower than you intended. But Gabriel was only a man and the adrenaline ran through his body like a fire he couldn't put out. The moon's glow fueled his thoughts, his urges, and before you could explain that you were cold he was walking you back into the trunk of the nearest tree.

"Last I checked I gave that to you to hold," he said. Although his eyes said something else - the ache crawling its way through his body, settling at the base of his spine.

Your chin tipped in defiance. "Last I checked I didn't need your permission to wear your clothes."

"Is that right?"

"It is."

The smile on his face screamed contentment, but the fire in his gaze explained to you the turmoil he fought on the inside. The war that waged in his body at the very thought of touching you. Of getting his hands on what rightfully belonged to him.

"I'm rather cold," he replied, dipping his gloved hand beneath the leather fabric. Brazenly groping your breast as his tongue dragged across his bottom lip. "Might need this back."

"Then take it," you gasped. "It's yours."

A blur of movement left you winded when he hauled you up against the tree, his strength increased by the moon's piercing glow. Teeth latched onto your neck like an animal aching to mark his territory. The quickness of his hands digging to raise your dress stole whatever sense you had left in your head.

Out in the open you were nothing but prey for this man to take. A feast for him to dine on with a wet mouth and throbbing cock. You couldn't deny the harsh wave of lust that swept through you even if you wanted to.

"It is mine," he gruffly stated, swiping his cock through your dripping folds. "The leather and the pretty thing inside it."

Your eyes rolled back when he entered you faster than you could take. The burning stretch caused you to sag against the tree, his fingers harsh against the meat of your thighs. There was no warning. Just a kiss pressed sloppily to your lips, a growl muffled into the heat of your mouth, before he slammed into you again.

"Should have known better." His bit at your bottom lip until copper flooded his mouth - a streak of red smearing between your mouths.

The smile on your face was tainted in crimson. His cock jolted within you at the sight. Bloody and fucked out and perfectly his in every way he could have you.

"W-Who says I didn't?"

"Minx," he bit out, a hand slamming to the trunk behind you, fingers ripping at the bark. "I want you to finish."

"Gabriel-"

He gripped your throat, eyes flashing dangerously in the darkness as the beast within began to rear its ugly head. There would never be another full moon where he turned. Never another night spent locked inside a monster's body. But he would forever be stuck with it as his companion.

"Finish. And then I will fuck you properly in our home," he snarled, grinding into you hard enough to hurt.

The coarse hair at the base of his cock dragged along your aching clit. And with a muffled shout against his cheek you gushed. The numbing pleasure drowned you, dragged you through the fires of hell before seating you atop the throne of heaven.

His cry of your name barely registered, but you felt the swell of his cock when he broke. The drip of his spend slipping down between your bodies. His blood still ran hot - desperation skirting the edges of his patience - but for a moment he relaxed into your touch.

Kissing along your throat until his lips found yours once more.

[comicedit]

we could turn around, janet. go back to your father's cabin, hide out forever. a beautiful fantasy, wanda.

janet van dyne week day 5: love → my dear scarlet witch.

companion to some type of love by the talented @elvain

[heatherfield]

@giftober 2024 | Day 4: slow motion

Matilda? What are you waiting for?! Start the incantation!!

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 10 “The Haunting of the Hollow” [x]

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

What I love about this scene is not just how casual and open they are with being gay, that theres no need to hide their queerness in this universe

But its also Jespers hand on Wylans neck, something given his past could be a massive trigger for him, but he feels so completely safe with Jesper he can just enjoy the moment

[616witch]

random headers of wanda maximoff and her loved ones. from left to right; pietro maximoff, hank pym, janet van dyne, jericho drumm, lorna dane, the vision, crystal amaquelin, billy kaplan and tommy shepherd, steve rogers. made for a white tumblr background, 16by9 ratio.

❗❗ NOTICE ❗❗these were made based off available art. I know there are some characters I missed!!

[asklesbianonceler]

characters I liked as a kid for better or worse that I can draw from memory. Mostly for worse.

[ofthecaravel]

The Frankenmuth Witch Project

[burningfudge]

rereading the thanksgiving issue of vision and the scarlet witch is so funny. peak comedy, actually

magneto showing up with no one knowing except wanda, who invited him out of guilt, is hilarious

erik: hello!

everyone: wtf

LOL pietro really is the least favorite child

pietro: hello fath-

erik: WHERE IS MY GRANDDAUGHTER?

(it’s also kinda funny that technically, luna is the oldest maximoff grandchild, but due to reincarnation reasons, she’s now the youngest and billy and tommy are older than her)

erik’s just trying to drink his tea while namor, janet, and stephen judge him 😭 can’t a man just visit his family for thanksgiving in peace

[jkriordanverse]

Hc that when Kanej's kid asks them how they meet, instead of telling them all the details Inej just decideds to make up something like

"Oh, he fell from the sky"

"You see, I was reeling the nets in on my ship when i caught a little fish. It turned out to be quite handsome so I decided to keep it"

"Uncle Jesper won him at a gambling hall and thought he'd make quite a nice birthday present"

and Kaz just goes along with it (at least until the kids are old enough to know)

[weirdlookindog]

Jan Jansz. van Buesem (1599-1649) - A Sorceress In a Wood Surrounded by Devils, 17h century

[drogonthered]

Aleera the bride of Count Dracula.

[heatherfield]

@giftober 2024 | Day 15: references

Abraham "Reference King" Van Brunt

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story [x]

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres • action horror

action horror is elements of horror combined with more action packed scenes maybe with some scares or not scares at all.