holy bruises.

the door creaked open just a little , just enough for one glowing amber eye to peek through the gap . a beat passed . then another . then—

❛ nicoooo , ❜ jude drawled with a lazy grin , swinging the door open wider . ❛ finally . i was starting to think you were a ghost story . ❜

she stood barefoot in the doorway , wearing mismatched pajamas — a tank top with a cracked graphic and striped sleep shorts . her horns poked through the mess of her curly hair , and her long black tail lazily flicked behind her as she stepped aside .

❛ you made it to the right hellmouth , don’t worry . come on in . ❜ she gave a little wave inward , the warm glow of string lights and the sound of music softly playing deeper in the house filtering out behind her .

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ you don’t have to say anything just let me stay with you. ❞

❝ i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. not while i’m around. ❞

❝ want me to hold your hand for a while? ❞

❝ i noticed you’ve been quiet lately. do you want to talk or just sit together? ❞

❝ you don’t have to pretend around me. i see you. ❞

❝ even when it feels like no one cares i do. always. ❞

❝ i brought your favorite snacks and something soft to wear. ❞

❝ let’s watch something silly and forget the world for a while. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be strong for me. i’ve got you. ❞

❝ can i just hold you for a little while? ❞

❝ i don’t know the right words, but i’m not leaving. ❞

❝ take all the time you need i’ll still be right here. ❞

❝ you don’t have to carry this alone anymore. ❞

❝ your feelings are valid. every single one of them. ❞

❝ just rest. i’ll stay until you fall asleep. ❞

❝ even in silence, you matter to me. ❞

❝ let’s take it slow, okay? i’m with you. ❞

❝ you are so deeply loved even when you can’t feel it. ❞

❝ i see how hard you’re trying, and i’m so proud of you. ❞

❝ lean on me tonight. i’ll carry the heavy stuff for a while. ❞

❝ want to lay your head in my lap and breathe for a bit? ❞

❝ you don’t have to explain. i just want to make you feel safe. ❞

❝ no matter what your mind tells you you’re not a burden. ❞

❝ i can’t fix everything, but i can be here. and i am. ❞

❝ i’ll sit in the dark with you until you’re ready for the light again. ❞

❝ i don’t need you to be okay right now. i just need you to let me stay. ❞

❝ i’ll be the one who stays, even when it gets heavy. ❞

❝ i know it’s hard to ask for help. so don’t. i’m offering. ❞

❝ there’s nothing wrong with needing someone. i need you, too. ❞

❝ you don’t have to fix yourself to be worthy of love. ❞

❝ if it hurts, you can tell me. if you can’t speak, i’ll still stay. ❞

❝ you’ve made it through every hard day so far. and i’ll help you through this one. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of your sadness. you don’t scare me. ❞

❝ let me hold you until the world feels less loud. ❞

❝ we don’t need to talk. let me just be here with you. ❞

❝ your existence makes the world better, even when you feel like it doesn’t. ❞

❝ i love you. not in spite of your sadness, but including it. ❞

❝ i know you feel like no one sees you. but i do. i always do. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than you’ll ever know. ❞

❝ i’m not expecting a smile. i’m just staying close. ❞

❝ i know you’re hurting. i’ll keep showing up anyway. ❞

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

it was difficult to remember a life before this. her memories blurred, faded, until all that was left were a handful of snapshots. imogen remembered the ache of her back after a night of waiting tables. the bleariness of her eyes after an all-nighter spent studying. she even remembered the burn of ambition that had flowed through her veins, once. all of it felt like it belonged to a different person. whoever that girl had been, she had died. drowned. the pliant thing her mistress had fished out of the river and brought back to life was something different.

imogen didn't like to thing about these things. it made her head hurt, an ache that encouraged her thoughts to drift to lighter, easier things. like the dress she was wearing, light blush-pink silk, and whether layla would like the way it clung to her curves.

" what do you think ? " the words were spoken softly, careful not to disturb the other if she was tending to other, more important matters.

❛ beautiful , ❜ layla said at last , voice like velvet & * dusk . she shut the book with a soft thud , stepping closer , each movement precise , deliberate . ❛ you could wear rags , and i would still find you devastating . ❜

her fingers brushed the fabric , just barely grazing imogen’s waist , like she was something precious , something breakable . she tilted her head , a slow , predatory tilt .

❛ but this … ❜ she murmured , her lips curving into a rare , real smile . ❛ this makes it very hard to think about anything else . ❜

layla’s thumb traced the curve of imogen’s hip through the silk , lingering , reverent . ❛ stay close tonight , ❜ she whispered , like a promise . ❛ i want everyone to see who you belong to . ❜

— dialogue based prompts.

i wish you would see yourself the way i do.

i'm tired of waiting for the day you realize i'm in love with you.

i saw this and it made me think of you.

my days feel better when you're part of them.

i noticed everything about you.

can i kiss you?

if you keep that up, i might just fall in love with you.

i thought i'd never feel this way again … and then you came around.

would you like to stay the night?

do you want to sleep with me?

friends don't kiss me the way you did and then expect me to forget.

i just want to sit here, eat cake, and forget the world outside of us exists.

i think my hand was made to fit in yours.

don't forget me.

— action based prompts.

the sender tucks wild hairs behind the receiver's ear mid-conversation, rendering the receiver speechless momentarily.

the receiver reaches for the sender's hand after the sender placed a blanket around the receiver's sleepy form, wanting to pull the sender to join the receiver.

the sender wraps their arms around the receiver's shoulders/arms from behind, no words spoken. they simply wanted a peaceful moment with the other.

the receiver has playfully stolen an article of the sender's clothing and the sender tries to steal it back,  leaving room for playful and consensual forced proximity.

the sender runs through rain trying to catch up to the receiver after a disagreement that has kept them apart for a couple of days.

❛ my dear …. ❜ she began , her voice as smooth as velvet draped over glass , laced with amusement and the barest edge of something sharper beneath , ❛ if i wanted to get on your nerves , you’d already be unraveling . ❜

she took a step closer , the gentle click of her heels soft but intentional . the scent of jasmine and aged wine drifted between them like a sigh .

Your job is to kill the Slayer, but all you can do is follow me around making moon eyes.

don't think.

serve.

a mantra repeated in their mind over and over. others may fight back, others might be manipulated or punished or pushed or coerced or any number of other results. but not kris. no. the demon only needed one look.

they were a true canvas with which to paint her own needs onto. one that could be used for menial work. but they had been blessed with a body perfect for sin. the heaviness of their curves something that drew eyes everywhere they went.

kris nodded with a look of utter devotion. there could be no light tomorrow and they would still look to lilith with the same yearning in their eyes.

nothing else mattered outside of her.

"yes, daddy. whatever you wish," followed by a warm, but vapid and blank smile, shifting to meet her as she settled in.

❛ that’s it, ❜ lilith crooned, her voice low and curling like incense smoke, thick with authority and dark promise. she leaned back into the plush cushions, legs spread languidly, the sheer black lace clinging around her hips doing little to hide the shape beneath. it strained against the fabric, heavy and proud—divine, monstrous, hers.

the lace had never been meant to conceal. it was meant to tempt. to mock. to remind any who looked that she was not bound by mortal binaries or comforts. she was creation and destruction both. she wore her cock like a crown, and kris? kris bowed like they were kneeling before an altar.

❛ you always know where you belong, ❜ she whispered, voice slick with wicked amusement as she watched kris’s eyes grow glassy, wide with worship and hunger. one perfectly manicured hand cupped the underside of her cock through the lace, dragging her nails teasingly across it before letting go, letting them have it. ❛ go on, take it off, ❜ lilith ordered softly. ❛ if you’re going to serve me, you’ll do it properly. ❜

kris’s hands moved reverently, slowly, sliding the lace down her thighs, exposing inch by inch of the thick, flushed length that lay beneath. lilith hissed a breath between her teeth, cock twitching in the cool air, already glistening at the tip. her thighs relaxed open even more, a dark smirk on her lips as she watched them descend further.

❛ such a perfect little thing, ❜ she purred, hand settling atop their head. ❛ you were made for this. ❜

her voice dipped to a growl, her eyes gleaming with carnal heat and hellfire.

Note: Please feel free to change pronouns as needed!

there was such power in the other. such confidence. it made drew melt instantly. no one who spoke like that was fake. if he had learned anything from being a stripper, it was how to spot a liar.

and maybe jude was in some form. but not this.

the touch of the other burned just as she promised. even with it being so light, he could not help the gasps that tumbled from painted lips.

a sin added to his stockpile. ones he could count off on the rosary currently keep his hands aloft.

at jude's mercy.

he merely stared at her for a moment. the heat permeating his habit. the robes opened to the black sinful lace. garters taut, panties barely containing his need for her. toes curling in the black heels beneath.

jude moved slow—deliberate—like sin draped in silk and smoke.

her eyes trailed over drew, hungry and heavy, the way a predator might look over its prey before the first bite. the habit was opened like an offering, like scripture rewritten in lace and skin and trembling breath. and god, the sight of those garters stretched taut, that little slip of black doing nothing to hide the ache underneath—jude felt it like a pulse between her own legs.

she stepped closer, each bootfall a sermon, a damnation.

❛ you’re a dangerous little thing, ❜ she murmured, voice low, thick with reverence and something much darker. ❛ dressing like that. kneeling like that. begging like you know i’ll ruin you. ❜

her fingers brushed under drew’s chin, lifting his gaze until their eyes met—jude’s gaze hellfire, unblinking.

❛ and you will be ruined, pretty boy. one sin for every bead on that rosary. let’s see if you can remember how to pray between your moans. ❜

she pressed in close, mouth at drew’s ear, breath hot as damnation itself.

❛ say it again, slowly this time. beg me like you mean it. tell me exactly what you want from your unholy father. ❜

her hand drifted lower, knuckles grazing lace.

"-and maybe that's not where you want me?" shiloh commented with a gentle giggle. he knew she wanted him there. whether he took it or gave it, shiloh was quite good on their knees.

to say that there was an obsession would the other would be calling the sun a fire. it was all consuming, this need for her. since day one. since she waltzed into his life and became the light that dwarfed the very sun.

"that's a good daddy. so good for mommy," shiloh whispered, kissing her thumb once.

"maybe later. for now? for now i think it's daddy's turn to feel me. to know my unbound need for her," they ignored the first orders, of how good they were for her. donna was clearly used to be in charge fully. shiloh was going to take small advantage when he could.

lips descended, kissing the inside of her thighs. he left a burning trail behind him, up open skin. just a small break, sliding down the panties off of the impossibly tall woman.

up under her skirt? another kiss. waist this time

then another, her navel.

donna’s head tipped back, lashes low, a purr curling in her throat like smoke from a long-buried flame.

shiloh always did this—tasted like worship, kissed like he was etching devotion into her skin. and for all his teasing, all his soft defiance, she knew exactly what it was. knew it in the tremble of his breath, the way his lips lingered just a little too long.

obsession. need. hers.

❛ oh, baby, ❜ she sighed, a grin tugging at her mouth—dark, delighted. ❛ you’re so sweet when you misbehave. ❜

her fingers slid into his hair, firm at the root. not yanking, not yet—just reminding him. who he belonged to. who held the leash, even when he pretended to tug it.

❛ but you know what happens to disobedient little things, don’t you? ❜ her tone was velvet, molten and cruel, and yet tender in the way only donna could be—tender like a match kissing gasoline.

his lips on her skin made her thighs tense, made her eyes roll just slightly.

and then his tongue—god. her hips twitched, a low growl vibrating in her chest, sharp with pleasure.

her thighs parted wider, deliberate now—inviting, commanding.

donna hissed through her teeth when shiloh’s tongue dragged along the length of her cock, slow and reverent. slick and deliberate. she had made herself like this, sculpted in the shape of what she wanted, what he craved. a perfect, obscene altar built for worship.

and shiloh? shiloh worshipped like he was born for it.

❛ fuck—yes, just like that. ❜

her voice was thick with praise and power, laced with a breathless moan that betrayed just how deeply she felt it. fingers still tangled in his hair, she held him there—not forcing, not yet, but claiming. keeping him.

she chuckled low, dark and pleased, her free hand fisting the edge of the altar behind her.

❛ sweet little mouth. you were made for this, weren’t you? born to taste your goddess. ❜

then her grip tightened, a warning wrapped in want.

the eyes on him alone is enough take his breath away. jessie looked at him in ways that felt indescribable. like there was no other focus sometimes, other times maybe...excitement and disappointment? wrapped into one? dawn usually had some 'blonde moments' in those.

but this? this was hunger. that much he could understand.

her touch could draw so many noises out of him. they had before. but this was more primal. a groan of approval as she wandered over his curvy form on display. for her.

dawn put himself out there a lot for work. this was wholly different. her words were steel, her touch was flint and all of it burned him to the very core of his being.

"i can only h-hope that it d-does the same to you that it does to me-"

bright eyes turn just before the blonde head as the dancer moved his body to put it all on display. a soft gasp sounding; he felt like prey. god did he want to be preyed upon by her.

jessie’s smile was slow—dangerous in its sweetness, laced with something feral beneath.

the sight of him like that—laid bare, trembling, begging—sent a thrill through her that tightened low in her stomach. it was worship, wasn’t it? the way he offered himself. but it was also surrender. full and unguarded. the kind of thing no stage could teach, no rehearsal could fake.

❛ look at you, baby, ❜ she murmured, voice molten, dragging her gaze over every line of him, every flicker of nerves that danced across his skin like candlelight. ❛ shaking and still so desperate to be touched. do you even know what you’re asking for? ❜

her fingers followed his hands as they hovered near her waist, and she caught them, guided them to her hips before sliding them down. slow. cruel. teasing.

❛ you say please like it’s a magic word. like it’ll save you from what i really want to do to you. ❜

jessie leaned in close, lips brushing just beneath his ear—barely a kiss, more like a promise.

❛ but lucky for you, i like when my prey begs. makes me want to ruin you a little slower. ❜

her hands found the curve of his hips, possessive now, greedy. and when she pulled him close, her voice dropped, velvet over knives:

❛ and you’ll take it, won’t you? every touch. every inch. every time. ❜