#euphemoria

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for: @euphemoria

"yes, thank you, we are just asking to have some time alone to process this sudden tragedy," said hayden, the words feeling rehearsed as they rolled off her tongue," but the service was beautiful wasn't it? we appreciate you coming." she felt relief that it was the last guest that she was ushering out. it felt like the day had dragged on and all that she wanted was everyone go to leave them alone. she knew that abraham was playing the part of a grieving husband. the both of them were impatient for the whole affair to be done and over with. she let the door shut and twisted the lock. her body turned, back pressing against it and letting out a deep breath. a sly smile appeared on her face within seconds as she pushed herself away. one of her hands bracing her lower back to support herself. she was nearing the end of her pregnancy and it was evident. it wasn't hard for her to find him, sitting in the formal living room.

the brunette slowly crossed the room, planting herself right on his lap," i was told how lucky i was to have such a kind man willing to take care of me and my unborn child." her nose crinkled in amusement," though i think they wanted to say bastard." her hand reached to pull her hair from the twist she had thrown it up in," i can't believe it's just us now."

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@euphemoria said: ❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ meme: Darker Vibes (accepting)

Demons were no novelty to Mona. The coven she'd been born into had forbidden working with them, sure. Once she'd grown up enough to realize that she didn't like rules and had more than enough power to defy them though, she'd started dabbling. By now, they were an everyday occurrence. What had started as her making deals with them to claw her way up now had many of them coming to her instead. A witch with no rules, morals, or loyalty to anything but power and herself could be a valuable resource. Although countless had discovered the consequences of her by now, consumed when deals went south or her patience ran thin to stoke the already impressive power she'd been born with. Mona didn't just know how to work with demons, she knew what they tasted like.

Still, even she couldn't entirely believe that she'd caught the attention of Belial himself, that the prince was here and wanting to be the one to taste her. While she'd never been above consorting with the infernal physically either, she'd never touched one on his level. His power made him something worth respecting, something worth her time. It was thrilling. Her life was so often lacking that thrill when she could decimate nearly anything in her path, so she was going to chase this one. She was going to drain every ounce of it as she could from her time with him, so she grinned at his words. "And what exactly..." the witch began as she stepped closer and arched into him. A hand that she could never truly wash the blood from lifted, her thumb pressing into the demon's bottom lip and dragging it down for a quick glimpse of the teeth he wanted to put to her flesh. Fear and Mona had never been known to each other. "Do you plan on giving me if I let you?"

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@euphemoria said: ❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜ meme: Darker Vibes (accepting)

The words weren't pretty. They were visceral and desperate, and they scared her because she understood them. Starving was her birthright. The daughter of a succubus, ever since she'd grown into the power she inherited from her mother, Essie had known hunger so deep that it made her bones ache and her head spin. She kept herself stuck in it, too, always refusing to feed until she was too weak to resist and only taking enough to simply get by even then. It seemed better to do as little damage as possible even if it meant tormenting herself. Even if it meant that she became that much more alluring the hungrier she was. Her being wanted her to hunt even as her mind rebelled against the idea.

Although, it rebelled less with him speaking to her like that. More than the fact that she understood his words, understood the feral want in them, she was afraid of just how badly she wanted them to be true. For once, she wanted someone to want her for real. She wanted the desire that she inspired to be honest, not just a response to the infernal half of her. When she looked up at him, it almost felt real. He looked like he meant it. Maybe he did now, and she couldn't help but consider indulging both of their hunger for a fleeting moment. Once she was gone though, his starvation would be, too. He would escape this. Escape her. "Don't worry, it'll pass." Essie said softly, regretfully, curling her hands into tight fists to resist reaching for him. "I promise."

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🐇 ┆ @euphemoria

"fuck yeah. give it to me, father." dmitri moaned the words, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on solomon's cock. his own cock bobbing between his thighs with the movement. the cross thumping lightly against his chest was an ironic symbol given the moment. dimi thought nothing of it, too distracted by the sensation of his hole being stretched by thick cock. he'd thought the roleplay a little silly at first, but now he could feel himself slowly getting into it. "fill me up with your holiness. i need to be blessed, father."

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closed starter for: @euphemoria based on: Crush by The Rosedales

Jae could only smirk. He wasn't easily deterred, never had been. "I can never stop this crush on you." The demon reached out. He tucked his fingers under their chin. "Someday, you will want me, too." And he didn't think it would be long. He had a knack for getting his way, especially when it came to people. Hell, he'd gotten enough of them to follow him that the word cult was getting thrown around. That amused him almost as much as chasing a soul he wanted down. He could stop laughing though. He couldn't bring himself to stop chasing.

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closed starter for: @euphemoria based on: Be Still My Heart by Stellar Corpses

"I took the steps you wouldn't take. I made the moves you wouldn't make." The words were accusatory, but her voice was flat. Sunday didn't know how else she was supposed to deal with the ache in her chest rather than to just shut it out. She was a master of thinking through her feelings. Logic cut through the sting of everything until the sting wasn't even there at all. She never flinched. Now, she couldn't even look at them. This was why she never let anyone in. It was too dangerous. Case and point. "I wish someone would drive a stake into my godforsaken heart."