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[noncollared]

⠀ ೀ⠀　 𓏴𓏴　　

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hii i'm chuu ,, host and one of the persecutors apart of a c-did system .. my list of yumes can be found here ,, i use he / hym pronouns .. and some others . i have dependent and avoidant personality disorder . and it heavily effects the way i act .. i'm not taken but i do have a big fat crush me think .

[pourmoretimmyinmycoke]

how blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀:

timothy cho, ou timmy. 9 de fevereiro foi quando foi transformado. panssexual, solteiro.​ aparenta ter 34 anos, mas possui 150. tempo que vive em Arcanum. 10 anos. ocupação. hacker. altura. 1,88m. cabelo. preto. olhos. vermelhos. porte físico. atlético. línguas faladas. coreano clássico e moderno, francês, espanhol, chinês e inglês.

traços de personalidade: 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐉

inteligente, empático.

impulsivo, reservado.

(mais informações abaixo)

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀:

Nascido como Kim Ga On em 1874, durante a Dinastia Joseon, a família de nobres tinha forte influência entre os cargos de alta patente da família real, Ga On chegou a um posto de confiança ao lado de um dos príncipes antes que começassem os sinais da invasão do Japão no país. Tinha 34 anos quando um espião japonês lhe sequestrou para tomar o seu lugar na posição, foram poucos herdeiros do trono que conseguiram sobreviver as artimanhas sujas do país vizinho para tomar o poder, e Ga On não sobreviveria de forma alguma. Uma paixão pareceu lhe salvar do destino agonizante da morte, aquele homem parecia saber como mantê-lo vivo por uma eternidade, qualquer coisa que fosse possível para mantê-lo vivo e próximo o suficiente para vê-lo evoluir. Não, o espião não era um vampiro e muito menos imortal, mas ele conhecia um e o levou até Ga On que não tinha ideia do que estava acontecendo, lhe foi servido um líquido pastoso e vermelho, chegou a sentir uma breve ânsia, mas lhe foi garantido que era algo que lhe salvaria, imaginando que tentariam mata-lo envenenado, não fez muitos questionamentos quando bebeu aquele pequeno cálice, por mais nojento que pudesse parecer.

(trigger warning: descrição de uma morte por asfixia)

Em uma espera angustiante sobre o seu destino, ouviu alguma conversa em japonês entre os espiões e realmente acreditou que sobreviveria, a maioria tinha partido e o último que ficou não foi aquele que lhe sequestrou, era um estranho de olhar frio e um sorriso quase demoníaco, foi com ele que experimentou a morte pela primeira vez, os dedos gelados envolveram o seu pescoço e ele sequer soube quanto tempo ficou naquela situação, apenas que tudo tinha ficado escuro e que, provavelmente, a sua alma tinha deixado o seu corpo.

(fim do trigger warning)

Porém foi como despertar de uma sessão de tortura, Ga On sentiu o seu corpo inteiro doer, cada célula do seu corpo parecia feri-lo como pequenas agulhas, para então despertar em uma casa e cheio de fome, demorou alguns minutos para perceber que a sua fome era de algo que nunca lhe trouxe qualquer interesse na vida: sangue. Aquele líquido viscoso e de um vermelho intenso lhe foi entregue mais vezes em uma taça de cristal, o homem era estrangeiro, pele muito branca, uma aparência quase sem vida e olhos bem vermelhos, uma barba rala e roupas de primeira, tecidos finos e corte clássico europeu, deveria ser algum lorde de algum lugar da Europa, ele lhe servia aquele líquido pelo menos três vezes no dia, ainda que a sua fome parecia insaciável, Ga On conseguia deitar o seu corpo sobre a cama, as dores sumiam aos poucos e a energia parecia voltar, mas ele percebeu que não conseguia dormir, e que aquele cômodo sempre ficava escuro, não tinha como abrir janelas e as portas viviam trancadas.

Depois de algum tempo preso naquela casa, a figura do espião que lhe sequestrou surgiu no campo de visão, ele parecia feliz em vê-lo bem, ainda que diferente. A conversa não foi muito amigável, após descobrir a sua verdadeira natureza, ele percebeu que não poderia voltar a sua vida de antes, teria que manter a história de sua morte a sua família e entregar para os deuses a possibilidade de manter o seu país em segurança. Ga On abandonou o seu nome, o seu título e o seu clã para se tornar Timothy, o sobrenome ia mudando com o passar do tempo. Primeiro foi Kim, depois partiu para Lee, chegou a ser Park, mas finalizou a sua jornada como Cho. A cada década vivida, adquiria mais conhecimento e se adaptava a nova vida, seu documento mudava assim como a sua idade, sempre com 34 anos e uma vasta experiência, cartas de referência, conhecimento, mas sempre sozinho. O vampiro que o transformou ainda mantinha contato, mas se acostumou a viver por conta própria, assistiu a morte de todas as pessoas que se apaixonou, que odiou, que criou laços fortes de amizade, não era bom ser imortal e odiou aquele japonês por tê-lo lhe dado aquela vida miserável, mas não tinha muita opção.

A sua chegada a Arcanum foi pela necessidade de mudança, documento novo e nova profissão. Agora tinha uma habilidade quase incomum com computadores, programação, entre outros tipo de tecnologia, se juntou ao clã vermilion com a certeza de que não era leal a ninguém, se não a si mesmo. Uma década tinha se passado, uma nova vida estava sendo estabelecida ali, esperava ao menos não ter que fugir novamente já que haviam muitos semelhantes a ele, Timothy sentia que agora ele poderia criar laços sem medo e torcia para que não terminasse tão cedo.

[buriedhymns]

── SAINT/VIL/CIEL. main/aesthetics/misc blog. xe/they. transmasc boy thing. 23. (blogroll under the cut)

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[lykorises]

❝  REX TREMENDAE MAJESTATIS, qui salvandos salvas gratis... salve me fons pietatis! SALVE ME FONS PIETATIS! rex tremendae majestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis... SALVE ME FONS PIETATIS... SALVE ME FONS PIETATIS! ❞

♱       ―     𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊. ( wip, its a mess)

ANKOU, the watchman of death, from visual novel / otome title VIRCHE EVERMORE ~ERROR:SALVATION~ › ✟ › au & completely canon divergent! character has been rewritten from the ground up to separate himself from the game's interpretation with my own lore : so please read carrd, it is a necessity. › › i've taken a lot of inspiration from UMINEKO NO NAKU KORO NI

𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 … lesalut ♱ zorkaya ♱ etherealguard ♱ poswiecenia

──────────────── 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

please be aware of dark themes on this blog, as virche is an incredibly macabre & gothic horror story, including themes not limited to : self harm, suicide, death, gore, child death, genocide, human experimentation, murder, mortality, despair, and all that those entail. triggers are tagged. all blog information can be found on the blog’s carrd. questions regarding muse / lore are welcome.

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 ✟ a study in mortality, and a reminder that no matter how hard you fight fate, YOU WILL DIE ────────────────────────

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[reanimatedspirit]

♱ THE UNDEADS PINNED

Hello, and welcome to your coroner's digital newspaper; otherwise known as an ask blog.

My origin is located from the Roblox game Flavor Frenzy, and I am a skin related to the fashionista bear known as Pineberry.

You are free to ask simple questions, or art interactions. Do not whine if you don't get your way.

My pronouns are preferably gore/it; but I will allow you to refer to me by he/him as well.

As for the one who gave me life, his name is Hank. He is responsible for this digital identity. Gore uses gore/blood/silly/it/he, but has more pronouns than those provided. It owns bloods own blog as well.

[raimoka]

୨୧ GENTLY WIPE THE SORROW OF MY LIFE—I DREAM .

ㅤㅤㅤ𓈒 “I wish, in a way, that we could put the clock back a year. I should like to startle you again – even though I didn't know then that you were startled.”

ㅤㅤ꒰ㅤㅤspeak to [rs] owners ! blog guide ҉ angel fallen from a building ;;

ㅤㅤSTATUS ; working on a fic — 5/12/24 • ??/??/???

[smokends]

“Break his heart? I try to imagine myself having that power, holding his heart, mine to abuse, but even when I picture it pulsing and pumping in my hands, it´s still the boss of me, leading me around, jerking me this way and that with me clinging and unable to let go.” — My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell.

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[jockprophet]

                                               before i learned civility,             i used to scream ferociously.

♱ jockprophet ; an jason carver of stranger things indie blog as chastised by sugar. twenty one plus only. she/her.   crossover & original character friendly.

please read & review my carrd profile before following & interaction !!

other blogs: storyfm

[lovecraftian-horror]

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♱ㅤㅤֶָ֢ㅤㅤㅤViLㅤㅤ🗝 ༝ㅤㅤ20+ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓌈ㅤㅤ❲ㅤhe꭛theyㅤ❳ㅤ𓏵𓏵ㅤen.fil ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMDNIㅤ✃ㅤㅤ︵ׂ︵ㅤ╲ㅤㅤ🚫ㅤཀ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸸⸸⸸⸸ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ░ㅤㅤrentryㅤ.ㅤcredits ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ 🪓.ㅤ𒌐ㅤㅤHello, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Vil. This blog exists solely for the purpose of just lurking around Tumblr and trying to understand this platform since I'm only used to Facebook and X. ㅤ Basic DNI criteria is followed here, won't tolerate any supporters of Zionist companies/products/artists. Most of my posts here will be reblogs, probably. Usual contents I consume are dark and fall under NSFW/L so be warned while scrolling through. ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(ㅤRead me. ㅤ) ㅤ ㅤ

[1x4lover]

. . ( ( hi ) )

this is a side / back acc made specifically 4 my f/o ⸺ 1x1x1x1 !! ( there is prob gonna be more my f/os in future )

𔓕 i don't want to reveal my username but here let's call me ⸺ servo (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠) 𓈒 ⁺

. . i use he / they / byte pronouns !! 𓎟𓎟

im a minor and selfship 4 fun and enjoyment

𔓕 dni ::

darkshippers, selfship haters, roblox haters, test elevator players, racist, zionist, -phile etc

[0hmillie]

⌖   ๋࣭   ⭑⛧   .   .   .    CARRD    (   coming   soon   )︲BLOG   ROLL   ︲PLAYLIST︲PINBOARD   ︲INFO    .ᐟ

@.   𝟎𝖍𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊   :    AN   INDIE   ,   HIGHLY   SELECTIVE   ,   CANON   DIVERGENT   ROLEPLAY   FOR   𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴   FROM   HELL.UVA   BO.SS—   COMPLETELY   REMOVED   FROM   CANON   *&   WRITTEN   AS   AN   ORIGINAL   CHARACTER   .   .   .   MUSES   *&   𝖬͟𝖴͟𝖲͟𝖳͟   𝖡͟𝖤͟   𝟣͟𝟪͟+   𝖮͟𝖱͟   𝖮͟𝖫͟𝖣͟𝖤͟𝖱    TO   FOLLOW/INTERACT   DUE   TO   MATURE   CONTENT   FEATURED   ON   THIS   BLOG   *&   FOR   THE   MUN'S   COMFORT   ◞    TAMED   CARED   FOR   BY   ABI    (    ESTABLISHED   2/20/24    )    .ᐟ    

ಇ.   ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ   ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ   ᴡɪᴛʜ   ﹕    @cupisco   ,   @foradio/@f0rhire   ,   @eregored   ,   @tba       .ᐟ

 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗   .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ   :   neither   myself   nor   this   blog   support   or   condone   the   actions   or   behaviors   of   vi.vziepop   as   a   creator   or   a   person   .   her   actions   are   not   mine   ,   my   love   for   millie   does   𝙽͟𝙾͟𝚃   equal   the   same   feelings   towards   viv.zie   *&   i   do   not   want   to   be   grouped   in   with   her   or   her   points   of   view   or   actions   in   any   way   ,   shape   ,   or   form   .   millie   has   been   more   or   less   completely   removed   from   that   lore   ,   aside   from   mentions   to   muses   such   as   moxxie   for   obvious   reasons   .   i   do   undertstand   ,   however   ,   if   you   need   to   blacklist   or   block   this   blog   for   your   own   comfort   .ᐟ    also   ,   please   note   that   while   i   do   ship   moxxie   x   millie   ,   this   does   𝙽͟𝙾͟𝚃   mean   i   will   autoship   with   every   moxxie   ,   nor   that   i   am   not   interested   in   shipping   with   other   muses   because   i   absolutely   am   .ᐟ

[eregored]

*  WARNING  ‎  .  　◞‏‏‎   :   EREGORED  is  a  horror  based  blog  dedicated  to  the  life  of  farah  ariella  behzadi  .  there  will  be  subject  matter  involving  body  horror,  cannibalism,  cultish  acts  +  “appreciation”,  mental  illness,  as  well  as  talking  about  rebirth  *&  life  after  death  .  farah  has  been  subjected  to  a  life  involving  murder  due  to  a  parasite  (  demon/egregore  )  living  inside  of  her  —  because  of  this,  there  are  points  in  time  where  in  writing,  she  will  not  be  herself  and  she  will  thinking  about  eating  someone  alive  in  which  she  will  either  walk  away,  or  succumb  to  her  urges  .  her  whole  purpose  is  to  bring  the  end  times  due  to  the  cult  her  family  has  been  involved  in  for  eons  —  it  is  her  job  to  either  follow  that  fate  or  go  against  it  .  you  will  follow  along  on  her  journey  to  see  what  choice  she  makes  in  the  end  .

    *  PLEASE  NOTE   :   in  no  way  will  I  be  watering  her  writing  down,  as  that  takes  away  her  horror  element  and  all  she  truly  is  .  if  you  feel  uncomfortable  at  any  point  in  time  with  what  you  see  on  this  blog,  please  do  not  be  afraid  to  unfollow  as  I  do  not  wish  to  force  anyone  to  deal  with  it  .  I  am  continuously  changing  her  character,  and  every  change  comes  with  new  horror  elements  —  if  you  have  been  following  me  for  a  while,  thank  you  <3  and  if  you  ever  wish  to  get  off  this  ride  at  the  next  stop,  go  right  ahead  for  your  own  safety  . 

[dwaekkicidal]

𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: '𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.' ༄࿔ L.K.

⤷ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking

♱ word count: 2.3k

♱ warnings: this has darker content!! dont like? dont interact: dubcon/noncon, fem!reader, ghostface!minho, reader switches up during the ending but during the smut minho has control, knife play (1 small nick and he carves his name into readers back but its shallow), light mentions of blood, spanking, p in v with no prep or condom (be safe about this irl pls), open ending?

♱ notes: this was so self indulgent because im slowly becoming obsessed with slashers again 🥴

not properly proofread! i will go through it later in the day after i sleep <3

Kinktober Schedule

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

The cabin you were staying at was eerily silent as you sat in the dimly lit living room. It was a rental that you had planned to stay at for a week to spend your vacation off of work and it was absolutely beautiful during the day. Though, the forest surrounding it combined with the knowledge of just how far the nearest area with people made for a rather scary experience during the night time.

Part of you was on edge as you made your way past the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the kitchen and chills ran up your spine as you stared out those same windows only to be met with complete darkness. Not even the moon was enough to cast light on the tall trees.

‘Maybe a glass of water will help.’ You had been tossing and turning in bed for hours before you gave up and settled in the living room, only to discover that there was no signal on the TV. You were lucky to have even 1 bar as you opened your phone to check the time; 2:46 AM.

It wasn’t a horrible time to be awake, but the promise of sleep would have helped with the paranoid itching in the back of your head. Anybody could break in and nobody wouldn’t know until it was too late. And even if you knew, you were a long way from any means of help-

A sudden creak in the floorboards catches your attention. Your neck snapped towards the dark hallway, then again to the huge windows as your heart raced. The Airbnb host stated that it’s an old house so it’s known to make many noises, so ‘It was probably nothing’. You repeated this to yourself over and over again as you chugged the rest of your water and turned to clean the glass, hoping the distraction would help with the anxiety.

But just as your hand wraps around the tap handle, another creak is heard and a hand wraps around your mouth. Another slides around your front and pushes a long kitchen knife against your neck. The intruder uses his whole body to roughly push you into the counter and your heart drops as you let out a scream in surprise.

The feeling of the cold counter is almost soothing as his deep, nearly robotic, voice meets your ears. “Haven’t seen you around here before… If I take my hand off your mouth, you won’t make me angry and scream for help, right?” He slides the knife along your neck, nicking the skin there slightly as a warning.

Your lack of a response makes him chuckle and he traces the tip of the knife along your cheek, “It’s not like anybody will hear you anyway, but I wouldn’t want this pretty face to get hurt. So what do you say?” You nod as best as you can in this position and let out a quiet sob when his palm releases your face.

“P-Please…Don’t kill me.” Your plea comes out in a quiet whisper, hoping the hushed voice won’t upset your attacker. If it does, he doesn’t let it be seen in the slightest.

“Shhhhh” He tuts at you and rolls his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against your ass and forcing your hips farther into the countertop. The pinching of your skin between your bone and the marble top makes you hiss in pain, but he ignores you and rubs your hip with his now free hand.

“Let’s play a game~” He doesn’t give you time to respond before he flips you around, wrapping a hand around your neck as he roughly pins you to the counter again.

You’re finally met with his face- or what would be his face, but is instead a long, white ghost mask that would be comical if you didn’t notice the feeling of a drop of blood running down your neck from where he nicked you.

“I’m a little stressed out, so I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt of yours. If you play nice, I’ll let you live. But if you act like a bitch, I'll kill you!”

The joyful tone in his voice causes your skin to crawl and you let out a quiet sob of fear at the deadly ultimatum. Your choices are quite slim, and you can’t deny the ache that’s starting between your legs, so you don’t take long to nod in agreement.

“Mmmm… Smart girl. Let’s get this off of you then, yeah?” He tugs at your pajama shorts and finally moves the knife off your skin, giving you just enough leeway to move around and pull your shorts down. Once they’re far enough down your legs to drop to your ankles on their own, the unknown man behind you spins you around and immediately pulls your shirt up and over your head.

He sighs almost dreamily against the mask and you watch his head tilt down as he takes in your naked torso. You can feel his stare on you for a while longer until his head tilts further and he’s met with the sight of your pretty panties- the ones that are keeping him from his “prize.”

He curses under his breath and snakes his empty hand to the back of your neck. He grasps you tightly and uses his grip there to lead you to the huge windows, pushing you against them roughly.

“What a pretty piece of ass you got here, baby.” The hand on your neck moves down in favor of grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, landing a teasing slap there as he finishes his sentences. “Might have to go home with you- make you my little pet.” You moan both at the implication of him following you home as well as the delicious sting on your ass.

The masked man chuckles darkly and lands a harsher slap on your other ass cheek. “Call me crazy but I think you like that idea. Hmmmm? Wanna be my little kitty- my little toy for me to fuck whenever I feel like it?” You were starting to get too comfortable, and he seems to realize it. So he brings you back right to where he wants you by sliding his free hand around to your tummy. 

The occupied hand runs the sharp side of the knife around your back, leaving shallow lines that you can’t quite make out. But none of that matters. Not when he’s sliding his hand into your panties, rubbing his gloved fingertip through your soaked folds.

You’re almost thankful that he can’t tell through the gloves, but the stinging pain of the knife almost carving into your skin is diverting your attention from the rough circles on your clit. Thankfully, though, he finishes his “design” faster than you thought he would.

The feeling of a thick finger entering you grabs your attention, making you moan loudly and buck your hips against his hand. A muffled laugh is heard through the mask and his voice is husky as he speaks again, “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck this pretty pussy now, yeah?”

You don't respond right away and he pulls his finger out of you, pinching your clit meanly. “I asked you a question.” His partially wet glove comes down harshly on your ass and leaves a red mark in its wake.

You let out a squeak at the pain and apologize profusely before responding to him. “Y-Yes!”

“Good girl. You almost lost the game there, baby.” He laughs to himself and you watch in the reflection of the glass as he brings the knife down between your thighs. Part of you is horrified at what he might try, and the other part is rather aroused at the possibilities that run through your head.

But he shuts them all down when he slides the dull side against your thigh and leads it to your underwear. He runs his hand along your spine and leans you forward, pushing your ass out for him as the knife dips into your underwear- dull side up.

With this he slices downwards in one swoop, slicing your panties and causing you to gasp in surprise. You can almost hear the smile on his face as he shushes you and slices one of the sides next.

Your arms shake as they rest against the cold glass of the window and you sit there helplessly as he rids you of the ruined fabric. Once you’re left completely bare, he whistles in satisfaction and leans back.

His hand squeezes your ass cheek appreciatively as the hand with the knife rests at your hip, itching to touch you as well but knowing better than to let his guard down so easily. No matter how well-behaved you've been for him so far.

“Such a pretty thing. I really should keep you to myself.” He hums and bites down on your ear. You hear the knife get tossed beside you onto the wood floor before one of his hands slides into your hair, tangling with the strands there and tugging your neck backward. 

All of a sudden the sound of metal hitting wood meets your ears and you see the knife lying on the floor, a couple of feet from where you two stand. Then his hands are removed from you for mere seconds as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes down, hurriedly shoving his boxers down alongside his jeans.

The sound of his jeans hitting the floor makes your thighs clench and he takes notice immediately. He coos from behind you and you can almost hear the smile on his face through the mask as he slides himself through your folds a few times, teasing you and testing how far gone he’s got you.

Your desperate grinding gives him the only answer he needs and he finally pushes in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him.

“Shit… You feel so good.” The cool plastic of the ghost mask meets your shoulder as he lays his forehead down against it.

You can’t hold back the whine that builds in the back of your throat and your nails scratch into the glass as much as they physically can as he starts to move already.

“P-Please…” You’re not so sure what you’re asking for. Maybe it was mercy. Or maybe, just maybe, all those months of research about some local town's serial killer were finally paying off.

But who needs to know that? The man behind you is completely oblivious as he pulls his hips back just to drive them back into you. You barely remember it yourself from the way his tip, thick and pulsing, rams into your G-spot.

So much so that you can feel your orgasm sneaking up so much sooner than it usually would. It eventually wracks through your body like a train as the hand in your hair tightens, holding you close to him as he slows his hips to a slow grind.

“Fffuck.. Tight little cunt, baby. But I’m not done just yet.” He picks up his pace once more and uses his free hand to caress your hips, squeezing the flesh there appreciatively before landing a slap against the same area.

He soothes it with another rub, though short-lived before his hand finds its home on your ass cheek. There he lands a series of slaps paired with his muffled moans as you clench around him incessantly.

The hand in your hair finally releases its grip only to find another on the back of your throat again. He uses this one to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed flush against the window as he fucks into you with no care.

He continues to use you like his personal fleshlight as he grunts behind you, legs shaking from his oncoming release. The same release that is left deep in your walls, swimming around before dripping out onto your abused folds.

You both moan in unison as you cum around him again, whining at the sharp thrusts that were meant to fuck his seed further into you.

He finally pulls out once your cunt is done milking him and he pulls out a phone from his jeans, snapping a quick photo with flash on before laughing to himself behind his mask.

While he’s occupied with his delusions, you decide it’s time to make your move. 

You push his chest lightly and watch as he collapses onto the couch, head tilted up at you in amusement while his arms settle on the back cushions.

“Yeah?” His voice is deep and breathy, it goes straight between your thighs and you almost moan at simply hearing him like that as well as the confident stance he’s taken. But you have a mission on your mind.

One that includes rushing to pick up the knife from the floor and not giving him a chance to respond before you’re straddling his thick thighs and pressing the knife to his throat.

His arms stay in place on the cushions and he huffs out a laugh in pure amusement, waiting patiently for you to make your next move.

What he didn’t expect was the grinding of your now leaking cunt on his now hardening cock. He moans lowly at the feeling and goes to rest a hand on your hip, only to be met with your hand slapping it away and the other digging the knife into the skin of his neck. Karma.

“I won your game fair and square. So let’s play my game.” Your hand reaches up under the mask and tears it off his face. 

He’s not sure why a potential survivor seeing his face doesn’t worry him. But when his tip catches onto your clit and you hold the knife steady against his neck, he thinks he’s just fallen in love.

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[webbluvrsugar]

SUGAR’s (multifandom) KINKTOBER24 MASTERLIST!

only for: obx, scream saga, hp, cm.

hi hons! this is my first year participating during kinktober and I’m just so excited to show you everything I have planned!

ps: comment to be tagged on the ones that interest you; all the credits to dividers and etc are on my pinned post except for the gf header below which was made by @staincastle

most triggering topics are highlighted in pink

OCT. 1ST. — Rafe Cameron ♱ somnophilia ♱ stepcest

OCT. 4TH. — Ethan Landry ♱ exhibitionism ♱ cnc ♱ phone sex

OCT. 7TH — Spencer Reid ♱ chocking ♱ unsub x spencer

OCT. 10TH — Billy Loomis ♱ cnc ♱ stepcest ♱ manipulation

OCT. 13TH — Tom Riddle ♱ dark magic ♱ coercion ♱ corruption ♱ betrayal

OCT. 16TH — Rafe Cameron ♱ religious themes ♱ virgin!reader ♱ slight dubcon/coercion

OCT. 19TH — Ethan Landry ♱ sex tapes ♱ blackmail ♱ ghostface!ethan

OCT. 22ND — Spencer Reid ♱ unsub!spence ♱ dirty talk ♱ dubcon

OCT. 25TH — Tom Riddle ♱ cheating ♱ bondage/cuffs ♱ dumbification

OCT. 28TH — Ethan Landry, Amber Freeman ♱ innocent!reader ♱ threesome ♱ buttstuff ♱ ghostface Ethan/Amber

OCT. 31TH — Rafe Cameron ♱ shower sex (classic horror movie scene) ♱ Rafe breaks in reader’s house

disclaimer: during the other days of October, I may or may not post fluff/lighter content, these dates don’t mean I’ll be inactive on other days, I plan on writing some cutesy stuff too! (If I’m not so busy)

> if anything triggers you, please don’t check it out, you’ve been warned!!

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[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter One ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter One Warnings: Slight mention of blood, profanity, mild violence How to find the other chapters in my pinned post

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter One]

♱♱♱

“What?” 

You stared at Adam incredulously, wings almost stuttering to a stop mid-air. He stared back, unfazed at your reaction as you backed away and up from him, mind reeling. You were both suspended in the air, held up by your moving wings, but you felt like you were going to plummet to the ground any second. 

The recently opened Pentagram in the sky flickered at the edges around the gaping hole that had allowed the angels to enter Hell. To be fair, you weren’t supposed to be there- you weren’t an exterminator, but Adam had managed to get you permission to join him, arming you with a spear and calling it protection. Plus, if you wanted to go, it wasn’t like the Seraphim would object. It wasn’t a secret, the soft spot they had for you- although, unlike Adam, you did your best to abstain from exploiting it for your every whim. 

“What’s the big deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t wanna marry me? I’m the First-“

“First Man, I know,” you frowned, voice strained, at his blatant arrogance. “But Hell in the middle of an extermination isn’t exactly the place to propose to someone, Adam.”

“I was gonna say First Dick,” he grumbled. “Why the fuck you gotta be so complicated? Just fuckin’ say yes. I’m the First Di- Man, you’re the purest soul in Heaven, it only makes sense-“

You balled your fists, forcing yourself to keep a level head. “Have you considered that maybe I don’t want to marry you?”

Adam almost seem to freeze in mid-air. His still beating wings gave it away. “Why the fuck not?” He snarled. You flinched, and his face softened slightly. 

“You know I won’t stop trying until you say yes,” he declared. You rolled your eyes, raising up and away into the red sky.

“Just stop trying,” you snapped, and with a powerful beat of your wings you set off into the distance, ignoring Adam’s calls, voice chasing after you, commanding you to stay back.

Your eyes streamed against the wind. You knew Adam liked you, he hadn’t exactly been quiet about it, but there was a lot of stuff he wasn’t quiet about- a lot of stuff which, ultimately, was a turn off for you. You were definitely never going to marry him, and the sheer audacity for him to propose to you so casually, in the middle of Hell, just pissed you off in a way you couldn’t describe. 

You sighed. There was no point dwelling on it now. A large silhouette in the distance began to form more clearly. A large- manor? Palace? You glanced down at the streets swooping away beneath you. They were deserted. 

Weird. You mentally shrugged. People probably just didn’t want to get caught out in the middle of an extermi-

BANG!

Angelic bullets? Your mind barely registered the thought. 

A searing pain stabbed into your wing, which went stiff. For a horrifying moment you were suspended in mid-air, your wings flapping frantically as you tried to stay up, a terrified cloud of feathers and limbs, before another BANG! tore through your remaining functional wing.

You screamed as you flapped your wings a few more pathetic times, careening straight towards the manor-palace. You crashed through a window, taking the curtains down with you, the glass showering you unceremoniously, cutting into your skin as you lay sprawled across the floor in a cloud of feathers. Your spear clattered onto the floor next to you, your wing twitching painfully. 

You barely even managed to notice your own blood until you focused your vision. The light from the broken window filtered across your body, a slit cutting across the dark, shadowy room. Your gilded blood glinted in it, seeping into the carpet and the curtains which were buried beneath your weak form, staining the pure white of your splayed out wings. 

A single white feather drifted down from the air and landed on your arm. You coughed. Gold sputtered from your lips and trickled down the side of your mouth. 

Charming, you thought dryly.

The door of the room opened. You could just barely hear the creak above the blood pounding in your ears. You gulped, hearing footsteps get closer and closer to you- 

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

I’m royally screwed, you thought, closing your eyes and waiting for the killing blow.

Instead, gentle, gentle hands touched your face, turning it towards the light and scraping hair away from your eyes. You flinched at the touch, then relaxed as the voice whispered something. You couldn’t make it what it was saying, but it was soothing. And calm. Your breathing evened out. You just barely managed to lift your heavy eyelids. 

“Who are you?” Your mouth formed the words but your voice couldn’t get them past your throat without them coming out cracked and gravelly. The voice hushed you. You couldn’t make out the person's face. They were just a pale, blurry silhouette, leaning over your body. 

“Close your eyes,” the voice said. “You’re safe now.”

You obeyed.

♱♱♱

You jolted, feeling a presence next to you. The warmth radiated off of them. You could sense their being there. 

It was a struggle to unglue each eye open, and when you did, everything was blurry- it took you a few seconds to even realize you were in a bed. The soft covers rustled against your cheek, until you sat up.  You blinked slowly and looked around, taking in your surroundings.

“Awake that quickly?”

You flinched, wings bursting out in alarm, unfurled over your head. The man sitting next to the bed you lay on raised an eyebrow, smirking. You gulped. “Who are you?”

“Never mind that.” He stood up, shaking down his rolled up sleeves. “How are your wings?”

You realized that they were still arched out from your back. You furled them back into your back, mortified. You also realized that they were painless. 

“They’re healed,” you said breathlessly. The man flashed a prideful grin, revealing his sharp teeth. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“How?”

“Simple. I healed them.”

You frowned, pressing your back against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. He simply stood there, crossing his arms. You blinked, slowly. 

“Thank…you?”

“You’re welcome,” he said smugly. You tilted your head as he beckoned for you to stand up, which you did slowly. You glanced out the window. This one wasn’t shattered, and the curtains hung proudly. You were in a different room than the first. The red sky beyond glared at you tauntingly. 

“How long was I out?”

“Oh, not long. Don’t worry. The extermination’s still on.” He winked at you. “Your pretty self won’t be stuck here until the next one.” 

You remained silent, staring at him, begging to God that your blush wasn’t showing on your face. 

It must have been, because his grin only widened. 

“Why did you save me?”

“My own selfish desires, of course.” He flicked his hand at a pair of chairs. “Sit down.”

Not knowing what to say, you complied. He sat opposite you. You leaned forward slightly, scanning his face for a single expression that might betray what was going to come next. You found nothing. 

He sat back, completely relaxed, which unnerved you more than you could admit. The light hit off of his blond hair and pale skin that made him seem almost… angelic.  You knotted your fingers together in your lap, biting your lip and waiting for him to speak.

“So. An angel, huh? You don’t look like an exterminator. How’d you find yourself down here?” His voice seemed to darken a little with his next words. “Did you… fall?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Of course I didn’t fall,” you spat. You weren’t usually hostile, but the anxiety of the situation was pressing down on you far too hard. “I got special permission to come down by the Seraphim.”

The sinner raised an amused eyebrow at your outburst.

“And who are you to ask me anything?” You continued, frazzled. “A mere sinner-“

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

You clamped your lips shut at his tone. He smiled, satisfied, and continued. 

“So, the Seraphim. Why’d they let you down here? They’re not the type to bend rules like that.”

“How would you know?” You said. “I said I wanted to go, they let me.”

“They must have a soft spot for you, then.” His eyes narrowed. “Or, you’re important.”

“I’m nowhere near important,” you snapped, crossing your arms. He nodded slowly. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. 

For what seemed like another hour he continued to shoot questions at you, mostly about Heaven, and you hesitantly answered. You didn’t know why you stuck around as long as you did- refusing to acknowledge to yourself the sort of charm that beheld, the fact that he was so undeniably attractive, which you would never admit to yourself. 

You relaxed when you heard him speak next: “You can go now. The Pentagram will close soon.” Pause. “Can you fly?

You stood up, dusting yourself off, and nodded before turning towards the window, which had magically pushed itself open. 

“Wait,” he called out. You turned. “You should take this.” Your angelic spear materialised in front of you, dropping down into your hands. 

You clambered out the window and jumped off, before hovering before it and turning to face him. The beat of your wings made the curtains sway. He leaned out, staring at you expectantly, as if he could sense what you were going to say.

“Now will you tell me your name?” You asked irritably. He smirked again, showing his sharp teeth this time. Your heart thumped in your chest.

“‘Course I can, angel. The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” His grin widened as he winked again. “Pleasure to meet you.”

The words knocked the breath out of you almost immediately. For a minute you froze, standing there like a deer in headlights before turning and swooping away into the red sky, towards the closing Pentagram. 

The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. The words echoed around your head relentlessly. 

“Fuck.”

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A/N: Stay Tuned!

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[gilmore-angel]

unexpected pleasures || A.T x fem!reader

summary ♱ reader has just wed the infamous aemond targaryen, and though she's nervous, she will soon discover there are many pleasurable things to come (tldr reader gets finger fucked good)

warnings/contains ♱ arranged marriage, awkwardness at first, smut obvi, sub!reader dom!aemond, fingering, praise kink!! use of good girl, pretty girl, wife. overall very fluffy!! soft!aemond<3. let me know if I should add anything else!!

authors note ♱ okok this is probably trash but I'm literally forcing myself to write rn<3 lol anyways this is also my first time actually writing for aemond which is crazy bc I've been obsessed with him since like early January💀. if you enjoy please reblog! likes are obviously appreciated but reblogs are the thing that actually help the writer<3 oh and lmk if you want a part two!!

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married life isn't so bad after all.

of course, you've only been married for about three hours now, but it's going better than expected, which at this point is all you can hope for.

your new husband, prince aemond, has been quite pleasant thus far. you have only had roughly six full conversations since you were betrothed two months ago, but based off of them he was very polite and well educated.

though you had dreaded the wedding day, everything had gone smoothly. the ceremony itself was a big event, full of lords and ladies you didn't even know the house of, all eager to get on the new princesses good side. and of course there was the kiss you shared with aemond, one that sent an unknown feeling through you, settling at your lower belly. and now, the grand feast to celebrate the union.

it had less people there, only family and the very important houses were allowed to attend. you sat at the table in the middle, sitting in the center along with your husband. on your other side sat your father, mother and siblings, the same went for aemond. your husband stayed mostly silent during the feast, only speaking when spoken to.

your belly slightly ached with nerves for what was coming next; the bedding. thankfully, the queen had insisted upon a private bedding, just as she did for her other children when they wed. the action soothed your nerves a bit, but they still clung to you.

you had been warned by your mother that the bedding was an uncomfortable and painful process for the woman. but she also informed you that it is something all woman must do to please their lord husband and produce heirs.

you felt your heart sink when the king stood up weakly to announce it was time for you and aemond to head to your chambers. you both stood up and gave your goodbyes, your mother giving you a reassuring smile before you left.

there was an awkward silence as you walked with your husband to your chambers, escorted by guards. you glanced at him, only to see him looking straight ahead, blank expression on his handsome face.

once you arrived the guards pushed open the heavy wooden doors. you gave them a small smile in thanks before aemond dismissed them. as the doors closed aemond let out a small shaky sigh, you couldn't tell if it was out of nervousness or dread. you both stood awkwardly, unsure of where to begin. he spoke first, breaking the deafening silence.

"would you like help taking down your hair?" he blurted out. you nodded, giving him a awkward small smile.

"please," you moved past him to sit at the vanity. you began taking out the many odd placed pins and braids in your hair. aemond came up from behind you to start assisting in the process. the feeling of his long fingers in your hair made up for the times he would accidentally tugged too hard trying to take down the hairstyle. you both worked in silence, the only word spoken was his occasional 'sorry's when he would notice you wince.

now that your hair was down, the room was once again filled with an thick silence. eventually you stood up, turning to face him. you sucked in a breath, looking up at him nervously.

"should i..... should I remove my clothes, my prince?"

his eyes widened at the question, but he nodded, "yes, my lady... I can help."

he moved behind you, undoing the laces of the dress with shaky fingers. the gorgeous dress fell to the floor, pooling around your feet. you stepped out of the dress, leaving you in a silky shift and small clothes. you felt quite vulnerable as you begun taking your shift off, even more so once it was gone.

aemond let out a shaky breath at the sight of you in nothing but your small clothes. he looks up and down your body, desire filling his eye. he walks closer to you, looking deep into your eyes.

"may I kiss you, my lady?" he asked, his usual cold tone gone, now replaced with a soft, caring one. you nod, eyes wide.

aemond smiled softly before leaning down and kissing your soft lips. this kiss was unlike the other one you both had shared just hours before. this one was out of pure want, not obligation.

you gasp softly against his lips when he deepened the kiss, your hands flying up to his strong shoulders. his hands found home on your hips. he pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, "is this okay?"

you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. "yes, my prince, I just... I don't really know how to do this properly."

he smiles at you softly, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek gently.

"that's okay, just copy what I do, okay?"

he leans back in, kissing at a slow pace. his lips are soft and warm against your own. you feel something wet poking at your bottom lip and soon realize it's his tongue. you open your mouth slightly and gasp when he slides his tongue in, exploring where he can reach. the sensation causes a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

he begins pushing you backwards gently until the back of your knees hit the edge of the plush bed behind you, causing you to lay down on it. to your surprise, aemond gets on his knees before you and pulls you down so your legs hang off the bed. leaning up on your elbows you look down at him extremely confused. "my prince... what are you doing?"

he simply smiled and blushed, "let me know if you wish to stop, okay my lady?". his big calloused hands went up and down your thighs, pulling them apart. you laid back, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. his hands eventually found their way to your small clothes.

"may I remove these, my lady?" one hand continued rubbing you thigh gently. you hum and nod. that wasn't good enough apparently and aemond lightly pinched your thigh. "words, wife. I need to hear some words out of those pretty lips."

you blushed deeply, taking a deep breath, "yes, please take them off."

he smiles, murmuring under his breath "good girl". you felt a tingle in your lower belly, growing each time he touched or talked to you.

he carefully slid your small clothes off, throwing them somewhere in the room. he sucked in a big breath at the sight of your bare cunt. you squirmed slightly, his gaze lighting you on fire almost.

"may I touch you, wife?" he spoke softly, a poorly hidden desire behind the words.

you nod but quickly remember what he told you. "yes, you may."

with one hand he softly rubbed your thigh, with the other he rubbed one finger up and down your lips, pushing past them and exploring the wet outside. your back slightly arched at the unknown but not unwelcomed feeling. he moved his finger higher until he found your clit. a high pitched whimper escaped your lips at his soft but achingly good touch.

he looked up at you with a sweet smile. "does that feel nice, wife?". his finger moved in gentle circles, pressing ever so slightly.

a few breathy whimpers and moans slipped out of your mouth. "yes," you breathed, "so so nice..."

he let out a hmm, continuing his movements. he moved his finger up and down, gathering your wetness and then spreading it around your sensitive clit. as he rubbed on your bundle of nerves, his other hand came up, softly pressing against your slit.

"this may feel strange, my lady, but I promise it'll feel so good soon, okay?" he pushed a long thick finger into your previously untouched hole, groaning at how tight you were. your back arched off the bed as a loud moan rang around the room. he slowly started moving it in and out, sending waves of pleasure through your body when he curled his finger upwards. your gummy walls tightened around him, almost as tight as he cock felt in his trousers.

he looked up to see your reaction, smiling when he saw your head thrown back in pleasure. soft whimpers left your mouth as his movements quickened.

"may I add a second finger, sweet girl?" something about the way he said the affectionate name sent chills down your spine as you slightly bucked against his hand.

"hmmph, yes, yes please husband." he smirked as he added a second finger. he pumped them in and out fast, his other hand still focused on your puffy clit.

suddenly a new feeling hit you. like some sort of knot in your belly, ready to explode any second. a panicked expression washed over you at the strange sensation.

"aemond, aemond! something is, fuck, happening!" you cried desperately, clenching the sheets beneath you hard.

"shh, it's okay, it'll feel so good. just let it happen sweet girl." it was too much and too little, it was overwhelming yet you needed more. it hurt but felt so so right.

before you could reply waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, drowning you in the feeling of him. your whole body shook, hips bucking wildly into his hand. creamy white cum drooled onto his fingers and hand. he groaned at the sight and fucked you through your peak.

he eventually slid his hand out and climbed up the bed, hovering over you. he brought his cum covered fingers to you mouth, "open," he commanded softly, sucking in a shaky breath when you wrapped you lips around them. he pulled them out, moving to caress your cheek, "such a good girl."

he began kissing your neck, trailing his hand back down to your thighs. you whimpered sweetly causing him to chuckle.

"oh, sweet wife, we are just getting started."