Leave Monica Alone, She Don't Know Right From Wrong! You Know She Never Liked People!

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

“Kryptonite...”

Vivienne POV:

I took the time to know her instead of going straight to the bedroom...It doesn't only make me crave more from her sexually, but it makes me want more than just that, sex. I want her on all levels, body, mind, and soul. I want her all. I want to be hers...and her to be mine.

I hear water rushing from the bathroom. I smile and yell in that direction. "Better not be using my shampoo! Or my body wash." I hear her distant yell back, "Well?! That's all I see!" I sigh getting up and going into the bathroom. "FUCKING PERVERT!" I chuckle, responding while getting the guest stuff from the drawer. "You know good and well that's my job, Luci."

I move the curtain a bit to hand them to her. "The blue one is body wash and the pastel purple is shampoo. Don't fuck with my shampoo or my body wash, unless you want to go around people smelling like me." I hear her chuckle as I walk out of the bathroom. "I wouldn't mind smelling like you, Vivi. You smell nice, the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Like your personality"

I sit on my bed. Ten minutes later, Lucinda's out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Any clothes?" I nod, getting up and walking into the closet, grabbing a panda onesie and throwing at her. "Oh, hi! Thanks V!"

I nod again, sitting down. "This may be strange to ask- but you got a pair of underwear I can wear?" I smirk, "Hmmm, let me see what I have for you." I get up and make my way to my lingerie drawer. "Give me a colour that isn't the colour I'm wearing."

My soft pale skin was barely covered by the soft transparent silk that goes around my undergarments. "White?" I let out a silent hum finding the most innocent lingerie I have that's white. I throw the panties and the lace bra at her. Her face flushes red, as she turns around dropping her towel to her feet.

"I hate you for that." I chuckle sitting on my bed. "Why is that, you didn't say how to give it to you." When she's in the lingerie she stands directly in front of me. "Yes, darling?"

She softly touches my cheek before slapping it and then she rubs it. I love pissing off Valentine so instead of letting out an "ow" I moan and I see her face find a whole new shade. "Goddamn pervert." I smirk laying back on the bed. "Sorry, I just absolutely adore pain, so you have to do more than just physically hurt me, Luci."

She sighs, getting dressed and laying beside me. "I hate you." I chuckle at her words. "You love me." She pushes my shoulder.

"Exactly, that's why I hate your ass." We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Hey V?" I look over at the dark brunette, "Yes?"

Lucinda asks me yet another question. "What's your favourite song, I need to know your taste in music." I sigh out a breath of relief. "Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat."

Lucinda PoV:

I pause. "At this point I was thinking Dirty Talk, or something more sexual but, Cyber Sex?" Vivienne laughs, sitting up and opening her phone. "Siri, pull up Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat." Repeating what Vivienne said Siri followed her directions.

"Since you think Cyber Sex isn't sexual let me just tell you the lyrics until you get it."She softly sings the lyrics. "I wanna touch on you, you see me in my room, wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do, I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera." She looks at me. "Must I break it down for you?"

I shake my head no. But she continues making me blush. "Are you into that? Let's break the internet,We do the best, when we have cybersex." My face is now a tomato, and when she finished.

When she looked at my crimson face she smirked and air-kissed my cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling- You should have said stop!" She laughs and I groan. "I swear, Vivienne we aren't going to get far with your pet names." When she notices she stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, again...It's a bad habit that will be hard for me to drop, since I'm a seductress and all." I nod, understanding. "Well, can you not use it with me please, V?" Another wicked smirk forms on Vivienne's pale complection.

"I love it when you beg-" She pauses when I give her the look of "Really, bitch?" and she stops. "Sorry, of course, I'll try to, Luci." I smile at Vivi and she smiles back, she rarely smiles from what I know so seeing her smile is a blessing to see. "Any more questions, Valentine?"

I shake my head and then she starts firing questions at me. "Besides Pandas what are your favourite animals?" I smile, "Suprised you didn't ask what my kinks are, well, Sloths, especially baby sloths." Vivi smiles at me, laying with her head dangling at the end of her bed, her raven hair touching the floor. I flip that way as well and Vivienne says something about it.

"You must love wanting to copy me." I roll my eyes. "What?! Hell no!" She smirks. "So why did you use my Shampoo? I can smell it in your hair, Lucinda Valentine." I roll my eyes once again.

"In my defense it smells good and it'll remind me of you when I leave your house." She plasters on yet another wicked smile. "Who said you were leaving?" My eyes widen ad I get up. "Nope!" She laughs hard getting up and embracing my hand.

"I'm playing with you, Lucinda! Come back! You're wearing my clothes!" I pause at the door. "Fair point." I walk back to the bed and sit down. "Plus, I'm tired can we sleep?" Vivienne nods, "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

She gets up but I grab her arm. "Look! You live here, you sleep in your bed." Vivienne gets in the bed, dragging me in the bed with her. "We both sleep in my bed." My face glows red before I start to move back but Vivienne says something else.

"As friends, I won't try to have sex with you if you don't want it because I don't want to lose you to my sexual energy..." My eyes widen, "Oh, of course, V." She wraps me in the covers and her arms and I hugged her tight.

"Good night, Vivi."

"Good Night, Kryptonite."

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Prompt #2

It’s a quiet day in San Fransico. You are touring there with a couple of friends. Roaming the Great Union Square you spot a statue. It’s of a snail. But from it’s mouth comes a mini water fall of water. The snail is a bit bigger than the regular snails you see. You towards it as if you were drawn to it by an invisible stream of magic. When you swish your finger through the water coming from it’s mouth and suddenly you see a checkerboard pattern under your feet. “Great…back in wonderland…again.”

I have been committed to Medusa for TOO LONG Euryale is- Perfect- Goddamn it-

Euryale NSFW ABC maybe?

Written by @evoedbd​

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles are a must.  Euryale is instantly all over her partner, albeit quite obliviously.  Mortals are such strange creatures sometimes, but no request is too outrageous for Euryale to follow without question when it comes to aftercare.

 B= Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Hands.  Hands down. The way elegant fingers can curl so viciously around the hilt of a blade, but weave so softly between Euryale’s own.  The way those fingers can be so filling, but never bring undesired pain.  Nothing is better than hands Euryale knows she is safe to shatter into.

   C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically …)

Euryale adores feeling the evidence of lovemaking.  Yet, nothing is as delicious to her as a kiss with her lover’s taste upon her lips, or her own taste upon her lover’s.  Trading flavours in an intimate kiss is the perfect ending to any night.

   D= Dirty Talk (Pretty self-explanatory)

Dirty talk is not Euryale’s strong suit, or particularly to her tastes.  Her lovers can rail her into the next century, but they’d better not dare degrade her like some backstreet prostitute.  If one is to speak dirty to Euryale, they’d best make it sound like they are addressing royalty.  Euryale will accept nothing less.

 E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s over 200 years old.  Euryale has done most things at least once.  She knows what she likes, but she’s never done things with a mortal she genuinely cares about before.  For that, she relishes the experiences with her seemingly mortal girlfriend as if they are new.  This makes her seem less experienced than she truly is, at least under a certain woman’s touch.

 F= Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Euryale couldn’t answer that.  Some days, she simply wants to be held down into the mattress and taken violently, like an animal in heat.  Ironically, this desire seems to align with the seasons.  Otherwise she simply wants ride her girlfriend, trying to hold eye contact as long as possible, fists clenched around the knives stabbed into the headboard or wall.

 G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?)

Euryale is as serious as a heart attack. She will suffer a lover laughing at her.  That said, something about her mortal has her want to be a little playful.  Her knives always cameo, usually stabbed into the furniture as a handhold as the little mortal rocks her world.

 H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc?)

Waxed.  Kept completely bare.  Euryale likes her sensitive skin exposed and smooth.

   I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect …)

She tries.  Truly, Euryale tries to be romantic.  Sadly, many of her partners seem to find her intimidating, or are too distracted by her knives to notice.  Strangely, it is her little mortal who seems to find Euryale’s behaviours endearing, happy to kiss any knife brought to her face with a dreamy expression.

 J= Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Euryale is very experienced with herself.  She enjoys teasing herself, stroking and enjoying the feeling of her smooth, sensitive skin beneath her palms until she can’t wait any longer.  This is perhaps one of the only times that Euryale will stay quiet, squeaking and moaning behind a hand clamped over her mouth.

   K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Knives.  Anytime Euryale can have her knives involved instantly revs her engines.  Seeing her partner kiss the length.  Freezing the blades so their chill will rile up her girl.  Creating handholds.

   L= Location (Favorite Place to do the deed)

Chairs are good.  The perfect place to ride her Girlfriend’s fingers, using her own back to shield anybody from laying eyes on her precious mortal.  Wherever that chair is sitting is completely irrelevant.  Though, she’s noticed her Girlfriend prefers her apartment.

   M= Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Her girlfriend. The woman is so unimaginably beautiful, carved by Hephaestus to show the world the true meaning of Lust.  But she is so gentle and sweet too.  She looks at Euryale’s quirks with this perfect quirk of her lips that has the Gorgon unable to focus on anything but the memories of the things that mouth can do.  The sweet kisses and kind words that fill Euryale’s heart. These romantic emotions are so new to the Gorgon. Sometimes, they overwhelm her until the heat burning in her body needs to be released.  Its then that Euryale pounces.

 N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Incest.  No mommy kinks. No stepsister plays.  Calling Euryale “babe” is the fastest way to have the Gorgon leaping off her girlfriend’s lap with an indignant shriek.

 O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Euryale is an excellent giver.  Oral with Euryale is an experience many mortal women would die for.  However, Euryale herself is nervous about receiving, not because of embarrassment, but for safety reasons.  Euryale loses her mind receiving, and often forgets how strong she is when she clamps her thighs.  A traumatic experience with crushing a mortal’s skull has let her hesitant to let someone she cares about go down.

 P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

The name of the game is passionate.  Euryale is fire, hungry and demanding from the first moment.  She’s borderline primal, all growls bites, hard movements.  Euryale is the most devoted worshipper of her lover’s body.  That animalistic intensity is tempered into a thorough claiming of every single inch of her girl’s body. Even with a husk to her voice, Euryale will snarl her praises, refusing to let her girlfriend think she is unappreciated for a single moment.  One might say that Euryale’s energy in bed is that of someone who has been edged to the point of fury. Euryale wants to feel worshipped, just as she wants to worship.  She has a goddess in her bed, and as twitchy as Euryale can be, there is no way she will disappoint.   Nothing but her lover’s requests will tame her.

Euryale’s girlfriend however is gentle, soft hands guiding Euryale instead of trapping her.  Letting Euryale wear herself out, all the while feeling that she is loved and valued.  When Euryale settles enough to surrender, it is slow and gentle, coaxing Euryale slowly into every crest of bliss.  The girlfriend is all too happy to use her body, to cover Euryale, blanketing her as the Gorgon sobs into her neck.

   Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Euryale is happy to shove her girlfriend into a chair and demand hands beneath her dress.  She is happy to ride to a fast orgasm.  Or shove her hand down the girl’s pants and drag a climax out of her, and a second for good measure.

   R= Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Their very relationship feels like a risk.  Euryale’s body has the strength to crush and destroy her girl if she loses concentration for a moment.  Everything new they do is planned, often by her Girlfriend.  However, if her Girlfriend steals the marble cuffs, then Euryale is trusting enough to try anything.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last …)

Days.  Euryale can go for literal days when it is just sex with an equally ungodly partner.  Emotionally, she can go hours before she burns out mentally.  Her girlfriend stops when Euryale’s mind disconnects, not wanting just a body.

 T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes.  Euryale has access to the ungodly monster category of toys, along with her Aura.   Her girlfriend has a more chaste collection of electronic toys.  Combining them on Euryale is a fun weekend.  They help compensate for her girlfriend’s mortal stamina.

 U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Euryale doesn’t.  If she wants, she takes.  And takes, and takes and takes.  Not that her girlfriend complains, afterall, this is what they agreed to.  In fact, the unintentional tease is that her girlfriend is always expecting Euryale to pounce.

 V= Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

In private, loud.  Euryale has no qualms about growling into her girlfriend’s neck, drawing out scream after scream to the point neighbours have called the cops on them in the past.  Soundproofing the walls has helped a little. Not entirely.  Maybe because Euryale has stabbed the walls too many times.

   W= Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Euryale’s girlfriend adores Euryale’s nose.  She continuously presses kisses or attempts to nip at the tip to Gorgon’s nose, both in sexual situations and just everyday playfulness.

   X= X-rated thoughts (let’s see what’s going on in their head)

Half of Euryale’s day is spent remembering the feeling of her girlfriend’s fingers inside her, knocking those perfect spots, thumb pressing into her clit.   How she wants to take her girl, press her into the walls, palm at her perfect ass.  Squeeze.   Going any further leads to situations, and Euryale can’t afford those until her girlfriend is off the clock.

   Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

24/7.  Euryale is one snap of her girlfriend’s fingers away from a turned-on mess.

   Z= Zzz (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Euryale holds on as long as she can, wanting to spend time snuggling into her girlfriend’s back and shoulders.  She will, without fail, stay awake until she is positive that her girlfriend understands how deeply loved she truly is.  Even if words don’t work, gentle kisses and nips, tender brushes of hands across her hips and body.  Once her girlfriend is asleep, Euryale will eventually drift off with a content smile across her lips.

VHLV Reacting To Someone Hitting On You

Backstory: the both of you are happily on a shopping spree when VHLV leaves for the toilet. you are browsing through some clothes when someone attractive approaches you. they introduce themselves and start to flirt with you, hooking their arm around you for comfort. their breath stinks btw

Vivienne:

- jealousy level shoots up to the roof, and she approaches the two of you with powerful strides and loud clicks of her heels

- pulls you by the waist and kisses you passionately, right in front of the person who is now fully sh00kt

- “Mi amor, shall we leave to somewhere more private?” she suggests, her low and possessive tone sending your heart to race

- she makes sure to hold you close while she escorts you away, not even sparing a glance at the stranger who is left in the dust

- when the two of you are alone, Vivienne pins you to the nearest wall with your hands above your head, sighing hot breath on your ear. “No one is allowed to touch you except for me.” she makes sure that you know who you belong to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) heh

Helena:

- feels disrespected that someone has their hands on her lover, and strides over to teach them a lesson

- grabs the person’s wrist and yanks them away from you, forcing them to look at her in the eyes

- “This is my woman that you are touching,” Helena proclaims through gritted teeth. her grip on their wrist tightens, causing sparks of ice to spread across their skin

- terrified, the person apologises profusely and scampers away once Helena releases them

- her hard gaze softens immensely when her eyes meet yours, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. “Did they hurt you anywhere, my love?”

Liora:

- offended that someone intruded your personal space (and being too close with her girl) but still maintains a calm composure as she walks to you

- using her height as an advantage, she towers over the person with a disapproving look

- “Pardon me, but you’re interrupting our date,” Liora says calmly, but you can hear the command in her tone

- intimidated, the person lets go of you and apologises, stepping away with a flushed yet disappointed face

- “I’m sorry that they made you uncomfortable, MC.” the tall woman holds your shoulders and kisses your forehead gently. “I promise I won’t let that happen again.”

Vanessa:

- shocked, but turns furious eventually and storms towards the two of you

- pulls out her long whip and smacks it on the ground, just beside the person (she’s obviously not going to hurt the person but wants to scare them away)

- “Hands off of my girlfriend!” Vanessa warns, narrowing her eyes at the person and tightening her grasp on her whip

- person gives a wtf face and shouts, “I ain’t into this bdsm shit!” before running away in fear

- “The next time someone tries to flirt with you, I won’t hesitate to use my whip,” she declares with a serious tone, frowning cutely

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:distant sobbing: Juliette is so cute!

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Remember the Animal Crossing and Villainous Nights crossover I did last year? WHAT IF, this time around, they’re actual animals.  Inspired by this tweet

Locker Room Talk Pt.14

Alex walks in with two cups of coffee, handing one to Lorelei

Alex: Good Morning, Lorelei

They smile softly, at her and she nods in acknowledgment.

Lorelei: Thank you.

Alex: No problem.

Wrath: We aren't playing smash or pass with the girls in the locker room...it's rude.

Onyx: It's an honest opinion! Please?

Lorelei: I agree with Wrath...

Alex: Same here.

A beat of silence passes.

Onyx: Clothes...Clothes! Alex Cyprin! Who are you wearing?

Alex: Excuse me...what?

Onyx: Clothing style? Brand?

Alex: Oh...um...

They look at their clothes

Alex: Clothing?

Onyx: :sigh: Lorelei! Who are you wearing?

Lorelei: You can see what I'm wearing-

Onyx: Yeah...and that's a hot outfit...Damn...Wrath, who are you wearing?

Wrath: Ah...Calvin Klein.

Onyx: At least, you did it correctly! I'm wearing Ava Max by the way.

Onyx twirls making the rest of the group laugh.

"Please don't leave me alone..."

CW: Mentions of Carmilla

The two of you were having your regular afternoon in her room. The two of you would read together and you’d head back to your room and sleep for the night. But tonight that energy was a bit...off.

The two of you started a new book, Carmilla. It’s about a vampire named Mircalla Karnstein who feeds on young women. You’d heard the maidens around the castle talking about how the daughters are just like her. You didn’t see that as a bad thing but Bela did, apparently.

After a brief conversation on why not to read the book, you are thoroughly convinced not to read the book. You go to put the book back in the library until Bela’s voice sounds behind you.

“Please don’t leave me alone..” “What?” “I don’t want any of the maidens to murder me while you’re gone.” “And why would they do that?” “Because I’m like Carmilla…”

You discard the book to the floor, walking towards Bela. You take her into your arms, kissing her forehead. “You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to be scared about. Alcina nor your sisters would let something like that happen to you.” She nuzzles into your embrace, completely forgetting about the book.