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“……..ok, this is normal, should i be threatened?.” even for him, this is weird..
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* leaves dismembered hand in mailbox *
“……..ok, this is normal, should i be threatened?.” even for him, this is weird..
@fandomaestheticnet: emotion event » the seven deadly sins. The seven deadly Sins is a categorical list of sins that, according to popular myth, lead to death.
delabor:
“honey locust isn’t that bad, it’s just ; not you.” head tilt. “you don’t really strike me as a locust kind of dude. but i think you might be as sweet if motivated.” smile; twinkle. truth? indiscernible. did leviathans ever do that?
hum. “strange idea, but i’ll try.” everything was for personal amusement; without duty; only whim. “want to know something? i wasn’t going to a c t u a l l y call you devil’s thorn.” whisper; behind hand; secretive. “i was planning on calling you solanum. it’s the formal name. guess i’m partial to names with a bit of an angelic bent.” grin; tap to chest; fast; subtle. “it’s a toxic plant with spikes. i thought it was appropriate.” squint. “if not i don’t know why you haven’t tried levi. it’s not that weird a name, humans already wear it on their pants.”
“ that name is bad -- you are having fun with this are you?.” the leviathan murmured in his hoarse tenor, carelessly.
“ ----- solanum?” he wasn't one to experience gratitude very often and tonight was no exception, but there was a twinge of adrenaline coursing through him.
the idea alone is very appealing -
“ maybe i will allow it...maybe not.” working him ever so slightly from his usual disinterested disposition. his clear green eyes seemed a bit more alert in his gaunt face and a pale hand moved ever slightly to tease. “ don’t take it too seriously big boy it’s just a nickname otherwise i’d be walking around nameless and i have no problem with it.” true to be told there was a problem - humans are curious creatures when they come to deal with the monster asking unwanted questions like what is his name?.
because he has none - he always uses the name ‘dean’ as an alias.
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thechimcra:
With a yelp, Anna wiggled as he picked her up. “Put me down!” Anna snarled and moved to grip his neck. “I will not hesitate to bite you again.” She hissed as her eyes turned to golden and her teeth grew into fangs.
the leviathan quickly throws her arm away from his neck. “ you bite i bite back.” he growls and it was animalistic with teeth visible. threatening him with a good time was one thing but this didn’t please him at all.
some fun sex tropes:
laughing during sex
and/or things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter
sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions
kissing to stay quiet
biting to stay quiet
one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation
“wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it”
someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away
“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise”
kissing anywhere but the lips
alternatively, touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched
“we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways” sex
anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces
sex with clothes half on/panties still on
the pleasant misuse of ties
sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense
ofspaceandmyth:
“People will notice chains, more so than hand holding, Levi.” Not that she had any intention od holding his hand, but if it hid the chains between them. Anna let out a long and tired sigh. “I hate this, I really do. Stop smiling.”
ignore her for once, she will never listen anyway so he dragged her out by force without a warning the leviathan picked her up like she was nothing. “ since when people options matter to you, i say fuck them.” he smiles wide even when she told him to stop being this creepy.
electimulier:
❝ — does it matter? just know she’s got a shotgun pointed at yer back. ❞
deanna scoffed and nudged the monster’s back again with the barrel of her gun, gesturing for him to keep moving. she really really did not have time for this shit. her normal ghosts and monsters were one thing, but… leviathans? she was definitely gonna have a few short words with castiel about this bullshit he threw their way.
“ yes, first date we need some introductions.” he dares to look back at the gunpoint. smiles wide at the hunter and makes it look easy- not worried about what she got restore in that weapon of hers. “ oh! are we gonna play rough now...too bad i didn’t bring my own toys.” he says mocking the satiation like it’s in his advantage.
delabor:
“rob?” scoff; hands on hips. “i would n e v e r . you need a name with some spice. robert is so p e d e s t r i a n .” disgust; reserved for mini vans & the suggestion of suburbia. domesticity reviled; gave him the shivers.
“i don’t? i’m thinking maybe i do.” change too quick to be genuine; but matched. never put aside chance to flirt; even falsified. smile; noses close to touching. “you wouldn’t put up with that. then i get to watch you eat someone.” purr; counting freckles; eyelashes; skin cells. “sounds f u n . if it helps, i was leaning more towards devil’s thorn than honey locust. mostly because i think if you met my brother you’d be a pain in his ass.” laugh; soft as sweet scent off skin; in clothes.
the leviathan can do much better than this. he was indeed, for the most part, held back from being his true self, of course, that depended on his mood, but he found it was easier that way--- his act could fool people into thinking otherwise and when they let their guards down his true intention surface.
the angel is not one of them as he can see right throw him. anyway. leviathan likes him much not to refuse an offer like this. “ what is wrong with that name?.” he thinks it’s a good one, very wise name. “ no, how about none of that pet name ---- either ya gives me a suitable one... suitable for me to go around with. somethin’ i could use to blend in or no names callin’ this is not for ya personal amusement angel.”
delabor:
“i think i’m pretty good at figuring it out.” leviathan didn’t catch the joke; kind of cute. “but thanks for the advice.” footnote; be more obvious about flirting.
“hmm. i wasn’t trying to.” squint; thinking. “ u n l e s s i said something that hit a nerve.” shrug; whatever it was; let go. lean; closer; smile returned. “first you accuse me of treating you like a child and then like i know you. you’re kind of whiplash defensive, huh? actually, maybe that’s more of an offensive thing.
i’d decide to call you roses but i smell like roses to most people so that would be kind of weird. what about bougainvillea? euphorbia? devil’s thorn? honey locust?”
despite the reaction from the other, and his words left a tick, his expression hardly faltered.if nothing the leviathan wanted is to react to those pet names - how disgusting. when the archangel suggested he though a normal one would be considered here-- may be something he can use for future events. having a name can be in his best interest.
“ i think not.”
he says languidly, clearly not excited about the set of names he suggested. either that or staying with none is his best option. “ i don’t need one...you suck anyway and i will rather be called ‘rob’ instead of all this.” taking the time in, he steps closer pressing a finger against the soft underside of the other’s chest, he gave a gentle scratch and which his reaction change.
“ sorry buddy, but there is no way in hell i am gonna let ya name me ‘honey locust’ cause that’s just ridiculous and beside. -- ya don’t want anyone to make fun of me?.” he batted his eyelashes at the angel - that was flirty strange all of a sudden.
delabor:
preen. “yeah well you know me, licking things is one of my new hobbies.” smile; playful; wicked. “but you have more experience eating than i do. i only seriously picked it up recently.”
frown; small. “no, it’s because i think you’re cool. i didn’t know you don’t have a name. i kind of thought you kept it to yourself or something.”
yes, he has more experience in that field. one time he ate a car and it tasted good. the hard ingredients always taste so- strange yet appealing. “ careful with that. not everything tastes like what they seem to be.”
the leviathan gave a short chuckle at that response...is he serious? how the hell should he react to that? he’s not supposed to be cool !! he supposes to be the scary monster - angels use to fear them back in the days. is he still relevant? “ you don’t know me so stop acting like you do.” the monster glare at him totally not amused with what he said earlier.
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electimulier:
❝ — nothing is your territory, now. not with me around. got some balls talkin’ to the person holdin’ a gun to your back like this. ❞
“ who is exactly am I talkin’ to?.” he wasn’t going to let some hunter intimate him, the leviathan had it with them always interrupting his feeding time. even with that smirk deep down he is boiling with anger. and could lash out on her any moment.
ofspaceandmyth:
“Levi we’re chained.” Anna held up the chain that held them together. He clearly was going to get a kick out of this. “You’re always hungry.” Not that she minded cooking for him or anyone to give them something to eat. “Of all people I get screwed with its you.”
he looks down and shrugs his shoulders. “ we could be holding hand..come on, no one gonna notice.” he smiles at her, that silly smile of his that hides so much darkness. he was indeed, for the most part, a wicked being, of course, that depended on his mood. “ don’t tell me ya embarrassed or something?.”