#oak casket path to nowhere

[lucernalux]

To be fair who doesn't?

[purpleberiii]

"Calling the sinners by their correct name"

☆Prompt: How would the sinners react to you calling them by their correct name.

☆Warnings: Nothing too intense, a hit of pain towards the cinnamon rolls (Hamel, Anne), mentions of Chelsea having lots of sugar babies (including you)

☆Includes: Hamel, Anne, Bai yi, Shalom, Eirene, Chelsea, Cabernet, Oak Casket, Garofano, Sumire.

HAMEL

Hamel is a pure innocent baby; one whom you adore to death. While she's mostly quiet, she's very chatty with you, not the type of chatty to talk your ears out, but Hamel would express how she feels with you.

When you called Hamel by her right name, she was dumbfounded. You usually called her sweetheart, or dove so hearing you call her Hamel made her immediately think she did something wrong.

"I don't like that. Please don't call me Hamel," she pleaded with you, her eyes teary. Guilt immediately took over your body and you had to comfort her and tell her she did nothing wrong.

ANNE

Anne is just like Hamel but she's much more talkative, even in public. Anne is not afraid to let anyone know that you are hers. Your relationship with Anne was quite the sweet one and you would act like a caring wife towards her even though you both only started dating for months.

When you called Anne by her right name, it took her a few minutes to process what just happened. "Did I do something wrong my dear?" She asked in a small voice. You knew to yourself that she was as innocent as an angel so it hit you in the guts when she used such a small voice. Like Hamel, you had to comfort her, the guilt crushing your soul for hurting such a small adorable baby.

BAI YI

Bai yi knew she was a case to deal with and she took it upon herself to annoy you or tease you everyday. She absolutely loves it when you shower her in cute nicknames and affection.

So when you called her by her right name, Bai yi chuckled before saying, "Oh? What's up with you?" She didn't take it to heart when you called her that but if you kept calling her Bai yi, she might just die.

SHALOM

Shalom is the type of lover to give you all sorts of nicknames and for her, just one nickname would do, 'Darling'.

"Shalom." When she heard her right name come out of your mouth, she'd just stare at you until you finally call her darling.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she sighed dramatically.

EIRENE

Eirene is a busy woman, she hardly had time to spend with you due to her work but nevertheless she loves you to the core.

When you called her by her right name, she didn't bother with it; well on the outside atleast. On the inside, she's panicking, asking herself what she did wrong. She checked back on her previous interactions with you, ensuring that she didn't say anything wrong.

When you told her it was a joke, then she'll be the one to call you by your right name until you beg for her to stop. She enjoys seeing you beg. She's not mean tho :/

CHELSEA

Sugar mommy Chelsea is such a kind and caring person to all her sugar babies but you are her favorite.

When you called her Chelsea instead of Sugar mommy, expect to be bombarded in a ton of questions. "Is the food not to your liking?" "Did I do something to upset you?" "Is anyone being mean to you?"

When you didn't give her an answer that satisfied her, she tried her next strategy, gifts. Lots and lots of gifts that made the other sugar babies jealous of you.

How could her attempts not sway you? You had to tell her it was a joke and you felt had that she bought all of those gifts, but she didn't.

CABERNET

Oh boy don't mess around with those woman. Although she loves you, calling her Cabernet is a crime.

Like all the professionals you'd have to call them sir/miss, you HAVE to call Cabernet sweetheart.

"Cabernet." "That's sweetheart to you, little one," she pointed her staff to you in a threatening manner.

From that day onwards, her real name was never used again (by you atleast).

OAK CASKET

This woman is such a calm and composed woman. She gives off a motherly figure vibe so hearing you call her nicknames like 'darling' or 'love' or 'honeybunch' will absolutely make her fall even deeper in love with you.

When she heard you call her by her right name, she'd simply chuckle and say, "what have I done to upset you my dear?"

Things like that wouldn't bother her because she knows what when she's ready for you, you'd be definitely forgetting her name.

GAROFANO

She's just like Oak Casket but a much less more quiet version. Hearing you call her Garofano wouldn't bother her, until she realises you weren't going to stop calling her that.

She loves the nicknames you give her and it makes her feel much more loved for so with a slightly upset expression, she'd ask, "Why are you calling me that?"

When you realised that she didn't like it, you stopped and immediately apologised. She forgave you of course but warned you to never do it again.

SUMIRE

Pretty girl assassin has alot on her plate but always makes time for you. She loves having you rest upon her lap while she talks and rambles about her missions.

She seemed so engrossed in telling you how her mission went, it took her a few minutes to realise that you called her Sumire and not 'baby'.

"But I am your baby. Not Sumire," she'd stare at you, letting out a small sigh before plunging on top of you and prepping your faces with kisses, apologising for making you mad even though she did nothing. You just wanted to see her reaction to it.

A/n: took a few days to write this but I still don't like it 😭

[nqctre]

[sinsmockingbird]

How do you think Chelsea, Cabernet, Eirene and Oak Casket would react to their s/o buying xl sized condoms while shopping with them?

Ohohoho, I think they'd all have different reactions but that end in the same way- with you both in bed.

CW: Smut under the cut

✧ CHELSEA

• Immediately wants to grab you and spin you around to face her, only to tug your pants and underwear down to see if you are actually that huge to have to use XL sized condoms.

• Of course she controls herself and holds back considering you are in a store, but you better know her eyes are zeroed in on the bulge in your pants, finally coming to the realization that you must be massive with a bulge like that.

• Chelsea will eventually start to become touchy, moving to feel you up in subtle and non subtle ways. All until she bends down to the lowest shelf, grinding her ass into your crotch till you quickly decide to finish up and pay for everything.

• As soon as you guys are home, Chelsea has you stripped naked and is grinding against your cock, watching in amazement at how big it gets. She's soaking not only through her panties but her pants as well as she imagines putting one of those condoms to use right away.

✧ CABERNET

• Literally salivating as soon as she sees you reach over for the XL sized condoms. Seeing you lazily toss them into the cart while continuing to browse, leaving her eyeing you up like a predator does to their prey.

• She'll stalk up besides you, brushing her lips against your ear while passing by, leaving you flustered at the words she uttered; "Oh I'm going to have a feast with you tonight."

• She'd saunter ahead of you, giving more sway to her hips, letting you stare red faced and slack jawed as you simply freeze, eyes only staring at her gorgeous ass which her dress accentuates beautifully.

• You better be prepared for Cabernet to be absolutely sucking the soul out of you through your cock as soon as you get home. She's going to be worshipping it like it's her deity from now on.

✧ OAK CASKET

✧ EIRENE

• Her cool demeanor is gone in a second as soon as she sees you reaching for the XL sized condoms. Her face turning into a tomato as she realizes what that's implying.

• When you look back at her, she's turned on her heel and rushing away from you to another aisle, her hand covering her red face as she needs to take a moment to compose herself.

• When you find her and ask what's wrong, she'll be tugging you into a kiss, muttering, "I want you so bad," before telling you to grab what you need and meet her out at the car in 10 minutes.

• After scrambling to grab stuff, and stumbling to the car, Eirene can't even wait to get home to keep her hands off you, and she'll be dropping her head down to sloppily lick and suck on your cock.

• Oh the smirk that crosses her face when she sees you reaching for the XL sized condoms perfectly shows how hungry she is to see if your cock actually stands up to the size.

• She's giving you that smirk when you look at her, her eyes teasing and also perfectly showcasing what she was feeling and what she wanted your cock to do to her body when you get home.

• And the way her voice becomes lower and sultry, your knees are weak and your bulge has grown significantly bigger.

• Perhaps Oak will just have to drag you to the stores bathroom and help you with your little- or rather large- problem before you two even attempt at going home.

[ringozilla]

Raven and Oak Casket

[roysristi]

Eyes- Before.....

Eyes now..

[zwan99]

😫😫😫

[ptn-imagines]

What if - purely hypothetically - Oak Casket found a little kitty hiding out in the ruins of Romanesque and adopted it. What then.

I love stoic pet owners getting melted by their adorable critter companions. Oak Casket was perfect for this.

Oak Casket finds a kitten hiding out in the ruins of Romanesque

It’s a tiny black-and-white kitten with bright blue eyes and the fluffiest fur known to mankind. It can fit in a single one of Oak Casket’s palms.

Oak Casket has a distaste for the living; this is no secret. However, that’s primarily to do with humans, who are capable of all their self-serving philosophizing and hypocritical nonsense. Animals, like this poor little creature, run primarily off of instinct, with no capacity for such complex thoughts.

She does look around for a mother, but she can’t find one. A mortician she may be, but Oak Casket can’t just let this helpless creature die miserably – so she opts to take it in.

Oak Casket is not the most emotional pet owner, but she is certainly efficient. The little kitten’s needs are all met, and it isn’t long until the poor thing’s shivering has died down and its mews are of contentment, not distress.

Oak Casket ends up naming her – an animal specialist in Drifter Camp confirmed the kitten’s gender – Cerberus. Dudu points out that Cerberus is a dog. Oak Casket doesn’t care about that.

Despite this, Dudu is, of course, enamored with the kitten, and spends most of her free time playing with the kitten. Oak Casket doesn’t mind; though she’d taken Cerberus in, she didn’t feel much emotional attachment to her. If Dudu wasn’t so taken by her, Oak would’ve probably rehomed her once she was old enough.

But as everyone who has been chosen by the cat distribution system knows, whether you wanted the kitten or not, you’ll come to love it. Cerberus likes Dudu, but she loves Oak Casket – she’s prone to following the mortician around and meowing at the door to be let into the room with her if she’s locked out.

Oak Casket isn’t entirely sure when her mild annoyance with Cerberus’s antics turns to begrudging affection, but eventually, she finds herself giving into those adorable pleas more and more, opening the door and scooping the kitten into her arms.

More and more cat toys and accessories begin to pile up around Romanesque. At first, Oak Casket just got them to make sure Cerberus didn’t get underfoot, but it quickly became clear that she was remarkably calm and well-behaved for a kitten. The growing pile was now simply because Oak Casket wanted to spoil Cerberus. Her cold, dead heart had been warmed by this adorable tiny ball of fluff.

Cerberus had a cat bed of her own (shaped like a little coffin), but it got abandoned in time to sleep on top of Oak’s chest. A little kitten curled up there certainly did a lot to dispel the slightly unsettling aura of sleeping in a casket (to the eyes on an onlooker, anyway). It mostly just looked adorable.

Cerberus growing older doesn’t diminish the bond at all, either. In true “pets take after their owners” fashion, what little kittenish energy she had retained burned off with age, and Cerberus turned out to be quite the calm feline, preferring to quietly hang around Oak Casket over anything else. At that point, Oak could no longer imagine being without Cerberus’s company.

(Dudu has a scrapbook of adorable photos of Oak Casket and Cerberus. She’ll show it to you, for only five hundred thousand DisCoins…)

[lirational]

Scarlet

Fantasy AU Path to Nowhere

Vampire!Oak Casket x Nurse!Reader

Content warnings: Yandere themes, dubious consent, fantasy drugging, and mentions of blood. DARK CONTENT. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

The first time Oak got close to you outside of work, you were half-asleep, darkness threatening to claim you as your eyes glaze in a futile attempt to read the documents.

New supplies of medicine, something about the increasing costs, and the subtle change in basic ingredients of a medicine rendering a few patients unable to ingest it or risk a fatal reaction. There was always something to be done, something that needs fixing, and as one of the few people working here, you have to pull your weight, too.

But, you cannot deny your own exhaustion.

In a daze, you flick the document to the next page, intending to place the document asking for a permit to perform a blood test on the Sinners to the side. It was something you could not handle yourself, as such things require direct approval from the Chief - and you could deal with it in the morning.

As you were about to take the paper, though, a stinging sensation split your skin open, and you hiss in pain, awareness returning to you with the sharp sting.

“(Name)?”

You jerk your head to look at the source of the voice. Of course you recognized her, after all, she was one of the few patients assigned to you. Though you never interacted with her beyond what professional duties were demanded of you, she was here long enough for you to know a little bit about her, including her Mania-induced mutation that gave her a taste for blood.

“Oak? Why are you here? It is late.”

“You’re injured.”

Your mind was bleary from exhaustion, but you were able to notice that she didn’t answer your question.

For a long moment, Oak stared at the red bead of blood seeping out from the slight cut, pupils blown and dilated. If her gaze could rake hot coals onto its target, you would’ve been turned into ashes long ago. She swallowed, bit her lips, and turned away, fishing for the handkerchief hidden beneath her clothes. Even under the dim lights of the late-night office, it looked pure-white and well-maintained.

“It’s alright, Oak, I can just—“

Your protest were interrupted by a hiss escaping your own mouth, and the press of soft cloth against your wound. You watched as blood bloomed on the cloth, stark and sharp stain marring it. Oak did not seem to mind, her mismatched eyes staring at the scarlet stain in marked interest.

It was then, you realized, that you were alone, exhausted, and in the presence of a Sinner with affinity for blood.

“You should rest. Not much time left until dawn approaches,” Oak said, pocketing the sullied cloth, her expression unbothered. “If you start the next day exhausted, as much as I would enjoy witnessing the proof of our mortality stemmed from careless mistakes, you would not feel the same.”

“But, there is still—“

“Perhaps, you would prefer to sleep next to me instead?”

The thought of sleeping inside a coffin was enough to silence you, and in turn, push you to go back to your quarters.

“Alright. Good night, Oak.”

As you closed the door, she sighed, lips curving in a triumphant smile. Pale fingers hooked on the dirtied handkerchief, and she brought the stained part close to her face, taking a deep whiff with the glee of a starving man who was given a plate of fresh food, her lips grazed at it in a desperation she would not show anyone but you.

She muttered your name with reverence, each repeated call leaving her lips tinted with desire and want. The sweet, sweet scent was enough to almost bring her to her knees, clawing at her sanity. The pitter-patter of your steps, going further by the second, was enticing her to go and give chase, to claim and possess you. Needle-sharp fangs poke at the blood, a show of desperation for you.

“(Name), you…” she muttered, voice breathy. With each moment, her desire for you soared. Her mind was an echoing mess, only telling her one thing.

Claim them. Take them. Do not let go.

—

The second time she got close to you outside of work, you were alone once again. This time, though it was a bit late at night, you decided to sort through the haphazardly-placed medicine bottles, just so it would not add to the hassle of tomorrow. Mind-numbing would be an understatement, and you ended up daydreaming as you sorted the glass containers in the correct order with the aid of muscle memory.

As you were lost in your own thoughts, there was a slight creak from the door, and you call for your visitor without even thinking.

“Is it an emergency? I will have to ask you to come back tomorrow, otherwise,”

Your voice were tinged a bit with exhaustion. The day has almost ended, and if you could help it, you would rather not have additional work.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” a familiar voice spoke, each word accompanied with a cold breath on your ears. One hand snaked around your waist, another creeping up your neck to tilt your head to the side. A pair of needle-sharp fangs was grazing your neck, hovering to search for that sweet spot.

“Oak, you—“

“Shh, (Name), there is nothing to be afraid of,” she cut you off with a reassuring voice. “You’re in good hands.”

You could feel her smirk against your skin, her warm breaths, full of anticipation, fanned your trembling body. Even with your struggle, in hopes to at least have your captor in your field of vision, yet the iron grip of the pale arm circling your wrist remained. Your scream died into a soundless gasp as she sank her fangs onto the tender spot on your collarbone, followed by throbbing pain in tune with your panicked heartbeat. Though adrenaline flowed throughout your body, your limbs felt leaden, frozen in place, locking your attention towards the spot where your captor’s lips connected with your shoulders.

“Does it hurt?” She whispered as she retracted her fangs, her tongue swirling a loving pattern on the puncture wounds. “It’ll be all better soon.”

At first, there was only pain, soothed partway by the way she blew cold air over the throbbing wound. Yet, with each passing second, the pain faded, changing in tune with your panicked heartbeat into a pit of yearning. Your legs felt wobbly, supported only by her body pressed flush against yours, and you were unable to muster any form of protest as she directed you towards the bed. Now, with her on top of you, even the darkness was not enough to conceal the unbidden desire swirling in her soul, shining through mismatched eyes with intensity enough to devour everything alive.

“I’ve been waiting for this chance. You were always so cautious, so afraid of me and most of the other Sinners,” she breathed out, one hand grasping your face, her thumb stroking your cheek, “and now, you truly are mine.”

You bit your lip down as another jolt of desire racked your body, a shudder running down your spine and gathering straight at your sensitive bud. You felt as if your body were set aflame from the inside, venom melting you from within and preparing you for your predator’s feast. Oak only smiled at your state, pink tongue darting out to lick her lips, cleaning traces of your blood.

“Let me help you, then. Consider this as a thank you.”

One hand held your wrists above your head, and the other reached down to your pants, pulling the fabric down to expose your drenched panties. One touch of her fingertip, even through the ruined fabric, was enough to send your mind into overdrive, desperation ridding your addled thoughts from all thoughts of survival. With just a twitch, you felt the edges of your vision turning white.

“Do you feel it? The desire pierced into your soul, now spilling out from here?” She asked, giving the bite wound another lick, fangs grazing upon the spot again. “Should you desire relief, you need only ask~“

“Ask? How dare—“

Again, she did not let you finish as her fingers explored deeper, pushing the soaked panties aside and exposing your bare sex to the cold air. Her movements were restrained, though her twitching fingers all but signaled that it took all her willpower to even prepare you for her. She added in another finger soon after, scissoring motions pressing on your walls without a rhythm.

From her quick movements, it was clear that it took everything in her to restrain her own lust, let alone give you consideration in this twisted act of passion. The worst part was that despite how wild and selfish this mockery of love was, her attempt to fan the flames burning on your stomach was working, your desire climbing higher as pleased noises began to spill out from your lips, your voice calling for Oak’s name in half-formed syllables. One spot made your toes curl, your high pitched voice bitten down in a half-hearted attempt to not allow her the satisfaction, yet you could tell your attempt have all but failed, and every so often, she made it a point to brush the sensitive spot with a teasing smile that reminded you of a cat batting its dying prey.

Kisses were trailed down all over your body, the hand holding your wrists now gliding down towards your torso. You thought it was a chance to fight back, yet, a slow, agonizing, pleasurable lick at the bite wound and a simple command to stop was enough to statue your body into perfect obedience. The black nail on her index finger sharpened into a claw for just a moment, enough to split your clothing, allowing her access to mark your neck, down to your shoulders and the valley of your breasts.

She swirled her tongue on a nipple, and the nub hardened as if on command, the cold making it even more sensitive. Her fangs stopped at your chest, right where your beating heart is, then she bit down, licking the wound just as you started to get lightheaded. At the same time, you finally tipped over the edge, and your vision whited out as you came all over her fingers.

With an embarassing squelch, she pulled out both of her fingers, and she stared at you in the eyes as her tongue cleaned your slick.

The flames in your belly have started to settle a bit, but saying this would be enough is nothing short of a blatant lie.

Oak gave you a knowing smile and got off you. However, as you were about to sigh in relief, you saw her take off her panties, letting the fabric fall on the floor. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the fabric was soaked, as well, juices glistening under the dim light of the room.

“What an insatiable thrall,” she said in a chastising tone, a contrast to her mischievous smile, “then, you wouldn’t mind helping me out as well, hm?”

She stopped your protest once again - her cunt resting so close to your face. Then, there was a nip in your inner thigh, the familiar piercing sensation from her fangs, then the pain fading into a mounting pleasure that all but erased your previous fatigue. Loathe as you are to admit it, you were once again forced to feel pleasure, her tongue licking your puncture wounds to soothe it before resting flat on your folds.

“What do they usually say… Ah, right, a favor for a favor.”

To emphasize her words, she grinded her cunt on your face, enveloping you in her scent. A wordless suck on your aching bud became your cue to start, your tongue tracing sloppy patterns on her folds. Your efforts did not go unrewarded, as she matched your speed, and even her breaths on your wet heat was a strong enough stimulation to make your hips buck towards her, your thighs enveloping her head to draw more friction, give more fuel to the creeping sensitivity that had enveloped your entire body once again.

As you sped up, calling her name in between breathes that smelled like her, you finally tip over the edge. Though your climax did not hit you with the same sheer force as the first one, you were forced to feel every moment of it, and the clear liquid gushing forth from your twisted lover’s climax soon after became a reminder of your current state. Your face was practically drenched, and you were frozen, perhaps both from exhaustion and mortification, as she licked your juices clean from between your thighs.

She finally shifted off you, swiping her own slick from your face with her thumb with the care of a loving partner. She licked her own thumb soon after, and the last thing you hear, just before your vision went dark, was her promise.

“I will see you again soon, (Name).”

—

The third time you met her, you were sleep-deprived, nightmares filling the dark every time you closed your eyes.

Ever since that encounter, you had begged at your superior to allow you a transfer, preferably somewhere you wouldn’t have to deal with Sinners aside from a need-to-know basis. Though your request was granted, you quickly discover that your mind has betrayed you, images of that encounter replaying in a loop, giving you a restless sleep that left you wanting the next day. Your body and mind seem to have all but betrayed you, conjuring a burning need for someone that was more than content to keep you, if not as a lover, as a thing to satisfy her own twisted desires.

You had fallen asleep, once again, though at least your luck allowed you to keep your wits until the last few minutes of your work.

As your eyes fluttered open, your gaze met Oak’s mismatched eyes, and it took everything you have to not kick and shout like a wild animal. You two were in a dark, narrow place, and your arms brushed wooden walls as you try to move.

She was pinning you down with an almost embarassing ease.

“Are you avoiding me?”

The question was asked with a relaxed lilt and a smile, not much different from a dear friend asking about the weather.

“What did you do to me?” The question slipped out from your lips before you could stop yourself, venom all but spilling from your tone.

“It was a simple thing, really. Have you never heard of the undead being capable of creating thralls?” She smiled, full of victory as she pressed the spot where her fangs sunk into you for the very first time. “I told you, you were mine now, yet you still refuse me.”

She stroked your hair in what was, perhaps, meant to be a comforting gesture, and to your horror, it all but worked, as you closed your eyes from the comfort.

“But now, there is no need to worry. We will have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all~“

[airdst]

“Good job, you did well...”

oh to be Chief making a deal with Oak Casket

[lucernalux]

Oak Casket

I cannot tell you how much I love a woman that can speak with the dead.

[nicknickknacks]

RIP Chief ⚰

[shrimshrim4fun]

Omg Zoya and Oak Casket with a gothic or emo s/o…

OAK CASKET WILL BE SHARING THE SAME WARDROBE AS HER DARLING’S

Zoya might steal a few accessories 👀👀👀

Oak Casket would definitely share her wardrobe with you. She also enjoys to make you try on different things. Though she can get handsy while doing so 👀 There is no your and her clothes, it’s ours, well according to her. She would be like “Let me help you with that, dear” while getting behind you as you tried on a corset she asked you to wear. Finds it amusing when you steal her jewelry and she caught you wearing them.

On the other hand, Zoya likes to steal smaller accessories from earrings, necklaces, and other jewelry. She likes to know that you’re on some part of her. And there’s a slight chance she’ll give it back, and she takes pride of wearing your jewelry. I think a big thing for her is wearing rings. Especially when she doesn’t have the claw thingy on her hand. She enjoys wearing rings that belong to you.

[sinsmockingbird]

Thinking about the Goddess of Death!Oak Casket, who knows the best how short mortal lives are. She's sworn to never fall for a mortal because of this, and yet here she is, falling for a mortal that's you.

I feel like you meet after a close relative of yours dies, and Oak (hidden as some sort of animal) sees you and finds herself instantly intrigued. Maybe you linger behind in the cemetery to give a personal goodbye to them with no one else around. It's then that Oak steps besides you, staring at your loved ones freshly buried grave.

"Don't cry, my dear. They're in a better place." Oak softly purrs, and you don't freak out by her sudden appearance. No, you feel oddly relaxed and calm as she sets a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

"I'll make sure they are guided to the light."

[crimson-lair]

MBCC LOVEPOST

⟶ Oak Casket

You lay inside the casket, unable to move or speak as Oak Casket stares down at you. Her heterochromatic eyes seem to bore into your soul. She's been obsessed with death ever since she could remember, and now, she's found a partner who can provide her with the most interesting deaths.

As she looks down at you, you can make out the curves of her chest and stomach, as well as the outlines of her thighs underneath her thin black dress. She hasn't moved, hasn't uttered a word, but you can feel the pressure of her gaze. The air inside the casket is stifling, but somehow, you don't mind. The pleasure of being at the mercy of this beautiful, yet terrifying woman is almost suffocating, and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through your body.

.

.

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Narrator: She reaches out a hand toward you, and the last thing you see before the darkness envelops you is the glittering green and violet of her eyes, watching you intently as the oxygen inside the casket runs out. The end.

Me: WOULD

Image/Original is a vid, by PathtoNowhereEN on Twitter/X

"Humiliation kink" - someone on twt once said.

This is all I could think of since the original post (pic) isn't as wild as Garofano's. Maybe the post about Langley/Zoya can match Garomama 🤭

I WOULD let Oak do whatever she wants. Would you?

[roysristi]

Oak Casket....and her smile.....