#tpof celia x reader

[kanasbinwriting]

-ˋ₊˚. General Stuff‧₊°-

✎: Request info

I will not go in depth about gender/race/looks about the reader, everything will be up to your imagination.

However, if you want the reader to look a specific way or for the reader to be a specific gender, please elaborate what kind of scenario you want to read and elaborate on the struggles, if there are any, a bit further so I won't make any mistakes.

I only write x readers for characters that are listed on the masterlists.

I won't take up any smut requests, but I might write some when I feel like it.

I only write canon x reader or canon x reader x canon.

I won't write and tolerate adult x child, incest, step-sibling stuff or pregnant reader requests,if you do request it you will be blocked or ignored.

I'm always open for game recommendations!!

✎ : Masterlists

Boyfriend to death

The Price Of Flesh

John Doe

Lurking For Love

My Dear Hatchet Man

The Kid at the Back

Broken Colors

Where Winter Crows Go

Mushroom Oasis

A Date with Death

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[mothwingwritings]

Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh Sleeping Headcanons 🌙💤🛌

Hello everyone! In between fics I have been working on some headcanons, like this one, for your reading pleasure. :) It's some bedtime/sleeping arrangement scenarios feat. you and our favorite murderous companions. <3 It’s dedicated to all the sleepy individuals out there that just want to hit the hay and snooze the day away-I feel you and you are valid. Also there is a bonus plushie headcanon for each character because why not! If you don’t have at least stuffed creature on your bed, this is your sign to love yourself. Go acquire a friend and snuggle up with him, I demand it. ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

DUE TO THE NATURE OF THESE HEADCANONS AND THE SOURCE MATERIAL, 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

Warnings: abuse/abusive relationships, noncon/dubcon, forced cuddling, forced interaction, forced relationships, implied kidnapping, being held against your will, reader is threatened and hurt, mentions of/implied sex, very lightly edited.

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Ren/Fox🦊

·         Exceptionally clingy when he sleeps. Honestly like a suction cup. Regardless of if he’s the little or big spoon, he’ll be latched to you the whole night. Wiggle and complain as much as you like, he’s not relinquishing his hold.

·         Even if you two are just taking a little nap together, he always has to have some kind of skin contact with you. Holding hands, cuddling, a limb draped over you, something.  He needs the reminder that you are there and that you aren’t going anywhere, he can’t sleep peacefully without it.

·         He’s warm. Too warm, really. Uncomfortably warm. In winter this poses no problem, but during the summer it’s nearly unbearable. You need to crank the AC to keep yourself from melting into a puddle of sweat, but the added cold only makes him cling to you tighter, increasing the heat. He doesn��t seem to mind the warmth at all and takes offense if you try and voice your irritation, giving you an earful (if not worse) over how you need to be more grateful for the affection he douses you with, warning that if you don’t watch yourself, next time it snows you’ll be camping outside with nothing but the clothes on your back. We’ll see how much you miss his warmth then.

·         He’s a night owl, but he also somehow always wakes up before you do. It’s not uncommon for you to be awoken by an eager beastkin shoving a homemade breakfast in your face, excited to start his day with his love by sharing breakfast in bed with you and watching anime. <3

·         Though sometimes he gets a little too excited in the morning, and if that’s the case you’ll be waking up to a very handsy man pawing at you, kissing any and every place his lips can reach, pressing himself against you so you can feel just how excited he is. It’s a good thing you are in bed because by the time he’s done you’ll be so worn out you’ll need some more rest. ^^;

·         Also, he is an avid fan of plushies. If you also collect them your bed is going to be 90% plushies and he is 100% going to use that as an excuse to be squeezed on the bed with you as close as physically possible so as you all can have room. None of them are allowed on the floor, no man is left behind, and he’ll make sure you all fit whether it is comfortable or not.

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Lawrence🌿

·         Lawrence is the exact opposite of Ren when it comes to contact. Though he may fall asleep with you in his arms (or vice versa), he very quickly grows uncomfortable with the prolonged contact, his body used to being the sole person in his bed. Very shortly after he falls asleep, he will unconsciously push you away to try and create distance. No matter how much he may yearn for your contact in his waking hours, he has no control over his subconscious actions. Often times the shoving is much rougher than it needs to be, abruptly (and painfully) waking you up in the process.

·         However, this does not deter him from making you sleep with him. Even if he ends up damn near shoving you off the bed, he wants you to be close to him for as long as and as much as possible.

·         Lawrence is basically nocturnal, and even if you are also a night owl there are bound to be some times when your sleep schedules don’t fall in line with each other. He gets a little excited when you fall asleep when he is awake, taking pleasure in watching you as you slumber. The way you lay near him, completely unguarded and quiet, only the slow rise and fall of your chest denoting that you are alive at all… It does something for him. More than once you’ve woken up to him standing over you, face flushed and tears in his eyes as he’s pumping his dick to the sight of your passed out form. If you wake before he can finish himself, he’s gonna use you to complete the job.

·         In fact, he just likes to stare at you while you sleep in general. He doesn’t have to feel anxious or worried of how you may perceive his gawking if you aren’t aware it’s happening to begin with. It’s a nice chance to really take in and appreciate your beauty without facing any backlash, and it comforts him to know you trust him enough to fall that deeply into slumber in his presence.

·         Doesn’t really get the point of plushies and never really had a strong attachment to stuffed animals as a child, so he doesn’t have any of his own and has no desire to own any. He thinks it’s cute that you like them though, and won’t deny you if you want to take one or two to bed with you. If you gift him one, he’ll be flustered but thankful, hugging it when he is unable to hug you. The little friend is a perfect cuddle buddy for when your sleep schedules don’t align and he doesn’t want to disturb you once you have fallen asleep.

·         Just be mindful that if he gets agitated or you piss him off, he’ll definitely destroy your beloved stuffies, tearing them to shreds with either his bare hands or any of the gardening  tools he has lying around. He’ll instantly feel bad if you begin to cry over it, but at that point it’s too late. It’s best to stop the tears before he turns the assault towards you.

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Strade🔪

·         Strade is all over the place when he sleeps. It doesn’t matter how big the bed is or how little space you take up in it, his presence is unavoidable. You can try and create as much distance as physically possible, scrunching yourself up in a corner in hopes that he doesn’t come in contact with you, and you’ll still end up with him sprawled all over you come morning.

·         He’s also loud. Snoring, grunting, talking in his sleep, he’s so noisy it’s a wonder you can get any sleep at all. You get used to it after a while (you don’t have a choice), but each time he nudges you in his sleep or wakes you up with a particularly loud snore, it’s all just another unpleasant reminder you are stuck with him, unable to find tranquility even in your dreams.

·         He has a tendency to latch on to and keep a close hold of whatever is closest to him while he sleeps. The moment he looks even slightly drowsy you try and stay away from him, not thrilled with the prospect of being smashed up against him for hours on end while he’s pleasantly off in dreamland. Were it anyone else or any other situation, you may find the clinginess endearing, but with Strade it’s just extremely uncomfortable and confusing. You spend the whole time unsure if you want him to wake up and let you go (and thus have to deal with an alert and active monster) or if you want to remain silent and just put up with it, thankful for the rare moment of peace.

·         He sleeps the best after successfully finding and securing a new victim, the gusto and energy that he puts towards spending time with his new ‘friend’ leaves him completely spent by the end of the day. A tired Strade is usually a good thing for you-if he’s worn out, he’s less likely to bother or hurt you. However the opposite is also true, if he hasn’t been able to blow off steam in a while he’ll grow antsy and restless, and he’s bound to make his lack of sleep and overall disgruntlement your problem. Regardless, you won’t get much sleep either way, as you find no contentment in either situation.

·         Though they aren’t really his thing, he is amused by your plushies. While he can see the appeal of them, the only real interest he takes in them is how you react to them. Which ones are your favorite, do you favor one character or animal over another, do you prefer the big and fluffy or small and squishy? Most importantly though, he wants to know how deeply your fondness for them extends and how/if he can use that as a persuasive tool against you in the future. Should they prove to be a promising means of coercion, prepare for quite a few new plush friends to keep you company in the future. :)

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Celia👩‍💼

·         She’s an early riser. Not necessarily because she wants to so much as it’s engrained in her from years of putting in overtime at her corporate job. If you try and pull her back into bed she’ll gripe at you, but is secretly happy that you are willingly making yourself a scapegoat for her laziness. Though on days she absolutely has to get up early, you best be getting up right alongside her to help her get ready for the day or you will be deeply regretting it. She always takes precedence, you can sleep more when she leaves.

·         She’s on edge most of the time and is overall a very light sleeper. If you snore or toss and turn too much, she’ll get pissed off and roughly shove you awake, grumbling obscenities while complaining about how annoying you are being. If she can’t sleep, she certainly isn’t going to let you sleep either.

·         Even if you aren’t a noisy or restless sleeper, she’ll still find constant things to gripe about regarding your sleeping arrangement. Either you take up too much room, or you are encroaching on her personal space, or you have some other sleeping habit she finds grating that you have no control over because you are unconscious when you do it. She doesn’t ever seem overly pleased to share sleeping space with you, and you often wonder why she doesn’t just banish you to the couch or some other place to get your rest.

·         And yet, she never does make you sleep elsewhere.  In fact, it only makes her MORE pissed off if you suggest it, taking it as a personal offense that you don’t want to spend time with her. She won’t admit it to you, but the act of sleeping near someone she doesn’t positively loathe or who isn’t trying to use her in some way is one of the few things that really brings her peace. Even if it’s against your will, having you in bed with her soothes her. It’s honestly the best sleep she has had in ages.

·         She’s not a huge cuddler, but she does like physical confirmation that you are near. Often times she’ll reach out in the night to grab your hand or drape her arm across your body, never smothering, but just enough contact to assure that you are still by her side.

·         She staunchly refuses to have any stuffed animals in her bed, telling you she finds them childish and stupid (whether she actually feels this way or is just pissed you are trying to bring things into her bed that take up even more space is debatable). If she finds any plushies you are hiding she will most likely throw them away on sight. You may be able to get away with a little one, but that’s only if she doesn’t find it or is feeling extremely benevolent.

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Derek🦂

·         The only time Derek shows any kind of ‘affection’ is when he sleeps. Like Strade, he likes to secure himself to things while he slumbers, and if he doesn’t fall asleep with an item (you) already in his arms at some point in the night, he will subconsciously grab onto something (also you) and not relent until he wakes the next morning.

·         The way he clings to you can almost be considered sweet. Wrapping his arms around you securely, burying his face into your chest or the crux of your neck as he snuggles up against you as close as physically possible, it makes you momentarily forget what a monster the man beside you actually is. It’s almost as if he’s a child huddled up close to a parent, seeking comfort from the things that go bump in the night.  The spell is broken if he happens to be awoken during one of these cuddle sessions, and he’ll take out his embarrassment over the situation by treating you even crueler than he typically does.

·         One of the few niceties he allows you is sleeping in his bed as opposed to the floor-but it comes at a price.  It’s an honor to be able to sleep next to him nightly in his huge, plush, expensive bed, an honor far too good for the likes of you. He expects to be compensated for his generosity, so you’d best be ready to do any and everything he asks or desires at the drop of a hat, no matter how degrading or agonizing it may be. If you want to keep this privilege while preventing as much suffering as possible, you’ll do as he says. (Then again, it’s not like he really needs your active participation to force what he wants out of you, but he does like when you obey him ‘willingly’ and has a tendency to be a smidge less cruel when you follow his instruction).

·         He usually forces you to either sleep nude or in some very compromising/uncomfortable/embarrassing negligee that covers so little you mine as well BE naked. He’s a blanket hog too, and has a penchant for cranking up the AC at night, leaving your only source of warmth to be curling up beside him. You try and fight it at first, but you inevitably give in when the chill gets to be too much (also you aren’t too keen on getting ill in his presence, swallowing your pride is worth it if you can avoid more suffering).

·         He will mercilessly make fun of and belittle you for any stuffed animals you may have or try to sleep with. He’ll infantilize you, asking if you need a binky to go with your stuffy, or tease that he’ll need to put you in diapers so you don’t accidentally shit the bed. However, even with all the constant mocking, he does find it kinda hot when you try and use the plushies as a shield, doing your best to conceal your sniveling face and exposed body behind the fluffy creature as he plows into you ruthlessly. The toy does a shit job shielding you, but it is hilarious to watch you try and hide yourself behind them.

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Mason🐻

·         Despite everything, he’s actually probably the nicest of the lot to sleep with. He’s warm and soft, and when he holds you it’s comforting and shockingly soothing. It’s disconcerting how easily you melt into the same person that caused you so much trauma and torment, haunted by the fact that the arms that now wrap snuggly around you were not so long ago the greatest threat to your life. You don’t know whether you should be more disgusted with him for holding you with such familiarity or yourself for enjoying it as much as you do.

·         The man can sleep almost anywhere. After years of surviving out in the wilderness he has honed his body to handle tough climates and all manner of conditions, granting him the ability to thrive in less than favorable environments. The man could probably fall asleep in the middle of a torrential downpour with nothing but a rock bed beneath him and come out of it completely rested.

·         You aren’t expected to immediately be able to rough it. He realizes this way of life is all fairly new to you and that getting used to nights out in the wilderness has its own learning curve. Because of this, he’s actually surprisingly accommodating about the whole thing. When you camp, he makes sure to bring his best tent and sleeping bag for you to use, even though it’s a hassle to drag around and he himself has long since forgone the need for it. Though it’s nearly impossible to find comfort enough to sleep while stranded deep out in an unfamiliar forest, surrounded by nothing but the pitch black of night, all manner of voracious wild animals, and a serial killer, he does his best to make sure you are adequately cared for and as content as you can possibly be.

·         However you best not slack with your survival instincts, this coddling is only a limited time deal. You proved yourself to him once by pulling through his trial, but that doesn’t mean you have a free ride forever. He’ll pamper you a bit in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but if you grow complacent and begin to let him down… It isn’t going to be a smooth or happy time for either of you. Its best not to betray his expectations, if you do something overly stupid or otherwise show your survival was just a fluke… your sleeping arrangement is going to be the least of your concern.

·         He finds your affinity for stuffed animals a bit juvenile, but also slightly endearing. He can’t deny how cute you look when you are curled up in his bed, nestled amongst various furs and blankets, clutching tight to your favorite plushie while you rest. He enjoys that sight so much that he decides to make you his own plushie for you one day as a gift.

·         It was a strange little lumpy creature he cobbled together from various fabric scraps and other soft, but unidentified, material, all sloppily hand sewn with little black buttons for eyes. It was a true amalgamation of mismatched cloth and stuffing, and to be honest… You weren’t really sure what it was supposed to be. A bear, maybe? Or a raccoon? Regardless, you take it without question, and once he sees it’s been accepted he’s quick to discard your previous plush. He’s accepting of this hobby to a degree-you can have ONE. And since you were smart and picked the better of the two, you don’t need the ratty old one to cling to for company anymore. You have him and you have his gift, everything else is frivolous.

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[puppycassie]

Can you do sano (btd) nsfw headcanons plsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏

♡ hey there anon, ofc I can!!<3

! you guys know the rules, especially with btd, 18+ ! 🩷🍰

some of my sano nsfw headcanons ♡

♡ medical play is an obvious one, he would push your body to the limit in any way he could to see how much you could take, using various medical appliances in different ways

♡ strapping a stethoscope to your chest to monitor your heartbeat accelerating as he fucks and plays with you

♡ enemas, enemas, enemas. wants to fill you up to the brim

♡ forcefully injecting you with various different drugs , making you helpless to him

♡ cutting you open and cumming inside of the wound before stitching you back up, telling you that it's staying inside of you forever

♡ this man loves marking you up, cuts, bruises, hickeys

♡ injecting his cum straight into your holes so that you take it all

♡ "doll" "angel" "puppet"

♡ "how does that feel?" makes you describe the sensations you're feeling whilst he ruins you, enjoying the way you struggle to form words, even when you're gagging on his cock

♡ temperature play!! would insert ice cubes into you, watching you squirm and plead for it to stop

♡ would pour alcohol and salt over fresh wounds if you misbehaved, enjoying the noises you make when you're in pain and recording them, playing the clip back to you later

♡ fucking on the operating table? yes. especially with restraints

♡ makes you masturbate in front of him and watches intently, noting down your reactions

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[eliazspaceart]

Derek Goffard x child!reader [platonic]

Clarification This will be in the format of headcanons. I also want to say that the characters may not behave like their canon versions; it’s simply my interpretation. Another thing is that I previously thought about making it a book, but I realized that format wouldn’t be ideal for this. So, I preferred to make important and summarized points to make it coherent (I hope it is). So, I hope you enjoy it.

How they ended up in Derek's arms is quite... funny?

The child ended up at Fox’s auction because two new employees were supposed to take the mother, not the child.

Fox simply didn’t want the child and couldn’t just cancel the auction for potential future clients, so he continued with the plan, just changing a few things.

At the auction, the little one was scared, but still answered new questions. The people winning the auction were Celia and Derek.

But in the end, Derek won just to annoy Celia.

Obviously, Derek canceled his vacation to the desert. He may be a sadist, but he understands he can’t just take a 5-year-old child to the desert.

Also, I want to mention that in this AU, Derek has his "own" house. We put it in quotes because Derek’s father is paying for the house.

Once at home, Derek left the child in a guest room and told a servant that if the child woke up, to give them something to eat and drink.

Since Derek has money and power, he simply faked the child’s death and created a new identity. It was really easy.

Now the little MC was a Goffard, essentially his "biological" child. They didn’t look alike at all, but Derek would just say the child looks more like his "deceased" mother.

Now, the thing is, Derek as a father... mmm... he’s not a great father. He simply tries. He gives you comfortable things, gives you what you like, and those things. He spoils you, but, BUT if you become arrogant or rude, he takes those things away.

So, it’s better to just be calm and do what he says.

Your education would be at home, online. So yes, he keeps you isolated just out of fear that you might be taken away again.

In conclusion, Derek is not a very present father, but he tries. He gives you things so you don’t get bored, and if he has time in his schedule, he spends time with you watching TV or talking with you, having basic conversations.

If you're interested in this AU, I'd be happy to answer your questions about these two.

Please read this post, "Chronological List."

[renhanaschewtoy]

I'm so fucking late to the party but a friend recently got me absolutely hooked on BTD/TPOF. I'm so down bad, right brainrotted. Voraciously buying any crumbs I can find of merch feels like QQ

I can't draw for a damn but I can write. Is this fandom still alive and want x reader content, headcannons, ect and whatever? Even roleplay? I'd dust off my roleplay boots for this shit. Idk.

Edit: didn't have my ask box open, go for it- yeet shit in there or something or hit me up to chat. I'm down QQ I WANNA MAKE FRIENDS IN THE COMMUNITY

[hiskillingjar]

say you'll be my darlin'

Relationship: Celia/MC Rating: Explicit Contains: Forcefeminisation, Misgendering, Object Insertion, (sort of) Dollificiation Length: 3900+ words

an INCREDIBLY fun request from @dwnrdsprl and my first TPOF fic ever! thank you so much, julian, i had a blast with this one <3

“Take your clothes off, pig.”

You didn't know how you'd gotten here.  

You were standing in an abandoned office, your surroundings smelling of dust and dank and mildew like it hadn’t been used for a while, dressed in a stranger's clothes, a shirt and tie and ill-fitting trousers that trailed on the ground (you were too short) and clung tightly around your waist (your hips were too big), all while a strange woman was threatening you with a taser and making you strip for her.

You remembered voices. You remembered the blurs of red and blue and the occasional flash of green, and then nothing but pain.

Your head and body were still throbbing from the jolt back to consciousness, but you swallowed tightly at the barked order, your eyes wide like a deer in the headlights and almost flinching out of your skin as you hurriedly reached down and hastily untucked your shirt from your waistband, shaking fingers fumbling with each of the delicate, little buttons after you untied your tie and tossed it aside.

Celia watched you carefully as you fumbled inelegantly with the buttons, her dark eyes narrowing scrutinously. She tapped the end of the taser against her thigh, silently threatening you if you didn’t obey her orders, her pantyhose creasing when she crossed her legs a little tighter and folded her arms over her full chest.

The gesture just made your hands shake even more, as you nervously wet your lips, your eyes on the floor.

“Stop shaking,” She ordered with a sharp frown. “And get to it. Faster.”

"Mmf," You bit your lip hard to resist a whimper, quickly moving your hands down to unbuckle your belt and pull down your trousers, your boxers damp with sweat. "S-Sorry..."

“You should be.” Celia snapped, her eyes narrowing further as she raked her gaze over your cowering form, eyeing the nervous sweat that was gathering on your trembling belly (what little she could see of it with your shirt still on), clearly relishing in just how quickly she had gotten you to obey.

That was made all the more obvious when she smirked as your trousers went down, an airy titter falling from her painted lips.

"You're disgusting, you know that. Like a cowering, sad little dog." She purred, her crossed legs bobbing idly against the desk she was atop of. "You're lucky it was me who picked you, you know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stood a chance~"

Your jaw tensed a little at the memory (knowing that she was probably right, you wouldn't have survived whatever the other two lights had in store for you) and you stared down at the ground before stepping out of your trousers and pulling off your shoes (ugly, you would never have worn them yourself) with them.

"You look like you're trying not to piss yourself," She giggled even more, idly covering her mouth with another mean titter when your cheeks flushed a mortified red, before shaking her head, her luscious curls bouncing at the gesture. "Don't cry. It’s not fun if you break this early, and I'm easily bored."

She leaned a little closer, lowering the taser to her thigh as her fingers curled around her own chin, regarding you like a specimen under a microscope.

"Get on your knees for me."

You whimpered softly, holding onto the trailing tails of your work shirt (keeping it pinned still against your sweaty body), your eyes flicking from her smirking face and down to the taser in her lap.

You knew that you didn't have the option of arguing with her. Or, if you did, you wouldn't survive the outcome.

So, you obediently sank down to your knees for her, pressing your slick thighs together and trying your best to appear composed, as opposed to the shivering mess you felt like.

"You're better behaved than I thought you'd be." She hummed with a slight smile (though you could tell that there was a flicker of disappointment in her gaze too, maybe she had hoped to deal with a rowdy hostage). "Most men are sooooo disobedient for a powerful woman, which is so boring, you know.” Her eyes flicked over your trembling thighs, noting the way they rubbed together as you knelt. 

Her smirk growing wider, Celia then uncrossed her legs, slowly parting them a little more so she could look down at you.

“I'm…pleasantly surprised.” She said softly, smirking even more when your eyes went up, met by the rising hem of her pencil skirt and a flash of her dark panties through her pantyhose. “You just want to make me feel good, don't you? Make me happy…like a good, little dog."

"Y-Yes...ma'am," You murmured, your cheeks burning a little darker as your eyes went down again, not wanting to look, to appear disrespectful.

Celia chuckled at your chivalry, her heel lifting so that she could run the tip of her shoe under your jaw, forcing your face up so you were looking directly at her.

"Look at me," She commanded, her heel then resting against your lower lip, tilting your head up slightly further. "And don't avert your eyes again, understood? You don’t look away from a lady when she’s talking to you. It’s not polite."

"Nhhh..." You groaned softly against the toe of her heel (expensive, patent leather, much better quality than the shoes she had given you), clenching your hands between your trembling thighs, sweat soaking into your shirt as your body grew more and more hot…for whatever reason.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” She teased, her smirk growing nastier as she moved her heel against your throat, pushing slightly against it and making you swallow tightly. “I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already shaking. Some kind of man you are. Hm!~”

Another chuckle escaped her painted mouth when you let out another whimper, your windpipe tightening slightly as she pressed more pressure against it. 

"Shirt off. Now."

You swallowed hard, unable to resist her order as shaking hands reached up to finish the buttons on your shirt, and shoving it from your shoulders...

Revealing your binder.

“Oh!”

Her eyes then went wide with surprise, sitting back on the desk and pulling her foot away from your throat. and they went wider still as she saw the thick, white material of your binder stretching over and binding your chest.

"How…interesting,” She murmured softly, her spread legs quickly pressing together (almost tightly, too tight to go unnoticed) as she took a firmer grip of the taser in her lap. “But…didn't you say you were a man at the auction house?" She asked, her voice growing from soft and commanding, to teasing and almost spiteful.

"I am a man," You said, your voice shivering, sounding almost like you were telling yourself, just as much as you were telling her, watching as she stood to her feet and paced closer towards you.

Celia just grinned, unexpectedly delighted as she stepped even closer, leaning down and taking a firm grip on the hem of the binder.

"Oh, this is just perfect~" She purred, pulling you into her, your knees aching as you were forced into an uncomfortable squat. "I thought I was getting some worthless, little boy at the auction house, but oh no," She let out a little titter. "I'm getting a cute, little girl instead. How wonderful for me!"

Your face went bright red and you tried to pull backwards.

"I'm not-!" You squeaked, struggling as she pulled you in again. "I'm not a girl!"

Celia’s other hand pressed the cold metal of the taser’s prongs to the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at her again, the teasing smile never leaving her beautiful face.

“Are you sure about that?” She asked, her eyes narrowing with a cruel gleam (reminding you so clearly of the girls that used to bully you in high school) as she pressed the taser a little harder into the sensitive skin of your jaw. “Because this pretty body looks like it belongs to a girl.”

"I don't...l-look like a girl," You stammered, shivering as she took a firmer grip on your binder, the taser digging into your skin. “P-Please don’t, nh…”

“Don’t? Don’t want, hm?” Celia tilted her head slightly, her long, luscious hair falling over her shoulders, unwaveringly attractive in spite of her brutality (or maybe because of it). “Don’t call you a girl? Don’t play with you like this? But you’re making such a pretty picture right now~! So vulnerable and scared, it’s adorable!”

She giggled, her knee lightly bumping against your chest, before she shoved you back onto your ass, standing above you, her hands on her hips.

“Take your binder off. Show me the girl you really are~”

You whimpered again, biting your lip hard as your eyes started to burn, feeling the beginnings of humiliated tears starting to gather along your lashes. But, unable to argue or worm yourself out of the situation, you hesitantly reached upwards and pulled at the hem of the binder, rolling up the cotton and elastic and revealing your full chest.

You didn’t have any choice, you told yourself, staring at the taser as the tears began to run down your burning cheeks. You had no choice.

“Oh, this is just getting better and better,” She smiled, taking another step closer to you. “Look at that. It really is a shame, you know, pretty girls like you covering themselves up…pretending to be men. My heart breaks for it, truly, it does…”

You tried to inch yourself backwards, to get away from your captor, your bare body scraping along the rough carpet of the office room. But Celia just followed you until you ran out of space, trapping you in the corner of the dusty room, a smirk spreading on her face when you realised that you had nowhere else to go. 

“No running away now, sweet girl.” She smiled, before squatting down to your level. “Now stay still.”

"Mm," Your lips trembled as she slid a hand over your ankle and up your calf, almost stroking your skin admiringly.

“You do have lovely legs,” She murmured, squeezing your calf gently as she slid her hand up towards your knee. “Mm, it would be better if you shaved them though, that’ll be the first thing I make sure of. And thennn…” She drawled, settling down on her knees in front of you. “Just imagine how pretty they’re going to look, all dolled up in some silks, perhaps. Maybe some nylon, or even lace?”

"I-I don't know..." You murmured, quickly pulling your knees up to your chest, away from her touch. “I don’t…want to do that. Boys don’t do that.”

"Oh, don't give me that now," She snapped with a roll of her eyes, grabbing one of your ankles tightly, her nails digging into your soft flesh as she pinned it down against the ground. "We’ve already established that you did a pretty shitty job at trying to be a boy. Which means I get a nice blank slate to work on…mm, well, mostly blank~”

Her harsh grip relaxed slightly, turning back into slow strokes.

“Sooo, we just need to work on making that…spirit of yours a little more obedient, don’t we?” She smirked indulgently, her touch drifting up your calf and towards your thigh. "So, you’re going to say: 'Yes Mistress, that would look so pretty,’ aren’t you? Like a good, little girl.”

A deep, shameful heat was set alight in your core, making it twist and tighten painfilly, and your expression grimaced before you could stop it.

Celia’s smirk faltered slightly as she noted your face twitching, her manicured nails digging further into your thigh as she leaned into you, her face inches from your own

“You’re going to say. ‘Yes. Mistress’.” She snapped, her tone harsher than before. “Do it. Now.”

"Y-Yes...Mistress," You whispered, your voice as small as you could make it, head sinking down slightly against your chest.

“Good girl, there we go,” She praised with a smile, her grip shifting from your thigh and sliding up to the underside of your jaw, forcing your face up to hers again. “And what are you going to say next?”

"That...would look s-so pretty," You said, your head feeling more and more hot as you spoke.

“That’s much better, sweetheart. Very good.” Celia murmured. "You know...I'd gone to that auction to get some of my frustrations out. Find some...man," She said through a tight sneer. "To break down and hurt as much as I pleased, they’ve done more than enough to deserve it. Oh, but I found you instead," She smiled like a switch had been triggered in her mind, though her grip did not relent on the taser. "A sweet little thing who was just hiding from me. It's nice how things work out, isn't it?"

You were quiet as she spoke, keeping your eyes locked down on the taser at her side, before switching back to her, unable to really give her an answer to her question.

After a moment, she chuckled and rolled her eyes. 

“And you know the best thing? I know you won’t fight me on this. And you know you won’t either.” She tittered again, her hand smoothing down your chest with a little sigh, eyes narrowing with poorly concealed lust. “I know you don’t have the balls to fight me.”

You cringed at her phrasing, feeling all the more ashamed knowing that she was certainly right about you, that you wouldn’t fight her.

Even if she didn’t have the taser, you probably wouldn’t have fought her.

“Well, maybe that’s not totally the best thing,” She then murmured lowly, the hand on your chest slowly curling to cup one of your breasts, her pencil skirt now having completely ridden up and showing the waistband of her pantyhose. It was a pretty tantalising sight, even if she was insane. “Maybe, the best thing is knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself, too~”

"I...mm," You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as she touched you, a manicured fingernail idly teasing the bud of your nipple as her body inched closer to yours, forcing your legs to spread to accommodate her.

“Do you like this?” She purred, her other hand reaching down as she pressed the heel of her palm against the front of your boxers, feeling the wet heat underneath. “Ohhh, I think you do. I don’t think you really liked being a man, did you? You just felt like you had to…like so many of us girls do, just to get by in this world, hm?”

“Ngh,” You tried to shift your legs together but found your resolve to resist her weakening all the more, by the second.

“Yes, that’s it,” She murmured encouragingly, idly squeezing your flesh with both hands, teasing each bud of pure white pleasure until you were shivering desperately against her, seeking her, even if it made you feel bad afterwards. “But I hope that I’m convincing you that being a girl is a much better decision for you. Don’t you think girls are pretty, sweetheart? Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

"You're...v-very pretty," You admitted softly, your hips bucking against her palm.

“Mm, thank you, my darling, but I’m much more than just pretty. That’s your job, isn’t it? To be my pretty, little girl, and nothing else?~" Celia chuckled, suddenly pressing two fingers to the ‘gusset’ (because how else would you describe it) of your boxers, feeling the wetness at its source. "Such pretty eyes, such a pretty face…what a pity you're wasting it by pretending to be a man."

"Hhh..." You breathed out, trembling even more as she touched you, your thighs tensing either side of her and gripping the carpet in curled fists.

“Oh, I’m really going to enjoy you,” She purred, leaning in even closer so her face was only an inch away from yours, her long hair falling over and brushing your shoulders. “You’re just going to be a pretty, little doll for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

"Oh god," You murmured, your face heating up even more as you hid in your palms. "D-Don't...say something like that...hhh..."

“But it’s true,” She chuckled, her breath hot against your skin as she brought her lips to brush your jaw, her tongue darting out slightly to drag along your skin, tasting your sweat, your fear, your pure arousal. “You want to be good, you want to do as I say, and you especially want me to be happy, don’t you?”

"Nhhh..." You groaned as her tongue dragged along your jaw and down your neck.

“Now now, don’t whine,” She scolded, her tone warning and worryingly matron-like. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

The hand between your legs idly pulled your boxers to the side then, revealing your wet and puffy labia to the cool air of the office and letting her touch you without the barrier of moist cotton in the way, the drag of her smooth fingers feeling like heaven between your hot folds.

“Say it for me, sweet girl. Say ‘I’ll be a pretty doll for you, Mistress’.”

"F-Fuck, mm," Your brain felt like it was short circuiting as one hand reached out, desperately, to cling to her shoulder (surprised when she let you do that much), your thighs clenching on either side of her body, suddenly breathing quite hard. "I'll...nhh..."

“Come on,” She murmured, bringing her lips to your ear. “All of it, or I’m going to shock you.”

You felt your body tense up when you felt the sudden sharp press of the taser against the soft flesh of your inner thigh, your wide eyes pulling back to meet hers, only finding a coy and almost innocent expression, like she was pulling an especially mean prank on.

"I'll…”

“All of it~” She reminded you again, more pressure on the taser.

“Mm,” You breathed out a little sigh through your nose, squeezing your eyes together tightly. “I’ll…be a pretty d-doll for you, Mistress..." 

You felt a sudden blunt force against your cunt and your bloodshot eyes widened agains as you felt Celia force the taser (prong side down, thank GOD) inside of you, your cunt swallowing it hungrily in spite of the agonising force behind the firm plastic.

“Good girl,” She drawled with a smug smile, her voice thick with praise and satisfaction like artificial syrup, nuzzling her cheek against your temple. “And you’ll be the perfect doll for me, won’t you? You’ll let me dress you however I like, shape you however I like…isn’t that right, doll?”

"Uuuh huuuh," You whined, your voice pitched up and dumb and your entire body trembling as she forced the taser deeper inside you, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit as she did so, giving you something to enjoy while she invaded your insides.

"Soooo, when I say you're going to put some weight on around your butt and hips," She grinned against your cheek, pushing the taser somehow deeper inside of you (while still having a firm grip of the end of it). "And grow your hair out, so you look like a real girl again, what does my doll say?"

"Yes Mistress," You drawled, breathing hard as your head tilted back against the office wall, feeling the nonconsenting pleasure and heat of it behind your eyes. "Nnf, yes Mistress-!"

“Oh, this is just too good,” She drawled, suddenly grinding her hips against your thigh as she started to thrust the taser in and out of you, breathing hard against your skin as her hips gyrated in time with her brutal thrusts, like she was pretending to fuck you in place of it. ."S-Stick your tongue out for me, doll."

“Ahhh…”Your lips parted obediently and you stuck your tongue out for her.

Celia let out a short huff of breath, a small shiver going through her (to which she grimaced, almost as if a shiver was giving away too much vulnerability) as her own breath got hotter, before she leaned even closer and slowly licked up the side of your tongue, a perverted (fetishised) facsimile of a kiss.

"Nn, good doll..." She groaned into the messy kiss..

"Nhhh," You moaned mindlessly against her lips, as she kissed you like a woman starved of it (and maybe she was), your eyelids fluttering as your eyes crossed, your cunt clenching tightly around the length of the taser as she continued to tease your clit and oversensitive nipples, your body just growing tighter and more wanting of relief underneath hers. 

The hand on your chest dipped down and grabbed your hip, giving herself a firmer object to grind against and digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, a hot, heavy mass of writhing muscle as she leaned against you, panting against your parted lips.

"Nn..." She managed to breathe, her voice almost desperate. "You don’t know how happy this makes me, doll. I’ve only just got you, and you’re already such a good girl...hah…”

"Mm..." You shivered, keening forward to lap at her mouth, hungry for her, any preconceived shame abandoned in the pursuit of her twisted rendition of pleasure.

“Ah-ah,” Celia breathed out a mean chuckle, pulling back from your mouth and daintily wiping a small bit of saliva from her chin, fixing her smudged lipstick. “Down, girl. You still need to behave…”

She chuckled again at the sight of your flushed, needy face, tossing her hair from her own flushed cheeks, like a model in an especially pornographic shampoo commercial. 

“You’re so cute…just makes me want to eat you up~”

You licked your lips with a dazed expression, both wanting to keen in for her and to stay still, to play the good girl she wanted you to be.

“Good girl,” She murmured (because you’d made the right choice in staying still), taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger and tugging it forward, (nudging the taser just a little deeper and making you whine for more). “You’re not used to being a girl, are you, sweetness? I can tell. You need a little guidance…but that’s alright. I’ll help you with that. I’ll help you with every step.”

She smirked, gently rubbing the drool from your bottom lip and smearing it into your skin. 

“You’ll be my new personal assistant, first of all, and you’ll help me with my day to day tasks in a cute outfit like mine…then, I’ll promote you to be my maid.” She listed with growing glee in her eyes. “With the uniform and all…oh, you’re going to look cute as a button!”

You breathed harder as the pacing of the hard thrusts picked up, staring dumbly up at her in silent agreement as you drooled, mindlessly, your head lost in pleasure.

"And then," She said, bringing her smiling face close to yours, close enough that she must have been able to feel the heat from your body, smell your sweat, just as you could smell her perfume, sweet and musky. "When you've gotten rid of my husband...I'll make you my little housewife~"

She grinned and gave your drooling lips a quick little kiss, pushing the taser to its very deepest inside of you.

Your eyes, once again, shot wide at the painful intrusion, and you cried out, tipping your head back, as you were forced into an excruciatingly tight climax, all over her fingers.

"Won't that be just perfect?~"

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I finally got access to memelord 😭 but anyways this game was fun to play so ofc I had to make an oc!

(I gave up on trying to make a background)

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Self indulgent headcanons for how each of the Gatobob "love" interests would act regarding mobility aids:

Ren - Would probably withhold mobility aids as a means of control. After all, can't run away if you can't walk with any stability!

Strade - Would probably let you use your mobility aids but wouldn't go out of his way to make a big deal of it. If you're incapacitated, he wants it to be by something HE did, not by a medical condition

Lawrence - Let's be real, have you SEEN the ending where he keeps you? Definitely withholds your mobility aids, probably even does things to make your mobility worse so he can take care of you.

Celia - Provides mobility aids and pain care most of the time, but withdraws them as punishment or if you show yourself to be a flight risk.

Mason - Provides mobility aids, but only because hunting a wounded animal is no fun to him.

Derek - Usually withholds mobility aids because he likes to see you struggle to get around, but sometimes provides them if it's more convenient for him

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thank u for making my request<3 can i request what kind of yanderes tpof characters would be lol ty <3

✃ Yandere

TPoF Various

18 + Minors and Ageless accounts DNI

· GN Darling ·

· A/N - Enjoy ♡ . This was fun to brainstorm and write. ·

⪧ Derek Goffard

I feel he is the type of Yandere to view you as a possession.

You're his to play with and subsequently break as he pleases.

If you happen to develop feelings for him he'll most likely use it as a way to punish you.

He'll bring people home and have you strung up to watch while he fucks them.

At the end of the day he'd probably grow bored of you, if you didn't feed into his abuse, and toss you away like a child with a broken toy - though you won't make it out alive.

⪧ Mason Heiral

I feel Mason would view you as some type of weird little pet.

Imagine like a cat, he'll let you out in the morning and scratch you little head as you two pass each other during the day.

Keep in mind though he will watch you like a hawk, even if he is hunting someone.

He'd use isolation as a punishment as well as the threat of tossing you outside and hunting you down again

I feel he wouldn't be inclinded to throw someone away like Derek, but he will kill you if you irritate him enough.

⪧ Celia Lede

I feel that you'd be her cute little house mouse pet.

You're never seeing the light of day unless it's while you're latched onto her arm while she's buying tools to harm you.

She'd want you to be non confrontational.

After all she isn't above killing you if you annoy her too much.

Like Derek she'd use other people in her punishments though not actually sleeping with them, just as a threat.

I feel she'd also use isolation as a very common form of punishment.

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sweet tooth

sweet tooth - celia lede x chubby f!reader

cw: MDNI!! mentions of celia being obsessive over her weight + fem chubby!captive, implied age gap (if you squint), feederism, force feeding, canon typical violence (kidnapping, celia threatens you with a gun sometimes <3), drugging, noncon/dubcon, spoilers in tags lol.

summary: celia doesn't allow herself the simple pleasures of life, but she doesn't need to when she has you. (~1.426K words)

a/n: kinda proof-read but i also wrote this in the dead of night so i can’t guarantee it’s any good. more of a drabble than a fic. i just. . need to get this out of my system. i sincerely apologize. - iO 

celia with a chubby captive would be such an interesting dynamic 🥺 she spends so much time putting in the work to reach the top, making sure her body, her weight is in check because she knows in her male dominated work environment her body is worth something if it's considered 'appealing'. so when she sees you being auctioned, she knows she has to have you.

you're just so. . soft. your features round, eyes all scared and innocent, shining with unshed tears. she can see you shaking, your voice wavering and cracking as you answer questions that, no doubt, confuse you even more. her eyes roam the curves of your body, fully exposed for all the buyers to see. you're her complete opposite and instead of the plan - taking her frustrations out on you - she finds herself living out her fantasies through you.

she brings you sweets of every kind, chocolate, jam filled donuts, and flaky pastries with glaze. celia sits behind the desk, kicks her feet up, and watches you eat every treat like a hawk. she watches your content expression, happily munching away after being left with little to nothing to eat while she was busy babysitting imbeciles at the office. there's crumbs and powdered sugar in the corner of your mouth. celia finds herself licking her lips, almost tasting the tooth aching sweetness at the edge of your cute little mouth.

when she starts to see you struggle - your shiny, frightened eyes meeting hers, silently begging for permission to stop - she has to scoot away from the desk and press her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the spike of arousal that soars between her thighs.

you're at her complete mercy and don't dare complain when she says, "just another one. you can do it."

that another one turns into another one. then another one. then another one. and if you do complain, she has no qualms about pointing her gun between your brows. after all, if you're not a good little pet, there's really no reason to keep you.

but you do finish, somehow, you almost always do. and she's so so proud of you. . if anything, she's even a little impressed! she pats your head and purrs, "good girl." and you just soak it up don’t you? practically melting at her feet when she praises you. it’s rare. . but when you do. . you feel butterflies in your tummy.

but if there’s one thing about celia, it's that she can never have enough of a good thing. 

she guesses that’s why she restricts herself so much. 

she starts coming over more often, needing her fix of your cute face as you await her instruction and hang on to her every word.

every other day, she pushes you a little further.

it's not just sweets - even dogs don't survive off of crap for long - often times she feeds you things she wants to eat but thinks she can't. takeout, stacked, fatty burgers, pasta, and the greasiest fried chicken she can find. 

she makes you eat until you're at the brink of tears.

sometimes, she takes pity on you. sometimes, just one more bite, is really one more bite. and she even feeds it to you!

when she hand feeds you a fry - after you almost break down over not being able to handle a bite more - and your soft lips graze her fingertips, celia knows she has to have more of you. 

just watching isn’t enough to satiate the hunger she has for you. 

so the next time she brings you food, she makes sure to slip a little something extra in! and really, it's not like you need any convincing. not when all celia has to do is point the gun at you. you're so completely at her mercy it makes her melt.

but no, she doesn't exactly feel like terrorizing you into it. it's so much more rewarding to watch you eat and slowly get warmer, tugging at the collar of your long sleeve and squeezing your thighs together as the aphrodisiac starts to work its magic. by the end of five minutes, you can hardly hold your spoon, shaking and mewling, a flush all over your face as you complain about feeling weird.

celia, always so calm and collected, all she does is coo and cup your face. her hands feel so cold and nice against your heated flesh that you can't help but nuzzle further into her soft hands.

and watching you, so eager and inviting, how could she ever deny you?

her hands are everywhere in a matter of seconds. she gently caresses your neck, your chest, then further down, kneading your thighs, and finally travelling up underneath your clothes. her hands possessively grope over your stomach, sliding past your belly and massaging the soft curve of your waist like she's trying to mould you. her perfectly manicured nails, always filed into points, rake over your ribcage, and she has to snap at you, "be patient" when your hips won't stop trying to hump her like some dumb dog.

it's enough she has to hear you whining all high pitched and needy. . she starts to realise you’re beginning to influence her behavior. . because she finds she's become just as impatient as you are.

it's not long until celia reaches what she's wanted to touch since the very first time she laid eyes on you.

she's denied herself far too long.

her hands greedily paw at your breasts, tugging at your nipples and whispering into your ear how nice your tits feel. how needy you are just from a little teasing. how good you are for her. how you must be so hot, as she tugs the fabric of your shirt, and coos, "let's get this off you~."

your shirt goes over your head and she lays you on your back. her hands grope and massage your tits until your nipples harden, and when they do, she leans down and bites them. your squeal only encourages her, as she closes her lips around the hardened buds and hollows her cheeks just to hear you make those little sounds she loves so much.

when she pulls back, she licks her lips and smudges the cherry red lipstick stains left around your areolas.

when your hands start to paw at her, celia bats you off and goes to straddle your chest and. . what a coincidence, really, when you look up her skirt and she's not wearing any panties.

your mouth waters at the slick sight of her, at the smell of her. she smells better than anything you've ever eaten. 

with shaky hands, she hikes her skirt up until it’s out of the way, tangles her hands into your hair and straddles your face, her own blush matching yours before she sinks down.

you meet her halfway with your tongue. 

while riding your face, celia finally lets herself indulge. 

her moans aren't high pitched and fake, she's not performing when your tongue snakes into her and presses against the gummy insides of her pussy.

she doesn't have to look like a supermodel to appease some man who can't even bother to get her off. so she allows herself to sweat and her eyes to roll and cross. she allows herself to snarl and sneer and hump her cunt against your mouth like she's in heat, because you're not harold. you're you, desperate, subservient, hungry, and. . surprisingly good with your mouth.

you have her thighs shaking on either side of your head in no time. she twitches, bucks her hips, and whines like a virgin who's never had the hot, slick caress of a tongue on their cunt before.

when she fists your hair with two hands, angles her hips down, and your lips wrap around her swollen clit and suck like you're nursing from her, she has to muffle a scream by biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

and gushing slick, panting above you, it still isn't enough. her hips roll in tiny, jerky circles, allowing your tongue to torture her a while further. maybe you'll wring around orgasm out of her. 

god knows you're the only one who can make it happen nowadays.

you moan underneath her in absolute glee when her hands yank your hair and further smother you between her thighs.

a dopey smile spreads across her face.

you've turned her into a glutton.

[puppycassie]

Please pookie, anything about Cain from btd🙏 Even headcanons will be good

♡ I hear you pooks <3 !!

! you guys know the rules, especially with btd, 18+ ! 🩷🍰

some of my headcanons for cain, a mix of relatively sfw and nsfw. It's cain, he's nasty, he's gross, he's for the insane mfs (I see you guys mwa <3) ♡

♡ MAJOR God complex, he just wants an obedient pet to worship him, he doesn't see you as a human in the slightest

♡ you're merely entertainment for him, he enjoys hurting you. he will leave as many cuts, bruises and scrapes on you as possible

♡ "pet, meat, bitch"

♡ you are only allowed to address him as "God" or "master", he expects you to bow your head or even drop to your knees whenever he approaches you

♡ he LOVES face fucking. especially with you completely restrained, making you gag, cry and choke on his cock as well as slapping your face with it

♡ will make you swallow everything he gives you, cum, piss and blood

♡ if you dare refuse to swallow his cum, he will fill a wine glass with it and make you drink it in front of him after leaving it for a few days, making you thank him after every sip

♡ will make you grind on his shoe, cooing at you mockingly "that's right, hump it like the bitch in heat you are, pet"

♡ he will cum and spit on your face, telling you he's 'making you pretty for him'

♡ will carve his name all over your body and make you lick the bloody knife clean after, not caring if you cut your tongue

♡ "beg for me to stretch you out, puppet"

♡ takes you at any time he wants, you're freeuse to him. telling you it's your purpose to serve him

♡ makes you crawl around the house, either completely naked or wearing lingerie that he chose

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I have a few ideas of stuff I wanna write next idk which to do first? Help lol

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About me

hii I'm cassie (call me cass) I use she/her and I'm 19 ♡

I'm a writer and will use this blog to write for fandoms I'm in and take requests!! ^^ this blog is strictly 18+ due to the content discussed, ty!! ♡

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. the price of flesh

. somethings wrong with sunny day jack

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. your boyfriend

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