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[aballadforbarbatos]

levi: welcome to the sad singles club. at today’s meeting we’re discussing if it’s great to kiss in the rain

mammon: idk when mc and i did it it was kinda gross

levi: you’re dating??

mc: are we?

mammon: if you want to i guess…

levi: GET OUT

[warmtoastedbread]

My love wanted to draw me something so I sent him Mammon and Lucifer with the prompt of mammon ordering at Starbucks and Lucifer is the cashier

He gave me this master piece. Btw he doesn't even know their names

[smile-files]

this is so silly. one of the perks of having goody gardens as a thing is that it gives me an excuse to have like 50 billion fursonas. but then i'll keep thinking "but what about my truesona" as if that doesn't completely defeat the purpose

[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 10

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

Word count: 3,765

A/N: I was debating whether or not to take this turn in the story but here we are… tell me what you think, what will happen next? 😊 sometimes I get ideas from your comments✨ thank you for following this series!!

Y/N felt like she was in a dream as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a gorgeous dress in a creamy tone, her hair glamorously curled and pinned up and very little make up, but everything looked so put together.

She felt like a princess.

With a huge baby bump. She giggled, until she got dressed she didn’t think the dress would fit, but surprisingly it did… and it had a beautiful line full of small crystals right under her breasts and over her bump. She had been half twirling just to catch the light, it was beautiful and delicate and it had costed a fortune, but Polly insisted it was appropriate for the occasion.

Never in her wildest dreams, she could’ve afforded something like that, but Polly basically forced her to get it, she didn’t leave the boutique until Y/N nodded.

It had been a few busy weeks, the Shelby Fundation Dinner planning kept her so busy lately, she had several meetings with vendors to make sure everything would be perfect. Y/N personally supervised the menu, music and flowers, the party held at Arrow House a couple of weeks ago would look small compared to this Gala for the Institution.

Her baby startled wriggling a lot, so Y/N decided to pace around the room in an attempt to settle down.

Meanwhile, downstairs something entirely different was happening. Mary just learned that Mr. Davis -Mr. Shelby’s driver-, had been sneaking from Arrow House with a basket of food and other goodies under that intruder instructions to the Shelby Institute to give it to an unknown person that was living there. But other than that he refused to speak more. She felt upset, that Y/N felt with authority enough to feed someone else off Mr. Shelby’s pocket, because given the fact that Mr. Davis was trying to keep a low profile, when she asked if Mr. Shelby knew about it, the man shook his head.

But she’d reveal the truth and let her master know.

Running her fingers over the table, she checked it looking for any trace of dust. Pleased she then arranged the curtain and finally smoothing her apron, she waited patiently as Mr. Shelby parked his car outside.

“Mary.” He acknowledged her.

“Mr. Shelby I’m so glad you arrived… there’s something I need to tell you.” She explained while hanging his coat.

“Not now Mary, I’ve to get ready for the Institution’s Dinner.” Tommy replied taking the stairs.

“Oh.” The maid smoothed her apron. “Can I help you to get ready then?”

But Tommy was already shaking his head, but as he reached the last step, he changed his mind. “Actually yes, come with me.”

Mary could hardly hide the smirk of satisfaction playing on her face. Would she help him getting into the bath? Or pass down his tuxedo while he got dressed?

Her answer would come shortly as Tommy emerged from his dressing room with a black velvet box. “Go and find Y/N, give her this necklace and help her with the final touches for the Dinner.”

Disappointment flashed through Mary’s face as she stared at the box. “But…”

“Go Mary.” Tommy ushered her outside his bedroom without another glance.

Mary stomped her feet quietly and pursed her lips into a tight line, she didn’t want to help that sinful woman, but she had to obey Mr. Shelby.

“Come in.” Y/N stated when she heard the knock on her door. “Oh, Mary… I thought it might be Tommy.”

“Mr. Shelby is busy.” She clasped her hands together. As much as she disliked, Y/N looked good, her hair perfectly styled and the dress fit like a glove. But she didn’t deserve a compliment.

“Right. Well… guess I’ll wait.” Y/N mumbled starting to feel uncomfortable under Mary’s stare.

“I was asked to hand you this.” The maid explained under her breath. “I hope you really take good care of it, since it’s so expensive.”

The blue stone shone under the room’s light, making Y/N catch her breath.

Mary was still wondering what made Y/N so special to deserve a gift like that, according to her, she didn’t deserve it nor all the benefits she also got for being under Mr. Shelby’s protection.

Y/N looked down at her lap after being reminded once more of her place in Tommy’s life.

The feeling of the cold sapphire against her skin made her come back to reality. Staring back at her reflection, she felt as if the jewel was mocking her, like shouting how ridiculous it looked on her and a shiver ran down her body.

“Who are you hiding?” Mary asked raising her chin in a cocky way. “I know you’ve been stealing food from the kitchen.”

“No one.” Y/N’s words came out shaky as she gave the maid a nervous look.

“I wonder if Mr. Shelby knows…”

Worry flashed over Y/N’s features, she hadn’t got the chance to talk to Tommy about Frances yet, because he had been either at a trip, busy with some business, solving a family affair or visiting a factory. He hadn’t been involved in the Institution event either, he only managed to hand her a list of the important guests he wanted to attend. That led her to be in charge of most of the things, including the decision to help Frances without his approval.

“I think Mr. Shelby shouldn’t have give you so many liberties, you come and go as you please, have your relatives staying over as guests and now you’re feeding another mouth out of his pocket, how ungrateful and opportunist.”

Leaving Y/N to deal with her own guilt, Mary walked out of the bedroom.

She was used to Tommy’s unlimited generosity, he went above and beyond for her and her baby, but the maid was right, there was a thin line and sometimes it felt as if she was stepping over it, her baby would need food, clothes, medicines, it would be expensive and even though Tommy had made clear he was more than able to provide for everything, it felt wrong, it wasn’t his responsibility.

Another knock on the door startled her pulling Y/N abruptly from her thoughts.

It was Claire, the maid who was kind to her. “Miss Y/N, just wanted to let you know the car is ready… oh you look so pretty!”

The unexpected compliment made Y/N smile momentarily.

“Is everything alright?”

Blinking to push her emotions away, Y/N gave her a nod. “Just trying to find a way to put on my shoes, this belly is on the way.”

“Let me help.” The young maid offered without hesitation. “I heard Mary’s furious for being asked to help you so I decided to see if you needed something.”

Kneeling in front of her, the maid took her feet and placed the shoe against her lap, then the other.

“You’re so kind to me.”

Claire thought Y/N didn’t deserve to be treated the way she did by some people, she knew the reason she was living there was because her parents didn’t support her. And she had experienced a similar situation when her cousin Amanda got kicked out of her house, she went to her house temporarily and then got married to the father of her baby, sadly she passed away during the birth and the child got placed into an orphanage. But she refused to share that story, Miss Y/N didn’t need those kind of thoughts.

“It’s going to be chilly, you’ll need to wear the stole.”

A sigh escaped Y/N’s lips. Ada had lent her the hair clip she was wearing, a lipstick and the fur stole. To her it all seemed like too much, even Polly insisted on getting her a nice perfume, she didn’t dare to ask how much it was, she preferred to save that money instead, but to the Shelby family it was important, part of the image they wanted to portray for society and after all they had done for her it was at least she could do.

Her heart was drumming as she stepped at the top of the stairs, it was like a dream. So surreal, this kind of event was like the ultimate ball, it was crucial for the kids to get enough donations to run the Institute.

At the loud sound of a thunder, Y/N gasped.

“Is just the bad weather.” Mr. Davis informed her from the front seat.

“Right… I’m just nervous.”

“Miss Y/LN?” He asked with a hint of doubt in his voice. “Do you think you can speak to Mr. Shelby for me? I’m afraid of what Mary might tell him and I really need the job.”

Mr. Davis only helped her deliver the groceries and food to Frances on her behalf, he wasn’t responsible, so she assured him she’d explain everything to Tommy as soon as she could.

Tommy hurried across the room to tuck in his shirt, zipping his pants he then started fixing the cummerbund. Hair fresh from the shower, he sprayed some lotion.

Staring at the mirror, he skillfully tied the bow.

“Fuck.” He breathed out as he took a look at the clock, he wanted to arrive to the venue early to greet the guests. Placing the cuffs in place he stood in front of the mirror for a second to make sure his hair was perfectly combed.

The speech he had prepared was safely guarded inside the pocket of his jacket, now he just needed to get his coat from the downstairs closet.

“Jesus, you scared me Mr. Shelby.” Mary stated as he stormed off his bedroom. “Before you go, I need to tell you something important.”

Tommy rolled his shoulders as he made it halfway the staircase.

“Later, I’ve to go Mary.”

“I must insist, just want you to know Miss Y/N has been taking food from the kitchen to give it to someone, and there are some sheets and towels missing too.”

Tommy stopped abruptly to look back at her.

Pondering in his maid’s words he tried to find a way out.

“Don’t worry Mary, I’m aware.” He stated and then, continued to rush downstairs.

But he didn’t know and confusion invaded his mind as he put on his coat. Why would Y/N do something like that? It didn’t make sense, but right now he could only think of the event, he needed it to be perfect.

On his way to the vehicle, he thought of finding a way to make Y/N understand she could take everything she wanted or needed and she didn’t need to hide. But he couldn’t help but wonder who was that person?

“Hey.” She greeted him as he made his way into the back seat next to her.

Her genuine smile welcomed Tommy, instinctively he passed an arm behind her head to make her feel comfortable.

“Hello,” then he instructed the driver to go.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it.”

“Yeah something came up and I wasted some time, but here we go… are you ready for the big event?”

“I can’t wait.”

“Looking good ey?” Tommy couldn’t help but notice the subtle make up she was wearing and that glow she carried everywhere made her features stand out. “So fancy.”

He couldn’t see it in the dim light, but Y/N blushed, his words made her feel confident.

Y/N adjusted the stole around her shoulders.

“Ada said this would keep me warm.” She wasn’t used to this kind of luxury. “And she also lent me this hair brooch.”

Turning her head around, she showed Tommy.

“Hmm.” He hummed, taking in the little details Y/N was showing him, she sounded like a kid in a candy store. “I remember that, gave it to her for her 21st birthday.”

“I know, she told me.” Y/N explained fixing her eyes on the man sitting next to her, he was so selflessly generous, there was no one else like him. And he looked so handsome.

Over the years she had heard people speak of him out of fear, out of anger and resentment, and every single time she had jumped right there and then to defend him, because she only knew this side of him.

“Do you’ve the pendant?” He asked wriggling his eyebrows and with a playful smile growing on his lips.

“I’m terrified to lose it.”

Unconsciously, Y/N touched the cold stone hanging from her neck.

Tommy asked her to show it to him so she let the stole fall from her shoulders and threw her head slightly back so Tommy could have a better look of the present he gave her.

For a couple of seconds she held her breath as his eyes fixed on the necklace.

Then his eyes slid lower, to her cleavage, the valley of her breasts captured all his attention and it was Tommy’s turn to hold his breath. He couldn’t help but notice the evident change in her frame apart from the obvious bump… quickly he cleared his throat and looked away feeling guilty for the sudden turn his thoughts took.

“It’s heavy.” Y/N stated oblivious of what just crossed his mind, when Tommy shifted on his seat, she looked at him. “Are you sure it isn’t too much?”

As soon as the car parked, Tommy rushed to walk around the car to help her down. “It’s perfect.” He admitted focusing now on the ground instead of her.

“There’s Polly.” Greeting her with enthusiasm, Y/N praised her look and beauty, she was stunning.

“Let’s get inside, shall we?” She urged Y/N and offered her hand for her to take the steps.

“What are we gushing about?”

Polly’s smile grew impossibly big. “There’s a man that wants to do my portrait.”

“The painter from the party?”

Polly nodded as someone approached to get their coats.

But their chat was soon interrupted by the impressive decoration at the venue.

“Wow this is breathtaking.” Polly stated holding Y/N’s hand.

It was eye catching, the chandeliers on the bases and flowers looked so elegant, it was the perfect way to greet people.

Y/N felt so proud of what she had achieved after working for so long in this event, choosing the best flowers, the best dishes, selecting the greatest band in the city. And it was all paying out. Hopefully they’ll get a lot of people donating for the Institution.

Tommy who had been stopped by the entrance couldn’t stop his eyes from following Y/N. There was something in her that put him in some kind of spell.

“Oh, this looks lovely my dear.” Y/N’s grandma finally arrived, linking her arm to her granddaughter, she smiled proudly. “And why are you so beautiful?”

“Because I look just like you.” Y/N kissed her cheek lovingly and returned the compliment as Tommy walked towards them.

“I hope you’re planning to dance all night, eh?” He winked at Y/N’s grandma.

“Oh Tommy I wish… but now I’m old and I don’t want to look like a fool.”

“Grandma, none of that.” Y/N chuckled. “I’ll be right back to welcome the guests.”

“Well, well Tommy Shelby knows how to throw a party.” Ada tilted her head, she wasn’t surprised by her brother’s wealth, but his need to let everybody know.

He cleared his throat, aching for a smoke. “Money can get you anything, Ada.”

“Oh yeah?” Those eyes of hers reminded him so much of his mother. “And what about love, Tom? Can you buy a wife too?”

The truth in her words felt like knife opening his chest in two.

No, he could always for sex yes, but not love. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, his eyes found Y/N in the back of the salon greeting a guest and taking the envelope with the donation they promised.

As more guests joined them, Tommy moved from group to group, not really listening to what they were saying but he had to pretend.

“Tommy.” Y/N touched his shoulder. “He’s the leader of the Birmingham City Council.”

“Hello Tommy.” They greeted each other.

“Danny.”

Until they started chatting, she realized they already knew each other, but as Danny was explaining their business, Tommy’s posture changed and he got tense. Following his eyes, she found the man that visited at the Institute once.

Y/N couldn’t understand what that priest was doing there, she couldn’t recall having him in the guest list specially after Tommy asked her to be extra cautious when it came to him. But she couldn’t interfere either so she let Tommy deal with him, she still had to greet lots of people anyways.

“Oh hi Esme!” Y/N stopped for a second in front of John’s wife. “Look at you.”

But Esme’s attention was fixed on the necklace, the sapphire hanging from Y/N’s neck. She felt something indescribable and an urgency to stand as far as possible from it invaded her.

“Who gave you that?” She asked Y/N bluntly.

It was dark, sinister and she didn’t like it at all. Esme could barely stand to look at the stone.

Confused, Y/N frowned. “Tommy, why? It’s a gift.”

Worry installed in her heart, Esme could feel her throat closing, the energy coming off the stone made her feel dizzy and she could only see black dots blurry her vision, as Y/N called for John to check on his wife.

There was nothing Y/N could do, she felt bad for Esme not feeling well but sadly she needed to attend the guests.

A woman approached her with a foreign accent.

“I’m the Duchess Tatiana Petrovna.”

Once Y/N left behind her initial shock, she wondered how did she end up in the same room with someone who was part of the royalty. She tried to do a small curtsy, just like she was taught.

Tatiana smirked and noticed the necklace.

“You know I’m used to wear jewels all the time, it must’ve fascinating for you to have the chance to have it loaned.”

Y/N had to bit her tongue hard to remain quiet and don’t fire back as the Duchess deserved.

“I wonder what you must’ve done for Mr. Shelby to give you that.” Her words and tone clearly meant to humiliate Y/N but she was used by now and she wasn’t in the mood.

It was either her mother, Mary, the rest of the people and now a woman who owned a royal title who wanted to make her feel like she didn’t deserve anything.

“You can ask him why, Duchess.”

Tatiana watched her with wide eyes. “Oh, my my… you’ve character.”

With a sigh, Tommy joined them, now they wanted him to take the Duchess to the factory, he didn’t trust Father Hughes and he didn’t trust the Russians either.

“You should’ve kissed my hand.” Tatiana flirted openly, directing her eyes towards Y/N, she wanted to show her she was in charge and even a man like Thomas Shelby obeyed her.

Observing the interaction between them, felt a sudden urge to stand in front of the Duchess to place some distance between her and Tommy. She couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation, she was blinded by jealousy by the mere thought of them together but…why?

As Tommy noticed Tatiana’s intentions he motioned Ada to take Y/N away.

“There’s a Lady that wants to talk about a donation to the Institution, Y/N come with me?” Ada was suddenly leading her in another direction.

Tatiana was definitely after Tommy. If they got together, what would happen to her? Would Tommy still support her and her baby?

“If you excuse me, I’ll go to the powder room.” Y/N gave the woman and Ada an apologetic look and excused herself, feeling grateful for having a minute to calm down at the internal turmoil she was dealing with.

Tommy was looking for Y/N hysterically, heart pounding inside his chest, worry showing across his forehead. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked Arthur, who only raised his hands and shook his head.

That sapphire is cursed by a gypsy.- Tatiana’s words repeating over and over in his head.

He didn’t believe in God anymore, he didn’t believe in fate either. But he religiously believed in gypsy curses.

He needed that fucking necklace off Y/N. Why the hell did he have to give it to her?

She must mean something to you if you gave her such a pretty jewel.- she had stated before explaining about the curse.

Suddenly people moved and he spotted Y/N talking to someone.

“Come with me.” He ordered pulling her by the arm.

“Calm down, what’s happening?” She asked with a frown.

“Give me the necklace.” His words came out rushed, he was desperate.

“What? Why?”

“Give me the fucking necklace. Now.” He barked confusing Y/N more.

Feeling overwhelmed by the strange situation, Y/N felt bothered and sensible.

“Why would you give it to me then?” She asked but Tommy interrupted her, his hands on her shoulders shaking her slightly.

“I need you to be safe, Y/N.” But he refused to explain further.

Locking his eyes with her, she couldn’t understand what was crossing in his mind.

“Fuck this, fuck these people… we don’t need it.”

Words wouldn’t come out as he wanted, he needed to rip off the necklace from her.

“But Tommy…” what did he mean about fuck this? The event she had worked so hard on?

What did it had to do with the necklace?

“Y/N… please?”

His grip on her shoulders got tighter. This abrupt need to protect her from all evil that it was baffling, it made him feel uneasy but at the same time it was relieving as she grinned and moved her hand back to take the necklace off.

“Damn you Tommy Shelby”

In matter of seconds, everything changed… there was a shout and commotion. Before Tommy could react, he realized Y/N was a death weight against his chest.

There was blood. A lot.

“Y/N?!” He shouted.

Tommy heard himself call for an ambulance but he wasn’t sure anymore.

“You’re going to be alright. Take it easy.” Gently, he caressed her face. “Save your energy.”

“Tommy? It’s getting dark…” Y/N mumbled.

“Don’t close your eyes Y/N… stay with me!”

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[joocomics]

be nice to your favorite ghostface

day 20 — mask kink w/ gaon ⌞⌗ kinktober ⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 ghostface!jiseok x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 4.3k

summary: the roommate of your best friend's boyfriend hears you gushing over Billy Loomis so he decides to turn one of your dirtiest fantasies into reality

contains: sub!reader, hard dom!jiseok, roleplay, mask kink, (consensual) unprotected sex, knife play, voice kink (jiseok uses voice changer device in the beginning), light fear play, degradation kink, begging, oral sex (m/f), face fucking, name calling (slut/whore), pet names, breath play, choking, dirty talk, overstimulation (f!rec), spit kink

[ kinktober masterlist | general masterlist ]

You shut the front door of your apartment complex and head towards the stairs. You just had dinner with friends, a much needed girls night, and now you're eager to get cosy in your bed with a binge worthy show.

This year you want to celebrate Halloween away from crowds, and the idea of entering your quiet home with all the snacks you bought on your way here has never excited you more.

You make out chatter coming from the upper floor. A group of kids are trick-or-treating and you hurry to hide the plastic bag with the goodies, but you quickly realise you only have the pockets of your jacket which are already holding your wallet, your cellphone and a lip balm.

Unfortunately, you'll have to part with some of the candy bars and you just have to accept it.

To your surprise though, the children just run past you without even acknowledging your existence. They almost push you down the stairs, too excited and overwhelmed to comprehend their surroundings or watch where they're going in their colorful costumes. Their earsplitting hollering fades away as they reach the exit and you - the front door of your home. The building turns completly silent again except the sounds of your footsteps.

“Look who’s finally back.” A disturbing voice calls out behind you. “I was waiting for you.”

“Shit!” You yelp, bumping into the wall. “Who the—“

Your startled eyes meet a dark figure in a full Ghostface costume.

He's standing still as he places a finger in front of his hidden face and you obey - you don't utter another word. Instead, you silently observe the slow motions of his one hand holding a small white device.

He’s wearing black gloves just like the real Ghostface, and he changes his voice with the help of that small white device... just like the real Ghostface.

As real as that character can get.

“You’re supposed to scream later on when I rip your chest open, baby.”

The distorted voice sends more chills across your body and you feel yourself shivering in your dress despite the jacket on your shoulders.

“Who… who are you?” You focus your gaze upon the black and white mask in front of you.

Ghostface tilts his head to one side; you can’t tell if he’s picking his next words or if he’s offended that you don’t recognise his true identity.

With no rush in his actions he lifts the device again, asking:

“Who do you want me to be?”

His twisted tone comes out calm, arousing your curiosity with each question.

“Jooyeon, if this is one of your pranks again, I…”

“Jooyeon is not here.” The fearsome figure cuts you off. This time his words echo louder with slight frustration.

His black boots take a step forward, and you make a step back.

“You’re not gonna run away from me, are you Y/N?”

Hearing your name attached to his question brings a certain sense of relief. It’s somebody you know.

Not that it’s impossible for this to be a complete stranger who’s been stalking you for months and has finally decided to play his sick tricks on you. With social media nowadays…

He continues to get closer with the same slow pace and it seems that the fact you stopped moving at all pleases him.

“That’s right, you wouldn’t dare.” At once he stops, keeping the white device close to his face. “Hot and smart, I like it.”

He notices you’re concentrating on his silhouette. Your back is pressed against the wall, your eyes - focused and captivating, keep analysing every one of his moves.

He’s never seen you pay such close attention to anything before. When he heard you thirsting over Billy Loomis during your movie night two weekends ago he thought you were talking mainly about the actor, but looks like his friend Jooyeon was right when he said that more and more girls fantasise about being fucked by Ghostface.

You thought you were being very discreet with the way you were leaning towards your best friend in order to describe how badly you needed the killer, but he didn't miss out on even one perky smile of yours. He caught every word that came out of your lips while his eyes, too busy to stare at your streched bare legs that were softly illuminated from the screen, ignored half of the movie.

The more hours you spent at the apartment, the more parts of his mind you began to occupy - the way you speak, the way you laugh, the way you sit on his chair and cross your legs... This dirty little fantasy is just one of the many things that comes from you, and now lives permanently in his head - partly becoming a secret of his own too.

He knew he was damned the day he got introduced to you by his roommate.

“What’s that look on your pretty face?” He leans in a bit. “Want to feel my knife?”

While staying still, you let the sharp blade poke the corner of your mouth.

“Actually…” you speak up as the edge lightly traces your jaw. The thrill that shoots through your chest slows down your train of thought and the change in your voice makes you sound like you’re getting dizzy. “Can I feel your mask?”

Of course that's what has your attention.

He stills remembers the moment you said you'd let Skeet Ulrich fuck you with that freakin' mask on. “Didn't expect you to be that freaky,” he told you quietly, letting you know that he heard your confession. It seemed like you didn't really mind it that out of everyone here he's the one who caught you though.

Instead of blushing, or denying it, you just shifted to sit even closer to him.

“I know who you are.” Your lips turn up for a quick second as you get a little glimpse of his real dark brown eyes; your fingertips feel the outlines of the mask. “Jiseok.”

“Surprise, Y/N.” Jiseok exclaims with the classic Ghostface intonation.

The familiar smug laughter you’ve heard so many times slips through the mask, echoing in the hallway as you stare at him.

The adrenaline rush elevates in your veins now that you know it's him behind the costume. You haven't seen each other in a while and you try to compose yourself from the excitment you feel over the fact this is the first time you find yourself alone with him.

“Why did you sneak behind my back like that?”

“Oh, don’t tell me I scared you, pretty girl?” He coos, this time in his own deep voice that you've gotten very familiar with, but for some reason still gives you butterflies.

The knife appears in the air again, but this time it's guided towards your neck. The sudden movement makes you wince and Jiseok giggles, because he simply wants to flip your hair over your shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna invite your favorite Ghostface for a drink?” He gestures passionately with knife in hand. “I came all the way here to pray on you.”

“You must be the most chatty Ghostface out there.” You grin as you unlock the door to your apartment. “Come in.”

Without taking off the mask, Jiseok observes around. He’s intrigued, but he’s going to ask for a tour another time.

“Who were you all dolled up in this pretty little dress for?” He asks, looking at your backless dress that’s hugging your ass perfectly. The view causes the excited tilt in his tone to slowly disappear, making his voice sound lower.

“My girlfriends,” you turn around, pleased to hear him being interested in that, “we had dinner together.”

“Where’s your costume? It's Halloween.”

“I’m not really into dressing up.” You reply as you put away your jacket. “Also, it was just a simple dinner to catch up. No partying this year for us.”

“Bummer, I thought you’re gonna be my Sidney tonight.” He gets closer and your ass bumps into the counter. As his eyes eat up the sight of your slightly exposed cleavage, the cold blade in his hand slides up your inner thigh. “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

“No.”

He taps your skin with the knife a few times before speaking up next.

“Good.” He grins behind the hooded mask. “We can have fun together unless you want me to leave.”

You shake your head not taking your eyes off of him even for a second.

“No,” you say and your heartbeat quickens, “I think I enjoy your company, Mr. Ghostface.”

Your lips open wider when you feel three taps between your legs - each comes with a pause before the next. Right onto your panties beneath which you feel a warm sensation spreading as you breathe in deeply.

“You think? He repeats the word you chose with a certain suspicion in his tone. “I can help you make up your mind. You like being scared?”

“Why would I be scared of you?”

And as to prove that you want him your legs spread apart some more. As a result you sense the knife between them changing its direction; now it grazes the warm skin of your thigh again, gently, but sending strong shockwaves through your body.

“You don’t really know me, baby.”

He’s somewhat right about that.

You’ve never been left alone with him until now. You’ve also never maintained longer conversation than just few messages because one of you shared a relatable meme on your stories or because his roommate shared a funny group picture. But neither of you can deny it - there's something in the air every time you're in the same room. There's a heady presence of passion and it was just a matter of time for both of you to give yourselves wholly to it.

“Let me get to know you then.” You grab a handful of the black fabric of his costume.

It’s almost as if that's a sign Jiseok has been waiting for.

Before you have time to realise what he could be up to, you hear a ripping noise from below.

“No, Jiseok, no!” You protest. “Don't!” But it’s too late.

The blade cuts through your dress and you watch Jiseok’s hands ripping it off all the way to your stomach.

You loved that dress, but damn was this hot…

“You’re crying over this little dress? You’re practically walking around naked, baby.” He says condescendingly as his palm squeezes your butt cheek before going back to your clothed folds. “You’re lucky that wasn’t your skin.”

“You’re really committed to the role, Jiseok.”

He doesn’t respond to that right away.

Remaining silent, he removes one of his black gloves and tosses it on the counter behind you where he left the knife earlier.

You’re already buzzing with delight before he’s even pulled your panties to the side. When his middle finger slips into your entrance with ease your face heats up - from how nice it feels to be touched by him and from the realisation of how wet you are already.

Just from flirting with him, and you can’t even see his face.

“Seems like you’re pretty into it,” he replies at once, inviting his finger deeper; rubbing against your gummy walls and getting familiar with how tight they are. The way you accept his touch so easily floods his veins with satisfaction. “How does a good girl like you end up fantasising about freaky shit like this?”

You shrug shoulders before a small moan slips from your tongue as adrenaline rush swirls inside you in the rhythm of his bare hand.

“It turns me on.”

Before you know it, Jiseok cuts open the rest of your dress, revealing your boobs in a lace bra which he immediately gets the urge to remove next. After spinning you around, he gets rid of your underwear with one swift cut too.

He slaps your ass firmly as his other hand yanks your head back by gripping the roots of your hair. You whimper from the sudden rough touch and the sound shoots pleasure straight into his core.

“You want me all over you like this?” Jiseok hisses at your ear. His hips press against your naked behind, wanting you to feel the effects you have on him.

“Yeah, I do,” you bite your lip as his spare hand, the one still covered by a black glove, gropes one of your breasts. “I want you a lot…” You mewl, trying to imagine the way his eyes shut from the way you rub your ass against him as an invitation.

“You better be nice to your favorite Ghostface, doll,” he threatens and you can hear the twisted grin in his erotic voice, “you know what happens to girls who don’t behave as they should.”

He smacks your ass one more time and tells you to run to the bedroom.

You’re waiting on your bed when he walks in.

The black robe is gone, but the Ghostface mask is still in tact. He’s in a pair of black jeans with no shirt on and you eat up the sight of his abs on display.

One hand is bare while the other - not. The one hidden by the black glove goes around your throat as you stick out your pink tongue to wet two of his naked fingers.

“Fuck, you’ll look so hot with my dick in your mouth.” He groans as you suck all the way to his knuckles. He loves how you’re constantly staring at him as if you worship him; even after he empties your mouth and slides his hand down your figure. “I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve it, you know that, right, doll?”

You gasp when the same two fingers that you kissed so softly enter you at the same time. Quickly and smoothly, they speed up the pace, causing your head to threaten to fall back, but Jiseok's grip doesn't allow that.

“That means Ghostface is gonna fuck you like a whore.”

Both of you start to notice squelching noises as Jiseok's fingertips continue thrusting as he keeps them deep and curled up at a nice angle. Only until they pull out and lightly slap your thigh.

The sensation arised so quickly and intense that you weren’t aware that you still haven't given an answer. The realisation hits you once the clothed fingers around your neck squeeze for the first time since they got a hold of you.

“Ah, y-yes—“ Your mouth stays open as his grip doesn’t loosen up. “Yes, fuck me however you want,” the corners of your lips curl as you breathe through your mouth, “I'd love to be Ghostface's slut.”

Jiseok chuckles with his usual boyish laughter that always sounds so erotic even behind this mask.

He fills you up again without needing to look down at the way you arch your back, greedy to have him all the way in. He feels you wetting his palm more and more as you start to clench harder around his moving knuckles.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He smirks as your whines rise higher. In response his fingers aim deeper, - if that's even possible, - rougher to the point your thighs begin to shake soon enough. “Gonna beg for it? Will you fuckin’ beg for my cock?”

Your one hand clasps around his arm, not fighting back any of this, just having the need to hold onto something, as the coming climax makes your mind spiral.

“Yes, yes, y-yes, please, give it to me—” you chant, feeling the rush finally overflow while also stealing your ability to say anything more.

Your breathing wasn’t as restricted as it could have been, but in addition to the sudden explosion of pleasure, it still made you feel a bit woozy.

You fall on your back, but Jiseok speaks out:

“Let me see you then.” He stands up and takes off his jeans in the meantime.

“Please,” kneeling at the centre of the bed you don't waste any time to obey his wish, “please, give me your cock, I want it so bad.”

Jiseok tilts his head; clearly not approving of that attempt. But he likes the way you move closer though, like you're chasing him.

“Please, Mr. Ghostface.” You stop at once and level your face with his crotch. “I don’t want to get punished,” you blink up innocently, making a pause, “or die.”

Your hand crawls up his thigh. His boner is tempting you, it’s so vivid and appealing. Twitching ever so slightly against your palm once you touch it for the first time. Wanting more, you lower your hand and run your tongue against it, really slowly so he can feel the thrill sneaking through the cotton fabric.

“Maybe I'll spare your life if you take it down your throat.” He groans as his hand pushes your face further into his boner. The way you humm softly as his length grinds against your features makes him almost want to throw away the mask so he can kiss you, but he resists. “How does that sound to you?” He lifts your chin up and feels an instant satisfaction once you open your mouth before he’s even asked.

He tugs down the waistband of his underwear and holds the base of his cock as you attach your tongue under his leaking tip. Not only the thrill from feeling you salivating for him spreads warmth underneath his skin, but also your hazed eyes that won't stop gazing up at his masked face.

“Feels nice, baby,” he utters as you suck half of his length slowly with hollowed cheeks and lips sliding steadily. “But you won't save your life if you keep licking like a kitten.”

You breathe in deeply before pushing yourself further, but Jiseok is already placing hands on the sides of your head to help out both of you.

“There you go”, he chuckles before groaning loudly, glancing down to see you motionless and slobbering around him. “This look fits you better.”

His cock glides back before it invades your tight throat again, then again, causing it to produce muffled mewls which vibrate against him delightfully.

Although his moaning can't be heard exactly the way you want, because of the hooded mask and the way his fingers press onto your ears to keep you steady, you can still tell his deep voice sounds very captivating in such intimate state.

The longer he fucks your mouth, the higher his moans elevate until they turn into one drawned out fuck as he pulls out, leaving you gasping for air.

You sit down while coughing when you notice the swinging string of spit still connecting you to his cock. Jiseok breaks it off by laying on top of you, slowly stroking his slick length to maintain control over the rush.

If it was any other other day, he would probably have you doggy style. But it's not, so he slips into you in a missionary position, but far from a romantic one.

“Fuck, Jiseok—” you whine through hitched breaths. You don't know how every time you moan his name like that his insides swirl from pride and excitement. “God, I'm gonna cum—”

You feel like you're having a fever; like something inside you is about to explode in million pieces. Your thighs are sweating as his strong arms stay locked around your legs that are hanging over his shoulders.

Every time the head of his dick hits the desired spot as you try to keep blinking up at his mask you tense harder; more eagerly as you lose control over your voice that begins to quiver.

“You sound so pretty for me,” Jiseok mumbles under his breath. He does his best to not slow down the merciless pace of his hips so he can hear you crumble below him all over again. “Where's the magic word, huh? Can't even speak properly anymore, is that it...”

“Shit—“ you squeeze eyes, regaining composure as the knot in your tummy is seconds away from bursting. “Please,” your hands wrap around the sheets in desperation as you whisper, “please, let me cum, n-need it...”

“Gonna cum for Ghostface again, huh slut?”

He laughs after he hears your disjointed answer, but just a moment later his own groans mix pleasantly with your overwhelmed cries.

He keeps your shaking legs as still as they can be while his eyes don't want to miss a single flinch of your uncontrollable squirming.

It's such a challenge not to cum too as you hold onto him so strongly, but he endures the bittersweet pain from wanting to have his fun with you for longer. You've gotten so sensitive and by the way you smile at him like you're getting high on all of this he's positive you want to continue too.

“Told you to keep your mouth open for me, doll,” he reminds you with his voice turning more hoarse, more impatient too as he can't wait to fill it up with his arousal.

You part your lips while sensing every second of the way his restless thrusting creates that familiar knot of buzzing pleasure from the start, but way more luxurious and powerful than the previous.

“Let me see that cute tongue.” His hand moves to hug your neck the same moment your wobbly legs drop around his lower body. He wants to apply some force to hear your whimpers break as you cum around him one more time. “Yea, told you to do as I say, baby, didn't I? What if I grab my knife and fuck you with the handle instead? Would you like that?!”

“No,” you manage to respond as your dazed eyes, half-shut, roam around the close view of the unsettling mask, “your dick, p-please—” you were going to say something more than that, but the hand in black restricts more of your oxygen as you reach yet another unbelievable peak.

The moment Jiseok sees your eyes roll back, he lets go of your throat to let you take a needed breath while clenching around him like never before. His hips push into you almost leisurely now with the little amount of force he has left as you come down from the new high.

You’re both panting together; you from several intense orgasms, he - from all the energy he released on you, and from how little he needs in order to cum.

You're still processing it all when out of the blue Jiseok takes off the Ghostface mask and throws it on the floor.

For the first time tonight you see his face and your excited heart skips a beat.

You see his skin glistening from sweat, his black hair falling messily and sticking to his wet forehead. He quickly runs fingers through it to push his bangs away as he settles between your open legs.

Once he locks eyes with you, he doesn’t let go of that contact and neither do you.

His flat tongue licks up your folds slowly, earning a taste of the mixture you created from your own fluids, and you don’t know what was the last straw for your mind to shut off completely - his sparkling gaze lingering on your face or his mouth burying itself further into you. The tip of his tongue sneaks into your stretched entrance that’s still pulsing for him, eager to taste more of your sweet juices.

You moan softly at the gentle motions that toy with your sensitivity seconds before his lips detach.

“Fuck, this pussy just can’t get enough,” he murmurs against your warm flesh before sucking sensually on your swollen clit.

And oh how good his plump lips feel as he tugs on it while humming blissfully from your taste.

Your fingers go into his soft hair and pull harshly than expected which causes Jiseok to groan as he’s guiding his tongue through your slickness; slurping what he can before spitting it out onto your clit.

“Damn, baby girl, you look like you're out of your mind.” His husky whisper shoots a warm thrill through your core before he moves on his knees, watching in awe how you arch your spine at the sudden presence of his fingers.

He listens to the wet noises filling the room, blending with your heavy panting that's turning quicker as he pumps harder. He noticed which angle makes you louder, and he's fully focused on remaining there.

“I am! Fuck—” your body can't help but squrim out of your control as the burning knot starts to pulse dangerously. Jiseok's spare hand presses down your tummy while the one busy with your g-spot maintains its sharp movements. “Jiseok—”

His name follows by a silent gasp and Jiseok glances up, distracted for a second by a light pain - your hand seized his arm, causing your nails to mark his skin with a reddish line from the sudden quick gesture.

The way you cry out at the ceiling makes him instantly get a hold of his twitching cock. His fist twists around it gently as he massages your vulnerable walls until the rush inside you fades down slightly.

Once your eyes meet, Jiseok quickens the hand around his length and crawls on top of you till he reaches your chest.

“I'm so thirsty,” you blink up at his hovering figure while your hands slide up his hips. The sounds of his fist are intense and lewd above you meanwhile your voice comes out delicate and tired. “For your cum, I wanna taste it so bad.”

The innocent ring in your tone is Jiseok's final breaking point.

“Give it to me.”

And as he gazes down at the way you stick out your tongue in anticipation, and at the way you tilt your chin up so his cum can freely go down your throat, he feels like he's out of his mind too.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[ieatkeyboard]

What Obey Me brothers do for Valentines day

Note: I have a love-hate relationship with Valentines day but it's a really cute holiday! Hope you guys have fun :] Warnings: Sappy love, fluff

Lucifer: - It's cannon he's been in many relationships so I don't think it's his first rodeo - He cleans up your room while you're at work. Washes your bedding+other laundry, makes your bed and folds your laundry, does some vacuuming. -He doesn't go through your drawers or anything just tries to make it a bit neater so you can come home and not worry about cleaning up - He gets you gifts based on things you like. If you like to make jewellery he'll get a couple kits from a hobby store to make together. If you like comfy clothes, he'll customise a set of pyjamas for you, etc. - He'll jot down notes of things you like all January. He makes sure to ask at the beginning of January what your dream Valentines day activity would be in hopes you forget about it over the month - I feel like he wouldn't ask for what he wants but he enjoys doing things together. He's a bit of a sap so he uses Valentines day to show it more. - I feel like he'd be a sucker for roses. Get him white and red roses with a little note and he'll never forget it. - He might get you some little things on Valentines day if it's on a week day and use the weekend to do more. - He'd love make dinner with you but he has your favourite restaurant on standby in case Beel walks in- - Watching movies together in his room cause his bed is bigger, taking your blankets and pillows into his room cause you're spending the night there. -He tears up a little at the end of the night, when you're sleeping in his arms. He hopes this is the most memorable Valentines day you'll ever have

Mammon: - He's a sap but in the "idk what I'm doing" way - Anything he knows about you leaves his brain - He gets you flowers and chocolate and sprays his cologne on a hoodie for you - He'll probably take you for a drive and show you all his favourite places (Spoiler. It's the places you first met, took your first date at, had all your firsts at) - He'll cry remembering how it started. how you ended up in his life and all the things you've been through - He takes you through a drive through and you eat in the parking lot. He has your shared playlist playing quietly in the background while you both talk about your days and your memories together - I feel like he wouldn't need anything. He just wants you - But if you got him a new sweater or watch he was looking at, he'd be extremely happy. - I also feel like he likes sunflowers

Leviathan: - He's never had a Valentine before, he also would be too scared to ask - He'd slip a note under your bedroom door that says "Wanna be my Valentine?" and when you agree he gets really happy but also nervous that you're kidding or are doing it out of pity - After much reassurance you set up plans together - You guys watch your favourite anime together, build the anime figurines Levi's been putting off together, play games, order food - You probably sneak out later to go walk to a convenience store to get snacks and drinks and go fuck around at a park - I think he'd buy your snacks for you and pick up a stuffy for you - He isn't overly sure what you like in the flowers and such department but he tries - I feel like he isn't a big flower person tbh

Satan: - Romantic slut man - He makes you a goody bag. He writes a love letter with references to the books you've read together, makes a kiss print sweater like the ones on tiktok (Got the idea from Asmo sending him stuff of what to do for you), got you the snacks you like, a gift card to the places you like and a lamb stuffy that reminds him of you - He likes lavender for sure - I feel like getting him a nice lavender room spray to help him relax while he reads, a cat stuffy, the book he's been dying to read but is always in use at the library and a new blanket would be perfect for him (I am absolutely projecting, and what) - Making a blanket for with him and watching the movie adaptations to the books you like is everything. Go to a cat cafe to get lunch before going shopping and putting the gift card he got you to use

Asmo: - Oh lordy lord - Bath bomb, rose petals, wine, your favourite show, the kiss print sweater but I feel like he'd do matching pants (You'll NEVER guess where he put the kisses!!!*REAL* *NOT CLICKBAIT*), spa day, a cute lunch and dinner date, SO MANY PICTURES - He wants to spoil you. Give you everything romantic he could possibly think of - He likes lilies. lilys? Idfk you get the idea - He also would love to make stuff together! I also feel like Asmo draws up a little map of all the places you had your firsts and put little Polaroid pictures of those days next to the spots - Taking him shopping and getting to go home, do a little fashion show, try all the new makeup he got one each other, make the teddy bear you got him smell like you, get him new blankets/candles/decorations for his room. He'd be so happy - I feel like as much as Valentines day is the day of love and he'd flirt a lot, he'd keep sex out of the plans (Unless you want it but than after the fact he'll complain about needing to catch up on the other plans he made lol) - He loves you for so much more than your body and especially cause he's the Avatar of lust he want to prove it's not just his sin getting in the way

Beel: - He gets you comfy clothes, snacks, and other stuff you like! If you have your ears pierced or have other piercings he'll get you cute jewellery, get you a necklace to match. If you like cats, he'll get you a sweater with cat ears and a cat stuffy - He worries about getting you flowers because if they smell good he'll want to eat them- - On the note he for sure likes edible flowers like hibiscus, rose, lavender and chamomile. I'd recommend getting him flowers in the way of getting flower flavoured things - He would appreciate ordering food from all the places you've been on dates so you can have a trip down memory lane while eating (He absolutely asked Asmo for that idea) - I feel like he'd ask his brothers and your friends for ideas cause as much as he knows you, you probably admit to like different or more stuff with friends - He asks you to show him all your favourite movies, current and childhood. He wants to know how you became the amazing person he fell in love with - He wouldn't want much for Valentines day. Candy and like I said, flower flavoured things would be enough for him. If you get him anything else please do not make it food related he will chew on it. Getting him new clothes and stuff based off his movie would make him really happy

Belphie: - Blanket, both of the fluffy and weighted variety. Cow stuffy. New sweater. -I would try and steer clear of stuff to make him sleep harder but he's a comfy kinda guy so it's hard - Star themed pyjamas and hair clips. Or bleaching his favourite constellations on a black hoodie. He'll wear it everywhere - I feel like he'd like white roses and dahlias - His ideal date would be getting food, going to the planetarium and talking, listening to music, looking at the stars, etc. And than going home and napping with his new blanket and in his new pyjamas. - He'd get you snacks, a hoodie and shorts that are your favourite colour, get you a new pillow that he'd test out first to make sure it was comfy. - And ofc he'd get you stuff you like. Your favourite perfume, stuff based on movies/shows/anime you like. - He'd get a little sappy and tell you he's so glad your still with him. That you're his

[somegirlontheinternet135]

Ok but, how cool would it be if there was a click & point adventure game and dating sim based around The Beasts

Like, imagine you, the player, woke up in a dark, unknown forest. You don't know how, or why, you got there, but one thing's for sure, you don't want to stay for long, who knows what kind of horrors could be lurking in the darkness. . ? Quickly you make use of the environment, gathering wood & making a fire (via a minigame) in hopes it'll alert some cookies to your location, and while it doesn't work at first, it does give a certain someone, or something, a beacon to your location. . .

As you sit before the fire you just built, you begin to notice something was off. . . the forest you were in, it was quiet, eerily quiet, normally at night, many forest would be bustling with some sort of life: the sounds of night beasts, owls in the night, maybe the occasional cricket, but there was nothing. What only adds to this uncanny wood were its lack of creatures, not once did you encounter any sort of beasts on your journey. . . both these factors alone made you question what was really happening, is this all a dream? were you going crazy? questions were racing through your head, till finally, something snaps you out of it. . .

"Ooooooh!~ What do we have here?~"

"Has a little cookie come by to give me a visit?~"

A voice from the darkness pulls you out of your thoughts, jolting you onto your feet. Hearing that so suddenly within such a vacant space, you could've sworn you were alone. . ! You frantically look around, desperately trying to find the source of the voice, but the thing only laughs at you. . .

"W-Who's there?! show yourself!!"

"*Ehehe he he he HE HE HE HE!*"

"Try looking up here, darling~"

Your attention was slowly drawn to a tree behind you. On one of the branches, two heterochrome eyes staired at your from below, taking you off-guard, was that. . . a cookie? The creature made zero attempts to hide themselves as he jumps off the tree branch, over your fire. Light from the flames revealed their figure, they appeared to be some sort of jester, its figure & face making them resemble that of a cat. They do a bow before finally introducing themselves

"Shadow Milk Cookie, the world's favorite trickster~"

"Pleasure to meet you!"

In this scenario, the player is given two options, each of course having a different outcome:

Run Away

Sprinting away in fear will, of course, cause Shadow Milk to chase, eventually getting caught, though this does increase his interest in you

"*heh he he HE HE HE!* where are you going you silly little thing?!~"

"That was so much fun!~ I think I'm starting to like you already!~"

Standing Your Ground & Ask Questions

Respectably, you don't anything regarding the fallen heroes, but asking more questions does leave Shadow Milk upset

"H-How could you not know who I am?!"

"Shadow Milk Cookie, actor, playwright, dictator, does that not right a bell?!"

This's basically how the story starts. The player is isekaied into this strange world and are quickly met with the Fallen Heroes, who all woo the player with their charm & status in an attempt to find out how they got in, so they can do the same to get out. . . whatever that means. But one thing leads to another, and they all fall in love with the player, fighting over them. As for the player, they transverse through the strange world, learning of it and its secrets via minigames, hidden secrets, and puzzles, all while learning about the fallen heroes and their backstories. . .

I picture the game itself being a mix between one of those disturbing click & point adventure games (i.e. Sally Face, Fran Bow, and Little Misfortune) and a dating sim (i.e. Obey Me) which by itself, would cause major emotional whiplash, cause imagine going from seeing the most messed up sh*t to smooching your jester bf. For reference, think of the game as "Little Goody Two Shoes" something you should play btw!

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Lookism with a Daki reader

Daki was an antagonist in Demon Slayer's Entertainment District Arc and was one of the 12 Kizuki, specifically sharing the rank of upper moon 6 with her brother Gyutaro. She disguised as an Oiran but is actually a demon. She and her brother were slain by Demon Hunters.

• You are part of this gang called the Twelve Kizuki, a gang made up of rich and talented people that are actually fighters who are mostly active around nighttime. You and your older brother swore loyalty to the leader of the gang after upper moon 2 took you guys in when you were left homeless. You address yourself as Ume Shabana at public places and Daki when you're in fighter mode. You also have a side job as a model while attending high school. You hide your flower tattoos on your face with makeup.

• Born as a very rare beauty, you have lots of men that would obey your every word at your disposal and your charm fooled all of them. You also have your brother that will protect you from the other gangs and annoying suitors. The only man that you adore was Muzan, the leader of the Twelve Kizuki.

• I'm gonna be honest here, you probably were a bully at either Daniel's old school or Jaewon High. You are a member at the beauty department since you despise being near unattractive people but Gyutaro's an exception. People definitely did a double take when you just casually say that the creepy, gross, and horrific man with syphilis is actually your brother.

• You bullied lots of students... Duke Pyeon or Jiho Park, you don't care, they're both pushovers anyway. You can't stand Yui Kim because that fake-ass bitch thinks she's hot shit. Your beauty and strength far exceeds that of the other girls in school and made a reputation of yourself as the most beautiful and strongest female in Jaewon High.

• Speaking of your strength, you're scary AF... Like, one time Vin demanded asked that you give him your number and go out with him. And what did you do? You fucking uppercut punched him so hard his sunglasses shattered. When Duke refused to do something for you, she pulled on his ear until it bleed. Vasco saw that and confronted you at the cafeteria...

Vasco: "Hey you."

Ume: "Hah?"

Vasco: "The way you're bossing around the weak... I won't stand for it. Go and apologize-"

Ume: *Punches table* "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO, MORON?! AN UGLY MUSCLE HEAD LIKE YOU CAN'T ORDER ME AROUND! I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT--"

Gyutaro: "UME! You don't wanna fight him here. Let's just settle this at the back"

Ume: "WHO CARES?! I WANT TO PULVERIZE THIS SORRY EXCUSE OF A MEAT SACK RIGHT NOW!"

Gyutaro: "UME! YOU BROKE THE TABLE! AT LEAST EAT BEFORE FIGHTING HIM!"

• ....This is why no one wants to put up a fight with you. Just one punch and that steel table was destroyed. Both students and teachers find your short-tempered attitude intimidating and troublesome. The teachers just turned blind eyes when it involves you or anyone in Lookism as to not get on your bad side. The students have a very hard time interacting with you despite your reputation as the most beautiful girl in the school.

• When Big Daniel came in the picture, your life just took a sharp turn. You thought of him as naive but handsome when first introduced. You tried charming him after Zoe failed her attempt, however, he just kept quiet and avoids eye contact no matter how many times you tried asking him to come with you. Just like Vasco, he also called you out on your cruelty with others. Gyutaro found his goody-two-shoes personality foolish and you guys did not meet him again after that.

• Somewhere in the Arcs, he wanted to be allies with you and Gyutaro so he asked if you could join them. Gyutaro was pissed and decided to fight him while you fight Vasco, Zack, and Jay..... Daniel...won?.... Then that means your brother is-- You panicked and ran to your brother, hoping that he's not dead... He's...fine?... What do you mean he's fine?... Are you taking pity on us?! WE ARE NOT WEAKLINGS TO BE GROVELING AT YOUR FEET!!!--

• Daniel and co. decided to give you two a choice if you want to join them or not. In time you gave more thought about it... By the rules of the Twelve Kizuki, if a member is defeated, then their lives shall be taken by the winner that in order to become one of the members... And this Daniel Park just wants you to reconsider???

• Hahaha... He's so odd, so weird... so foolish. Oh well, I guess you and your brother are now one of them... It's time to quit ties with the Twelve Kizuki and say goodbye to your dear leader. You became allies with Daniel.

• Remember Duke Pyeon? Yeah, he told you to apologize to him...

Duke: *Hears a knock from the door* "O-oh! Don't worry grandma, I'll get it! Who could be the knocking so late at night?--" *Opens door*

Duke: "!!!.... M-m-miss Shabana?! ....U-um, wha--"

Ume: "I... I don't know how this works SO DON'T GET ANY IDEAS, FAT-ASS."

Ume: *Bows deeply* "I...I... Ugh... I'm sorry!"

Duke: "..."

Ume: ".... Well?! Aren't you gonna say anything?"

Duke: "How did you get my address--"

• Anyways! You and Duke settled your bully and pushover conflict with the watchful eyes of Gyutaro. You still hate Jiho though. You and Gyutaro were actually tempted to accept Gun's offer to be the strongest but brushed it off and fought him. Goo is annoying as hell, basically the same level of cockiness as Vin. You managed to have friends of your own like Mira, Zoe, and that that fake-ass bitch Yui is not so bad...

• One thing the guys are actually thankful for is that you treat everybody the same. Wether they being beautiful or ugly, you'll still kick their ass.

[shopkeepmc]

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[l0sercat]

Yandere Alphabet w/ Hermes

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He'll bake you little goodies and cook you meals. Sometimes they might be drugged with things to call you down but sometimes they're not. He'll also play some songs for you on his violin.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is willing to get messy but doesn't prefer it. He doesn't like making messes or getting dirty but if he has to he will.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

Depends on how darling acts. If darling is rude then he is rude if darling is chill then he is nice and gentle. But even then he can be a little sadistic. He just likes to see you cry from time to time and have you beg but nothing much.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If darling is being terrible he might need to teach them a lesson and depending on what they did will depend on what he does. He might touch and grope you even if you try to shrug him off. He would never go as far as showing you off on display though. No one but him will get to touch you and see your beauty; not even his family. Ares is to stupid and rough to be able to admire your beauty, Zeus...(well need I say more?), Apollo has so many women and men already he doesn't need another one especially if he is just gonna treat you like a whore.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't exposed much. He just doesn't open up not because he doesn't love you he does. But he just doesn't because there truly isn't a need for him to do so.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be amused at first then, it would be irritating. He thought it was cute you thought you could escape. Then you kept trying and it's like you don't even see him as a god an just a weak human.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He doesn't view it as a game but finds it pretty amusing. Watching you try and escape from him, a god. He chuckles and let's you get your hopes up and run to find a god to help you. But no god in there right mind is gonna mess with his Darling (Well Buddha will but you didn't reach him in time). He'll then quickly scoop you back into his arms and talk to you in a condescending manner. Why would you think you'd be able to escape?

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you tried to run to his brothers or father for help. It pissed him off. You could practically feel his aura coming off him. He kept the same smile but you could tell he was planning something. He slammed you against the wall and pinned you by your neck. Why did you go to his brothers? Did you want them more than him? Did you honestly think they were gonna help you? What was the point? Was it just to make me mad? Your in for a whole world of hurt :/

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where your basically his lap dog. You obey all his commands and don't put up a fight. You basically fall into Stockholm syndrome and view him as you should've in he first place. A god.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He hardly ever gets jealous but when he does it probably because of something to do with his brothers. You were talking with Ares and although Ares is not competition it pisses him off to no end to see you talking to him. Then Zeus pulls you in and clearly flirting and suggesting things to you. He would simply say something that could be read as aggressive and scoop you up in his arms and take you away.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He's the same person he is with everyone else. But he is more loving and gentle with you but also a little sadistic. He'll whisper sweet things in your ear while he is treating your body harshly. He is also an obsessive and manipulative yandere so...

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would try to court you by taking you on dates. He's cooking for you and getting you jewelry if you like that stuff. If that doesn't work then he's kidnapping you lmao.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really but like I said he'll be more loving (and sadistic). You can totally see his yandere behaviors.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

By bending you over his lap and spanking you. It is probably psychical but he can and will punish you with non physically.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Some you keep more than most darlings. He won't rape or SA you. He's better than that and he won't make you walk around with no clothes in his house. You also have free reign of the house and can use whatever you want in the house. Wether that be internet or even knives. You can't call anyone and you need a divine weapon to even hurt him.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He is pretty patient it is gonna take a lot for him to snap. But when he does...you better stay begging and praying.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he would be shocked and sad for a bit. He would grieve and move on but he probably won't get another. Its a surprise he felt that way in the first place. If darling escapes he will just find them which want take less than a day.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No 💀

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably more curiosity and wanting to feed this strong emotion he's getting. He can be greedy I mean he's a god after all.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't always enjoy but he doesn't care much. It will get annoying after a while but if he can't handle it he will gag you.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Yeah he would probably let you out without supervision. I mean where would you go? He would let you out and you think you would have a chance but then you almost fall to your death and your reminded where you are. He knows you can't get anywhere or hide so he lets you roam and when you think your being slick he ends up by your side in an instant just smirking with a condescending look on his face.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There isn't anything you could exploit he knows how to keep a cool head. He does everything with purpose and he plans for everything. You ain't escaping him 😂

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

He would but would only before his pleasure. If you misbehave he is putting you in his lap and spanking you. Wether or not you enjoy it he is hurting you. He enjoys seeing you beg and helpless for him. It reminds you of your place and how you need to watch your mouth.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He isn't worshipping you but he doesn't really expect you to worship him. He honestly doesn't care if you. Does he get some sort of feeling in his chest when you do of course because he is a god. But he isn't like those stuck up gods who need to be showered in mortal's praise.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

2 months. He would need to accept his feelings then he would try to court you normally. If that doesn't work he is then preparing his bike for you and after that kidnaping you so honestly could be shorter than 2months.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

He would and he would not feel bad about it. He probably wanted to break you in the first place. Strong willed and not giving in easily? Well now your broken lol.

[projectcaramel]

Obey Me! Random Headcanon #17

The Undates' + Luke's favorite anime.

Diavolo

Relatively well-known - Gintama; it's playful, asinine, and serious all at the same time; he loves the chaos and the fourth-wall breaking. His favorite parts are those where Gintoki and Hijikata are both featured.

More obscure - Magi; he loves the entire storyline, as well as all the major characters, but if he were forced to pick one, Morgiana would be his favorite. He ardently roots for her and quietly ships her with Alibaba. (Don't let him talk to Levi about that; he will throw a party.)

Barbatos

Relatively well-known - Elfen Lied ; Leave it to Barb to enjoy the infamous one, but Elfen Lied catches his fancy because of its brutal exploration of human nature. His favorite character is Kaede (Lucy/Nyu), who ignited a particularly vicious bone in his body.

More obscure - Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl) ; Another callous discourse on human nature, and he has off-handedly remarked that many of the seven brothers would have been dragged off to the anime's version of Hell long already, a fact which he finds amusing.

Simeon

Well-known - Hunter x Hunter ; He's in it for both Gon and Hisoka. Gon, because he admires his resilience, and Hisoka because his character makes him itch to write even more bizarre characters.

More obscure - Trigun (1998 ver.) ; It's an oldie, a goodie, and fairly unique. He loves Vash and his ideals, and he once likened him to Lucifer, if Lucifer hadn't become hardened and cynical (the person in question did not appreciate this comparison).

Luke

Well-known - Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) ; he laughs at some of the ridiculous things Kusuo has to deal with, but he thinks Kusuo is too mean and arrogant. He likes Kaidou because the Chuunibyou sufferer ultimately has a good heart.

More obscure - Sakamoto desu ga? (Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto.) ; another comedy anime, Luke initially had a preference for Yoshinobu before Sakamoto grew on him due to his acts of kindness and coolness. (Yes, he hummed the opening a lot.)

Solomon

Well-known - Chainsaw Man ; he initially wasn't interested until around the second or third episode. He stayed for Makima because she made him curious and soon found himself swept into the story that was more complex than Denji might have made it out to be.

More obscure - The Ancient Magus' Bride ; he thinks the story is sweet, particularly Chise's consistent exposure to the wonder of the world. He was pleasantly surprised by the turns the anime took.

-- Caramel: I had more difficulty finding well-known anime that suited this batch. --

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I had werewolf!tav x astarion brainot lol

Rated M

warning: past trauma mentioned, soft astarion

Slowly getting back to posting more astarion goodies again! Requests are open

"I'll take good care of you," A kiss on your forehead then your cheek, "I promise." And you believe him. His touch is gentle, he has done this a thousand times but to do this willingly is different. You shiver before you start trembling, he kisses you as if you are made of glass— As if you will fall apart at any moment and he is right. You have never been touched with love nor cared for, it is a harsh life as a werewolf.

You are a dog… A dog that is to be collared and brought to heel. To be used as an attack or guard dog, you have no free will. Obey and serve.

Astarion's hand undos the buckle of the collar before slipping it off, his lips touch new bare skin but he does not bite down.

"You have given me so much," You say, "And yet I wish you to own me." It is all you know, to be a pet to any vampire or wizard who can trigger the runes of your collar.

Astarion places his forehead against yours, his hand over your chest feeling and listening to your heartbeat, "Back then I would have," Admitting a kept secret, "Keeping you to protect me and kill anyone who will harm me." His hands wander mapping out your body, gripping your eager hips that seek his movement. He fills you, links himself to you, yet doesn’t use you. He swears never to use you ever again.

"I can," It is all you know, "I will." He knows you will.

"You freed me." He kisses you once more, "Let me free you." Removing your collar is the first step, the second will take time— Time you both need to heal.

You nod but he touches your lips signaling you to speak, "Yes." Your voice is barely recognizable as you moan in desperation needing him. Genuine need, not the type for a rump in the woods but this real, he is honest and kind to you.

[washeduphazbin]

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[siriussimon]

A/N: Okay— I saw this post and it inspired me to write something of my own. When it comes to Price, I just can’t help myself, okay!!!

Warnings: Neighbor!Price, Dirty talk, Profanity, Unprotected p and v (wrap the tool before you fool) Age gap, Smoking, Use of sex toy, Degrading, annnnd I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed anything. Mdni!!

He knows. He definitely knows now what’s going on inside of that pretty little head of yours. At first it wasn’t as noticeable since he’d be gone for long periods of time because of work. But, when he was around, he noticed his pretty little neighbor. You were always so sweet to him. The coming down of missions were hard but the small interactions he had with you brought him back, eased him into a normal routine at home.

His apartment was small but it was home. He didn’t need anything extravagant since it was just him and he’d be away most of the time. Time here was less lonely with you as his neighbor. You once asked him to fix the faucet of your kitchen sink.

There was a knock at his door, it was a bit strange to him because he never has visitors unless called upon. Swiftly pushing his handgun behind the back of his jeans before he went to the door. Just in case. When he opened the door he realized it was no threat just you— but that doe eyed look on your face could be the death of him.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Price— Uhm, my sink, it’s leaking and I was wondering if you could come by and take a look?” Your hands were clasped in front of you, a bit fidgety from nerves. You couldn’t help it. Your attraction to this military man gave you butterflies in your stomach. Before he answered he had given you a once over, eyes drifting from your own to down your body before back up to your eyes. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, only just realizing you were wearing a pair of very short sleep shorts and a small little tank— poor little you forgetting to put a bra on. Instantly you wrapped your arms around your chest but in Price’s eyes that only made it worse. You were practically showcasing your pretty tits to the older man.

“No bother at all, sweetheart. I’ll come have a look.” He said after clearing his throat. He’d let you know that he would meet you there after grabbing some tools. After this, it became a frequent thing. You would come over and ask for his help with things in your apartment. In return you’d bake him goodies or make him lemonade for hot days. In reality, you wanted to give him more than just that.

Your life in terms of men were not so good. You weren’t looking for a relationship but if someone good came along you weren’t opposed to the idea. Recently though, you’ve had many hookups. Each one being more disappointing than the last. You blamed the man next door. Just looking at Price made your thighs clench with need, you had to let off that steam some how, okay? The only thing is, those nights were never satisfying, leaving you to fake it every time.

“You okay, love?”

Shit.

You didn’t realize you were daydreaming. You couldn’t help it not when Price was in your apartment, large biceps on display as he fixed a light in your bedroom that ‘seemed’ to stop working. You only nodded giving him a small smile in return but that didn’t seem to satisfy him. He stopped what he was doing and stepped down the ladder. Arms crossed now with a stern look on that handsome face— that sent a shiver down your spine.

“C’mere.” He simply said, sitting down at the edge of your bed and patting the empty spot next to him. You obeyed, walking over to him and sitting down with hands clasped upon your lap. You knew he wouldn’t finish his work unless you gave him some answer. You sighed. Don’t make it obvious.

“Nothing serious, really. Just boy problems.” Which made him hum in return.

“Whatever it is, love. Don’t go after boys anymore but men that’ll treat you right, okay? You deserve more than that.” And with that he placed his large hand on top of your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You turned to look at his face, your cheeks a bit flushed, your cunt throbbing just from his touch.

“Like you?” You asked softly, a small grin made its way on your face. Feeling a bit bold with the Captian in the moment. This made him retract his hand, clearing his throat as he stood up.

“I could be your dad, sweetheart. Maybe, a bit too old.”

“So..” you muttered to yourself as you stood up. He definitely heard your soft voice which made him look back down at you. You only smiled up at him.

“What did you say?”

“Want some lemonade?”

After this moment your interactions with Price were different. You openly ogled him, your stare would linger on him as he ‘fixed’ things in your home. You had to make up things just to get him here at this point. You needed to see him, it sated that ache between your legs.

One evening you had come home from an outing with friends, bringing along a visitor that would hopefully fill your needs. He was cute, your age, and made you laugh all evening so why not? The two of you walked towards your front door but you’d notice that cloud of smoke anywhere. Price was sitting out front with a cigar in hand, white tank top tucked into jeans that just hug his large thighs perfectly. His arms out on display was making your mind foggy. He had too much control over you and you realized that when the man next to you laughed a bit.

“Hm?” You hummed as you looked back at him. He gestured a hand to the door and you giggled softly, muttering sorry before opening it and walking in together.

Instantly his hands were on you, cradling your face as he kissed you softly. You hummed in delight, wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to bed. When he began fucking you, you whined— not in pleasure but in frustration. The poor man on top of you couldn’t tell the difference though. Again you were left to fake another orgasm. Why couldn’t anyone make you feel good? You blamed Price for this. You blamed all of it on him because why was he so handsome? Later that night when your little fling left you couldn’t sleep. Rolling over in your bed you went into your nightstand to grab your trusty vibrator. Pushing your underwear aside you heard the buzz start to go off when you turned it on, placing it against your folds.

“Hmm, fuck—please, sir..” you whimpered out, already a mess from just the thought of him alone. You felt that edging climax came near and when it did, his name fell from your lips like a song.

Your alarm jolted you awake. The sun beaming little streaks of light through the curtains of your bedroom. You groggily got up, stretching your limbs before going into your bathroom to get cleaned up. Once you were all finished, you started making yourself some coffee to start the day. A little headache was itching at your brain from the night before, you didn’t have much to drink but you had enough to feel it. You were just relaxing when you heard a knock at your door.

Strange.

You got up, your bare feet padding against the wooden floors as you opened your door. Surprised to see Price standing there, a certain look in his eyes. This felt like deja vu. It was like the first time you went over to his place, you were wearing your skimpy little sleep shorts and tank but now he was at your door wanting something. Before you could speak, he shook his head almost disapprovingly of you.

“What did I tell you, hm?” His voice wasn’t the soft one he usually spoke to you with. This one was stern, authoritative, powerful. It made your heart pick up as you looked up at him in confusion. He ‘tsk’ at your failure to answer, allowing himself through the threshold and closing the door.

“Price! You can’t just barge your way in..I just woke up.” You said with utter confusion, your arms crossing over your chest, trying to cover up in front of him but it was no use. He’d already seen this before, hadn’t he? He scoffed, arms crossing over his own chest as he towered over you. His stance allow made it clear that he was the one in charge.

“What. Did. I. Tell. You?” He demanded, stepping in your space as one of his hands went to grip the nape of your neck, pulling you close. Your face fell flushed and your core was already soaking. Your eyes searched his own for answers, your arms leaving your chest as both your small hands went to grip on his arm that was holding you for support. You stammered a bit at first, a loss for words before it clicked. He saw. He saw you last night with that boy.

“Don’t go after boys..” You trailed off, and he raised a brow, his thumb caressing your bottom lip that trembled in anticipation.

“Attagirl. And what did you decide to do? Hm?” He was mocking you now and it made your knees weak. His other hand went to your hip, gripping the soft flesh there, to steady you. You whined, your grip tightening on his arm as you looked at him with pleading eyes, ‘go on’ he muttered.

“I brought a boy home.” You almost whimpered out pathetically. You needed him so bad but he was punishing you, making you wait, because you went against his advice didn’t you?

“That’s right. I’d call you a good girl but you haven’t been one have you?” His words stung deliciously.

“We’ll have to fix that.” He murmured more to himself as swiftly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and heading straight to your bedroom. A small gasp leaving your lips from the action.

“John!”

“No, no, it’s sir. Isn’t it?”

Fuck. He heard you last night. He heard everything. He threw you on your bed, a small ‘hmf’ sound leaving your lips as you sat up on your elbows looking up at him. The sound of his belt buckle made your eyes dart down to his waist, a prominent bulge could be seen straining against his jeans. When he freed his cock, you eyes grew big, he was so fucking huge. You started to shuffled backwards into your bed but that only made him scoff. His large hand gripping one of your ankles and pulling you back down to him.

“Running away are we?” He chuckled.

He was manhandling you at this point. Flipping you over on your stomach, pushing your ass up to him. He roughly pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs, finding that you weren’t wearing underwear at all. Fuck, the sight of your cunt was gonna make him cum already.

“No. You’re gonna stay put and take all of me, sweetheart. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Bringing me here to do pointless things that I’m sure your dumb little brain could figure out. But, I think that’s what you need. Need me to tell you what to do huh?” You only whimpered out, not able to muster up any thought or words as you felt the tip of his cock run up and down your folds. He started pushing inside you, painfully slow, your hands gripping the sheets, mewling at the thickness.

“You can take me, baby. Cunt already got used last night didn’t it? No need for me to loosen you up, hm?” And with that he thrusted in hard, bottoming out inside you. Your face pressed into your mattress as you moaned. He was too big, bigger than any guy you’ve had, you weren’t used to this at all.

“Please, sir— please..” already cockdrunk, you couldn’t form any coherent words but all you knew was that he needed to fuck you.

“Sh, sh. I’m gonna take care of ya.” He grunted out, his body leaning over yours, engulfing you in him, you were so much smaller than him. His lips kissed at the back of your neck, his hands gripping your hips as he started to thrust. They were fast and sharp, hitting a spot that nobody has been able to reach. Your back arched into him, ass pressing into him more as his hips connected with it. The lewd sounds of skin connecting and your juices covering his cock could be heard.

“Thaaat’s my girl. Taking my cock so well, like it was made for me.” He murmured alongside your neck, nipping the skin there. You could feel his warm breath, mixed with the faint smell of a cigar and mint. The sound of his own grunts spurring you on.

“it was..hmf— jus’ for you.” You moaned, turning your head to get a look at him. Your hair messy, already sticking to the side of your forehead. John leaned down, connecting your lips in a rough kiss. All teeth and tongue as he snapped his hips harder and faster. As he pulled away, a small string of spit connecting the two of you. He sat up, pressing a hand into your lower back, making it arch more for him.

“Waited so fucking long for this—hm fuck, You gonna be my good girl, baby? Shit. No more going out with boys who don’t know how to please this sweet cunt of yours.” His other hand moving from your hip to rub against your puffy clit. This made you whine, bucking your ass back into him for more.

“was so frustrated.. needed you so so bad!” you babbled, feeling that edge that only you were able to make when you were alone. John was making you feel more than that. A knot at the pit of your stomach felt like it was gonna break, like you were gonna burst full of ecstasy.

“ ‘m gonna— sir, please, ‘m gonna cu—“

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Go ahead, sweetness. Fucking make a mess.” He growled, gripping your hair into a fist as he started plowing into you. His hips becoming sloppier as he came near his own release. You clenched around him hard and moaning so loudly, finally sedating that ache that’s been there for months.

“Fuuuckk, that’s a good girl, that’s my fucking girl. Did so good for me. Fuck. I’m close, darling.” He grunted, hips fucking into you at a dying pace. Leaning forward in over you with a hand resting near your head as he grinds deep inside of you. His head pressed into your neck, you cunt pulsing from overstimulation.

“Where baby? Where do you—fuck, where?” He babbled to you, feeling himself come undone, the fact that he was asking made your stomach flip.

“inside, pleaaase?” your voice so fucked out and needy. your answer sent him over the edge. He groaned loudly, giving two hard thrusts before his seed coated the inside of your walls.

“Fuuuckin’ hell.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips so hard you’re sure bruises will be there tomorrow. You giggled, pressing back into him more, wriggling your ass, helping him ride out his high. You felt so full, finally satisfied. A whine leaving you lips as he pulled out, that full feeling disappearing. His hands gripped your ass, spreading the flesh so he could see his cum leak out of your sweet cunt.

“Now, what did you learn?” He breathed out deeply, hands kneading the flesh of your ass. You twisted your body slowly, a drunken look at on your face. God, he looked so good. His body glistening in sweat, the happy trailed that lead all the way down…

“Hey, focus up.” His voice stern as he gave your ass a small swat. You giggled again, biting your lip, the sound made his own lips turn up into a grin.

“No more boys. Just you, sir.” You squeaked out, turning over fully on your back so you could sit up. You felt his cum and your own slick dripping down your thighs as you moved. One of his hands grasping your chin, tilting you to look up at him.

“And that’s an order.” He whispered before placing the gentlest kiss upon your lips.

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A/N: Hope you all enjoy our Mr. Price. <3

[idiasmentalhealth]

i am incredibly desperate to play some more wlw visual novels... or any sapphic dating sims rlly

i recently bought little goody two shoes (not just for the sapphic content, i also rlly like the psychological horror and ik most of the endings are bad lol) and i do plan on playing bg3 eventually (mostly for karlach) but other than those two, the only visual novels i've played with either pick-your-own-pronouns or a fem mc with at least one woman or enby LI are:

- the arcana

- life after magic

- our life now & forever (just a demo rn, and i am patiently waiting for 2025 🙏)

- mystic messenger????? (except this one hardly COUNTS cuz JAEHEE IS IN DENIAL. CHERITZ GIVE HER A ROMANTIC ROUTE WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO FRIENDZONE US 💔)

- touchstarved (there's mhin who's nb, and sen but we won't be seeing anything of her in the demo since she's gonna be a dlc romaceable character 😭)

(there's also obey me but i lost my account years ago and i don't wanna start over from scratch just to get to thirteen im sorry)

pleeeaasseee if anyone knows of any other visual novels with wlw content i would love to know 😭 preferably free cuz im broke and jobless 💀