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" Do you think I'd give up? " / dean for calliope

⸻ ❝ I don't know, ❞ She admits. These are the only types of locations that truly get under her skin, reminding her of the night she nearly met her end. Abandoned warehouses. Every shadow causes her to look over her shoulder; her anxiety forcing her to wonder what would happen if she found herself trapped within the building's walls yet again, uncertain who she could trust. Her heartbeat feels as if it's within her ears; her throat tightening up slightly. She needs to ground herself, to remind herself that she is prepared this time. She's armed, and she isn't alone.

⸻ ❝ I wouldn't expect you to save me. ❞

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" It's not over yet. " / dean for calliope

⸻ The journalist exhales, mentally shaking off any nerves that still lingered. She cracks a small smile as she collects herself; ensuring she still had her recorder in her pocket. ❝ Such is life for those who walk into trouble like it's their 9 to 5. ❞

She was honestly surprised to be working alongside a Winchester in any capacity. Though, she supposed she did have a reputation of her own. When you survive crazy shit, a few very unique doors tend to open for you. Calliope had chosen to stay in her line of work, even after escaping a serial killer who had targeted her due to her vocation. Perhaps this showed how dedicated she was to reporting the truth, perhaps it proved she was willing to explore dangerous occurrences, or perhaps her charisma was enough on it's own to get her the okay.

⸻ ❝ It's never over. ❞ She checks her bag for the items she was told she might need to utilize: a bronze dagger, a mirror, salt, a silver dagger, pennies, and a few other miscellaneous objects. She also had breath mints, which weren't important, and her cigarettes, which spurred the need for the aforementioned breath mints. She was certain she'd need one after this. A cigarette, not a breath mint. Well, maybe both. Probably both. Definitely the cigarette. ❝ Do you think it knows we're here yet? ❞

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" Come with me. " for Elsie

⸻ Oh, how she despised this decade. So many hangings, all because a few little girls seemingly ate some bad rye. Senseless death meant Elsie visited Salem often, to collect and to pay her respects. However, this time, she finds herself raising her brow. This bitch was so not from Salem - at least, not in this decade. She follows the stranger, confused by their presence. ❝ Okay, I'll bite. ❞

Her tongue presses against the inside of her bottom lip for a moment, ensuring they were hidden from the locals. While she could leave at any time, or remove herself from their sight, she wasn't too sure about the other. And she'd feel a bit rude if she caused someone else's death. ❝ Who the fuck are you? And how on Earth did you get here? ❞

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🌶 Are you a sub, dom, or a switch? Do you prefer giving or receiving? (Ororo)

Sinday Headcanons.

Ororo is most definitely a switch; she finds excitement in the power shifts within her sexual exploits. While some encounters might involve her as more of a dominant presence, she is also happy to submit in the right circumstances.

She does lean slightly more dominant, but enjoys not sticking to a single dynamic within an encounter. As such, she likes a bit of both. And a partner who refuses to give is not a partner she is interested in giving to. She finds variety to be the spice of life, and with the partners she takes, can we really blame her?

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🍍 🍄 🍆 for Juliet.

Sinday Headcanons. | @legion-transcendent (at least, i think it's you!)

🍍 What is your sexual orientation? What is your romantic orientation?

Juliet is panromantic demisexual! She needs a connection/bond with someone to think of them in a sexual context, but crushes happen pretty fast. Although, she can be a bit oblivious to the feelings of others, often assuming they're looking to be friends. Gender doesn't really factor into whether she develops feelings for someone; connection and communication are where it's at!

🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

She doesn't really have these often, to be honest, so there aren't many to choose from! She does recall one that began with her getting an intimate massage; it had been with a lover her dream had made clear she'd been with for a while - though their face remained shrouded. One of those dream things that you only notice once you've woken up; why can't she remember what their face looked like? They had nice hands, strong arms, and a gentle touch. A voice that both soothed and excited her; with lips that brushed against the shell of her ear. She remembers being praised; told how good she had been. How she deserved this. It still flusters her when she thinks about it.

🍆 Do you masturbate? If so, how often?

She does! Typically once per day, right before bed! (Although, she does try to wait until David is asleep to do so in the verse in which she lives with him, as she doesn't want to disturb him. Telepaths!) It helps her brain quiet itself and aids in her falling asleep. It isn't solely utilitarian, though. There are a few fantasies she fluctuates between, and a name has escaped her lips once or twice.

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USFW Prompts for SEDUCTION & FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION.

DIALOGUE:

“I've been watching you.” “You stir something in me...” “Do I make you blush?” “Your body remembers mine.” “We could get caught.” “I want us to be caught.” “You were made to be tasted.” “I think of you at night.” “Don’t you miss my touch?” “I could ruin you.” “I want you to ruin me.” “Can you guess the colour of my underwear?” “I saw the way you look at me. What’s stopping you?” “We shouldn’t, you know I’m taken.” “He/She doesn’t have to know.” “Please, you have to leave...” “Our souls will always be entangled, you can't escape me.” “I want to taste you skin, smell your neck, and touch the deepest parts of your soul.” “Is there any chance that action will follow your teasing.” “You need to stop calling.”

ACTIONS (feel free to add + reverse):

➛ [ table ] sender's hand creeps up receiver's thigh and finds them bare underneath their skirt. ➛ [ guess ] receiver catches a glimpse of sender's underwear. ➛ [ tongue ] receiver licks their fingers clean while keeping eye contact with sender. ➛ [ silk ] sender feels up the receivers through their clothes under the guise of complimenting the material. ➛ [ collar ] sender grabs receiver by the collar to kiss them after a heated fight. ➛ [ closet ] sender walks in on receiver changing. ➛ [ hidden ] sender pulls receiver in an alcove. ➛ [ yearn ] sender receives a longing letter from receiver. ➛ [ accidental ] receiver receives a nude from sender. ➛ [ on purpose ] sender lightly touches the receiver as they pass.

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Sinday Memes for Naughty Headcanons

Fruit and Vegetable Edition

In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s! Reblog, do not repost or add

🍎 What gets you in the mood the most? What's their biggest turn-on?

🍌 Did your muse ever get a sex related injury? If so, what happened?

🍑 Foreplay, or straight to business? What do you like to do for foreplay?

🍆 Do you masturbate? If so, how often?

🌶 Are you a sub, dom, or a switch? Do you prefer giving or receiving?

🍋 What is the most sensitive part you enjoy getting touched/played with? Do you have any no-go zones?

🍓 Are you a virgin? If not, when and how did you lose their virginity?

🥕 Have you ever had a threesome/orgy/multiple partners at once? If not, would you like to?

🍇 Oral, Anal or Vaginal? Which one/s do you enjoy most?

🍊 Do you own any toys? Have you used any? What is your favorite?

🍉 Name between 3-5 of your top kinks.

🍍 What is your sexual orientation? What is your romantic orientation?

🍒 Do you have an aftercare routine? What does it look like?

🧅 What is something you always wanted to try sexually but never got to?

🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

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closed starter. for @handspike ; for kate.

⸻ They'd been walking in silence for a bit; not purposefully, at least, not on hear end. It'd just become more of a stakeout than an action packed mission. Though, as the minutes ticked by and they checked the perimeter again, she found herself speaking up. ❝ This blows. ❞ She sighs, stopping for a minute. ❝ I mean, obviously I don't want something bad to be happening, but seriously? This is such a kid mission! I feel like I'm in a danger room drill. No, I feel like I should be an honorary member of the Power Pack right now. Can you picture this happening to Scott? Lang or Summers. Look at us! We suited up for what's become just a, a nice little walk! ❞

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closed starter. for @handspike ; for Tommy.

⸻ ❝ Listen, I hate t' cut you off. You seem, like, totally cool. And I really don't wanna fuck up your night, ❞ Jules sniffs; her nose itches, but she isn't sure if it's a real itch or a craving itch yet. She carries on. ❝ but this place is giving me the creeps. And if I'm being honest, this is lookin' like the part of the horror movie where the two sexy young adults decide to hook up, get fucked up, or live f'r the rest of the movie. And, uh, I dunno about you, buckaroo? But I'm sober as shit. So, uh, maybe we should go to, uh, what d'the detectives call it? A secondary location? Yeah! Let's get somewhere secondary. ❞

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closed starter. | for @handspike ; for blue.

⸻ Of all the places to clear one's mind, cemeteries were the best. At least, this was the mentality Elsie Archer had. Those who walked the grounds were often more than happy to keep to themselves. Nobody needed to interrupt another's mourning. Some days she too came to grieve; freshly laid flowers left at graves old and new alike. How strange it was, to be in a garden of monikers, most of which could count you as the very last face they saw. She was the door; she was the greeter.

She was the reaper. Well, one of many. About one death per second across the world, and take time out of the equation? Well, you needed a few more hands on deck than just her. Immortal or otherwise, that's a lot of souls to deal with. No, she was just the best one - by her own metric.

Today, however, she didn't wish to be completely isolated, but also wanted a bit of peace and quiet. Nowhere else could provide the same level of peace. It was her 5th favorite cemetery at the moment; well-kept, but not too much. Some cemeteries looked like golf courses these days. That was far more bleak than death itself, if you asked her. She's come in the middle of the night, so she isn't shocked to see the grave digger.

⸻ ❝ I'd wait if I were you. ❞ She speaks, casually pointing her finger at the sky, her elbow being the only movement as it languidly moves to her chest so that her finger might be at the height of her temple. While her movements look bored, it's clear she doesn't want the other to overexert himself. ❝ Looks like rain. ❞

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Just thinking about them. | @legion-transcendent

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Continued from here. | @soil-from-slaghtaverty

⸻ Time. It slips through your fingers like water through a sieve; it is the savior and the demise of those in her line of work. For now, the light is a blanket, shrouding her in safety from the monster weakened in the corner, curled up like a spider that'd been stepped upon. And yet, time would soon ask the sun to creep down, to banish itself beyond the horizon until the next day began.

It had been an act of courage to chase after a vampyr, and an act of folly to make such an attempt a mere hour before the sun would set. They were on equal footing as things stood. Remmick was in the corner of the darkest shade, whilst she stood in the triangle of light the doorway allowed her.

Neither had an overwhelming advantage, as far as she could tell.

Eartha should not allow the vampyr the courtesy of bumping gums; the flow of time would not slow for conversation. The tables would turn as the dark of night outweighed the light. Yet, she finds herself speaking.

⸻ ❝ Oh, can the twit. You act as if I'm the type that needs the invitation. ❞ She scoffs. She silently curses herself for not thinking to bring weaponry that worked at a distance. A silver-tipped arrow would allow her the perfect opening to utilize a stake, but no matter. They both knew where this would end; one writhing under the other's absent mercy. Only time, the adversary and admirer of a vampire hunter, would be able to tell where their tale would end. ❝ I'm not like your ilk, beast. ❞

Eartha thinks to her roots; back to Harlem, where the arts were celebrated, before all went south. Thinks back to Langston Hughes' words, a line of his functioning as a motto in her work. Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid. For a dead man, this vampire certainly did not leave any notes unsaid. ❝ I don't tango with the devil. Not when he wants to sink his teeth in my veins as if they was pumping daiquiri.  ❞

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These will be sent to your inbox, meme-style ♡

you should like this and I'll find a song that reminds MY muse of YOURS.

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you should like this and I'll find a song that reminds MY muse of YOURS.

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I need to write up Elsie's thoughts on other types of immortals, such as those with powers or vampires. How they 'feel' opposed to mortals.

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you should like this and I'll find a song that reminds MY muse of YOURS.

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👉🏻👈🏻 can we make muse dynamic playlists together?