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John. Human disaster. "Let me guess -- daddy issues?"

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Somewhere between fuck you and I’d fuck you.

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succubus-tessa​:

Tessa was surprised - but very much pleasantly so - when the guy stood up and stepped closer to her. He was taller than her, by quite a bit, but she knew that she held all the power between them. She was curious if he was oblivious to that fact, or if he simply didn’t care. She hoped it was the latter. While there was a certain appeal to making humans quiver before her, there was something to be said for the ones who held no fear as well. Who dared to be the one to approach her, to look her straight in the eye. 

“Look like me?” she wondered. “Beautiful, you mean?” She had never been one for modesty. Why should she, looking the way she did. “It’s a bit of a cliché, assuming that, but if you’re fishing for me to call you daddy, all you had to was ask.”

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John was intimately aware of the fact he was playing a dangerous game. He wasn’t the one that held the power here, not even an ounce of it. But, he didn’t care. He was going to die anyway, what did it matter if it was today? What did if matter if was by the hand of a beautiful woman? Nothing fucking mattered  and thus, John had nothing to fear. 

He let her hair slip free of his grasp then, let it fall down, where it came to rest over the curve of her breasts. He smirked at her response. Why would a superior waste time on being coy? “No,” he said, stepping forward until he was completely in her space, head dipping so that he could sigh into the shell of her ear, “Girls that look like they could use a man who knows how to fuck them properly.” 

John pulled back then, expression smug. “And if I wanted you to call me Daddy, I wouldn’t ask.” He smirked, all leisurely charm. “I’d demand.” 

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kate-succubus​:

Kate smiled at him, she could already notice her effect on him, if she didn’t found this fun, he would be on his knees begging for her not to break anything else than his finger, Katherine did not like to be challenged, that was one of the reasons why she never had the patient to train a hound, if they weren’t smart enough to do what was told, they only deserved to be put down.

She placed her hand on his cheek, wanting to look at her and the small dress that she was wearing that showed all her best features. “Go ahead, do your best.” She said giving him permission to speak freely, truly wondering if he was going to use his chance to try to offend her or for something else.

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John leaned into the caress as she touched his face, her touch delicate, but far too warm to the touch of a demon. This close, he could see down the valley of her breasts -- full and beckoning. She’d given him permission to speak, but not to touch. And, John? Well, he hadn’t ever been much of a rule-follower. He chuckled, lifting his own hand to wrap around hers, eyes dark as he held her gaze, the beginnings of want stirring in his gut. 

“Surely you mean do my worst?” he exhaled, gently moving her hand so he could kiss at the palm of it, even going so far as to drag his dull teeth across the smooth bow of it. And, when he chuckled softly, his breath warmed it. 

“I think you’re bored,” he told her. “Hard to please. Demanding.” 

He tilted his head, pulling away from her hand. “Tell me I’m wrong, demon.” 

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az-the-mischievous​:

“I dunno- I mean, I definitely think the whole Daddy thing is hot as fuck. Does that mean I’ve got Daddy issues?” The lollipop in her mouth clattered against her teeth as she shifted it from one cheek to the other, her expression more bemused than anything else as she looked the man over. It was one way to get her attention, that was for sure. “Why, do you have ‘em too? We could totally start a club,” she teased, grinning around the candy as she moved to lean against the nearby wall. “If you pinkie promise not to turn this into a therapy session, I can spring you for some drinks. We can think up a club name.” 

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Perky. 

John hated perky. It was like his antithesis. And this woman was full of perk. He frowned, not bothering to hide his sigh as he lifted a hand to card through his hair, discarding his bottle of water before he did so.

 “Why,” he drawled, turning his gaze on her, playful lift to the corners of his mouth. “You gonna make me call you Daddy if I say yes?” 

He snorted. “Skip the drinks and get me a pack of cigarettes and we got a deal, Pinkie Pie.” 

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succubus-tessa​:

Tessa usually let the humans come to her. It was easy, working at voyeur, being a succubus. They flocked around her. But today, she was in the mood for something different. A hunt, a challenge. So she had decided to head to the gutters, looking for exactly that. She was walking along the cells, peeking into all of them, unsure exactly who she was looking for until she laid eyes on him. 

A smirk grazed over her red-painted lips, slowly, predatorily. “Hm,” she hummed. “I can’t say I’m a classic case of daddy issues.” She had lost her father during the war, but they had always had a good relationship. “Why? Does something about me scream it? Or do you just assume most girls have them?”

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Of course she was beautiful. They always were. She was no exception. Not with her lips of red and cascade of hair the same color. There was purpose, too, in her gaze, as if she’d come looking for something and wasn’t quite sure if she’d found it. 

John chuckled and took the last sip of his water before crushing the bottle and discarding it onto the dusty floor. He stood then, stepping forward towards her without an ounce of fear, taking pleasure in the fact he towered over her. 

The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth was a challenge of its own. “When they look like you?” he drawled, hand shifting so that he could lift a loose lock of her hair, bringing it to press against his mouth as he murmured, “Yeah, I do.” 

He never once broke eye contact. 

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reza-sinclair​:

“So that’s your out from this shit show? The best we can strive for at this point is being claimed and taken by someone who has decent enough standards to treat a person right. That and someone who we can get whatever we so desire out of.” Not that she had fund someone along those lines or that anyone had eyed her in a manner like that. She wanted a connection to some degree too but that was all secondary to consider right now. “Kid-” she scoffed while she decided in the moment that moving was too much of a chore. “Nah I think I wanna see what you’d do if I don’t move out of your way.”

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“I gotta call you Princess, now eh, kid? Since you think Prince Charming is gonna come sweep you off your feet? Hate to break it to you, but hoping for something like that’s only gonna end in misery.” He’d seen it -- hopeful, lively gazes that dulled, that came to accept the reality of what it meant to be a slave. 

He was much the same, he supposed. 

His expression darkened as he gazed down at Reza. It shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, thinking of her as some asshole’s toy. 

“Yeah,” he reiterated as pushed off the wall, putting all his weight on her cot, the pathetic thing wheezing under the added weight of him. “Kid.” He moved then, straddling her while grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head. “You sure about that, Princess?”

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😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

John is adventurous. He’ll try anything one. However, he quite likes rough sex, sensory deprivation, asphyxiation, public sex, face sitting, bruises, marking, blood play, knife play, humiliation (giving), most things.

💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 

Nope. John doesn’t believe in love. 

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 

Consent. 

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kate-succubus​:

Kate was normally in a good mood, using people for pleasure and making them wanting her was her specialty, so she didn’t meet many rude people, luckily for him his words were almost amusing for her, cute even. “I’m a demon, I don’t have a father.” So having daddy issues was a little hard. “Would you like to try again?” She said walking closer to him in a very calming voice as she tried to work her powers on him

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Hah. Right, of course she was a demon. His Polish grandma was likely rolling over in her grave, bless his nan’s soul. He cocked his head, not bothering to break her gaze as she approached him, voice soft, calming. John should’ve known well enough by now when he was being subjected to some superior talent. 

But, he was none the wiser at the moment, not bothering to take note of the way his attraction grew to her. After all, she’d already been hot and John wasn’t blind, nor was a he a man that turned a shy eye. 

He chuckled. “Would I like to or do I need permission to?” 

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🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?🎆 Is my muse into monogamy?

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

John is a problem. He’s a Dom-leaning Switch. 

🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?

Messy. Awkward. Embarrassing. 

🎆 Is my muse into monogamy?

John used to believe in it, but he’s not exactly banking on the white picket family life at this point. 

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reza-sinclair​:

Reza watched him with interest when he proceeded over to her side. She kept hers organized and neat with the basics they did have among them. Her lips upturned into a smirk while she appeared to be debating it. “I dunno. I’m pretty comfy right here, John,” she taunted with a tilt of her head to the side. “But I guess if you’re insisting  upon it I suppose I can be persuaded to move out of this spot to find your silly lighter. That shit will kill you one day you know.”

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“Are you?” he mused, already having half a mind to pin her down and tickle her until she cried for mercy or yelled uncle. That made his smirk twitch into a small grin, the momentary flutter of a memory surfacing, one of Amy’s laughter, one he discarded a moment later. 

He did, however, shift, right knee coming to rest at the edge of her cot. That shit will kill you one day, she said. He snorted. “Maybe that’s what I’m banking on, kid.” Wouldn’t that be just hilariously ironic -- dying of lung cancer after being used and abused by supernatural creatures. 

Hilarious. 

“You gonna put your money were your mouth is or are you gonna make me, make you?”

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reza-sinclair​:

“Your lighter?” Reza had uses for one sure but that didn’t mean she took his. She wondered if it was one of those impossible to argue scenarios where he was simply looking to check upon things. Like those times he subtly checked her for bruises after a night spent rented. She had noticed all that of course. “I don’t have your lighter.” Kicking back on her cot again she stretched out comfortably. It was always disheartening to be stuck inside again but she’d live. She was as she said bored and decided his argument was worth the entertainment. “Maybe it fell out of your pocket. Hm?”

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“Well,” he began, sitting up, feet hitting the cement flooring with a loud thunk, kicking up some dust. He stood, wandering lazily over to her side of the room. He leaned over her cot then, curling his fist so it could rest against the wall, holding him upright as he looked down at her, mouth upturned into a wry smile. 

“You gonna get up and help me look for it or are you gonna be a brat and keep laying there?” 

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reza-sinclair​:

“Yeah sure-” Reza halted her steps and gave the other her attention. It was just another day in her opinion. There were no direct feelings about it as to whether it was good or bad or inbetween. “Is there something I can help you with? I’m not doing anything else today anyway and fuck am I bored.” Fingers untangled some knots at the end of her hair to busy her hands while she awaited some sort of response. She wasn’t sure what she could help with but she’d ask out of sheer politeness. 

John tried to mind his own business, alright. He tried. But Reza was his cellmate and he was forced to share a space with her and so sue him, he’d begun to liken her to Amy. And wasn’t that shit just the worst because now he cared. 

He wasn’t supposed to care. 

His mouth twitched, frown marring it for a second before he wiped it away, replacing it with an easy, devil-may-care attitude. “You can start by telling me where my lighter is, kid,” he drawled, already knowing it was under her cot, where he’d chunked it before she walked in. 

What? It wasn’t like he could strike up a conversation because he wanted to check up on her. No, that was much too forward. 

He had to start a fight, instead.

“Or you gonna deny you took it?” 

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John held no particular feelings towards the superiors that darkened the hallways of the gutters looking for a good time, for a bloodbag, for a traitor to torment. Apathy was, in his book, the best policy. Pain was momentary, fleeting. But, John knew all too well, if you gave them an inch to hurt you with, they’d turn it into a mile long road of misery.

But, today? Today John’d had a long day. He wasn’t feeling particularly apathetic nor self-preserving. So, he lifted his water bottle to his lips, took a liberal sip and then sat forward, making eye contact with the first person he spotted. 

“Let me guess,” he drawled, pointing at them with his fore and middle fingers. “Daddy issues?” 

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hound-sabre​:

Sabre had to give the human that where many of his equals were too scared to say anything or too moronic to say anything of value, he at least had some wit. Not that she would ever admit as much to him, of course. She had her pride and he had his place, a slave, a nobody. Her red-painted lips twitched into a brief, wry smile behind her coffee cup. “Oh, I have many more words to throw at your kind,” she said honestly. “Should you ever wish to indulge in this apparent degradation kink of yours.”

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John chuckled at that, mouth playing at an almost smile. He shifted then, propped himself up so he could get a better look at who was speaking. She was beautiful, but it’d be hard pressed to find an ugly superior. Dark hair, red lips. Some bite, clearly. 

"Do you?” he asked, hand lifting to card through his hair, pushing it aside to reveal the small beginnings of a smirk. “Do your worst then,” he dared her. “Let’s see if I have an apparent degradation kink, yeah?”