#obey me masked event

[yourlocalgrass]

Masked event where Satan actually did hurt MC. Like, twist or break their arm or any kind of pain that he might’ve accidentally caused if he’d accidentally go on a rage. So once his mask comes off, then he’s really gonna have a reason to not forgive himself or be scared of himself for hurting MC.

[selajoro]

full version (slightly suggestive) under the cut

[sussysatann]

MY THOUGHTS - HALLOWEEN EVENT: SPECTRAL SOIREE

[Spoilers for a Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree under the cut!!]

OKAY, SO...

I started playing TWST around February/March time this year, so I haven't been able to play the first Halloween event from last year. Though I'm missing context from what happened in the previous event, I still enjoyed playing through the story. There were some good moments during the story and really seemed like the stakes were high, but I can't help feel that the ending diminished that and left me feeling unsure. The ending twistune was super cute! It was nice seeing everyone come together and I did find the ending humorous, but also wished it had leaned into those high stakes more and have actual consequences for it?

I haven't seen many people posting about this event. I thought there'd be more posts about it since it's a new second part - I didn't realise until much later on that the EN server already had the event later last year. Why would they re-release it in August?? It's such a strange choice, but I've seen many people theorize they did it to prepare for the Masquerade event, which might be next (I will scream if it is i have been SO EXCITED to play this!!) and will hopefully happen either in September or October. We will have to wait and see...

Anyways,

Short story short, I liked the event. The never-ending Halloween concept was super cool and the ghost fights and possessions really upped the stakes, making for a really suspenseful and fun story. There were several memorable moments throughout, one of my favourites being when Leona and Ace were trying to get Floyd to not touch a possible dangerous artifact and Ace questioning Leona's entire party boat story afterwards. I really loved the group pairings in the spectral realm, it was so nice to see the different dynamics and interactions they had with one another. Riddle, Ruggie and Ortho's conversations about adventures and puzzles were so sweet!

Speaking of puzzles and escape rooms...

I can't help but feel a little bit pissed off at Lilia and Malleus for putting them through all this. But then again, they didn't know what was going down behind the scenes and weren't informed of the ghost fights, so they're not entirely in the wrong for that.

But they DID make it incredibly cryptic in the worst way possible, to the point where even the teachers were concerned. Students vanishing into thin air, appearing to be kidnapped, is not something that'll get taken lightly. Especially when Lilia was yelling outside Silver's dorm, seemingly getting kidnapped too. That really must've fucked him up, especially since no-one else heard him scream. I felt so sorry for him - he genuinely thought his father was in danger the entire time, only to find out he was helping Malleus host a grand party for the ghosts. Obviously I'm glad they ended up being okay but MAN that wasn't fair on him. Sebek as well - they both thought Lilia and Malleus were in peril and were so genuinely distraught over the whole situation, it made me pretty annoyed that they didn't think through Silver and Sebek's reaction to something like this.

On the one hand, it was the ghosts' fault for fighting and possessing students. On the other hand, Malleus and Lilia are also to blame for the setup of the 'prank'. And on the other other hand it was also technically the students' fault for fighting the ghosts in the first place, but when you're put into such a seemingly dangerous and unpredictable situation, you go straight into fight or flight mode. I don't blame them for reacting the way they did.

That aside, I also kinda wished that the event was actually that dangerous, that Lilia and Malleus really WERE possessed. Imagine if there was an actual boss fight. An actual enemy. Someone who genuinely DID want an eternal Halloween, and needed the mirror shards to create a mirror portal to the human realm and take over even more bodies of the living. A ghost uprising if you will.

Imagine the teachers and the few survivors having to fight off an entire army of possessed students with a genuine intent to harm.

Imagine Malleus and Lilia being genuine threats and holding the prefect and Grim captive while everyone is trying to fight back without overblotting.

...That might be a little overkill.

BUT.

It would've been interesting to see actual consequences arise from this. I can especially imagine the prefect being really affected by the Spectral Realm.

They're already in a world that's not their own, so being thrown into that world's literal afterlife would really mess them up - whether emotionally or maybe even physically. Maybe they get really sick once they get back, maybe they were (unknowingly?) on the verge of disappearing permanently. Maybe that's why they were so worried about joining Malleus and Lilia. Because they were scared of what could happen to them, Grim not really understanding that. I love that Ace was so concerned about them both, he really is a great friend and I kinda wished these concerns were brought up a bit more.

Anyways, if you've made it this far thank you for reading!!

Feel free to add on to this, I'd love to know your thoughts and opinions! ♡

[doodlboy]

I- they look like they got those outfits from party city

[rs-camroll]

Obey me ``

Lucifer 😳🤚

Gosh I miss this event, if I'm right, I believe this was an Halloween event and my gosh the brothers were soo hawt 🔥💨💗

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[ethereal-writes]

just out of curiosity, what's your favorite obey me! /nightbringer event of all time?

I'll go first: Masked event 2021

First event I ever played in the game, it was really well written and I loved seeing the darker more demonic side of the brothers.

[purple-umbrella-girl]

FuCK I LOVE THIS

Never Letting You Go - Pt. 3

Summary: After running into a masked Lucifer, you did not escape. He caught you. They caught you. When you come through, the brothers, acting under the malicious cursed masks that they wear, are discussing just what they ought to do with you and your sparkling soul. What’s a defenceless little human to do?

CW: Anixety/Panic Attacks, mentions of murder, cannibalism, violence/gore, and yandere behaviours. This one is ANGSTY guys. Please be careful while reading and be sure to practice self-care/awareness before, during, and after reading.

Part 1, Part 2

Barbatos grit his teeth as Mammon, Levi, and Beel continued trying to push past him and Diavolo as you were finally escorted away from your captors.

The butler gnarled as he shoved Levi back. "Stop this. All of you. We clearly are not going to let you through, so stop making a fool of yourselves!"

Mammon bared his teeth, as he desperately tried to look around Barbatos. "No! MC is hurt! They need our help!"

"Oh for Diavolo's sake, Mammon!" Lucifer snapped as he stepped forward, effortlessly claiming the attention of everyone in the room. Mammon quivered with restless unease as he glared up at his elder brother, but Lucifer didn't yield. "Use your brain for once! You wake up with no recollection of getting here, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and the exchange students are on the defensive, and MC is hurt. Who do you think could possibly be the one to hurt them?"

Satan's eyes widened as a shaky breath caught in his throat. "Y-You don't mean," he shook his head in denial as he looked around the room. "We d-didn't," he placed a hand over his mouth before he could finish the statement; too afraid to set the truth loose to reality.

Belphegor stumbled back against a wall as he also came to the realization, his body trembling. "Fuck, not again," he whispered a hand going through his hair as his eyes welled with tears. "Please tell me this didn't happen again."

Beel quickly moved to his twin's side, pulling him into his arms as mournful sobs began to spill past his lips. He frowned as he felt Belphie grip tightly onto his shirt, shaking all the while. He looked over at Mammon in confusion but found Mammon looking at the ground with a calculative gaze.

Suddenly, the white-haired demon froze as the blood drained from his face. He looked to Lucifer with hopeless eyes. "It wasn't us," he breathed lowly as his hands balled into fists. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he clenched his teeth. "There ain't no way it was us! W-We love MC! We'd n-never hurt them o-or do anythin' like this!"

Diavolo could only watch as Mammon's words settled into the minds of the remaining brothers.

Beel clung tighter onto Belphie and was despairingly flickering his stare between Mammon and Lucifer, as though he hoped that one of them would say that Mammon was right, that it wasn't them.

Asmo had turned a shade of green as he stared down at his hands in horror, having gone uncharacteristically quiet.

Leviathan stood there gaping; his eyes now taking in different aspects of the chains on the ground and the masks that had been removed from them in a new light.

Lucifer's normally unshakable composure cracked as his bottom lip trembled. "It..." he hesitated as he tried to gather himself. "We were cursed," he closed his eyes, refusing to watch as Mammon slowly began to find the truth. "The masks were cursed. Th-They brought out our natural d-demonic instincts," He licked his lips as he looked down to the floor in shame. "Even I couldn't fight it off."

Diavolo frowned at his friend's words and took a gentle step closer to him. "You remember everything that happened, don't you Lucifer?"

Lucifer inhaled sharply as he continued to avoid everyone's stares. For all his strength, he could find it in himself to answer; it was almost as though he was still as helpless as he was under that God-forsaken curse. He gave a distinct nod.

Mammon's chest heaved as he stared at his brother in disbelief — his mind still reeling in denial.

Diavolo sympathetically glanced at the demon before focusing on Lucifer. "Do you wish to tell them, or should I?"

Lucifer took in a deep breath, his fists clenching and unclenching before he began to speak. "I was the one who captured them," the room went quiet. Everyone was dreading to hear what he had to say, yet no one dared to stop him. He ran a hand through his hair as his eyes grew distant in recollection. "They... They were terrified. They kept trying to get away from me, not that I can blame them. I-I knocked them out and brought them here," his eyes guiltily fell over to his brothers. "You found us on the way and insisted on coming with us. From there, things only got worse."

Satan swallowed thickly as he reached out and gripped onto Asmodeus for support. "What... What did we do to them?" Satan's voice wobbled as Asmo placed his hand on top of his brother's in comfort, even as tears dripped down his cheeks.

"Not much physically," Lucifer muttered bitterly. "We chained them up, but that was about it."

Levi frowned at his brother's words and nervously eyed him. "Y-You said physically... Did... Did we hurt them some other way?"

Lucifer shuddered and glanced over at him in uncertainty. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"We need to know if we ever want MC to be comfortable around us again. We need to know what we did." Beel said through a mouthful of tears as he held a trembling Belphegor to his chest.

Lucifer let out a heavy sigh. "We were obsessed with them and their soul," the brothers tensed at the implication of those words. "That... mania showed itself differently in all of us. We couldn't agree what to do with them. In all honesty, that's probably the only reason why they were in as good of shape as they are."

Diavolo's lips pulled into a thin line at Lucifer's statement.

"Some of the, uh, the threats weren't as bad, though admittedly still disturbing," Lucifer continued, his tone now cold with disassociation. "Asmodeus and Leviathan wanted to treat them like a doll of sorts and be able to dress them up and use them as they pleased. Similarly, Satan and Mammon had an argument about getting to keep MC to themselves and hiding them away from everyone else."

Belphie narrowed his eyebrows as he swiped at his nose. "W-What about Beel and I? You didn't mention us."

Beel gently shushed his twin and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe he didn't mention us because we didn't recommend anything. Maybe we were the better one that h-"

"I'm afraid not," Barbatos cut in with a clipped tone. There wasn't an ounce of mercy in his eyes as they burned down at the demonic twins. "You two were the worst. Diavolo and I were there when you first encountered MC. You both wanted to kill them-"

"Barbatos that's enough." Diavolo interrupted the butler as his voice began to rise. Barbatos huffed but bowed his head to his Master.

The twins had both gone ghost white at the revelation; clinging onto one another with a certain desperate denial that Lucifer hadn't seen since their fall from the Celestial Realm and the death of Lillith. "L-Lucifer," Beelzebub whimpered. "Is...D-Did we...Is that true?"

Rather than speaking, Lucifer merely moved over to his brothers and wrapped them both in his arms. "I'm sorry," Lucifer croaked as they both collapsed against him in fits of tears. "It-It was the curse. I-It had us all acting on o-our demonic instincts a-and for y-you two that's- that's sloth and g-gluttony."

"Oh god," Beel lamented as he clutched onto his brother. "D-Don't tell me that I... I didn't... D-Did I- Did I ask to e-e-eat them?"

The only response he got was Lucifer shivering as he tightened his hold on him. The wail that fell from Beelzebub's lips shook the room as his knees gave out from underneath him.

In a matter of seconds, the rest of the brothers had thrown themselves into the group hug; all of them shedding tears in remorse for the actions they had unknowingly done.

"I'm sorry," Lucifer howled as, for the first time in centuries, he openly cried in front of his family. "I'm sorry! I was-wasn't strong enough. I tried to shake off the curse, b-but it just wouldn't give. I-I couldn't stop any of it! The only reason wh-why MC is even safe right now a-a-and not under the effects of a god-damned obedience spell is because- because they managed to stop us using their pacts."

Mammon pulled Lucifer closer to him and the centre of the hug as they all held each other close.

Diavolo and Barbatos watched in pity at the sight before them knowing that there was nothing and no one that could help them right now. What was done was done, and only time would tell if they could win you back.

***

It was two months after the event before the brothers had heard from you.

You had been living at Purgatory Hall with Luke, Solomon and Simeon. The brothers' had been very strictly informed by Solomon when they returned that they were not allowed to go anywhere near you until you gave your approval.

No one argued with him.

Lucifer did, however, ask Simeon for the occasional update on how you were doing. He couldn't say he was entirely shocked when the report was filled with summaries of nightmares and finding you disassociating in the halls of RAD sometimes. According to the angel, you were having a hard time being around any infernal being; this included Diavolo and Barbatos.

In the meantime, the brothers were a wreck without you. The house had fallen strangely quiet, and while they were all sad from your departure from their lives, it had also brought them closer together. If one of them were to fall apart, another one would be right there to pick them back up.

So after two months of radio silence, you can imagine the surprise on Mammon's face when he saw your contact appear on his D.D.D. screen.

He yelped and nearly dropped it, gaining the attention of the rest of his siblings, before he scrambled to answer it. "M-MC! I-I mean h-hello! I mean, uh, how-how are you doing?"

Mammon cringed at his awkwardness as he heard his brothers gasp and move closer to him.

"Hi Mammon," your voice was quieter than he remembered. "I-I just, uh, I needed to tell this to one of you a-and since I-I've always been the most comfortable with you, I thought you might be the safest option," he could hear rustling in the background, and a soft voice whispering kindly beside you.

"Put it on speaker!" Asmodeus hissed beside him.

Mammon glared at the demon and swatted his reaching hands away. "Of course, MC. I, uh, I know that you may not believe me because of what happened, b-but I'd do anythin' to keep ya happy and safe. I can't even begin to say how sorry I am for what I did to you while under the curse. Whatever ya need, just let me know, and the Great Mammon will do his best, okay?"

He tensed as the sound of your whimpers came through the phone. "G-God, that makes this even harder," his knuckles turned white as you began to cry. Around him, Lucifer and Satan were trying to calm down the other brothers and prevent them from pouncing onto Mammon. "I... I-I got permission from Diavolo to go h-home and I, fuck, I don't know if I can see you guys again."

Mammon went still as the all breath left his lungs. Though his brothers were still causing a ruckus around him, he felt as though the world had gone still. Your words were icy chains that dug deeply into his heart and filled with throat with blood. "Y-You...You what?" he breathed.

At the lack of sound coming from Mammon, the others also fell quiet and were able to pick up the sounds of you crying on the other end.

"I know it's not fair," you wept. "N-Not to you. Not to me. Not to- to Diavolo and his exchange program, but I- I can't keep doing this Mammon! I really thought I was going to die down there, a-and that's not the first time that- that I've felt that way since arriving. It-It's just life or death situations again and again and again, and what if n-next time help doesn't come fast enough?"

Mammon silently shook his head, "MC-"

"Please," you begged before he could get any further. "J-Just let me speak."

Mammon apologized as he felt tears burn behind his eyes. The reality of your news beginning to dawn on him.

"Every day that I'm d-down here, I wonder if I'll get kidnapped again, o-or tortured, or... or eat-eaten."

Mammon's stomach clenched at the last one. "We wouldn't let that happen, MC." He swore, desperately hoping against all odds that there was something, anything, he could say that would make you change your mind.

"I know," there was the faintest trace of mournful tenderness to your tone. "I know you wouldn't. Especially you, m-my greatest pro-protector."

Mammon bit back a sob, his hands trembling as tears leaked down his eyes. He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder, but couldn't bring himself to check who it was. "Then... Then why?"

He could hear you try to collect yourself through your tears as someone, seemingly Solomon, tried to comfort you. "B-Because the curse didn't create those desires and instincts Mammon. I-It just amplified them, wh-which means that somewhere- that somewhere deep down all of you want... want to... want to..."

Mammon felt like he was going to be sick as you began crying again. He couldn't even deny your words because you were right. Deep down, Mammon did want to take you and hide you away with his most precious treasures and keep you all to himself. He was so greedy for your love and attention, he craved it more than any jewel or credit card.

"A-And what if something like this happens again? H-How are you going to pro-protect me from yourself?!" It was plain to see from the pain in your voice that this had been eating away at you ever since the incident.

It became clear to the demon that if he truly cared for you and truly loved you then there was only one thing he could do for you.

"Okay," Mammon whimpered. "It hurts, but I understand. What do ya need me to do?"

You sniffled on the other side. Mammon tried to soak in every sound, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that this could very well be the last time he hears your voice. "J-Just try to move on. Tell the others, and hel-help them understand. Take care of one another, o-okay?"

Mammon clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from crumbling apart. "That ain't an easy thing to ask, MC. W-We... I love ya, ya know that?"

He could hear your breath get caught on your repressed sobs at his words. "I know, and I-I'm sorry that I have to ask you to do this. B-But please Mammon,"

He let out a heavy sigh. "Okay. I promise. The Great Mammon will keep things in check down here. Don't worry. J-Just," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just be careful, a-and take care of yourself. Try and be happy, okay? That's all I ever wanted."

"Okay," you whispered. He heard a voice call out on the other side. "I-I have to go. Simeon says that the portal is going to open up soon, and I st-still need to finish packing. B-But just..." Mammon didn't breathe as you fell silent. "I love you Mammon. I love all of you. Th-Thank you for looking out for me wh-while I was here. Goodbye."

Before he could get out another word, the line clicked and you were gone.

Mammon stood unresponsive as he stared down at his phone; even as his brothers began to hound him with questions. He didn't want to believe that this was really happening.

"Mammon!"

His head shot up as he looked at a frantic Leviathan who was cupping his face. "What happened? What did they say?"

Mammon swallowed down the lump in his throat, remembering his promise to you as he gave them a shaky smile.

"They're letting us go."

*** I um...I apologize. Remember to drink water and take care of yourselves. Thanks for all the love and support you've given this series! I love you guys.***

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[kaisserin]

Show me your nails

This is your first time visiting a beauty salon with Sebastian's money. Warning: age difference (student reader), Ferrari! seb, sugar daddy, beauty industry, jerking off to a man, 18+

You rarely visited any fashionable beauty salons. Or rather, never. All your concern for appearance was reduced to a pair of masks in the morning and before going to bed. You preferred to do your nails at a friend's place. The student scholarship did not allow her to look like a model from fashion week. But everything changed when Sebastian came into your life. Of course, you were embarrassed to ask him for a couple hundred extra euros. You didn't want him to think that you were with him because of his financial condition. Your shyness made the four-time champion smile every time. - Y/n, honey, why do I need a seven-digit number on the card if I can't spend it on the girl I love? So it is this time. You and Sebastian were going to another event hosted by Ferrari. And since this should be your first appearance as a racer's girlfriend, you should look the part. You refused for a long time before Sebastian literally put a wad of euros in your pocket and told you to spend every penny on yourself. You have no choice but to obey this man. Sometimes his persistence got on your nerves and in his desire to spend money on you, he turned into a pain in the ass. No wonder that by the evening you barely recognized yourself in the mirror: shining makeup, styled hair where not a single hair gets out of the hairstyle and of course manicure: scarlet nails with a small white "five" on the ring finger and index fingers painted in the color of the German flag, his flag. Sebastian couldn't help but look at you. Almost all the way to Maranello, he tirelessly kissed your hand, which seemed so small in his large palm, calloused from gloves and steering wheel. Suddenly, he braked a little more sharply at the traffic light. You swayed in the passenger seat and leaned forward slightly. You put your hand forward and by chance it clearly falls on the groin of the Ferrari racer. Sebastian looks down. Your delicate palm with those lovely red nails on his black trousers. He feels like he's starting to tense up under your palm. You've noticed it too, and you can't help but grin. - Sebastian? -Yes, honey? You lightly rubbed the fabric of his trousers, which got a guttural growl. - Sweetheart, we're halfway to the event, I can't just show up there with a boner. - That's right, you can't. You reached for the belt buckle, then for the zipper and his organ is already in your hands. His organ was almost completely ready for action. Your fingers are wrapped around the trunk. The darkness in the cabin made the color of the penis almost burgundy and more alluring. You swiped your finger up and down several times, making Sebastian literally growl with excitement. The red nails slid over the velvety skin, the thumb froze on the oozing head. Your movements were speeding up and slowing down. Sebastian has already started to enter you on his own, wanting to get the necessary release. Sebastian has already pushed into your hand on his own, wanting to get a discharge. Already in the parking lot in Maranello, he poured out, staining your fingers with his seed. He quickly cleaned himself of his tracks, but you didn't miss the chance to lick your index finger, as if there were still traces of your prank. An hour later, you were already beaming at the event as a couple. Sebastian possessively forced you to wrap your hand around his forearm and dozens of cameras captured the moment where your delicate hand with red nails was wrapped around a black jacket sleeve. And no one guessed what this hand with red nails was capable of.

[2kiran]

I don't know if you are still doing the 3K event, but if you are, can I please request subbot!John Price and domtop!m!reader with prompt O3.(be a good slut f'me and bend over, yeah?) and prompt 02. (take it - fucking take it.) if you don't mind? Maybe reader and Price are in a meeting and Price decides to be a brat and trys teasing reader under the table so after the meeting reader drags Price back to his room and teaches him a lesson?

JOHN PRICE X TOP!READER

prompts, three + two

John Price, the legendary captain that brought in an equally legendary task force. An attentive, calculated man whose needs are given to him without complaint. As much as he likes to simply receive, he prefers to take. The opportunity that built this particular moment was too tempting not to seize. Men and women surrounded the table, with him next to you. All of them were distracted, focused on the discussion, so where’s the harm?

He nods along, stretching one arm towards your lap. You tense up when you feel a hand palm your groin, hissing when you realize it was Price. Looking at him would raise potential suspicion, so you kept your outward attention on the person who was speaking. His palm rubbed in a circle, quick and short-lived. You manage to mask a surprised grunt with a cough, his fingers locking and squeezing you through your pants.

You’re about to rut into him until he takes his hand away. There’s a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he pats your thigh, returning to crossing his arms. This man. He’s skin-deep into trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Price questions.

You hurriedly pulled him to his feet right when the meeting was over, ignoring the confused glances that your colleagues gave you.

He knew what was wrong. The bastard’s heart skipped streams, excitement drumming an erratic melody in his system. Your grip on his wrist was firm, giving him the best bite of pain that’s out of the range of his imagining ability. “C’mon,” His legs struggle to maintain your pace, breath coming quick, “Answer me.”

Price doesn’t register that he’s in his own quarters until you spin him around to face his bed. Heat spreads through him, rushing south. He bites his bottom lip, a shudder ripping through him.

“Shut up.” The familiar clink of your buckle giving way has him itching to look at you. “What were you trying to do earlier, huh?” He whines at your tone, interrogative and so fucking mean. “Tryin’ to get my dick wet in front of everyone?”

“I d-don’t know what you’re—”

“Quiet.” You demand, stepping closer to him and he’s reduced to full irrationality. “Be a good slut f’me and bend over, yeah?”

His feet stutter into a few strides, acting faster than he’s able to make sense of it all. Vision darkening, his body cognizes a single purpose and it was to obey. He bunches up the sheets, no thoughts in his head as he leans over the mattress. Ass tilted upwards, feeling bare in spite of his clothing remaining intact. His cock throbs, a yelp tumbling from his lips when you yank his hips towards you. “Fuck me already,” he whines, the bubble of stubbornness exploding into a puddle of eager submission.

You don’t get to remind him when he mutters out, “Please.”

That was all that was necessary. You help him slip out of his clothes, the air caressing his sensitive skin sparks a shiver that you catch. “Where’s the—” He immediately interjects, “N-no. Use spit.” Nasty, but it would suffice. He makes haste to bring up your hand to his face, taking in two fingers. Drool piles on the floor of his mouth, his tongue pushing to coat the digits. “Mmm..” he moans, drawing them deeper with little sucks.

His saliva leaks out, dripping to your wrist. Slowly, you retract them and one finds his rim. He soothes his breathing, releasing a trembling sigh when you painstakingly thrust that finger in, rocking until he’s no longer struggling in spasms. He grunts, driving himself backwards to have you knuckle-deep, offering him a second one appreciatively. “Giv’ me it- nnnfg, that’s an order.”

“Give you what?” You spread the digits, opening him up more for you.

“Your, ah, cock. Please, want it so bad.”

Not one to disobey a direct order—not today, at least—you slide them out and fish yourself out of the confinements. Your dick swelled from the sight, wet tip circling around his hole. “Sure you can handle it?”

Before he’s able to bark out another command, you sheathe an inch into him. “Y-you—Fuuuck-” He groans, body working to lead you out, but you’re persistent. He’s throbbing around you, desperate to rut against the silky covers. Remembering your insistent instructions, he focuses his energy on relaxing. Breath after breath, face warm and sensitive. His head shook in a nod, incapable of finding the words to permit you.

Drawing your hips out, he nods again. “Oh, oh ngh!” He whimpers when you sink into him, rolling your hips until your cock is completely enveloped by his clutching warmth. Whining, his back arches as he lowers his upper body to the bed. Chest pressed to the mattress, resting his head on his forearms as he aches for the bind of release to snap at your will.

His ass is raised, jolting with each pound, practically urging him to break. “Still gonna act like a needy whore, huh?” You grip his waist, tight and bruising which offers him the constant reminisce of pain. “Gghf, ‘m-m sorry,” He shudders, clenching, “won’t do it again, ha-aah, I’m sorry.”

John Price, a man composed of muscle and earned achievements, lessened into a cock-drunk bitch. He begins to babble out whines, his speech incoherent as his brains tangle into jumbled wires. You faintly pick up on a few words switching from ‘slower, 's too much’ to ‘more, p-please, harder’. Tears pool within his eyes, and he attempts to blink them away.

“Take it,” You grunt, grinding deep into him, “fucking take it.”

He gasps, his dick twitching and yearning for a release. Fuck, he is taking it. So well, and so beautifully too. He hums in agreement, letting out a strangled cry. “M-mhm,” he huffs, small ah’s slipping from his bitten lips. John Price was in for a long night.

[koolades-world]

Random Obey Me! Headcannons

Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers

Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed

Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked

“Mammon what is this-”

“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”

Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask

Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole

Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated

This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that

“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”

“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”

“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”

Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym

Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't

Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm

Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better

Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast

Diavolo's favorite color is pink

Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world

Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general

Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist

Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking

Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it

Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare

Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard

Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit

Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music

If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed

Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it

Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off

Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide

Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that

Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards

Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time

Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon

Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them

Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead

[purple-umbrella-girl]

I love the mask AU! It's my favorite Obey Me! event.

The Mask (Lucifer X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Tell me, which brother you want to see next (except Satan, his will be post on his birthday)

This one is inspired by the Masked Event and @fickleminder's post "Hear Me Cry"

and @amistytown and our share post here

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Drugs, Injury and Demonic nature

He was wandering around the school grounds looking for you, both he and the masks on his face.

This night shouldn’t be like this, it was supposed to be a simple round trip to his brothers haunted house, with you.

Now the masks make him and brothers, think horrible things to the guest and especially you. All the horrific, and vile things his thinking to do, to you are running through his head. All the while he is conscious, trap in his own body, unable to take off the mask himself.

If he, had it bad, he can’t imagine what his brothers are thinking or wanting to do to you. He needs to find you. Even if he has the mask on, his still have a better control then his brothers.

Then again, at was his thought before you met up with him in the student council room, if it hadn’t for Diavolo come in, and take you with him. You would’ve been….

That’s the mask talking right? Telling his body to find you……. Yes, that’s it!

Lucifer is second doubting himself, if he should finds you or stay away from you.

On one hand, if he finds you, is a gamble whether or not he can control himself around you. One the other he stays away, he can “wander” to his brothers haunted house, so happen to see if his brothers are there in their respected houses.

The choice the latter.

But some he started to regret his decision, once he notice that Mammon and Levi aren’t in their house, and he saw was a piece of your RAD uniform on the floor. He doesn’t like this situation.

He quickens his walk to Satan and Asmo’s house, and see no sign of them, only met with a stench of a familiar smell, he quickly looks around to see a blood stain on the wall. A fresh one.

He started to panic in the inside, and didn’t notice a sound of a crack from his mask. He was to focus on getting to the twin’s house. If they’re not there, his main priority is to look for you.

As he walking to the haunted hospital of the twins made, he thought to himself. That you wouldn’t be this reckless to got each house and try to take masks off his brothers. But he quickly remembers that you are the same human, who didn’t listen to him to not go up to the attic, who jump Infront of him to protect his brother and a little angel from him, pointed the night dagger yourself instead of him. You are that reckless.

He finally made it to the hospital, he quietly opens the door and walk in.

Once inside, he heard Mammon and Asmo laughing in delight.

“They’re all here good” Lucifer breath a sigh of relief, soon he stiffed in fear once he heard your name uttered by Mammon.

“MC, come on stay awake” Lucifer started to breathed heavily, as his mask start to crack more.

He walks toward the chatter, as his heart race and eyes shifted back and forth. He stops right before open door at the end of the hall, and see Satan and Beel blocking his view of the exam table. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, Lucifer is stunned to what he saw on the exam table.

You laying on your back, facing towards the door with your eyes slightly open, with a cut on your cheek, your uniform ripped apart with your undershirt what left covering your chest, both arms aren’t even on the table and are dangling on the edge.

But what snap him out of his stunned state, was his brothers talking.

“Maybe, a put too much, tranquilizer in you, sorry about that. But we did want you to run back to the others, now would we.”

“This all your fault Belphie! I wanted to hear their lovely screams in fear” Asmo caress you bleeding cheek getting blood on his finger, then he took one and makes a small heart on your cheek and giggles.

“Do you think we should have told Lucifer about this” Levi voices his concern.

“NO!” Mammon yelled “They already choice him. If we told him about this plan, he would have kept MC all to himself once we trap them”

“And besides.” Satan chips in “I don’t trust him; it seems that he has some what of a control over himself. So, we wouldn’t tell if he’s on are side or not”

He couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to charger but his entire froze. Couldn’t move a muscle, only his eyes.

But the he’s sight landed on your face, and saw you blink at him and mouthed his name, and you try to reach out to him. But Beel saw your arm raise and quickly grabbing it and slamming it back on the table, breaking a bone.

That was the thing that finally set Lucifer over the edged.

The mask finally broke, the sound of it breaking causing the brothers to look what made that sound.

All of them gasps, and drop their tools, seeing Lucifer in his demon form with pure and utter rage on his face.

“L-L-Lucifer~” Levi stuttering was cut off, by Lucifer grabbing him by the throat and slamming him on the ground, he quickly uses his free hand to forcefully grab and pull the mask of him, causing Levi to groan in pain at his mask being taking off of him.

Then Lucifer whip his head towards Mammon and Satan, and runs towards them tackling them into the wall, and quickly grab both masks, breaking them while there is on his brothers faces. Both Mammon and Satan immediately fall on to the floor.

Then Lucifer turns his attention to Beel, who threw a punch at him, by quickly ducking and grabbing Beel by the torso and slamming him on the ground, and use both fists to slam on Beel’s face breaking the mask.

Lucifer is breathing heavily turn his head towards Asmo, who is shaking in fear.

“Lucifer, I- we ~” but he quickly met with a hand grabbing the lower part of his mask, and Lucifer pull Asmo’s mask up, because the curse on the mask, Asmo entire body followed his mask. Lucifer lifted him up over him, flipping Asmo over and slamming him on the empty exam table. Lucifer uses his other hand to grab Asmo’s chin, pry the mask off him.

Then finally, Lucifer growls and slowly turns his head to the youngest, who is still disbelief to all just happen. But quickly snap out of his shock by a hand grabbing him by the neck. Lucifer hoist him by neck, with his feet off the ground. Lucifer, slowly tighten his grip and slowly uses his other hand to grab and crush the mask on Belphie, then he lets go of his brother’s neck let him fall it to the ground.

He pants and look down at Belphie, before let out a monstrous roar.

An hour later

Mammon was the first one to wake up rubbing his head, start looking around. Soon one by one the brothers stared to wake up.

Then Asmo gasps and covered his mouth in fear to what he sees right now.

Lucifer kneeling on the ground, cradling you in his arms, as he sobs and racking back and forth.

Belphie is guilt redden, and chatting no, and quickly got up and rushes towards the two of you, But Lucifer roars at him, causing Belphie to stop dead on his track, and startling the others.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP CLOSER, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE KILLED!” Lucifer warns his baby brother and extension to the others. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!!!”

Knowing that Lucifer is trying his best not to attack them right now, all of them quickly ran out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Lucifer whisper an apology, as he holds you tighter giving you warmth. You stared shifted in his arms trying to move your body.

“Love please, don’t move” his voice sound hoarse. “I’m sorry”

You lean closer into him, as you grab his chest, to calm him down.

“I’m…fine…. I…. just…. need…. some…. rest, that’s all” you start crying in his chest.

“I’ll make sure you have it love, now rest. I need to calm myself first. I won’t leave your side”

Note: Oh Man! I really when overboard with this one.

Its kinda my way to make up for the lack of action in my Pain of Love Fic.

Anyway thank you to @fickleminder and @amistytown for their post. I really need something for Lucifer’s story

I'll be posting the next story next week, I need to write some fluff to wash some of the angst. with my The sea for two (Leviathan X MC) fanfic.

[redsaurrce]

BTS MAFIA REACTIONS TO YOU LEAVING THEM II

(Yandere maknae line edition)

🎀Yandere hyung line edition

Warnings: YANDERE THEMES, OBSESSION, STALKING, PROFANITY, SLIGHT SMUT, SEXUAL ACTS, MENTIONS OF WEAPONRY, JAIL, BLEEDING, INJURY, MANIPULATION, MARRIAGE W/O CONSENT, BETRAYAL

𝕵𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓 ❗

He was the CEO of the company you worked in.

But behind the scenes he was a Mafia, using his company as a mask for money laundering.

You knew all the dirty schemes being played in his company.

Just like the way he was dirty with you.

You wanted to escape him, you took part in his filthy play only because you were being paid well.

but now it was getting too much.

He wouldn't let you leave the office by assigning you more workload than others so you had to stay overtime in the office.

And when the entire office would leave except you, he would call you to his cabin, fxxk you and tell you about his plans and schedules and drag you around with him to every event he was invited to.

You slowly became the rumoured girlfriend of Park Corp's CEO which was South Korea's one of the largest electronics company.

others were jealous of how you could have seduced him, while some others labeled your achievements as 'gifts' from him.

You wanted to be free from him, not just because of the people's lowly remarks, but for yourself.

There was a limit to everything, a limit to your patience and a limit to his obsessiveness which he had already crossed a long time ago.

You wanted leave him and you knew that the only way to leave him was to turn him against you or make him hate you.

So you used your insider knowledge to your advantage and called the cops on him to arrest him for the illegal money laundering.

Much to your surprise the police arrested you instead.

"I- I'm being set up." You yelled as they handcuffed you.

"We found evidence against you miss Y/N, you really ousted yourself." One of the lady officers snickered.

And just like that you were put behind the bars. This is unfair, you were clearly set up and falsely accused.

"Y/N come out." After an hour or so one of the police officers came to you and commanded. You frowned and stepped outside the jail.

You grit your teeth and just then see Jimin coming towards you.

he had a cocky smile and leaned next to your ear, "nice try, try that one more time and you'll be put behind the bars for real."

"What did you do?" You asked him angrily.

"Oh? Did you forget who am I? You know I'm a Mafia lord, these cheap tricks won't faze me at all, so if anything, bad luck will befall only upon you." He smirked. "Let's go babygirl!"

You could do nothing at all but to obey him, yet again.

𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐❗

Both of your fathers were business tycoons and mafias.

Your father was killed by the rival mafia and so his father had taken you in after your father died.

You were never adopted in papers though.

Because Jungkook has had a crush on you ever since childhood and had told his father he would marry you when he grows up.

You were practically raised by his family.

You viewed Jungkook nothing more than a friend.

Though you were grateful for his family to raise you, he had taken the advantage of your gratefulness by taking your virginity in college.

And he still does, now that he is the new mafia leader.

So much so that he had arranged a marriage between him and you without you even knowing at all.

"What are these decorations for? Is there gonna be a party?" You ask curiously to one of the servants while you eye the flowers and decors on the wall.

The servant looked at you in confusion and said, "Miss it's your wedding tomorrow-" "Shush!" Another senior servant hushed her. "This was supposed to be kept a secret from her, did you forget the words of the young master?" She whispered but unfortunately for her, you heard everything clearly.

You at once dashed to Jungkook's office and slammed open his door.

He looked up from the papers in annoyance but at once became happy to see you.

His eyes sparkled with joy, "What brings you here Y/N? Well this is a first that you sought me out before-"

"What is the meaning of this?" You were enraged.

"We're getting married??" You frowned.

"Ah- so you got to know somehow." He bit his lips while your eyes went wide at his remark.

"The fxxk do you mean by that?? Did you- did you plan to marry me without me knowing at all??" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Why? It's your birthday tomorrow and I wanted to surprise you and make you happy." He expressed while moving his arms.

You were baffled. "Did you seriously think marrying you will make me happy?? I stayed silent all this while because I owe so much to your family, to your father. I had no one to go to when you violated me when you were the one feeding me- but- but guess what I'm done. No matter what, I'm never marrying you!!"

You stormed out of the room.

"Whether you like it or not, we will marry each other Y/N. We will." He whispered to himself.

You were packing up your stuff in haste to run away from his house, from him. You were not marrying a psycho for god's sake.

You called Byeon woo-seok, your former college classmate and your crush to help you escape.

But why did your escapade end so horribly? With Jungkook pointing a gun at beaten up Woo-seok's forehead?

You were crying endlessly, "Hush now baby, crying won't help. I reckon this is the one you had saved in your contact as Seoki? Suki? Dai Suki?" He raised an eyebrow.

Shit! He was quick to catch on, dai Suki in Japanese meant 'I love you' and you kept his name as Seoki in your contacts.

You gulped.

"Baby you never told me you had a lover?"

"HE'S NOT MY LOVER PLEASE LET HIM GO- IT'S - IT'S ME- I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM- HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME I SWEAR." You sobbed so loudly you were falling short on breath.

He tsked. "This man better be dead then - will you come to me if he's no more alive?" He raised his eyebrows, his psychotic tendencies showing.

You grew pale. "Please let him GO- i- I will marry you. Please. Please." You dropped down to ground.

He smirked. "Good girl, can't wait to see you in your wedding gown tomorrow, baby."

𝕿𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌❗

You were appointed by his father to teach him how to use the weaponry.

You were skilled in your work which caught him in an awe.

He was lovestruck to say the least, he had fallen for you, for his father's right hand man.

Even though you were a girl, you showed every man on the field how to be a man.

Taehyung was jealous how his father had you at your toes all the time while he had you to himself only twice a week.

So he started training himself intensely so that you would regard him proudly as your next master after his father.

"I'll be retiring. I've been appointed as a coach for olympic trainees, my dream since I was a kid." You squealed happily while Taehyung was shocked at your words.

You were going to leave him? He couldn't believe his ears.

His father chuckled, "not to be an olympic trainee but a coach for olympic trainees? What a unique dream haha."

"That's right, instead of a king, I want to be a kingmaker." You smiled not noticing Taehyung who was holding back his tears.

after the meeting of the three of you was over, he ran outside following you.

he grabbed your hand from behind, you turned around, "hm? What is it tae?"

he sighed, "can't you stay? Atleast till I become the best shooter and archer?" He said with earnest eyes.

you chuckled.

"You are already doing much much better than so many of our comrades with extensive on-field experience. I believe you are already perfect and don't need a trainer anymore that's why I'm leaving now." You told him and smiled softly.

And just like that, you left the gang in the following week.

"You're disqualified, we found out you have worked under mafia before? We can't allow a coach like that to train archers and shooters for Olympics." The interviewer told you in person.

"what?" You frowned , first of all you had already passed the interview then why kick you out now? And who on Earth might have ratted you out?

is it the rival gang? Or your comrades?

you didn't know so you had no choice but to return back to the gang you left a week ago.

Taehyung's father was more than happy to have his one and only trusted right hand man back and Taehyung was beyond ecstatic.

afterall his plan worked, you indeed came back to him.

"You're not leaving me Y/N, never ever." He spoke to himself with a fond smile while observing your shooting practice from a distance.

Hope you liked it luvs! Tysm for reading ♡

[thesassypadawan]

Submit (Burnt Darth Vader x FemPetReader)

Summary: Never. You will never submit to your new master, your lord. At least that’s what you thought. After hours of torture and some persuasive thoughts, you begin to see things in a different light. Perhaps submitting isn’t all that bad. (Somewhat origin story of Pet Reader.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Choking, Dom Daddy Darth, Somewhat Subby Pet…and Vader’s big hands.

Notes: Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

- “Submit to me…become my perfect pet.”

- “Never!” Feet scrabble for purchase as you rise off the floor. Hands snapping to your neck, desperately clawing at an invisible hand.

- Your new master, your lord strolls towards you. Clad all in black, his face hidden by a full mask. His rhythmic breathing pounding in your ears, along with the sound of your frantically beating heart. “Foolish little girl; you are in no position to defy me.”

- You should be horrified, absolutely terrified of him…this nightmare of a man. Yet your nipples pebble beneath your clothes and a dampness begins to grow between your legs. Body completely betraying you, despite your current predicament.

- “I can easily make or break you,” he spoke coldly, amber lenses staring emotionlessly into your eyes. “Give you unimaginable pleasure or pain.”

- Images and thoughts swirl around your brain, ones that you surely know that cannot be yours…

- A large hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to take your breath away. All the while he, ‘your lord’, rails you from behind. Splitting you open, stretching you so achingly good. His cool leather fingers tweaking at your nipples, before dipping into your folds. Pinching and rolling your clit. Until it all becomes too much, and he somehow whispers into your ear the simple order to… “Cum.”

- Snapping back to reality, you find yourself on the ground. Gasping, wheezing; greedily inhaling as much air as you possibly can. Mind confused, vision blurry. The feeling as if you were drowning overwhelming your senses. A soreness and emptiness between your legs

- His voice rang out across the bed chamber, low and even. “Your thoughts were very loud. Very…interesting.”

- Slowly you regain control, head tilting slightly upwards. Eyes struggling to focus as you try to steady and center yourself. “W-What do you mean by interesting?”

- Taking another step forward, he lets out a mechanical chuckle. “It would seem that you do desire to belong to me. That you wish for me to use and abuse you however I see fit. That you will more than happily take everything that is given to you.”

- Reaching you, Vader squats down closer to your level. Gloved hand gripping your chin, surprisingly gently. Thumb swiping across your bottom lip, the texture sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Open.”

- Perhaps it was oxygen deprivation or the hours of torture you had already sustained. Nonetheless you still willingly obey, allowing him to slip his digit inside your mouth. Whimpering as you suck lightly, savoring the smokey taste on your tongue.

- Pulling away, eliciting a small whine from you. He stands back up; towering over you in his full, menacing glory. Hand held out to you, the black leather still shining with your saliva. “I can give you what your body so craves. What it truly yearns. All you have to do is…submit to me.”

- Swallowing hard, you bit your lip. You realize how desperate you are for more of his touch…to feel totally helpless…to be completely controlled. The answer is clear, and you slip your hand into his. “Yes, my lord; I will.”

- Tugging you effortlessly to your feet, you stumble forward into him. Smaller body presses against his larger one firmly. His hand begins to wrap around your neck, and you can’t help but moan softly.

- “Such a perfect little pet.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith

[rafesbabygirlx]

Halloween Masquerade

Masterlist

Happy Halloween ❤️‍🔥 Kinktober

Rafe x kook reader

Summary: The annual Figure 8 Halloween Masquerade ball leads two unknown figures to a place they’ll never forget

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: spit kink, bdsm (use of whips, spanking, bounding with rope) oral (face sitting, throat fuck) p in v, doggy, anal, riding, I think that’s all

The annual masquerade party for the kooks to flaunt their masks and jewels was just another event you dreaded. You’d much rather be at a real party in a hot costume. These people were so uptight, they didn’t even know how to celebrate properly.

In your room, you slip into a deep blood-red silk dress, its loose back draping to reveal the tattoo your parents hated. After finishing your hair and makeup, you place a diamond-studded mask over your face, taking a final look in the mirror.

At the island club, masked and incognito, you immediately spot Kie. “Y/N!” she shouts, forgetting the whole “undercover” theme. “Kie, you’re blowing our cover,” you laugh, heading with her to the bar.

While talking, you notice someone staring you down. Recognizing him by his hair, you say nothing, just stare back. You excuse yourself to the restroom, subtly nodding in his direction as you walk.

In the restroom, you face the mirror as he slips in behind you and locks the door. Just as you start to remove your mask, he gently stops you. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Whatever you say, Ra—” He cuts you off, “No names, no faces, just us.” He runs his hand down your arm, pulling you in by the waist, his lips brushing yours. You lean up to meet him, but he pulls back, leaving you wanting more. “Meet me outside in five.” He leaves, and you grab your things, telling Kie you’re not feeling well as you slip away before she can protest.

╰☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆╮

You and Rafe drive to his place, and he pulls you inside, dragging you upstairs to his room in a flash. The house is eerily silent, the only sound being your heels clacking on the floor. As you enter his room, he stands behind you, inhaling the scent of your hair. He whispers in your ear, "How skilled are you?" before planting a kiss on your shoulder and unzipping your dress.

"I'm quite proficient," you reply giggling through your words, your left exposed in nothing but black lace panties. "Keep the mask on." He leads you to the bed, turning you around and having you kneel in front of him. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a medium-sized black box filled with a variety of whips, ropes, and handcuffs.

He picks up a black rope to match your underwear and offers it to you. You compliantly raise your hands, and he begins to tie them tightly.

He stands up, removing his suit jacket and unbuttoning his pants. You're awestruck by the sight of him, knowing of Rafe Cameron's reputation and now understanding its source.

He catches you licking your lips and grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Open," he commands, and you obey, opening your mouth. He spits into it, instructing you to "hold it." You do, and he begins to pump his cock with his other hand, lowering your mouth onto him. "You can play well, right? I guess we’ll see," he says, his cock throbbing as you moan. The moan causing a vibration that tickles him and he jerks up at the sensation. “Fuck” he grunts out.

He grips your head firmly, using your mouth to jerk himself off, causing you to gag and drool onto his lap. But you remain compliant, your cheeks stained with mascara and lipstick, drool streaming down your face. "Y/N, you're such a good fucking girl," he praises as he gets close to climax.

He keeps his cock in your mouth, standing up, grabbing your head with both hands sending thrusting forceful, deep strokes down your throat. He’s bobbing your head up and down his length. "Look at me," he demands, his eyes burning with lust. You stare back at him, you should feel humiliated but you don’t. You've never been this wet or submissive before, and it feels incredible. Your entire sexual history seems like a waste in comparison to this.

You want to be tied up and dominated every time from now on, your desires awakened by Rafe's rough, dominant touch.

As his body starts to shudder, his grin widens and his nails dig into your scalp. One final, forceful thrust sends his white-hot liquid straight down your throat. He withdraws, and you finally feel relief.

╰☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆ ☆☆╮

Without a second thought, he pulls you onto him, and you both collapse onto the bed. You struggle to hold yourself up, but your bound arms can't keep you steady in time, and you fall onto Rafe's chest. "Sorry," you both chuckle.

"It's okay, I like the way you feel on me." He traces the tops of your breasts with his fingers, lifting you up and guiding you to sit on his chest, your body following his silent cues. He kisses the insides of your thighs, then pulls your panties to the side and brushes his fingers through your wet folds.

He begins to work, ravaging your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months. You grip the headboard, throwing your head back in pleasure. He devours you, his tongue probing your entrance while his thumbs rub your clit. He switches to sucking on your clit, and you want to clamp your legs around his head to keep him there forever.

"Fuck, I'm going to come!" You instinctively begin to ride his face, trying to prolong the orgasm, and he lets you. His flattened tongue presses against you and the nose of his mask nudges your clit, intensifying the sensation as you ride him.

You climax before you even realize it, and he holds you down, eating you out through the orgasm. You sit back on his chest, catching your breath as you admire the evidence of your slick on his face.

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He pulls you off of him and gets off the bed for more rope. "You flexible?" You nod as he's already settling between your legs, his eyes fixating on the wetness between them. He pulls your panties completely off the rises one of your legs up... and up until it's straight and your foot is against his headboard. He wraps a rope around your ankle and secures it to the bed post. Repeating the same step with the other leg.

You're now completely spread open for him, your legs trembling with anticipation. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue probing deep into your mouth as he teases your clit with his fingers. In one swift movement, he's pounding into you, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy filling the room.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts into you. Your moans are loud and pornographic, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. You can bring yourself to care about the no name rule.

He sits up to get a full look at you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your naked body. Your tits bounce hard with each thrust, your contorted face a picture of ecstasy. Suddenly, you feel a smack come down onto the underside of your thigh.

"Never pictured you to be such the whore you are."

"I guess you don’t know me well enough."

"Looks like I'm gonna have to learn more then." Another smack. And then another, and another. You don't know how much longer you can take it before you cum again. "Ra- I'm gonna come." You stop yourself from saying his name again but warn him nonetheless. "Come again, go. I'm just letting you know though, there's gonna be plenty more I'm gonna get from you tonight. So don't tire on me too quick."

You scream out and you cum again, your body tensing with pleasure. Legs trying to shake despite how tight they're tied up. He only speeds up, trying to catch his release again, and when he does, he does it deep inside you.

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You watch him as he unties your legs from the posts. Flipping you onto your stomach, hands still bound above you on the pillow. He steps off the bed and ties your feet together, his eyes never leaving your naked ass as he drags you to the edge of the bed.

He pushes down on your spine to make your arch and your ass stick out. "Yeah, stay just like that." He retrieves yet another item from his special box that you can't quite see. He gets behind you again, not saying a word. You hear a crack, and then a sharp pain on your ass.

He's pulled out a frilly whip and uses it on you relentlessly, each smack leaving a red mark on your skin. You can't even remember how many smacks you got from it. 15, 20? You don't know, you don't care. You're obsessed with the pain and pleasure he's causing right now.

He moves back over to your head, giving you a wet, sloppy tongue-filled kiss. "You like this huh?" "Mhm" is all you can get out. "You ever have a little fun back there?"

"Never. But I've also never said no to anything if it's the right person." He chuckles at your statement. "Alright then." He sticks a finger in your mouth. "Nice and wet, good girl."

He's back behind you, and he's circling your back hole with the finger you just lubricated. You feel a glob of spit come down as his slowly presses his finger into you. "Ahhhh fuck!" You cry out. The stretch feels too good.

While he plays with your ass, he inserts himself back into you. Both him and his finger speed up. He manages to wrap his other arm around you and rub your swollen, sensitive clit. The overwhelming feeling of everything is sending you over the edge again. You cum in a matter of minutes. But he isn't stopping. He wasn't lying when he said he was getting more from you.

In the same position, he moves faster. Inserting two fingers in you, thrusting deep into your pussy, and wreaking havoc on your clit. Your mind goes completely blank. Your vision is blurry, and you're mumbling out nonsense. He loves every second of it.

"Fuck, don't stop!" You manage to cry out. "Wasn't planning on it." The sensation drives you over the edge again, and you squirt your juices all over Rafe and his floor. "Shit, baby, you're making a mess." He laughs like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen. He removes his hands from you and grips your waist hard. He plunges into you, chasing his high. Overstimulated, you also start to do the same, again. This time, you cum together. His third, your fifth. You’re in heaven. Any past endeavors means nothing with the way you feel right now.

He collapses onto your back, still gripping your waist, kissing up your spine as his breathing slows. "Fuck, I might be in love," he laughs, his voice husky with pleasure. He unties your feet and wrists, you're pretty sure you're completely bruised, but you couldn't care less about the pain. The intoxicating feeling Rafe gives you takes over any discomfort you may feel tomorrow.

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You take control, shocking him by straddling his waist and stroking him with your wet hand. He grows hard beneath your touch, and you rise up, positioning yourself over him before slamming down onto his thick cock. You ride him hard, the slapping of your skin against his eliciting moans from both of you. The rhythm changes, your body taking control as you pump your hips, feeling your inner walls clenching around him.

Rafe looks up at you, his eyes widen with shock and lust. He's never had a woman like you before, one who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. You continue to ride him, your body moving in perfect syncopation, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

As Rafe's hands roam your body, he playfully pinches your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your senses. You cry out, feeling the orgasm building within you. Rafe follows suit, his body tensing as he fights to hold back his own climax.

Together, you reach the peak, your bodies shuddering in unison as you both come apart. The release is intense, leaving you breathless and satisfied. As you collapse onto his chest, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and power, knowing that you've left your mark on him. It’s a strange feeling, not only having a man making you cum like this, but the feeling of climaxing together, feels so… intimate. You try your push away those thoughts.

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You flip over onto your back, and he lays up on his elbow next to you, his eyes still burning with desire. He finally takes off his mask, along with yours, and you look up at him with big, doe eyes. His gaze is possessive, and you can see the desire in his eyes as he gently strokes your stomach.

As he speaks, his voice is low and sultry, "We're definitely doing this again, and again, and again." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to explore every inch of you, every dark corner, every hidden desire." His words send shivers down your spine, and you feel your body responding to his touch.

He starts to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. His fingers trace the curve of your breasts, and you feel your nipples harden under his touch. You moan, arching your back in pleasure. “Stay the night with me.” A huge change in the man who was just fucking you.

[doodlboy]

Why is that so-

From mam's "The Barber of Horrorville" card

[fredwkong]

Virgo Season: Adam

Pastor Adam Blanco stormed through the Astra Hotel to the front desk. It had been a long, disappointing month, but it was nearly over. Every single person attending his exclusive conference had vanished days ago. His conference hall had been taken over by degenerate freaks, so he couldn’t even hold his events. The whole hotel seemed to be full of the kind of man Adam preached against every day of his life.

All of this had started with his son’s disappearance. Shane had been such a good, sweet, obedient Christian boy. Adam should have known the instant Shane had vanished that some evil work was being done in Florida.

Adam was here to complain to the staff before he packed his bags and checked out. The concierge had heard from him almost every day since Shane’s disappearance, first about liaising with law enforcement and then, increasingly, about the encroaching freaks squatting in the halls and rooms of the hotel.

But today, instead of the meek, cowed front desk staff, Adam found more of the freaks. Behind a seemingly empty desk, there was a mass of scantily clad men on the carpet. Some were in spandex, others in rubber, and one seemed to be wearing a rubber pup mask. A thickset Black man in a half-zipped spandex bodysuit looked up from the ass he was eating to see Adam. “Mmm, be with you in a moment, Mr. Blanco,” he gasped, and then dove back into the tangle of limbs and muscles.

Vibrating with fury at the disgusting display, Adam turned and stormed away, back to the elevator. As he marched through the halls, he dodged knots of undressed degenerates engaged in displays of wanton lust. The conference hall doors were closed, but he could hear a chorus of moans within. Adam marched into the first empty elevator and slammed the button for his floor.

He would pack and he would go home. There was work to be done with his own flock, left to the assistant pastor for a whole month. Refocussing on the future helped Adam to calm down, and he was almost breathing normally as he used the keycard to open his room.

“Hey Daddy,” said a deep, slightly smokey voice as Adam opened the door to his room. The smell of cigarette smoke washed over Adam as he stepped in and saw a young Hispanic-looking man lounging against the opposite wall. He was muscular, shirtless, with short, curly hair and light, arresting eyes as he met Adam’s apoplectic gaze. There was something familiar about those eyes, even though the handsome, manly face around them was like nobody Adam had ever seen.

“Awww, Daddy, you don’t recognise me?” the man asked, stubbing out his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. “Guess you really weren’t paying attention when I broke my arm in second grade.”

“Shane?” Adam grunted. He let the door swing shut behind him. This strange Latino looked almost nothing like his son, but after a month in the Astra Hotel Adam was willing to believe in the supernatural.

“You got it, Daddy!” Shane said, pushing himself to his feet. From having been a head shorter than Adam, they were suddenly standing eye to eye across the room. “You never told me how much fun these conferences were.”

“What did they do to you?” Adam gritted out. “Where is my son?”

Shane laughed. “I’m right here.” He smiled. “You know, I spent years certain that you already knew I was gay, but you had no idea, did you? You thought I was the perfect young Republican. I was scared for nothing.”

“No.” Adam was shaking, he wasn’t sure whether with rage or fear. “I have a good, normal son who obeys his father, not a fucking degenerate freak.” He turned to leave. However this stranger had gotten into his room, he didn’t need anything from his luggage. He would drive to the airport early.

“Stop,” said Shane. He didn’t speak loudly, simply with complete authority.

Adam froze.

“I was going to let the magic take you and set you free,” said Shane. With his eyes locked on the door, Adam couldn’t see him, but felt Shane walk up behind him. “All those sad, angry little men you gathered are so happy now that they get to be their freaky, unrestrained selves, Daddy. They’re so much more fun now that they don’t care what anyone else says they should be.

“You could have had that.” Shane stepped around into Adam’s field of vision. “I wanted to watch you become a happy, horny faggot who didn’t remember being Pastor Adam Blanco.” Shane reached out and grabbed Adam’s shoulder. Adam felt a jolt, and then he was walking backwards under Shane’s direction, still unable to speak or react.

Shane left Adam standing erect in the middle of the room, while he lay down on the bed. “The magic’s almost gone, you know,” Shane said, kicking off his sneakers and flexing his feet as he lounged. “Late tonight, the sun will exit Virgo and my wish will be spent. I think I deserve to have some extra fun with my dear old Dad, since we haven’t seen each other all month. Don’t you agree?”

Adam stood frozen. Inside, he was screaming, raging. He would probably be frothing at the mouth if he could move. He felt a vein in his temple throb to life as Shane smiled up at him.

“I think the magic agrees with me. You’re going to do exactly as I say tonight, aren’t you, Daddy? Completely obedient to your horny gay son?”

Against his will, Adam felt his neck muscles shift, and he nodded mechanically.

“Oh, that’s not gonna do at all,” Shane crooned. “Some guys are into the robot shit, but I like a willing partner. Daddy, be excited to be my obedient toy.”

Adam felt a moment of utter panic, but then it was all washed away in an excited thrill. Based on everything he knew and believed, Adam knew that he should be horrified by the thought of his body and mind being under Shane’s control. However, instead of any fear, all that he felt was excitement at what the evening had in store. In response to Shane’s slow, wicked smile, Adam found himself grinning back at his son.

“Feeling good, Daddy?” Shane asked.

“Yeah,” Adam replied, his voice a little giddy with his excitement. “I just wish you would stop calling me Daddy, son. It sounds dirty when you say it like that.”

“You’d rather not be my Daddy?” Shane raised his eyebrows. “I could make you love it when I called you that, Daddy.”

Adam shuddered with excitement at the idea.

“But no, I like the idea of you not being a Daddy, too. Let’s take away all that gross, stressful authority. Be a hot young gear slut.”

In an instant, Adam’s suit vanished, and he was left gasping in the cold air of the hotel room as his body shrank. Grey body hair contracted into his skin, which tightened up around hard, slender muscles. Adam’s hair turned into a puff of tight blond curls as his face slimmed down. Looking down at himself with a habitual smirk, Adam watched a tight pair of leggings wrap around his shredded young legs. Leather straps wrapped around his pecs and arms.

Inside the pouch of his leggings, Adam felt his cock start to leak precum. Shane had said to be a slut, so Adam’s body went into sexual overdrive. He felt a hunger deep in his throat and his asshole, and started uncontrollably kneading his groin.

“Yeah, you’re not a Daddy anymore,” Shane said, as Adam started to moan, his knees buckling. “Dan would probably love you right now. Want to be addicted to cum, Adam?”

The sound of his son calling him by his first name in that smokey, rough voice made Adam moan even louder, collapsing onto the floor. “Anything you want,” Adam gasped, rolling around on the floor as his whole body lit up with pleasure from the feeling of the carpet.

“Tell me how you really feel, under what I’ve commanded you to feel.”

“Sick, you perverted freak,” Adam rasped, still rolling on the floor and rubbing his bulge. “I hate that I can’t wring your fucking neck or knock some sense into you. I’m disgusted by what you’re forcing my body to do.”

Shane leaned over the edge of the bed, watching Adam start to buck, desperate to feel some sensation in his hungry hole. He smiled coldly. “You’re disgusted? By such a cute body, too!” his voice was all false concern. “You know what, you’re right, you need to get to know how much you can love being grossed out. Be a musk-obsessed pup.”

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body bulked up a bit with muscle, tanning a few shades darker. A pup mask covered his handsome face, and a cute thong with a fluffy tail replaced his leggings, baring his thick ass and bulky legs. Adam suddenly felt overwhelmingly warm, and sticky sweat stood out on his bare skin, filling the room with a rich, masculine scent. Adam found that he couldn’t stop breathing it in, and shoved the face of his pup mask into his armpit to sniff himself better.

“It’s so hot to watch you be such an obedient slut, Adam,” Shane said. Adam glanced up to see that Shane had pulled his thick Latino cock out of his sweatpants and was gently masturbating. Adam wondered what Shane’s cock and balls smelled like. “You always were a showoff in front of a crowd. Did you always want to be exposed like this? Let loose all that repressed desire?”

Adam felt an answer bloom in his mind, but refused to say it. He was too busy trying to get a sniff of his own ass, anyway.

“Answer me,” Shane commanded.

The words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth. “Yes, I always wanted to let myself go. I love the attention of a crowd. I want eyes to be on me, no matter what I’m doing to draw them.”

“Good boy,” Shane said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Fingerfuck yourself.”

Adam immediately jammed a finger into his tight hole. It spasmed, and Adam groaned at the intense sensation as he penetrated himself. He started to shove his finger in and out of his hole, his eyes rolling as he prodded his prostate.

“I’m getting an idea of what to do with you, but first I want to see you as a real exhibitionist. Be a showoff bear.”

Adam continued to fingerfuck himself as his ass swelled up with thick muscle and fat. Thick, sweaty black hair burst out all over his thickening body. His thong vanished, and the pup mask was replaced with a sequined cowboy hat.

Just like every moment of his life, Adam felt an intense desire to show off, but now he found himself moaning theatrically as he continued to pleasure his own ass. He angled himself to make sure Shane could see as he inserted a second finger into his hole, and started to jiggle his ass to put on a better show.

“Sniff those hairy armpits.”

Adam drove his nose into his pit again, taking in the musky stench of his sweat-soaked bear body. He huffed it loudly, to make sure that Shane knew what he was doing. It was important to make sure that he kept Shane’s attention on him.

“Plug your hole.”

Adam pulled his fingers out of his hole, and found that he was holding a butt plug in his palm. Without hesitation, he aimed it at his hole and started to carefully insert it, angled so that Shane could watch the plug vanish between his pert asscheeks.

“Tell me how you really feel about this.”

“Ashamed,” Adam gasped, as the plug bottomed out inside him. “I want this to stop, but my body feels good in a way it never has before. I hate how curious I am about what you’re going to do to me next.”

“That’s certainly an improvement.” Shane rose from the bed and let his pants drop, leaving him naked. “Let’s finish you off, then. Stand up.”

Adam stood, clenching to keep the plug inside him. He didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud of the way his cock jutted out under his ample bear belly.

“Match my description,” Shane commanded, standing in front of Adam.

“Darker skin.” Adam’s skin darkened in unison across his body, going from tan to rich brown in seconds.

“Muscle boy build.” Adam’s belly contracted, and the mass redistributed to his chest, shoulders, and arms. For an instant, he was top-heavy, and then his quads grew to match, giving him a tapered X-shaped build with a slim waist.

“Neat manscaping.” All the hair across Adam’s body contracted to a buzzed pelt. He had a respectable bush of pubes and underarm hair, but it was all well trimmed. His dark beard squared off neatly against his cheekbones as his hair became a neat, curly style.

“Handsomer.” Adam felt the bones and cartilage in his face snap and reshape, creating a handsome, manly profile. He had perfect kissable lips and an intense gaze, the perfect compliment to his beautiful body.

“Wearing nothing but spandex.” A spandex bodysuit suddenly zipped up over Adam’s body. It was slightly sheer, showing off his cut muscles and his hard, leaking cock. Adam was sure that the base of his butt plug would be visible right through the pink fabric.

With a wave of his hand, Shane held a pair of shades that he slipped on Adam’s face. “Now you’re ready for the runway,” Shane told him, pinching his ass through the spandex. “Enjoy the spandex on your skin. Show me how much you love wearing stretch fabric on those big Black muscles, Adam.”

With a gasp, Adam ran his new, callused hands over the sheer, silky fabric all over his body. The touch felt electric. He rubbed his cock, enjoying how obvious it was right through the spandex, how each drop of precum fell onto the carpet as he rubbed himself. He touched the zipper, imagining the feeling of it unzipping, letting his muscles free.

“There, no one will ever be able to take their eyes off of you again, Adam,” Shane said, raking his eyes over Adam’s body in a way that got Adam moaning. He wanted more people to stare at him. He couldn’t wait to show off this body in public and have people stare in disgust and awe.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Shane snapped his fingers. “Be a proud gay man, but don’t forget who you were before.”

Adam blinked. He looked over Shane again, and felt desire for Shane’s sexy Latino body for the first time. Adam needed to fuck and get fucked. He thought back over the last month, all the kinky men he’d seen having sex, and felt a need to reenact every single act he’d witnessed, preferably with a different man each time.

The voice of Adam Blanco, whose opinion Shane had asked a couple of times, slipped into the back of Adam’s mind. He remembered being an older, homophobic pastor, but the ideology slipped away from him. It didn’t make sense to be so uptight and self-absorbed when he could be having as much gay sex as possible.

Shane smiled at Adam’s hungry gaze. “Go on,” he said, “go find the others.”

Adam hurried out of the room.

Shane followed at a slower pace, still naked, and went down by the stairs instead of the elevator. He’d learned the Astra well over the last month, navigating the warren of hallways and stairwells to monitor the results of his wish.

At the door to the basement storage room, Shane paused, listening to the orgy going on in the conference hall. It was already past midnight, but the party would keep going for a few hours yet. Everyone was leaving tomorrow. They would live their new lives until they came back here for Virgo Season next year.

Shane slipped through the door.

The magical cornerstone was flickering with orange light as the magic began to slip away. Shane watched it for a while, smoking a cigarette while he waited. At 2:45 AM, he started to stroke his cock, imagining what was happening upstairs.

Hundreds of men were in the conference hall tonight, all in their best gear and all fucking as hard as they could. Rod the sneakerhead drone was probably taking as many cocks as he could as hard as they could pound him. Dan, the Black leatherman with addictive cum, would be letting all his cum-addicted sluts worship him while he inducted someone new to his harem. Ezzy the pup would be dressed down in a slutty pup outfit, sniffing some anonymous pits or sucking a fat cock.

Ben and Kyle had danced earlier tonight, but now they were fucking, probably still on stage. Both of them loved to show off how acrobatic they could be mid-fuck. Jason the bondage slut was bound and blindfolded, just like he always was in the Astra. He loved being a set of holes and a thick trucker body for other people to use. Harold and his rubber kinkster friends were all in a pile of slick, sweaty rubber.

Blaine and Spence, the leather husbands, were tag-teaming some boys, maybe the bellhops who had been converted into twinky bois the other night. Vinny might be on the receiving end of a similar group, though he probably preferred bigger, muskier guys to hold him down and fuck his pretty holes.

And Adam… Adam was definitely in the centre of it all. He was right up on the stage, shoving his big Black cock in a hole or taking cock in his holes, and loving every second. All the attention, all the eyes on a lewd slut, would get Adam harder than any fuck ever could.

Shane could see it all so clearly in his mind’s eye. He leaned in close to the cornerstone. “Bring it back next year,” he whispered to the stone. “Take all this energy, all the power we’ve spilled for you this month. It’s all an offering. Make this happen again next year. Make it even bigger, more extreme, hotter, hornier…”

At exactly 2:49 AM, as the Sun exited Virgo and the last of the magic was expended, Shane came. Up in the conference hall, every man felt himself suddenly spill over the edge, cumming as if they all hadn’t cum in weeks. Cum jetted up toned abs and fat bellies, spurted out of assholes and mouths, and ran in trickles down legs, arms, necks, to pool on the floor, where it slowly vanished, absorbed by the Virgo artifact.

Shane watched the cornerstone pulse with power, then fade as if going to sleep. He would come back next year, to see what would happen when it awoke once more.

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