#lovepathed

[prodigiumamare]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 : “that ice cream was mine!” she’s pouting and a little worse for wear, a little banged up. it had been a rough day and vee had been looking forward to the sweet relief of her favorite pint of chocolate chip mint to ease the day’s burdens. except it was GONE! “you could have left me some at least!” / @lovepathed

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑 , 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 , metal spoon still where he’d been digging through the final bites of ice cream . eyes dart to the nearly-empty pint and back to the hunter , then back again . swallows the melting mouthful still on his tongue nervously . sweet gwi-ma , last time he’d finished off something of hers , she’d pouted for hours . ❛ i’ll . . . i’ll get you a new one ? ❜ he offers lamely with a wince , holding out the carton with the spoon still inside , the one that couldn’t possibly hold more than three bites of ice cream . he’d fucked up .

[prudenze]

" hey, in a world of monsters, why can't skeletons see scary movies? ... because they have no guts! " @lovepathed

koko was the master of bad puns and absolutely had the worst humor anyone could ever imagine. trash tv was her passion but that joke: TERRIBLE.

" miss gurl! " quite literally throwing out the memes on her, almost feeling offended with how bad that punchline of that joke was. " that joke came in lower than my expectations for a magically filled up fridge after checking it for a seventh time in five minutes. "

throwing the pillow at her she continued eating her pizza piece, two rolled together while the cheese was just perfectly pulling a long line between herself and the piece.

" wherd you hear that n? " literal translation: where did you hear that one? speaking with her mouth full. no shame whatsoever in front of her friend.

[prodigiumamare]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 ; she can’t help it, she wants to— no, she shouldn’t. but he’s right there! and vulnerable! she doesn’t have t—- forget it. LOVE CHOMP~ !! / @lovepathed

𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 ⸻ 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 , 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 ⸻ then looks down at the hunter attached to his bicep via her teeth . the demon is silent for a moment , still as he continues blinking dumbly at her . then there’s a small amused snort and he’s poking at her cheek . his response comes with an alluring grin , tone full of innuendo and dark promises . ❛ baby , if you wanted a taste all you had to do was ask . ❜ sweet gwi-ma , what a fuckboy .

[prodigiumamare]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 ; “wahhh! i haven’t seen you almost at all in two days!” her despair would seem almost comical if it weren’t for the exaggerated pout pursing her lips together. she’s quick to latch onto his arm, shoving her cheek against his burly bicep as she looks at him with begging eyes. somebody seems particularly needy today, just enough to swallow the better part of her pride. or maybe she just missed him. “i was starting to wonder if someone else took you out-“ like permanently, but a date with someone else does an equally good job making her heart clench. “so now how are you going to make it up to me? i demand spoils.” / @lovepathed

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 , large hand coming up to muss the top of verene’s hair . ❛ i was at the studio almost day and night . ❜ it’s less an excuse and more a taunting statement , eyes rolling in affectionate exasperation at her theatrics . ❛ i told you i’d be busy this week months in advance . left you notes all along the apartment . texted you . ❜ his hand rubs at her head with a little more force , messing up her hair even more . ❛ it’s not my fault you don’t listen . ❜ 

even so , he can’t resist that look in her eyes . that bratty pout clinging to her lips that he’d love nothing more than to turn into a messy and swollen gasp . but rather than give in to his baser instincts , abby grins and rolls his eyes again , turns seductive gaze her way . ❛ you want spoils , huh ? what ? candy , flowers , fancy dinner ? we can do all that and far more , baby . ❜ his grin grows , a little more feral , a little more dangerous as his hands fall to her hips and pull her close . ❛ you wanna go to haneul park and look at the pink muhly ? or would you rather go to the bedroom and i can look at your pink⸻ ❜

[heartscripted]

@lovepathed asked: “ lay back down, you need to rest. ” ( callum ) \ comfort starters.

callum looked up at her from where he sat, the low light catching against the sharp line of his jaw. there was something unyielding in his posture, the kind of tension that didn't come from pain but from a refusal to stop moving. at her words, his brows knit, a flicker of something defensive crossing his face before he masked it again.

" i've rested enough, " he muttered, his tone clipped, the syllables precise — habitually restrained. his hand flexed once against his knee, restless, like he needed something to do. " there's still too much to — " he stopped, jaw tightening around the rest of it, because even he could hear how thin the excuse sounded.

" i don't sleep well, " he admitted finally, though it came out more like an accusation than a confession. " lying down doesn't fix that. " his eyes darted away, tracing the edge of the floorboards, the outline of her hand at her side — anywhere but her face.

callum's breath left him in a quiet sigh, the fight draining out of his frame by degrees. with a reluctant shift, he leaned back, movements deliberate, like someone testing the idea of stillness for the first time in a long while.

" just for a minute, " he murmured, voice low enough to almost disappear. his eyes fluttered half - shut, the weight of exhaustion finally pressing through his discipline. " don't . . . don't think this means you're right. " the corner of his mouth twitched, a half - hearted echo of humor. but even as he said it, the edge in his voice had softened, the quiet between them settling into something almost gentle.

[heartscripted]

@lovepathed asked: “ here, i made you some tea. ” (Noah) \ comfort starters.

the steam curled between them like breath — thin, ghostly ribbons that softened the cold edges of the room. noah blinked at the mug held out toward him, his brain a half - step behind his body. " oh, " he said after a beat, voice barely above a whisper. his hands moved on instinct, careful as he took it from her. the ceramic was warm against his palms, grounding in a way that felt almost foreign. it wasn't just the tea — it was the gesture. someone thinking of him.

he glanced up, trying for a small smile, but it came out a little crooked. " you didn't have to, " he murmured, though the way he held the mug close to his chest said otherwise. the warmth seeped through his fingers, slow & steady, like it was rewiring something inside him. then, softly : " it smells good. what kind is it ? " he didn’t really care about the answer — he just wanted her to keep talking, to hear her voice again.

[heartscripted]

@lovepathed asked: ❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞ (for a boy of your choosing!) \ IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING, accepting.

callum froze mid - motion, fingers stilling where they'd been adjusting the strap at his wrist. for a moment he didn't move, didn't breathe — as if the words had been something fragile, something that might shatter if he acknowledged them too quickly. slowly, his eyes lifted to meet hers.

" . . . look at me ? " he repeated, the words flat, though his voice had gone quieter, lower. he wasn't mocking her — if anything, it sounded uncertain, like he didn't quite know what to do with the softness she'd offered him.

there was a flicker of something in his expression, a flash of defensiveness that came & went like the twitch of a pulse. his instinct was to turn away, to break the tension with some clipped remark about having better things to do. but he didn't. not when her eyes stayed on him like that.

his jaw shifted, muscles working against the silence before he exhaled, slow & steady. " there's not much to look at, " he said finally, the edge in his tone gentled by something almost weary. still, he didn't move away. instead, he stood there — letting her eyes trace the lines of his face, the scars that time & duty had left behind, the small shadows of exhaustion that he usually kept hidden.

& for once, he doesn't avert his gaze. his posture eased, just slightly, the smallest concession. " . . . if you insist, " he murmured, a faint huff of breath leaving him as he met her eyes again. " take a good look, verene. you never know when things will change. "

[prodigiumamare]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 : GIVE HER A KISS, dealer’s choice! ↪ a kiss in the middle of a fight ! / @lovepathed

𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 , what it was he did that started the argument ⸻ because even if he can't remember what caused it , he remembers it was very much he who did it ⸻ but abby has had enough of it . her pouting face , her wide and ferocious eyes , her gesturing hands that come within inches of smacking him in the face ; he's had enough of these dramatics . it's when the hunter takes a breath to continue her tirade that he takes the opening .

powerful hands grab her fiercely by the shoulders ⸻ firm but not painful , he doesn't need her complaining about that either ⸻ and with one well-timed surge he slots his lips over hers , teeth biting down softly on her lower lip and pressing his tongue into the seam of her mouth . the incubus licks along her teeth , cheeks , tongue , the kiss aiming to be ⸻ like everything he does ⸻ overpowering and overwhelming . his hands move from her shoulders ; one to the back of her hair , tilting her head as needed and running his fingers through the soft strands , and the other to her hip that pulls her smaller body flush against the hard planes of his impressive musculature .

with a final and purring moan , as decadent and sin-incarnate as he is , abby pulls back ⸻ leaving his hands right where they are . with a swipe of his thumb along her hipbone , he grins . cocky and pleased with himself . ❛ feel unclenched yet , hunter ? or do we need to do some more exercises to destress you ? ❜