#Ripley's casual tit grab >>>

[mothchimeart]

I am one day late with this but that is ONLY because I didn't expect to go as hard as I did on this piece. Anyway, Happy (belated) Halloween from Dante and Ripley! This year, it's a Phantom of the Opera look for these two after I did the obligatory Jack and Sally last year.

Closeup under the cut to better see some details 😳

[ripleysnight]

knife prty.

rhea ripley — reader 

warnings; knife play, blood play, degrading. 

shoutout to @thenightmareismyreality​ for helping and editing <3 

lowkey short but still sweet. i’m also nervous about posting somewhat smut for the first time SO- 

lemme know what you think?

“If you don’t start acting fuckin’ right..” She spits out, looking down at you, while sliding what you assume is a switchblade out of her bra. “You get to meet this pretty little thing.” She casually flips open the shiny silver blade. Your heart skips a beat and the fear and arousal mix together in your stomach. You whimper at her and a sadistic grin spreads across her face. “Hm? What? You like the idea of it?” Your eyes dart down again and she grabs your jaw, refocusing your gaze to meet hers.

“Answer. Me.” You squirm and nod, while she chuckles. “Oh I knew you would. Bitch.” She lightly smacks your cheek before releasing her grip on your jaw. 

Barely audible, you mumble out. “What if.. someone sees us?” Rhea scoffs, and in a heartbeat she has the tip pressing against your neck. “Don’t worry, Princess. The show’s not ready for me yet. I’ll just shove ya into a dressing room. The camera’s are on Deville right now.” She pauses for a second. “What if…Daddy Deville sees you like this, for me? Huh Princess? You act so terrified right now but, I bet you wouldn’t be if she, or anyone else saw you.” You stay silent and she smacks you again. “You’re supposed to fuckin’ answer me. Don’t make me angry.” You whine and mumble out a yes to her. 

She drags the tip across your neck- it��s sharp, and cold against your skin. 

Goosebumps rise all over your body and you could roll your eyes back now. But that’d tell her she’s winning this game. You could beg her to shove you into a dressing room and finger you while she holds the knife against your neck, but, she’d be winning this game. 

“I know how perverted you are, Princess… don’t think you can hide it from me, what if I just decide to reaaally use this beautiful thing on your skin? Leave my initials on ya, that way everyone knows, you’re fucking mine.” You bite down on your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood as you taste the metallic flavor on your tongue. Rhea cocks an eyebrow at you, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to find out, then, huh?” She lifts your shirt up just under your tits and presses the sharp end against your ribs, as you squeeze your eyes shut and feel what you can imagine is being carved into your skin— “RR”. You can feel the warm liquid slowly drip down and feel her wipe her fingers across the fresh markings, covering them in your blood. You open your eyes to see Rhea lick the blood off of her fingers, your jaw drops and you see a change in her eyes. 

Before you know it, she’s dragging you by the hair into a dressing room, the fresh wounds sticking to your shirt, internally she hopes it has a mirror to show off her masterpiece and luck is on her side. 

She slams the door shut, locks it and jerks your head up in front of the mirror and lifts up the blood stained shirt, letting go of your hair and grabbing the switchblade to press it against your throat. “You like it, whore?” You nod as gently as you can while the sharp end is pressed dangerously against your skin. She grins again and removes the blade from your throat, before flipping you around and grabbing a fistful of your hair once more. “Open your mouth, slut.” You do as told and she spits in your mouth. “Close. And swallow.” You shut your mouth and nod, swallowing, right as they call out her name over the speakers. “Sorry, Princess. I gotta go now.” She lets go of you and quickly hides the switchblade in its original place, unlocks the door and Sonya’s standing there. “Oh, great! We were trying to find you.” Sonya spots you and actively ignores the stain on your shirt. “Y/n, you alright?” You give her a meek smile. “Yeah, I am, Rhea and I were just killing time.” Sonya nods and turns to walk off. Rhea winks at you and pulls you in for a deep and sloppy kiss, and you can taste your blood still on her tongue. “It’s not over yet, slut. Your nightmare just began.” Rhea winks and shuts the door behind her.