#you you know what I meaaan

[seedofjoseph]

family portrait

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn Relationship(s): Jacob Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 450 Warning(s): polyamory; pregnancy

You send your son off to sleep with a kiss on each eyelid. With a sigh as soft as the afternoon breeze, he curls up against Jacob's chest.

"Took him long enough," he whispers, one large hand of his covering the entirety of the toddler's tiny head.

"He has your eyes," you tease. "Always vigilant."

Before he can protest, you turn towards Faith whose eyes fluttered shut before her nephew's. You kiss her lashes, too, thanking her for tiring him out.

"I got the Old Man's eyes," he sunk further into the animal furs. "So did Joseph. And John."

"That's some strong seed," you poke at him again, propping yourself up on an elbow.

"You'd know, angel," he winks, playing your childish game.

"I mean it," you say, serious all of a sudden.

It startles him, but not sufficiently to disturb the slumbering child lying on top of him.

"I think he's yours," your voice is barely audible as you burrow your teeth into his bicep, biting lightly.

"Too handsome," he humors you, snapping his teeth close to your face. "Looks like Jonny when he was a kid," he smiles at the memory and at his nephew (or son). "Ma couldn't stop snappin' pictures of him."

"And now John can't stop painting him," you smile at the thought of your baby's father (or uncle) fretting over you shifting in your seat while posing for the portrait. "I wonder if they have functioning cameras in Prosperity," you speak aloud the thought of travelling outside of New Eden.

"Don't let Joseph hear you say that," he shakes his head.

Faith yawns, wrapping one lazy arm around you. "Don't let Father hear her say what?"

You and Jacob duet as you shush her.

"Oh, he's sleeping?" She speaks against your spine. "Sorry."

"She wants to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbours," he rises from the cot, heading for the crib.

"A camera," you correct him, getting comfortable in her caress.

"I'm gettin' Jonny away from his paints and we're goin' scavengin'." Jacob's joints pop as he lets go of that small, fragile bundle of flesh and bones in his arm. "Sun's still up. Who knows, maybe we'll get to snap one before it goes down."

"Look out for each other out there," Faith joins their foreheads, stroking his red and silver mane.

"Our babies need all three of their dads," you struggle to stand up in a sitting position as he places his forehead against yours. "Come back to us alive."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes you as he stands back up and pops his back.

And, as Faith eases you back into her embrace, he smiles down on your belly which grows bigger by the day. Maybe this one will come out looking more like his unpretty self. Or, maybe, he and his brothers would have to mount you a third time.

[rainysheen]

In case you didn't know, there are several pieces of concept art for Blasphemous 2 where the Penitent One has a sword with red ribbons on it :')

[borkb]

theres so much going on im going isnane does this place ever have peace

[kyeterna]

A conversation that never happened

I wonder what Mordei feels so guilty about

Bonus, actual in character Glow response:

[anaalnathrakhs]

white, teal (NOT talking about mick mars) and grey <3

if u can't handle me at my teal you don't deserve me at my grey </3

[seiwas]

bb pls never apologise i love when i see ur all caps tags always

SDFBGSHADFVASDFN YOU GET IT THE YUUJI AGENDA I SWEAAAR HES JUST. SOOOO EVRYERHITNG. i Want to EAT HIM.

thank u so much for reading and for blessing me with ur tags and reactions!!!!!!! LITERALLY 3 MONTHS BUT HE'S HIM SO HE MAKES IT THRU SDFBSJA

AND HIS BOOTY FROM THE STANDS I CANT NOT MENTION THAT. I WANT TO BITE HIM

₊˚⊹｡ it's a match! | itadori yuuji

wc: 1.8k

summary: the guy you match with on a dating app is too good to be true. 

contains: gn!reader, non-curse au, athletic trainer yuuji, dating apps, megumi and nobara cameos

a/n: this is such a projection of my insane attraction for yuuji + a few songs i associate with this fic and him: mariposa - peach tree rascals, sunshine - kyle, miguel, sunkissed - khai dreams

part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: finally saying yes to that nice guy you’re afraid is too good to be true

Itadori Yuuji. Athletic Trainer. 24. Loves dogs, exploring nature, cheat day meals, and a good workout!

Pink hair, wide eyes, bright smile—the kind that can’t possibly be rehearsed; the photo on your screen is candid, edges blurred by movement but the center clearly in focus. 

He’s cute, you think. Enough for you to scroll further down to get to know more about him. 

The second photo you land on is definitely something; your eyes widen and you swear you hear yourself gulp a little. On your screen, crouched low, is this same Itadori Yuuji smiling in between a golden retriever and a husky; he has an arm wrapped around each dog, bringing them close as their tongues stick out in the summer heat. 

And you’re pretty sure it’s summer because this Itadori Yuuji guy also happens to be shirtless, towel slung around his neck as strands of pink hair cling to the sweat on his forehead. That, and the trees behind him glisten underneath the sunlight—vibrant green. 

Considering the bigger picture, the photo is adorable. Cool. Absolutely heartwarming even.

But your brain is still trying to process how someone who looks like he volunteers at retirement homes can be so… ripped. 

You scroll some more. 

And after two question prompts, one muscle tee gym photo (which is way more attractive than shirtless, by the way), and one group photo–a girl with short hair and a pretty boy with unruly black hair–, you’ve concluded that this Itadori Yuuji guy is a picture-perfect example of a kind of boy-next-door. 

You say kind of because you learn that his ‘typical sunday’ is waking up at dawn to take his and his bestfriend’s dogs out for a hike. You also say kind of because the most surprising fact about him is that he’s been a stunt double because he knows how to do parkour.

It feels like an illusion, as if someone so down-to-earth and seemingly friendly, living just eight kilometres away from you is being dangled right under your nose. 

He’s way too good to be true.

So when you press ‘like’ to his answer for the prompt ‘typical sunday’ and comment, “Cool! Are these the same dogs as the one in your photo?”, you definitely do not expect to be matched a few minutes later. 

.

To your surprise, you and Yuuji get along swimmingly. 

There’s a reason dating apps are not messaging apps, and you both find out when your chat page begins to lag after a series of 100+ messages in the span of 10 minutes. 

So, you swap numbers. 

And it’s good—way too good. 

It’s unbelievable how easy it is to talk to him, how fun. There’s never an awkward lull and he always replies enthusiastically, never too late and never too early. If others are walls, Yuuji is a trampoline—bouncing off your energy and returning what you throw at him.

You learn that not only is he a kind of boy-next-door, but a golden retriever boy too. And you don’t really know what to do or how to feel about that realization. 

5:47 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji

> [attachment] 

> cheat meal today!! 

The attachment opens to a photo of him using french fries as a moustache, along with a giant burger set on a plate in front of him. Despite the very obvious distraction of his biceps flexing while his arms cross in front of his chest, you chuckle and roll your eyes.

It’s an inside joke—kind of. You mentioned once that you only found out when you were 13 that french fries did not in fact come from the French. 

5:48 p.m. 

< ha ha ha 🙄

You straighten up in your chair, stretching your back until you hear it crack.

< late lunch or early dinner? 

5:49 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> late lunch!

> had the whole team in a while ago then got a workout in right after!

5:50 p.m. 

< good reward? 

5:50 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> good enough

> would be better with some company though!

Herein lies the problem. 

You stare at your screen, biting your bottom lip as you watch the little bubble move as he types. 

5:51 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> only if you aren’t busy or anything!!

This is the second time Yuuji has tried to ask you out in the month and a half of you both talking; the first time was just completely wrong timing, but this one—you have nowhere else to be and you actually can go to him.

5:54 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> no pressure!! 

And yet—

Your fingers move faster than you can think. 

5:55 p.m. 

< still caught up at work, sorry 😞

< next time!! 

You can’t even explain why you feel so hesitant to meet him. 

5:56 p.m.

< eat enough for the both of us for now 😌

—you groan, dropping your forehead down on your desk. 

To be honest, you aren’t sure what to call the fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Is it butterflies? Nerves kicking in? Fear? 

5:57 p.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> that’s okay!! i ordered a milkshake too

> i’ll drink it in your spirit 🫡

It’s confusing, because he’d confessed that he’s never done dating apps before, isn’t so sure how it goes; that his friend was solely responsible for the creation of his account because why not? 

He’d admitted that he wasn’t too keen on it because he wasn’t really looking, but he’s glad he agreed because otherwise, he wouldn’t have met you. 

And you think, for someone who ‘isn’t so sure how it goes’, he’s actually pretty smooth. 

So, maybe you have trust issues.

And maybe, he’s just so sweet—about this, about everything, that you can’t figure out if he’s just really nice or if he’s flirting. 

.

.

.

“Kugisaki, I think I’m being rejected.” 

“Huh?” Nobara looks up midbite, face scrunching into confusion. Megumi raises his eyebrow from the side. 

“Yeah,” Yuuji shrugs, pouting as he swirls his chopsticks around, “maybe they don’t like me that way. Why else would they be avoiding a meet-up?” 

Nobara clears her throat, setting her chopsticks down as she straightens her back against the booth. Her fingers clasp together on the desk. 

“Itadori.” 

Yuuji looks up as Nobara shoots him a look. 

“No.” 

Megumi slurps on his soup.

“Phone.” Nobara reaches an arm out, palm up as she waits. 

Once she grabs a hold of the device, she taps on his text thread with you, scrolling up and up and up as if to prove a point. For even more evidence, she goes to your socials, reading the exchange of compliments you both have left on each other’s Instagram stories. 

“Maybe they just see me as a friend, you know?” 

“Itadori, I did not curate your profile for someone to tap on it because they ‘see you as a friend’.” 

The table is quiet—even Megumi’s stopped eating, cheek resting on his palm.

“You cannot tell me that someone tapped on your profile after seeing that bait photo of you with your dog and Fushiguro’s dog because they wanted to ‘just be friends’.” 

Yuuji has nothing else to say, eyes wide and mouth completely shut as Nobara goes on to explain (air quotes and all) how his profile is the quintessential design of a boy-next-door who anyone is bound to fall for. 

Only when she’s done, having exposed every single detail about your relationship (friendship?) that Yuuji never even knew she knew, does Megumi speak. 

“I wouldn’t be talking to someone everyday for three months straight if I didn’t like them that way.” 

.

.

.

You’re horrible. 

Yuuji should honestly just stop talking to you at this point. 

You’ve declined a meet-up three times for god’s sake. 

Each time, he’s been so nice about it too, telling you that it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it. That he’ll definitely treat you to a big meal when you finally do meet—to make up for all the wrong timings. 

He’s not the problem, it’s you. 

Yuuji hasn’t replied to your text since yesterday, and you honestly wouldn’t blame him if he completely stopped because, why bother if his advances have been blocked every single time anyway? 

You’d get it, would completely understand if he ghosted you now. 

But… there’s no denying the way your stomach drops when you think about it. 

You’ve clicked open your phone five times in the past 10 minutes, and every time it vibrates, you rush to check it, hoping it’s him. 

This is the last time, you swear to yourself—the sign. 

If he asks you again one more time, you’ll finally do it. No more excuses, no more chickening out at the last minute. 

(You pray to whatever god is out there that he does.

And just as you’re about to go to bed, a notification pops up)

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12:03 a.m. 

Itadori Yuuji 

> hey! slr!! someone on the team got injured so we had to rush him in

> it was a whole thing

> but i hope your back’s doing better! are the stretches i sent helping?

12:05 a.m. 

Itadori Yuuji

> also no pressure at all but there’s a game this saturday in our area

> was wondering if you’d like to drop by? 

> no worries if you’re busy though! 

> just let me know so i can get a pass for you 🫡

.

.

.

The cafe you agreed to meet at is busier than you expected, ceramics clinking and the coffee machines working double time as an influx of customers line up by the cashier. 

You’re thankful for the noise, the endless chatter around you drowning out each rapid pulse of your heart beat. 

Do you bow? Shake his hand? Wave?  

You’re so nervous, you might not even get a word in at all. 

It should be any minute now, based on his texts. 

You do your best to distract yourself, looking around the cafe and fiddling with the straps of your bag.

But the doors swing open, and you turn to see who’s come in—

It’s him. Itadori Yuuji in the flesh. 

The guy you’ve spent the past few months talking to, laughing at his jokes and sharing pieces of your day-to-day with. 

As he looks around for you, you take a few minutes to soak in this moment. Still too good to be true: black polo shirt hugging the expanse of his chest, his pink hair styled boyishly; there’s a natural brightness to him that draws you in, almost like his personality shines outward, charming you the more you look at him. 

—and when your gazes meet, he smiles, eyes crinkling, lighting up at the sight of you as he raises his hand and finally, waves. 

.

You don’t know what took you so long to finally say yes, but thank god you did. 

Because aside from all the qualities that make him a kind of boy-next-door and a golden retriever boy all packed in one, you’re becoming well aware that Itadori Yuuji’s biggest asset is the way his ass looks tight, hugged snuggly by his pants as you watch from the stands.

a/n: coming up with this idea was so much fun that there's a bunch of lore i wasn't able to include! like: 1) megumi hates yuuji's music and definitely told him to never mention it out of fear that he’ll be rejected even more, 2) yuuji has received messages asking 'who's your friend?' 'is he single?' on the group photo with nobara and megumi, 3) he definitely stunt doubled for sukuna

thank you notes: to @augustinewrites for literally feeding me inspiration for this entire plot omfg this is lowkey her brainchild too & for helping me with dating app research along with @ufo-ikawa 🥺 ily both + @mysugu @soumies for of course listening to me ramble abt this, as you both do with everything else i talk about 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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[afterglowsainz]

obsessed | oscar piastri

summary: in which oscar, your boyfriend, is obsessed with franco, your ex

pairing: reader x oscar piastri, reader x ex!franco colapinto

fc: kaia gerber

a/n: overdone concept with a little twist😋

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[scourgebrother]

you may find this piece of media incomprehensible. i on the other hand see the pattern loud and clear

[luxthestrange]

TOKREV Incorrect quotes#55 Teat time with Hanagaki's

Takemichi is being followed by those who are under his command at home, First, they didn't know Takemichi HAD siblings... second...how did you manage to get all three of them around the table with a tiny teacup filled with tea?...

Taiju*Holding a thing called "Banana bread" and sniffing it curiously*So...It's bread made from Bananas the yellow fruit from your world...

Y/n*Smiles and nods*It is

Taiju: YOU made this bread

Y/n: I did!

Taiju: You can put stuff on it?

Y/n: I meaaan i wouldn't recommend making a sandwich with it but knock yourself out!~

Inui*Is happily chewing at a bread but he is confused by the taste*...This one doesn't taste like bananas...

Y/n*Gleams seeing him eating it* That one has Oreos on it

Inui*Stares at the bread and spots the white and black things, imaginary dog ears and tail pop up wagging*...I like Oreos...

Y/n:Me too!

Kokonoi*Looking at his own bread that is different from Taiju's and Inui*...What's in this one?

Y/n: Chocolate chips!

Kokonoi*On brooding stare at you*...why?

Y/n*Shrugs, looking back at him with a derpy grin*Why not?

Kokonoi*Stares longer at you*Your invited to my birthday party...

Y/n*Gleams knowingly but spots your brother*??

Takemichi*Putting slices of meat and cheese...and making a sandwich with the bananabread*Y/n when you say you wouldn't recommend making a sandwich out of it, this is a suggestion, correct?

Y/n: It's not illegal...

Takemichi*Putting Chips into it and closing it,drooling*Good...Imma need more of this, okay?

It's a rite of passage for any toman member to come to the hanagaki household and get to drink tea or coffee in heart-shape tea cups with the crybaby brother and the derpy smile younger sibling-

[weepingwillowwonder]

here to annoy more mwahahahahha TW! sk!pp¡ng m3@ls

if ur comfortable, could you do some poly! fizz x asmodeus x reader who skips meals??? like, has coffee for breakfast, skips lunch and has a light dinner or smth???maybe with a hint of smut???

if you’re uncomfortable/don’t wanna do this request, i totally understand!!!

You're not annoying at all!!! Thank you for the requests! Also hello againnn~ :) I did my best with this one (except I barely proof read it, oops!)

Side notes: Please please please remember to eat & drink water yal! <3

CW: Talking about meal habits/skipping meals, A bit of angst, kissing, dry humping, choo choo train

[NSFW Under the Cut, MDNI 18+ ONLY]

Welcoming the end of the day, you laid relaxed and especially comfy on the couch with Fizzarolli snuggled up on top of you. You were watching your favorite comfort show on TV, listening to the distant sound of Asmodeus humming and shuffling around in the next room over. "Is anyone hungry? I'm thinking of making burgers~" he suggests, peeking his head around the corner with his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. 

Fizzarolli, who gasps excitedly, almost launches himself off the couch when he shoots up from his position. You fling your arms out to hold him steady by his hips as he bounces in your lap with a raised hand. "Ooo! Me me me me!" You grunt as he almost knocks the wind out of you. "I think he wants burgers," you giggle out jokingly. He sticks his tongue out at you and you return the childish gesture, earning a chuckle from Asmodeus. "Alright alright! So that makes two burgers." He then calls your name in a gentle voice, "Would you like one? I can make you something else too if you'd like…?"

Before you realize, you're blurting out, "Oh no, I'm okay! I already ate." Asmodeus hums in thought. "Well, what did you have to eat?" You swallow. Technically you DID eat today, just earlier…

"I had the leftovers from last night! They were so yummy even a day later!" Now why did you feel the need to say that? You tried to give him your most convincing grin, knowing you were lying straight through your teeth. He watched you carefully for a moment. The pause silence was enough to even calm Fizzarolli down, now both of them eyeing you suspiciously. Asmodeus sighs in defeat and makes his way into the kitchen. "Alright, well let me know if you change your mind. You know I’ll make anything you want, baby." 

Once Asmodeus is back in the kitchen, Fizzarolli's focus shifts back to you. His hands settle on your tummy as he straddles you. "Babeee," He calls to you teasingly. You give him a smile and call back to him in a similar tone,  "Yes babeee?" When he leans down to give you peck on the lips, you giggle and reach up to tug on his shirt, pulling him in closer to kiss you again. The temperature in the room seems to skyrocket as the kiss quickly gets more heated. You pull away briefly to catch your breath, only for him to chase you back into the kiss.

 Keeping your lips connected he maneuvers his legs between yours and slides his hands along your thighs. Grabs the backs of your knees, he slowly pushes you into a mating press and grinds himself against you. You gasp at the feeling of his hardon dragging against your core, trying your best to match his rhythm in your position. He pulls away and begins  kissing along your jaw, continuing to move your hips together. "Mmm baby, tell me something..". You offer him a whiny ‘mhm’ at the sound of his gruff voice. "What all DID you eat today?" He asks matter of factly. Confused, you let out a breathy 'what?' in response as you lift your hips against him, seeking more of his touch.

He murmurs the question again into your neck, pulling away just enough to see your reaction. You look up at him as he continues to hump himself against you, making you moan out softly, "mm...what do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, leaning down to give you a slower, sweeter kiss, then sits up, still holding your thighs. "I meaaan, what all did you have to eat today? You SAID you ate earlier, but what did you have?"  You blink up at him slowly before answering, "I told you guys I had left ov-" He cuts you off. "I know what you said…”, His voice starts to get quiet, more careful. “But I also know that's not true..." 

Shit. But how would he know that...? "I-I'm not sure what you-" he cuts you off again. "Babes, I ate the rest of the leftovers this morning for breakfast." You swallow and shift uneasily under him, even as his finger run comforting circles along your thigh. "So what did you actually eat today?" He asks again gently. You avert your eyes and laugh awkwardly, already knowing how this conversation was going to go. "Well, I had an iced coffee and one forth of a cookie this morning...hey, don't look at me like that!" He covers his face, fighting a smile "I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking at you any type of a way..." You grumble back, "You were...anyway I was..." A pause.. "...busy today so i forgot about lunch, but as soon as I got home I had some soup and crackers.."

"Babe, you came home with Ozzie at 11 this morning. It’s now 9 o'clock at night. " He says in a scolding tone. "Mhm yeah, I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'd rather you kiss me," you say dismissively. Stretching your arms out, you make grabbing motions with your hands towards him. Fizzarolli leans back from your touch, making you frown and drop your arms. "Hun, you NEED to eat. And I don’t mean just coffee or soup either. You need REAL food! You can't take care of your body properly if you're not getting the right nutrition. Trust me, I know more than anyone how hard it is, but you'll only make yourself sick..." 

You know he's only trying to help you, but you can't help but feel defensive and snap back. "I DO eat Fizzarolli and I'm perfectly fine! I don't need you talking to me like I'm some child or something, telling me what to do." He falls backwards as you suddenly sit up and move off the couch, storming away into the hallway. As he sits in shock for a moment, trying to process how things escalated so quickly, Asmodeus peeks around the corner. "...Is everything alright in here?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together in worry. Asmodeus watches as Fizzarolli throws himself on the couch and lets out a muffled yell into the cushion. He then sits up and sighs, "I ate yesterday's leftovers." Frowning, Asmodeus crosses his arms. “What do you mean? I thought baby said-" 

"Yeah well baby lied. And on top of that they barely ate anything today! I just-," he takes in a shaky breath, wringing his hands together. "I'm just worried, ya know? I know what it's like...I don't want baby going through that..."

~~~

Meanwhile, in the room you're sprawled out in bed, yelling into the pillow you have squished on your face. You then lay still for a moment, trying to calm yourself down your heavy breathing. You do find some comfort in the softness of the pillow, using it as an attempt to hug your problems away. The click of the bedroom door opening and the soft call of your name has you holding your breath. Light footsteps make their way to the bed, and you hear and feel the springs make way for someone else. 

You hear your name again and surrender when the pillow is moved from your face. Asmodeus gives you a knowing smile and moves to prop himself up next to you. "Sweetheart," he starts, wrapping an arm around you. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?” You don’t immediately decline, mulling over the previous conversation with your other partner in your head. “I dunno… I just got upset I guess…I really didn’t mean to yell at Fizz…” You roll to face away from him and he pulls you closer. “I know you didn’t mean it…I think he knows that too.” He kisses the top of your head. “You know you shouldn’t miss meals hun, we’ve talked about this before. Froggy and I..we’re just worried about you because we love you.” 

You can’t help the tears that threaten to fall, nor the soft sniff of your nose that breaks the silence in the room. “I’m sorry…” The arms around you tighten and you find yourself tucked under Asmodeus’s chin. “It’s okay baby...” He murmurs comfortingly. “We’re here for you every step of the way.” You both stay cuddled like that for some time before he suggests rejoining Fizzarolli since he had been eating alone. Reluctantly you agree, gathering yourself and making your way into the kitchen. 

To your surprise, there were only two place settings at the table, one where Asmodeus sat down to eat and the other where Fizzarolli was sitting. You sit down in a chair next to them and look over to Fizzarolli. “Hi…” you speak to him shyly. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a gentle smile. “Hi…” He responds. Asmodeus interestedly watches you to share your awkward exchange, biting into his food.

Ready to peel off the bandaid, you begin to apologize, not for forgetting to eat, but for speaking to your partner harshly when he was only trying to express his concern. Fizzarolli listens and offers you the same, knowing that it’s a sensitive topic for you. After you talk things through, he asks if you’d like a hug, which you accept graciously. When you sit back down you notice Fizzaroli cutting into his burger with a fork and knife. Odd. 

He takes a small piece and turns to you, suddenly making train sounds. “Choo choo choo! Here comes the train!” You stare at him dumbly as the fork moves closer to your lips. “Open wideeee!” Rolling your eyes, you let out a laugh and open your mouth, taking the fork in your mouth. He grins looking between you and Asmodeus as you slowly chew the food, preparing another forkful for you. Asmodeus coos from the other side of the table, watching you take another bite. “Good job baby, if you can finish some more we can have WHATEVER you want for dessert~”  

[heartfeltcherie]

Lucifer x shy Baker reader

very first lucifer story and i can’t tell if i like it or hate it lol but i hope u guys enjoy it!! :)

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sugar. butter. flour.

that’s how most of your days went — baking pastries in one of hell’s finest bakeries, serving regular, everyday sinners, to the fanciest overlords of hell. it was tiring work, starting everything from scratch each and every morning and making sure every bite would be the freshest it could be.

you, yourself, weren’t an overlord — just a normal city goer on the streets of pentagram city, doing your job to make a living. even in hell you’re expected to pay rent; but i guess that’s why it’s called hell.

the door chimes, signalling a customer entering your quiet little bakery that smelled of strawberries and sweetness.

“hello, darling” and there he was — lucifer morningstar, the king of hell, himself. you look up from where you were putting the last of your pies in the display case, your cheeks becoming as red as the strawberries you cut up earlier. “oh, your majesty! hello!” you make your way to the front counter, hoping he doesn’t realize how flustered he makes you merely by his own presence.

oh, he absolutely notices. and it feeds his ego tenfold.

he rests his elbow on the counter, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

“i believe i ordered a dozen of your finest cupcakes. shaped like ducks, to be more precise” you chuckle to yourself — who knew the king of hell would get so much enjoyment out of rubber ducks? “let me go get those for you, your majesty”

“oh, dear, there’s no need for formalities. lucifer’s just fine. especially since i’m in here oh-so often” he looks at you with half lidded eyes, raising his eyebrows at you. he knows exactly what he’s doing to you when he speaks in that tone.

you try not to stumble over your own two feet as you get the fancy pink box that has a clear lid, perfectly displaying his highness’s order. you can feel yourself trying not to shake with nerves because satan, he’s so beautiful. “i’m beginning to think you come in here for more than just the sweets i bake” you place the box with fragile goods down in front of him on the counter. lucifer chuckles at your statement, drawing small circles with his pointer finger on your counter. “oh, really? and what makes you say that, hm?”

“i-i don’t know… maybe it’s just an observation, but you come here more than the regulars. and when you do, you usually strike up a conversation with me for hours on end until i have to tell you we’re closed” you chuckle shyly, recalling the countless times lucifer has come in just to talk to you, or give you so many compliments that turn you into a blushing mess.

you don’t understand why he has specific interest in you; he barely knows you, and you him. only in the fairytales in your mind are happily holding hands together.

“oh! haha! that!” he looks nervous, fiddling with his jacket lapels and wiping none existent dirt off his sleeves, not realizing how many times he’s come in just to see you. but he can’t help it, he’s craving the sweetness you give off of lavender and daydreams that it spins him poetic; and he hopes that maybe one day you’ll let him have a taste (you will). “i suppose you just have a way of… drawing me in, i-i guess”

“i just work here, lucifer… you don’t even know me”

“well then, perhaps we should change that then, don’t you think?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head like a small puppy. lucifer’s heart nearly beats out of his chest. “what do you mean?”

“i meaaan… come by! a-and share some cupcakes with me! and we can also have tea! or chocolate milk! we don’t even have to have the cupcakes! i can get something made for us! michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte!”

you giggle at his excitement and lucifer swears he could listen to that sound for the rest of eternity.

“i-i get off work at five?” you ask with a shy smile, pink dusting your cheeks at the thought of a date with the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. “then i shall see you then, my dear” he kisses the back of your hand with a gentleness that leaves your head spinning as he picks up the box of duck-shaped cupcakes and walks out of your bakery.

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[gutterfuuck]

🌿heyyyy so.. this is probably Kind of out of your comfort zone but could we get some subby mark ? Bats Eyelashes

not at all out of my zone, i will call you leafie anon! if you do not like, as always you can let me know!! just a heads up for future asks/anons: if i am uncomfortable with an ask, i will tell you! but do not be discouraged, i will tell you what i am not comfy with and if you like, you can change. if not, that is fine.

gn!reader (i’m 99% sure), nsfw, mdni, footjob (not really foot fetish), dacryphilia, mark gets nose bleeds when he’s super turned on i don’t make the rules, edging, begging, dick slapping, lmk if anything is missed!!

mark who sits with his knees spread open on the floor below you, his cheek nuzzling against your thigh as you slid your foot up and down his slick cock, precum staining your cotton stockings. he’d be drooling, staring up at you through his eyebrows. “ghgn..-“ he’d wine, your foot pressing down on his crotch before you’d get back to stroking it up and down again, rubbing his leaky cockhead with the heel of your foot.

mark with his eyes covered, vision obscured by a tie that you had found in his closet, his hands bound together with your t-shirt. his toned thighs would flex as you jerked his cock up and down, stopping just as he twitched, “pleasee just lemme cum… y/n, don’t be so meaaan..-“ he’d choke out, your grip loosening when he tried to get more friction by bucking his hips forwards. you’d only tut at him, your hand lightly slapping his dick, mark’s head lolling back with a deep and hearty moan that made you squeeze your thighs together.

mark with his mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tightly, trying not to move inside of you as you had instructed him. you could tell that he was struggling, whenever his eyes would open to peek down at how you swallowed up his cock inside of you his eyes would roll behind his eyelids, “o-oh jesus..” he’d hiss, your small hand wrapping around his strong neck, fingers pressing into either sides of his windpipe. “holy- f-fuckkk..” mark would stutter, almost painting your insides right then and there.

mark who takes you to get your nails done almost every weekend, so he can feel you scratch up his back when he’s fucking into you, balls slapping against your ass rhythmically while mark whispered little “thank you”’s into your ear, tears wetting his eyelashes when he was sure that you had made his back bleed. he was kind of a masochist, you had to be if you were a hero. you’re being beaten up 24/7, you might as well as make the most out of it.

mark gets nosebleeds when his head is in your lap, suckling on your tits as one of your hands strokes through his inky black locks, your other hand milking his cock, taking enjoyment in the way that his whole body twitched and he couldn’t help but bite down on your nipple when you squeezed him around the base firmly, tilting his head and body up so he could kiss your lips. he was so cute like this, looked so fucked out and defeated. just for you.

bonus—!

puppyboy!mark in heat who loses his mind when you let him mount you, your hand tightly gripping his leash that was around his neck, holding your hips and stretching out your tight walls, his mind foggy as he babbled incoherently; “‘m a g-good boy, right..? i’ve been good- p-please lemme cum inside— oh, oh god, haah~ pleaseplease ill do anything, just let me pump you full of my pups..!” and how could you resist him, his drool leaking out of his mouth and wetting the back of your nape, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted heavily, messy thrusts becoming messier and messier.

[pandorxxx]

You’ve got me

Neteyam x Omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: passed around reader (neighborhood ho3) dom-reader, sub-Teyam, neck grabbing, intense orgasm, (Neteyam passing out) fluff at the end. (The tiniest bit of angst)

Synopsis: You were known as a girl who got around often. However, that didn’t stop Neteyam. He still wanted you. Maybe it was nothing but lust at first, but feelings get involved quickly

“Shit shit shit, mmm- pl-please y/n! I-can’t!” Neteyam cried, watching you bounce on him with vigor, trying to milk him for the 6th time tonight.

“Yes you can, big boy. I thought you could take it remember? You were talking all that shit earlier.” You spoke sensually in his ear, before sucking the lobe. He shut his eyes tightly, a groaning mess under you.

He was on the brink of loosing it. He had already passed out a few times, and he was on the verge of doing it again. He thought back to the lust filled conversation you two had earlier, and how he underestimated you.

*flashback begins*

“I’ve been dying to fuck you for so long.” He smirked. He had you backed into the wall, his large hand above your head as he glared down at you, nothing but lust in his eyes.

“You sure about that, baby? I know your friends talk about me.” You spoke sensually, pulling him closer by his waist. You had a bit of a reputation, and Neteyam knew that. If he was being completely honest, he couldn’t care fucking less. He just wanted to try you out, see what every other male in the clan was talking about.

Every male in the clan spoke very highly of you, and your many talents. “Oh, y/n? Shes such a fucking slut, the best I’ve ever had. She’d definitely give it up if you asked.” They’d confess to Neteyam, reminiscing on all the times they had their turn.

“Mhm, they do. But I’m not worried about that. I want you.” He spoke lowly, bending down to leave soft kisses on your neck, leaving you completely breathless.

“You think you can keep up with me? I’m really intense baby. Especially with someone I like.” You panted, feeling the pool in your loincloth find its way down your thighs.

“Oh, so you like me, huh?” He asked in between leaving hickeys on your neck. His hand slid down to your loincloth band, ripping it off of your hips. His hand trailed to your dripping cunt, playing with the slit to coat his fingers in your essence.

“The real question is…” he started, lifting you up by your thighs, pinning you on the wall. “Can you keep up with me?” He bit his bottom lip before kissing you passionately. And just like that, he had you right where he wanted you. He didn’t know where he went wrong, however. Now, you were ontop of him, taking his soul with every bounce to his lap.

*flashback ends*

“Babyyy! I-I already came 5 fucking times! Isn’t th-that enough??!” He cried, tears streaming down his puffy eyes as you did your dance on him.

“I like even numbers…” you whispered against his lips, glaring into his eyes as you sped up the pace. His mouth fell slightly agape, his drunk eyes narrowing as he watched you sit up on him.

“You wanna give it to me? Or should I take it? It’s your choice Neteyam.” You giggled deliriously, using his chest as leverage to bounce on him at full speed.

“Ahh-ha! Uhh fuuuck! J-just take it, please! I-I can’t keep up with you!” He whined, shaking his head from side to side in disbelief. He was so delirious that he couldn’t even keep still. Trying his best to find some kind of relief from the over stimulation.

“P-leassssee slow down!” He whimpered, face screwing in intensity. He grabbed your hips lazily, trying to slow you down but you sucked him of all his energy, similar to that of a succubus. Only this wasn’t a dream, as much as he wished it was.

“You know…you talk a meaaan game Neteyam. When deep down, you’re really just a newbie at this. Waiting in line to get a taste, right? Well, now you have me. So fucking take it.” You spoke in your sensual tone, slowing down your pace to rock back and forth on him.

“I-I can’t take it, baby. Tis too m-ngh!- much for me!” He whimpered, covering his face with his large hands, in hopes of avoiding intense eye contact with you.

“Why are you f-fucking me like thissss?” He groaned, hands finding their way to his sweaty forehead, eyes shut tightly from the intensity.

“I like you sooo much, Teyam. I-I’ve been wanting to give it to you for a long time.” You moaned, shifting your hands to his neck, gripping it tightly. Nothing but clapping sounds and loud moans filled the hut.

“Ok! Ok! I-I’m right here. I-I’m not going anywhere, I promise baby! Juuuust *thrust* s-looow *thrust* downnn!” He whined, gripping your wrists as his head flew back in intense pleasure.

“Not until you fill me up again!” You moaned, feeling his swollen tip slam against your sweetspot with every hard bounce to his lap.

“Shiiitt! You’ve milked me of e-everything I have y/n, please!” his voice was horse, exhausted even. His eyes opened and closed slowly, and his body went limp under you. Signaling that he was going to pass out for the 4th time tonight.

“Wake up, teyam! I’m almost done with you, I promise.” You whined, smacking him across the face a couple of times, and nothing. His eyes were blank, tears slowly flowing out of the corners. His limp body twitched ever so slightly with every bounce. He finally came to with the loudest gasp, eyes wide as heavy breaths followed.

“There you are, baby.” You moaned, leaning down to give him a passionate kiss. You pecked his quivering lips, as his whole body shook, preparing for his 6th orgasm.

“I-I’m gonna fucking cum y/n. I-I just can’t take this shit anymore.” He spoke with his strained and low voice, shaking his head from side to side slowly, tears streaming down the sides of his face.

“Go ahead, Teyam. You deserve it. You did such a good fucking job!” You whined, kissing his neck passionately. Your orgasm was approaching you too, causing your entire body to shake.

“Oh! Great mother yes!” He whimpered, eyes rolling back as he painted your walls for the 6th time. A series of moans followed as he watched your pelvises stick together with every meeting.

“Tell me how much you love this pussy!” You growled, tightening your grip around his bruised neck. “I-I love this fucking pussy.” He spoke deliriously, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you fall apart on top of him.

“Mmm! Teyam, I-Im cumming!” You screamed, convulsing on top of him as your juices flowed down the sides of his hips. “Mhmmm.” Was all he managed to get out as he nodded his head lazily, falling in and out of consciousness. You finally slowed down on him, riding out your high with a series of moans. Neteyam was out cold again, head slumped to the side as his chest moved up and down calmly.

“Neteyam?” You spoke in a concerned tone, snapping your fingers in-front of his face. His hips moved around underneath you, trying to find a comfortable position.

“m’ sooo tired.” He mumbled, lifting you off of him lazily, pushing you to the side before turning his back to you, getting comfortable on the cot. Your heart sank to your stomach, ears going flat, tail tucking between your legs. He got what he wanted, and forgot all about you. Leaving you cold and alone with your own thoughts.

He was just like every other male in this clan. And it hurt your feelings that he couldn’t care fucking less about you. You’d been searching for the right mate this whole time, and you thought that the only way to achieve this was to give yourself to a man in the most vulnerable way possible. And you kept giving, and giving, but nothing was working. You thought Neteyam would be different, that he would be the one. But it seemed as if you were wrong…yet again.

Your eyes filled with tears, making your vision blurry. Your throat was tight, and no amount of swallowing was helping you. Your heart was in physical pain, and there was no way of setting this fire out. You turned around to the wall, laying down as tears streamed down your cheeks. Suddenly, the cot started to move, and 2 strong arms engulfed you in a warm embrace.

His chest was firm against your back. You could feel his beating heart. His soft snoring in your ear calmed you. His tail wrapping around the two of you before he pulled you closer into him. It warmed your heart. No other male had ever made you feel this protected. “Teyam?” You asked hesitantly, caressing the strong arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Mmm?” He hummed, pulling you in closer, if that was even possible. “A-Are you gonna leave me? After you wake up?” You asked in a defeated tone, already feeling as if you knew the answer.

“Only to get my things…and move them in here. You’re mine now. And I’m not going anywhere. I want to show you different than what you’re used to.” He spoke lazily, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, leaving his scent all over you. You had never felt more relieved in your life. Finally finding comfort in a man’s embrace.

“What? Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” He mumbled, holding you tightly as if you were going to get up and walk away from him.

“Never. I want this. I want you.” You confessed, kissing his arm before closing your eyes in comfort. A lighthearted smile crept across his face, kissing the top of your head before speaking.

“You’ve got me…”

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[beenbaanbuun]

Hey Bunny! I hope you’re doing well <3 so I got this thing with that one interview Hongjoong and Mingi did during his Halazia hair phase.. he looked so damn good with the styling and outfit and the ROSARY 😫 I was wondering if you would be open to the idea of Priest!Mingi and assistant reader, Mingi degrading the reader when she confesses that she thinks of a certain someone in an unholy way. MEAAAN dom Mingi, punishing her for the way she looks at him during service and being told of such sinful things by his assistant. anyway! Thank you so much <3

warnings - priest!mingi, sex in church, oral (m!recieving), throat fucking, degredation, mean dom! mingi, oh god i’m going to hell…

so idk if any of you have seen fleabag but hot priest!mingi is not something i knew i needed until now.

like i’m just thinking about the whole confession scene where fleabag ends up on her knees in front of him, and whilst the hot priest has it in him to walk away, i just know mingi does not.

because for all his talk of being a holy man, this man knows deep down that he is nothing but a slut. perhaps he thought becoming a priest would cure him of his sexual cravings, but instead the abstinence just made it all worse. especially when you started working in his place of worship. such a pretty thing willing to do anything he asks for? you’re sent by the devil as a temptation, he’s sure of it.

the way you look at him during service only proves his theory. how you sit there with your lips agape, practically begging for him to shove something between them, and the way you clench your thighs whenever he speaks to the congregation; it all works against him, reverting him back to the depraved man he was before becoming holy.

so when the two of you end up in the confession booth one evening, he can’t help but hold his breath in anticipation. he prays to his god that he has the courage to power through whatever it is you’re going to tell him. he prays for the ability to control himself, and promises to make up for his sins in any way he can. for a moment, he thinks it’s enough, but then you start talking, and just your voice is enough the make his dick jump in his pants. that’s when he knows for certain you were sent by the devil.

“forgive me father for i have sinned,” you mutter, breath bated as you wait for him to respond. this is a bad idea, you tell yourself. getting horny every time mingi steps into a room is bad enough, but telling him about it feels so much dirtier. perhaps you should keep it a secret; take it to the grave. beg for forgiveness at st. peters gate.

“tell me your sins,” mingi responds, voice breathy. it’s enough to send your mind stumbling into that dark place again. you thought church to be a holy place, so why did you feel more at kin with the devil right now.

“i’ve been having… thoughts, father,” you begin, “sinful thoughts. thoughts i shouldn’t be having outside of wedlock.”

mingi sucks in a breath, tipping his head back until it hats the back of his side of the confession booth. the thud makes you jump in place, but no more so than the noise that follows. a low grunt that seems to echo through the booth. images of what he could be doing in there fill your brain, and you desperately try to shun them away.

“and who are you having these thoughts about?” you’re sure that behind his gravelly voice you can hear the sound of a zipper. you cant help but let your mind spiral even further as images of the man, sweaty with cock in hand, fill your brain. you struggle to hold in the whimper that crawls up your throat.

“you, father,” you whisper, feeling nothing but ashamed of your confession, “i have these thoughts about you.”

silence follows, eerie and daunting. you cant blame him for that; it must be a shock to find out his assistant has been thinking about doing unholy things with him. you can’t help but feel immeasurable guilt for thinking about him in that way, and perhaps you were right when you pondered just taking it to the grave. his silence doesn’t help soothe your concerns in the slightest.

but then the curtain before you is ripped open, and mingi stands before you looking like sin itself. his black shirt is wide open to reveal the smooth skin of his chest. his zipper - you knew you’d heard it - is open, making space for his hand to palm at his boxer-clad crotch. you swallow down your drool as you look into his eyes; dark and menacing as he stares into your soul.

“get on the floor,” he spits. you quickly shuffle off of the bench, dropping to your knees before him. you watch as his thumb circles the wet patch on his boxers, a guttural moan exiting his plush lips as he digs his thumb in slightly. it’s a sight to behold, the way he bites into his bottom lip and scrunches his face up in pleasure. you can’t look away.

“fucking slut,” he pants to himself as he hurries to push his trousers and boxers down past his hips. his dick bounces as it’s freed from its material cage, and upon seeing it you moan. long and hard and thick and everything you’ve ever dreamed of it being. you want to crawl forwards to take a closer look, but before you can, mingi takes a step forward.

his cock it eye level now, and you can’t help but study it. the perfect pink mushroom tip that drips pearlescent liquid from its slit. the silken skin that covers the shaft, glistening with sweat as the dim lights from the confessional booth shine down upon it. the thick vein that runs from his sack to the top, throbbing as it begs for your touch.

“father,” you whisper, looking up at his face with wide eyes.

“what is it, slut?” he spits down at you, “tell me what you want.”

you glance to his dick before looking up at him again. he chuckles darkly, “where has that slutty little tongue gone?” he taunts, “you seemed to have no problem telling me about your sinful thoughts a minute ago, yet now you can’t even tell me what you want? perhaps you’re dumber than i gave you credit for.”

you open your mouth to say something, but clamp it shut when you can’t find the words. mingi just tuts at you from where he stands, waiting impatiently for you to say something.

“please, father,” you feel your face heat up at you stumble over your words, “please may i touch you?”

he scoffs.

“touch me?” a hand grabs your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks in a way that makes your lips pucker. there’s bound to be red crescents on your face, left by his fingernails that show no mercy, digging in to the point where it makes you wince, “you think i’d let a whore like you touch me?”

you whine.

“pathetic,” he grunts as he lets you go. you can’t find the courage to move your hands to massage at your aching jaw. you let it hurt as he presses his fingers to your lips, forcing themselves into your mouth to pull down your bottom jaw. when it’s completely slack, he let’s go and steps closer yet again, “you’re going to pay for what you’ve done, little girl. just sit there and take it, and maybe if you please me, we can talk about your forgiveness.”

he waits to see if you’ll close your mouth, but you don’t. you want this.

and with that, he presses and hand to the back of your head and forces his dick into your mouth, pushing it forward until it hits a barrier at the back of your throat. you choke, but he doesn’t pull back. he just lets it sit there, effectively gagging you until there are tears pooling up in the corners of your eyes and drool threatening to cascade down your chin.

his face is stony as he stares you down, watching you struggle for air so prettily. he pulls back briefly, taking a little mercy on you before pushing back in just as hard as the first time. you barely have time to gasp for air before it’s ripped away from you once again.

he pushes in further, feeling your tight throat clench around his cock and he almost cums on the spot. so warm and wet and tight around him that he can’t help but cry out in pleasure as he pulls back once more.

you’re grateful as he lets you take in a few breaths before delving in once again, this time thrusting messily back and forth. you gag every time he hits your uvular, but it doesn’t seem to deter him. it only eggs him on, driving him to go harder and faster with every single thrust.

he’s close, he realises as he feels you try to swallow around him. your face is already a mess with spit and tears, but he can’t help but feel like you’ll look even prettier with his cum painting your face too.

he pulls out completely, thrusting into his fist a couple of times. the dam breaks quicker than he expected, and the white spurts of liquid that erupt from his tip fall perfectly on your face. you close your eyes just in time for some to land on your eyebrow, dripping down to mix with the tears that have yet to stop flowing.

“pretty little slut,” he hums once he’s finished cumming, and his cock begins to soften in his grasp. he chuckles, “go clean your face up, okay? you have five minutes before i come looking; i want a taste of that slutty little hole next.”

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Back for seconds~- Rosie x fem reader One Shot

A/N: Hi Hi no I did not just disappear from tumblr for like 3 weeks no what do you mean? Anyway, here’s a Rosie x reader because we need more of those as a community. Come on Hazbin Tumblr, we can do it! art: @bat-boness on tumblr ^^

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"Rrrossiee, I loovee you sooo soo mucch" You slur your words as you head into the restaurant's bathroom, hand in hand with your partner. You were originally supposed to leave the facility after dessert, but your cannibalistic bae had other ideas in mind, especially as she saw you in this state of intoxication.

She’s mean that way.

She gently drags you into the first stall, and pushes you up against the wall.

"Stay quiet for me, my sweet?" Rosie giggles, and gentle pecks your neck.

"Goodness knows what will happen if anyone saw an overlord in such a state of disarray, hm?"

"I don't care, as long as I have my Rosie with me," You give her a sloppy kiss, which she returns, pleased. She then attends to biting and sucking on your neck, guiding her hands in between your chest under your shirt, with your drunken ass whimpering at the stimulation.

"I swear, you are going to be the death of me," you mutter under your breath. The smug Overlord taps spreads your legs with her porcelain and soft hands. You shiver as your legs split, inviting her to do God knows what. “But it doesn’t matter, because I looovee youuu~”

Rosie hums, while you ramble on, tending to your went cunt dripping beads of precum.

Her hands rub between your bud, causing you to make not so family friendly sounds.

You look up at the bright ceiling, panting like a dog in the summer, and you feel Rosie tug at your tie, signalling for you to not to look away. You oblige, your darling partner calls the shots as far as you're concerned.

"Hng, Rosie, go slower, I can't keep up," your pleas are heard, but Rosie does the exact opposite of your request, gnawing on your clit with her fangs, making your moans louder and more frequent. She then suck the blood that she drew from you.

You gasp when you feel the tug of your tie choke you a little too much for comfort.

"Apple Pie, I thought I said be quiet. It's rude to be disruptive in public spaces you know~"

You whine quietly in response.

Which continues Rosie and her session of lapping up all the juices flowing out of you.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long until you've reached your climax; you couldn't contain yourself anymore.

Rosie must have sensed it too, because her claws dig into your thighs, a warning to not dare come on her face.

Dear Rosie must looove making you suffer, eh? The pulse in your wet cunt is like a heartbeat. Your insides coil and contract, begging to release its load.

And just you were about to give up and let it all out, Rosie stops, looks up at your dishevelled, flushed and sweating face, and does nothing except let out a devillish cackle.

Goodness, you've always loved her laugh, but this time, it just sent blood rushing to your cheeks.

"I- need a moment-" You mumble to fix up your appearance.

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"Well, that was quite the sustainful meal" Rosie sighs at her reflection in the mirror, looking pleased with herself, and fixing her lipstick.

"Rossieee, that was soo meaaan!" You whine.

Her only reply is another giggle and gives you a peck on the cheek, leaving you with a ghostly black lip mark on your face.

"Aw, don't fret my sweet, I'll make it up to you later"

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