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[siiinfully]

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A thudding sound filled the room as Belladonna moved onto her lover's lap, the leather bound book that Jacob had been working through collapsed in on itself as it struck the hardwood floor. Blue eyes narrowed in agitation, though as her hands wrapped around his neck he couldn't help but relax.

"My love you know I'm working on a case." Still, the man found himself taking a hold of her hips as she shifted within his grasp. There wasn't any escape for her now, perhaps that's exactly what the demonic woman wanted.

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“You were working on a case,” she whispered silkily, and she ran her tongue along the side of Jacob’s neck. “He can wait for a few hours, can’t he?” This was one of the ‘risks’ ( or benefits, depending on how one viewed their relationship ) with being with Lust’s daughter. The sudden, burning desire to be with her partner, no matter the consequences of his distraction. But getting to this point had been a journey, too, and one that she, personally, was still going on in terms of getting used to being this open about her feelings.

But it was her mother’s side that was in full play now, with her attempts to seduce him and sway him from his work by grinding herself over him and moaning close to her ear.

[sir-intxgra]

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Integra watched the young man, "So you want me to believe that you are an angel?" She narrowed her eyes.

It was hypocritical, she expected others to believe in the existence of vampires and Dracula (who she, at all of 22 years, controlled), but this was out there, even for her. Although this acquaintanceship could have its benefits, maybe it would help turn the tides in Hellsing's favor...

[wvtchy]

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the signs had all been there- a heavy fatigue that couldn’t be helped with ten hours of sleep. a queasy fist permanently gripping her stomach, sometimes so tight that she’d find herself hugging the porcelain bowl of the toilet. all of her bras seemed to suffocate her now. the thought that she might be pregnant didn’t occur to her until she saw a box of unused tampons. 

the pregnancy tests had been purchased swiftly and with hard eye contact with the cashier. “good luck,” the woman her age called out as sabrina walked out the door. after the sliding doors closed, a whiff of something greasy and fried flowed in with the breeze. sabrina had then vomited in the trashcan right outside the doors.

she went through the motions, void of feeling. her expression sat coldly as she sat on the toilet and pried open the box, unwrapped a single white stick, uncapped the absorbent tip, and snuck it between her legs. once recapped with the plastic top, she set it on the counter and stared at the tiled floor of the bathroom for exactly three minutes.

two pink lines. her heart caught in her chest. without thought, her palm sat on the lower portion of her stomach. something is in there. for a short moment, she closed her eyes and tried to steady her quick heartbeat. but the door of the apartment opened and shut, halting her poor attempt at calming herself. she knew it was jacob, and before this, that knowledge would bring her instant comfort. today, it brought dread. 

quickly, she slid the test in the pocket of her jeans and stepped out of the bathroom, practicing a smile before heading out to the entryway to greet him. “hey,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

[magaprima]

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“The more, the merrier. And Satan knows who we might chance upon in the woods”

[siiinfilled]

“ there’s tension, and i would like to release it. “ For Belladonna from @perfectingdeathsdesign​

“And you think I could help you there? How? I only know of two ways, but I’m sure you’re aware of that.” Demons weren’t the only ones capable of creating ‘hybrids’, as some people called them, and Jacob wasn’t the first Nephilim she’d encountered since her birth many, many, many, many years ago. He was one of the very few who didn’t treat her like some degenerate, which made her more willing to see what he had to say.

[demonmegcause]

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The light drifted into the room and right onto her eyelid. which prompted her to open her eye. She hissed at the sun as if she was a vampire and turned away from the light to go back to bed, she had a splitting headache. But when she was turned around, she came face to face with her friend. “Jacob?” She tried to assess the situation. Meg was wearing a shirt and underwear but the shirt was clearly his. 

“Did we--?”

[killerqueenpetrcva]

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The brunette makes her way into the bedroom, and plops down on the couch. There’s only a few tasks she remembers to complete before the night’s over. Not too many, but enough that would be important if she had forgotten.

She’s doing mindless work, and even trying to finish a few things she needed to finish. Once those were almost finished, she glances up. “Hey,” she calls out, turning her head. “You here?”

[elainewitchparks]

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Jacob can find an envelope with some cursive writing on the back; Elaine Parks<3

Merry Christmas, dear! Remember when you had helped me with the unsaid, accidental murder a few weeks ago? Your gift will be handed to you by me, just see me tonight at the park 7:30 sharp! No one else should be there.

Love, The Love Witch