#prophvtics

[blcssom]

closed for @prophvtics ft. lewis beckett – 35 || con-man (posing as priest) + supernatural au | josh o'connor

it couldn't possibly have been that difficult, lewis thought. despite his own lack of faith, he'd certainly been dragged through his fair share of church meetings throughout his lifetime and if those men could ease the anxieties of their congregation through confessional, there was no way he wouldn't be able to do the same. after all, crafting narratives meant to move his mark toward one feeling or another was one of the conman's specialties. still, his heart hammered against his chest as he waited in the dark, mahogany box for the sound of the other side to open. he startled when it did, though cleared his throat as a means of grounding himself while he waited for the stranger on the other side to seat themselves. "come in, my child, take your time."

[lambsgod]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @prophvtics

"hold still! quit squirmin', you'll fuck it up..." of all the ways to inflict pain on another person, this was one method mac had never tried— mainly because it was a lot more complicated than she preferred, but also because she'd never had a victim she'd wanted to keep around long enough to mark permanently. could rabbit be considered a victim, though? she'd certainly hurt him plenty of times, treated him more like a punching bag than a human, but she saw him as her partner in crime, and she was confident he felt the same. if he didn't... well, she didn't know what she'd do. being in love was a very vulnerable state to exist within, suddenly feeling as though she had the ability to be hurt by another person— not physically, which she could always heal from, but emotionally, which was a much more harrowing concept. how could one heal from heartache? "if ya' don't stop whimperin' like a bitch, imma change it to 'pussy'. ya' hear me?" the "p" in "pup" was already inked onto the inside of his bottom lip in her messy black scrawl, having just started on the "u" when he began getting antsy. she couldn't see why this would hurt any more than whatever else she'd inflicted on him before... despite their crude materials— just a sewing needle sterilized with rubbing alcohol and a lighter and the ink from a broken sharpie— she was being as gentle as she possible could, but receiving a tattoo would always be a violent process regardless of intent. pausing her poking, she grasped his chin tightly before using her other hand to give him a firm slap on one cheek. "stay. fuckin'. still. i'm not jokin'! this is permanent, bunny... i wanna do it right."

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @prophvtics ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

"hi baby," sweet sultry voice drips as she wanders near her boyfriend, hand immediately trailing down his legs. "you busy?" she hums lightly, eyes growing more hungry by the minute.

[blcssom]

closed for @prophvtics — plot in source !

in his defense, if he'd known anyone else were around spencer wouldn't have been walking around quite so freely. in fact, he likely would've sequestered himself until he could be certain he could escape without having to make small talk with anyone. when he opens the door, he hears them before he actually sees them and the quick apology is poised on his tongue until his eyes flit up to find them in an..... illuminating position. "————- i didn't know— i mean... i thought i was alone——-"

[blcssom]

closed for @prophvtics — plot in source !

typically when she was allowing herself to get lost in the touch of whichever stranger had caught her eye that day, olivia liked to let her mind wander elsewhere.... a porno she'd watched recently, maybe, or the memory of an earlier, better lay if she were desperate. with them, however, she hadn't felt the familiar urge to check out of the moment, focused on each noise that rose from them and every lap of their tongue as they exchanged sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. it was this awareness that had her stopping the second the word fell from their lips, brows arched in amusement. ".....what did you just call me?"

[lambsgod]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @prophvtics 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: source 𝔴𝔥𝔬: alexei "lex" azimov, he/him, 21, gay ??? (closeted), submissive, college student

their night had started the same way most weekends did, with a couple beers and a generously rolled joint that they'd passed back and forth until lex's head was fuzzy and his inhibitions loosened, but it ended the same way it always did— with lex breathless and on his back, jude perched atop of him to hold him down. only, this time, jude's fingers were dancing across the bare flesh of his abdomen that had revealed itself when his shirt rode up from their playful grappling, tickling him until lex was gasping for breath and squealing for him to stop. he was doing his best to squirm and wiggle his way out of jude's hold, trying to get the upper hand back after being overpowered with ease, but nothing he did made him budge even an inch. "ok, ok, ok! you win!"

[lambsgod]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @prophvtics 𝔴𝔥𝔬: misha "meech" pavlov, he/him, 21, pansexual, submissive, streamer

"uhhh... what?" it had taken a second for misha to even respond to her request, having to think, and rethink, and then think again just to make sure he was certain what "bark" meant, or if it had more than one meaning in english. he was drawing a blank as to alternate definitions, but that still didn't explain why she would request such a thing from him. surely she was just messing with him, right? it must've been some sort of test; if only he had studied beforehand. "sorry, i... sorry." clearing his throat, he straightened his posture where he was still kneeling at her feet, his hands resting politely in his lap. "you want me to... bark for you? like dog?"

[blcssom]

for @prophvtics cont. from here

he admired her for a moment, silhouetted in the dim light of his bedroom across the sheets. if he were to be completely honest, max was no stranger to the fact that mollie was out of his league. in fact, he thought it was a miracle that she'd entertained him for as long as she had. each time they argued, he grew more and more certain that he would never see her again and as heavy as the feeling could weigh on him, it was worth it to feel the pleasant buzz of surprise (and maybe relief) when she returned to his doorstep. as he climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her frame, he couldn't fight a knowing grin at the accusation. "i do like your whining, you've got me there." he dipped forward, lips dotting soft kisses along her collarbone before working up the curve of her neck. "the entire situation began complicated, i'm just keeping up the vibe for you, sweetheart." one hand slid beneath their frames, palm dragging down her stomach until his fingers could begin gathering the fabric of her shirt to lift it up over her head but his gaze was wrenched away from the soft, pale skin he'd exposed by her gentle pulling. unfortunately, her words didn't encourage his good behavior as much as they encouraged more taunting. he took a moment briefly to disconnect his lips from her skin, shedding the layer of fabric before he trailed open-mouthed kisses over one of her covered breasts. "the games are part of my charm, princess. but since i can tell you've been suffering...." as his words trailed off, his fingers slipped between her thighs, trailing up and down the damp fabric before taking an indulgent circle around her clit through her panties.