𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.

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smut?

‘uhm... i don’t think so.’

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"TASTY."

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arata dies for tarnishing catherine’s good name

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catherine and katherine as succubus and lilim from smt.

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“That’s right boys. My pussy game’s RIDICULOUS.”

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meandemcanor

That’s so sad, Alexa play despacito

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Was he okay? It’s true that walking through a seedier part of town had already put him in the mood for jumping at shadows. Settling in this place was mostly about practicality, having a place to sit, shelter from the rain, etc. Although he’s quick to trust his gut on these matters, it’s…only natural that he be predisposed to assume the worst given the sneaking suspicion of it.

“I…maybe you’re right…” He chews on the inside of his cheek, tries to take a breath. That familiar presence seems to dwindle in his mind, which means either he really was imagining things or…for whatever reason, the Beast had decided it would bide its time further…which has happened before, to be fair. One has to wonder why, but…well, questions for later.

“Sorry if I wigged you out or anything.” he offers a sheepish, nervous smile. “R-Rough week, y’know…”

He seemed to be different from the average human, a brow quirking once more as she processed the absurdity of such a situation. Out of all the boys to run into, she had to run into the one with some weird monster sensing ability...

“Just take a deep breath okay? If it was anything serious there would be a bigger commotion.” Or simply, it had just happened and no one had been around to notice any disturbances. “Don’t even sweat it. I totally get how things can be sometimes.”

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also i can’t believe hisoka killed catherine

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GREEK LOVES TEST

Your Greek Love is: Good Agape

All agape types are organized around bestowal and attuned to instinct and inspiration. Agape types are spontaneous and mythopoetic lovers who charm others by making them the recipients of a free-spirited and joyous bestowal that escapes all conventional means of appraisal and evaluation and which is itself without limits. Agape is truly a love which freely gives and forgives, and which precedes the rational, confounding it, and charms less inspired natures to relinquish their everyday sensibility in order to play along to the joyful tune of its carnival. As a love, agape is truly "that good which has no end and is its own measure" and for which every conventional standard of value is too small a receptacle for the joys that it has to offer. As for good agape, it is, as Shakespeare said, like "a gentle rain that droppeth from Heaven and is twice blessed," exalting to both giver and receiver. The efforts of good agape are rarely calculated or strained, but flow forth from that spontaneous and golden wit which champions an unapologetic celebration of life. In loving through good agape, you often find yourself in the role of effervescent maverick, or "golden child": Charming, optimistic, and eternally youthful, your charisma and glee are rare commodities that provide much-needed reprieves from the humdrum of everyday existence and brighten up the lives of others. Your charisma and joyous bestowals tend to have a captivating effect on people where others are seized by your personal magnetism and cheer. By your mesmerizing displays of optimism and wit, it is likely that you have often gotten away with things that others would not. However, it would be wrong to imply that your bestowals are calculated, since they are in fact freely bequeathed onto others, the "joy of giving" being in your very nature, and with you enjoying the munificence and good cheer that your effervescence has on others too. Famous Greeks who have Agape: Homer, Diogenes the Dog. Your ideal partner is someone who has Nomos.

TAGGED BY: @decepteur (ilu) TAGGING: *souja boy voice* YOUUU

[khcz]

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“Good boy.” She praises him, fully knowing that just by a simple view of her chest-- he was wrapped around her finger.

Any look of dominance completely vanished off her face as he began to play with her breasts however, lips uttering soft whimpers of pleasure as his hands masterfully toyed with her nipples.

“-- Ahh... Am I?~” The succubus replied in a quieter tone, her fingers teasingly running down his chest before he began to touch the rest of her body. “Why don’t you go and undress the rest of me and see just how sturdy I am?”

The feeling of pressure against her pussy had her vocalizing her pleasure, pressing both legs together in an attempt to mask such a feeling; there was no way she was going to let him get her riled up that easily.

“Or are you just going to rub your dick on my boobs this whole time?”

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It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

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Was that too cryptic? He guesses it must have sounded like it, given her question. “Oh– uh, no, sorry - I wasn’t. I meant like…literally.” That all too familiar thump, that heavy spark that rings in his chest when the creature that hunted him ever-presently was nearby. He could feel it in the air, and his suspicions were never wrong.

“There’s something here…probably isn’t a good idea to stick around.” The nerves in his tone are evident. Leg bouncing anxiously, he clearly wasn’t prepared to stay for too much longer himself.

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The blonde raises a brow at his words, seemingly still not fully aware of just what he meant.

“Uhm... I still don’t know what you mean.” She confesses, although truthfully she was already aware; after all, behind her innocent appearance hid the truth.. Catherine was a monster herself.

“-- Oh!” And then she finally understood. “Are you sure though? It could just be the train or something...-- Are you okay? It’s probably not a big deal y’know...”

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“That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.”

horror movie starter sentences.

“– Ugh. Not to be insensitive or anything, but I’m so tired of hearing about death all the time. Yeah people are dying or whatever but people die all the time! I don’t know if you’re trying to be morbid or whatever but I’m totally not into it.”

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“We’re going to need a lot of bullets.”

horror movie starter sentences.

“– Would you really go so far as to kill someone for me? How sweet!… But…. you know I was joking right?” Soft laughter escapes from pink lips, one hand running down the other’s chest as blues direct themselves to his own eyes.

“I do like a guy with devotion though… just so you know.~”

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      The corner of his lip twitched. “How did you know?” Nails sunk into her forearm as soon as she looped around him, grinding deeper the longer she touched. Blood pooled against his palm. “It isn’t that easy.” 

      He pried fingers from his throat, eyes flashing dangerously. “I never really liked forward women.” Specifically, women who had been shown indication that their “target” lacked interest, yet still failed to recede. 

      “Do you trust me?” Hand cradling an insufferable expression, he easily palmed her neck with the other, instinct urging him to snap it. An edge appeared and drew across soft skin, opening a red smile below the mouth she used for talking. “I don’t either.” 

“Woman’s intuition.~” She responds cheekishly, seemingly pleased by what she assumed was his lowered guard.

“--!!!  What do you think you’re.. doing?!” The blonde was very mistaken however, as evident by the blood that started surfacing from her forearm, eyes widening in fear and rage.

As he began to pry her fingers from his throat, her expression just became one of pure fury-- brows knitting together as teeth grit, attempting to fight him in strength but to no avail.

“You.. Do you think I’m just going to let you treat me like this?! I don’t know what the hell gave you the idea you could just talk to me like that, but I’m going to rip your throat out for even thinking it!”

Catherine didn’t respond to his words as she continued on with her attempt to reach for his neck once more, a brief pause as she winced at the feeling of his hand wrapped against her skin. “I’ll fucking kill you!--”

It’s the last thing she uttered before she froze, terror and panic in her last moments as she reached the area he’d tarnished. Even if she tried to cover it with her palms, it wouldn’t stop.