#꒰ asks ⋆˙⟡𐙚

[loverboysturn]

birdie’s last ig story of chris?

[mrsarnold]

ambessa x reader who has a toddler OR

vi x pregnant!reader

be my be my baby !. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : pregannt hcs with arcane girls!

pair : arcane girls x fem!reader

warn : none! pure fluff, idk what else

note : i couldn't choose one so why not all, thank @heart4caitlin for helping me bless u king

when jinx finds out she was excited. you told her through a carving when she was teaching you how to make stuff with wood. jinx is the type of person to make mostly everything for the baby. she's also extremely protective btw, like goes crazy when she cant find you because she doesnt want you or the baby hurt, and also because shes scared you left her.

i also feel like jinx would be like REALLY overwhelmed with knowing her s/o is pregnant especially if its after silco died. jinx would try to make baby bombs for the baby but they were a huge no once you found out

i can vision her talking and painting the baby bump too. plans on teaching her child everything that she knows with building and refuses reader to buy the baby clothes and essentials bc jinx wants to make everything. she also refuses reader to but the baby clothes and essentials bc jinx wants to make everything

also she would be incharge decorating the babies room and has her signature everywhere and little monkies.

when vi finds out i feel how the way you would tell vi is the normal way and just showing her the test i fear.. vi definitely falls asleep with her hand on your bump aswell as telling the baby bump stories about her childhood adventures while reader is sleeping. adding onto that vi would ban allowing reader to let the baby have anything similar to her childhood adventures because she doesn't want the poor baby growing up in consent danger.

vi naming the baby the most outrageous names, 'oo we should name them cookie', 'how about brownie', 'chicken wing?', 'NO VI', 'what why :((('. shes the type to fist bump readers belly and she claims the baby kicks her as to fist bump her back. you would want vi to wrap the bow trend on her belly ( iykyk the trend ) and vi would brag about it.

vi making jinx build everything bc vi is to 'busy' buying everything online meanwhile she still freaking out ab being a good mother or not :((. she would aswell beg cait for some help. she would also want to do everything for you, making food (which she sucks at), massaging her feet.

when cait finds out i feel you would do one of those aesthetic boxes thingys and give it to cait and cait is over the moon. cait definitely plans EVERYTHING out. researching for the best doctors around, scheduling every appointment, baby proofing the house, making sure she has everything for the delivery cait would definitely keep the pregnancy on the down low until the baby is born especially from her mom but it was to late when the baby was borm ( iykyk )

caitlyn buying the most expensive and useful stuff for the baby after you convinced her not to. cait also reads first time parenting books just in case and tells you new facts everyday! buying reader expensive but comfy maternal clothes so reader feels better about this situation

OH and speaking of her mom, telling the bump about stories of her mom before she sleeps

when sevika finds out i feel she would find out on date night. she tried to order you wine then you admitted it right there and then. first things first we can agree.. shes so protective oh my gosh, the second anyone looks at you shes killing them. she also fixes everything around the house for you and the baby. she also loves loves feeling the baby kick but hates seeing you in pain so tells the baby to stop.

she also tells silco about the baby and makes him the god father before he dies. speaking of silco ! she tells the baby stories of silco after he dies. also tells the baby stories of jinx's shaninagans 24/7. once again makinv jinx build everything for the baby while she goes around and tell all of zaun if she sees one of them even look at reader wrong she'll kill them i fear

when ambessa finds out i feel you would be nervous to tell her because ambessa is always busy so ambessa finds out by herself. she also gets the most perfect cooks for you and the baby. she's very nervous to tell Mel at first but tells her eventually when its blantly obvious. shes also gets the best designers to design the baby's room.

she also talks to the bump about kino all the time lets be real

[rafesplaymate]

Does stepbro rafe really love step sis like she loves him 🥺

Stepbro!Rafe really does but through actions rather than words.

Like burning in his chest, daydreaming about her when she’s not around, noticing things that remind him of her, bringing her up in every conversation like …

“oh yeah, my sister likes-“

“my sister said-“

“nah man, I gotta get back home to my sis-“ like alright bro we get it.

Waking up thinking about her. Going to sleep thinking about her.

Buying things he knows she would like. Talking about some, “don’t make a big deal out of it, alright?” when she squeals and presses kisses to his face.

Giving her the bigger portion when they spilt something. Or the last appetizer.

Going to the store and getting her pads / tampons. And tossing the pack in her face with a “here, brat” — as she mopes on his bed. Keeping advil in his nightstand for that time of the month.

Straightening or curling the back of her hair where she can’t reach. Making baths for her when she’s whiny. Letting her do skincare on him and wax his eyebrows. Or paint his toes when she’s bored.

Massaging her sore feet and pressing kisses to her toes after a night out in her 5-inch stilettos.

Zipping up her outfits when they’re too tight because she prefers them skin-tight. Lacing up her corsets and shoes, helping her zip up a boot and bending down to slip her mule-stilettos on.

Massaging her scalp when they’re laying down. Rubbing sunscreen or tanning lotion onto her back or digging a dip in the sand so she can lay flat on her stomach and not have her boobs hurt.

Giving her the first bowl-hit he freshly packed. Giving her the fatter line. Ordering for her when she’s too high to talk after a smoke session and they have munchies. Getting her favorite snacks and drink when he goes into the gas station without her asking as she sits pretty in his passenger seat.

Paying for her lash, nail, and wax appointments. So does Ward.

Making people scoot over so she can sit next to him.

Pressing people who make her upset. Men and women alike. Sneering at her mom when they fight. Defending her 24/7.

Making the effort to go out of his way to do things for her.

Doting on her. Missing her. Yearning for her. Protecting her.

Just loving her — TYPE SHIT.

He may not always be the nicest verbally or super-soppy. And he may act like doing these things are doing her a reluctant favor.

And yeah? He may push her and smack her around a bit, he gets real rough with her sometimes (all the time).

But he truly loves her.

His actions say it all.

[amb3r-saurus]

hii,Can you make a one shot of bf!rafe x reader where she is very good friends with sarah and tells her that she is her favorite Cameron and rafe gets jealousplease,and thank you! ୨♡୧

FAVORITE CAMERON

pairing; rafe x gf!reader, sarah x bsf!reader

warnings: none

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 : I’m so sorry for the late upload 😭. Currently going through hell week at school and I’m on the brink of death. Anw I hope you enjoy this!!!

You were sitting on the deck at Tannyhill, the golden glow of the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the well-kept garden. Sarah had convinced you to come over for an impromptu catch-up, and the two of you were sipping iced tea while chatting about everything and nothing at once.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know how you put up with Rafe sometimes,” Sarah said, playfully rolling her eyes. You laughed, swishing your straw around your glass. “He has his moments,” you teased, the corner of your lips curling.

The backdoor swung open with a creak, and speak of the devil: Rafe Cameron strolled out, hands in the pockets of his shorts, clearly fresh from whatever he’d been doing. His sharp blue eyes landed on you instantly, a small grin appearing at the sight.

“There you are,” he said, voice dripping with lazy amusement. “I wondered why it was so quiet inside.” Sarah groaned. “We were having a girls’ moment, Rafe. Take a hint!”

Ignoring her, Rafe crossed over to where you were sitting. He placed both hands on the back of your chair, leaning in closer than he needed to. His cologne mixed with the salty sea breeze made your head spin.

“What are you two talking about?” Rafe asked, his lips grazing your ear just enough to send goosebumps down your arms. “Nothing involving you, Cameron,” Sarah quipped, flicking her brother a disapproving look.

“Relax,” you joked, glancing at Sarah before looking back at Rafe. “She’s still my favorite Cameron.”

Your words hung in the air for a split second before Sarah laughed, making a dramatic fist pump. “Finally, some recognition!”

But Rafe? His reaction was priceless. His jaw visibly tensed, his brows furrowing slightly as he stepped around the chair to plop down beside you. “Excuse me?” he demanded, though there was a playful edge to his tone.

“Oh, don’t be so offended,” you teased, taking a sip from your drink, deliberately keeping your eyes forward. “Sarah is amazing.”

“And I’m not?” Rafe leaned closer, his nose nearly brushing yours. “You have your moments,” you admitted with a sly grin.

“Moments?” His voice was low and faux-wounded, though his smirk was starting to break through. “Okay, fine,” you relented, finally meeting his gaze. “You’re… second best.”

“Second best,” he repeated flatly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, feigning deep betrayal. “Aw, poor baby,” you cooed, reaching over to lightly pinch his cheek. “You’ll live.”

Sarah cackled, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to see her brother knocked down a peg. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Rafe. Just admit it.” Rafe shot his sister a glare but quickly turned his attention back to you. He leaned in, his hand resting lightly on your thigh, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

“You know I’m your favorite,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence that had your heart skipping.

Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer. “We’ll see,” you replied airily, taking another sip of your drink while trying to hide your flustered expression. But judging by Rafe’s satisfied grin, he already knew the truth.

[simonbrain]

thinking about simon being the best with kids despite what he's been through. he can handle a crying infant with ease, and he never yells or makes the little ones feel bad when they start acting fussy and throw their tantrums. he just chuckles and talks to them as softly as possible until they're back to being little angels. he likes to gossip with them about random things and sneak them sweets and chocolate because apparently they're on a sugar ban.

(johnny's missus scolded him for being too soft and always giving in to their demands for sugar, so now there's a massive shortage on the goodies.

"don't tell your parents; they'll bite my head off," simon says as he reveals a bag of sweets, chuckling when his nieces and nephews buzz with excitement and gratefully accept them. how would they cope without their favourite uncle?)

he definitely spoils them; he can't help it. he feels the need to provide them with things he never had growing up, to show them that he's a safe space and that they can rely on him for anything. he isn't much good with words, but he'll try for them.

there's just something about him being surrounded by a bunch of children that makes your heart clench. he's so soft with them; he listens to their babbling and responds appropriately, and he plays and teases just the right amount without ever actually hurting them. it makes you beam so hard your cheeks are beginning to hurt.

it would be nice, wouldn't it? to have your own baby with him. a perfect mix of both your features. your own kid. an entire rugby team, maybe.

when he looks over at you and catches that soft, longing gaze, he knows what you're thinking about, because he's thinking it too. his heart sings at the thought of creating something beautiful with you. maybe it's time to have a chat about making room for something more in your lives.

[ysaefinn]

I just had an angsty idea :00 How about reader trying to break up with Suguru/Satoru (dilf optional lo), not because they don’t love them any more, but because they don’t feel worthy of them and would rather die than actually talk about their feelings?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ANON!??!?!? T^T

I honestly see myself trying to seperate from them bcuz too much love and care all at once will scare tf out of me LMAOO

Emphasis on "trying" you cannot get rid of them lol, once they've both set their sights on you you're not going anywhere, they understand where you're coming from and are very much aware of how overwhelming they can be but to them, but you trying to run away is just another bad habit they need to work on correcting. (because they did see the signs, and they did see this coming)

It doesn't matter whether you communicate your reasons or not because they see right through you, so when the conversation eventually happens, you get a completely different reaction to what you expected, they're not really taking it as seriously as you would a breakup, they have a protocol in place lmao

Suguru gently coaxes you to his lap sideways and Satoru extends your legs over his lap before they ask you to explain yourself (TRAP!!!!!!!) Then they get to work, and suddenly Suguru is almost whispering in your ear with his sweet cooing tone, he's got one hand gently petting your head and the other laid flat on your tummy, the heat radiating from it is enough to get you stammering and stumbling over your words he interrupts you every couple of minutes with a sweet kiss on your lips, or a chast on your cheek. Meanwhile, Satoru's beautiful blue eyes are staring right at your soul and you can't help but feel so bare and vulnerable, coupled with the way his thumb tenderly strokes your ankle and his hand runs up and down the length of your thigh, there's a balance there they work hard to maintain since they learned it keeps you grounded and floaty. And it works as always, at the end of the conversation you're just nodding mindlessly while they tell you about how silly you can be sometimes, and how you shouldn't doubt that you belong with them.

You can't call this lovebombing bcuz they would never ever dream of neglecting you (which I assume is one of the reasons why you feel unworthy in the first place) they just crank up the smothering and it maayyy or may not lead to more than just kissing afterwards i you catch my drift ehehehhehehheheheheh

[obsessivel0v3r]

Ask game:

"Anons- Can I be honest?"

Karma🩸: And like a dog biting its owners' hand, I know I'll regret what I'll do when my emotions get the best of me.

Devotee🪽: I'd watch after you, even if you were to fall in love with someone else.

Twisted 👤: I'd find a way to hack your account and delete/ block everyone you interact with if I could.

Saint 🤍: If you're searching, I wouldn't mind waiting for you. I'll take it as slow as you'd like.

Intertwine 💫: I wish I knew you in real life, I think we'd be good friends.

False innocence 🩰: I actually interact with you from more than one account on here.

Truth‼️: I have done some things, and I'd confess all my truths to you.

Wings 🎭: Would you be fine with getting to know each other? I don't mind if you'd only like to know each other in a platonic way.

Caged 🧸: Do you have a certain person you wish would give you attention? If so why?

Love 🎀: If you could describe your ideal type, what would they be like?

Hate ♦️: I'm really fond of you, but the idea that many feel the same way makes me jealous. Part of me adores you and dislikes you at the same time.

Follower 🔪: I think about following you home and watching you sleep when you think no one's watching.

Pretty 🍒: You let us know a bit about you, (voice/selfie/personality/interest), and I think I would easily fall for you.

Selfish ✨️: I wonder what you'd think of me if I wished I could keep you locked in a cage and find out what goes on in your mind.

Interest 💕: Tell us more about yourself, what's your favorite song/movie/book/show at the moment?

You 🍓: Is there someone in your life that has your interest at the moment?

Me 🧁: Can I interest you in become friends? I enjoy hearing about your day and thoughts.

Sick 🖤: What do you think is too much? What would your boundaries be when it comes to having someone obsess over you/ when you obsess over someone?

Watch 👁: What would you prefer when it comes to stalking?

Smile 💙: Smile, I'm always watching your blog.

Hope 🏳: Would you prefer a yandere or a darling for a partner?

[ccorinthians]

chat can i request older brother!dallas where reader got into a fight at school or something and the principal calls dallas to pick them up bc he’s the emergency contact they put down

୭ৎ . knuckles & patches: your older brother, dallas

you were already outside the school when dallas pulled up, sitting on the curb like you hadn’t just tried to take someone’s head off two hours ago. your knuckles were bruised, blood crusted in a line down your cheek, shirt stretched out like someone’d grabbed it hard.

and most of all, an angry heart.

he didn’t say anything at first. just slammed the car door, slow and heavy, like it weighed a thousand pounds.

all you could hear were his heavy boots against the pavement with each step he took. he trudged forward, no noise escaping his mouth.

you didn’t look up.

he stood there a second, jaw clenched and voice raised.

“nasty bruises.. nasty fuckin’ attitude of yours too, man.”

a pause, then, “the hell happened to you?”

you didn’t answer. not right away. couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“got a call from your damn principal,” he muttered, pacing a slow line in front of the porch. “said my kid sister went full lunatic in the schoolyard. said she laid into some girl like she was in a street brawl. you outta your mind?”

he stepped up onto the porch, slow. lowered himself onto the step beside you.

“hey, did you break her nose?” he asked, finger pointed at you.

“think so.”

he nodded, once—like that was a valid reason to stop being mad. maybe to him, it was.

“ain’t mad you fought,” he said after a bit. “just mad you had to.”

you blinked hard, lookin’ down at your scabbed hands.

he nudged your shoulder with his own. “next time someone runs their mouth, let me handle it.”

“you’d get arrested.”

he grinned, lopsided and mean. such a contrast to how he'd been yelling a couple seconds ago. “yeah, but it ain’t the worst place i’ve been to.”

you laughed, a little. more like a puff of air, but it counted.

he bumped you, staring directly at your busted hands and, well, your face. “gotta patch that up. lookin’ like you lost..”

he sucked in his teeth before starting again. “c’mon. i’ll clean you up. then we’ll get dinner. someplace with pie or somethin’ like that.. you like pie, don’t ya?”

“not cherry.”

“good cause i ain’t gettin’ cherry.”

you stood up together, and he held the car door open for you like it was instinct. didn’t say anything about your limp. just waited.

you followed. and just as you entered, you caught glimpse of a fresh pack of bandaids on the dashboard.

© ccorinthians | don’t plagiarize, copy or translate any of my works

[rafesteddy]

MLB rafe and of reader FaceTime calls would go something a little like this I fear:

rafe laying in his bed lazily scratching his stomach while looking at OF reader through the small screen who’s doing her nighttime routine: how come everytime you come over it’s always the same five bastard requesting goodnight videos-

of reader already rolling her eyes because she just finished babying him and stroking his handsome ego over the phone because he won a very important game: rafe, we’ve had this discussion like three times now and it’s not even five bastards. that happened ONCE and you haven’t let me breathe (but ofc she’s not really annoyed and she goes back to cooing at her string handsome man- sneaky link oops ) 😉

Rafe with a pout already on his pretty lips

Ahhh 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕 hi hun!!! This is so good 😋 pouty and jealous rafe but “it’s not that serious”.

You just get a knock on the door—a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses delivered as a thank you “for helping me get my head right before the game. Was good to have someone to talk to… A friend.”

You smile, running your fingers through the silky petals of your very pretty, very extravagant friendship roses. Then you crawl toward your phone. And Rafe can’t help but grin like an idiot as you get closer—and the second you settle on the bed and look at him through the screen, he’s already asking, “What were you tellin’ them, anyways? Couldn’t hear you.”

Because like hell if he isn’t gonna hear it again—and like hell if he isn’t about to get the same treatment. 🤭😋💕

[loverboysturn]

when did chris and birdie last fuck?

before they went for lunch this morning. he picked her up en route and came up to her room whilst she was finishing getting ready and one thing led to another 🙂‍↕️ they were late and everyone knew why

[mrsarnold]

glasses paige who accidentally cums when strapping reader down THANK YEW

♪ now playing `` ﹕ dark red by steve lacy ❊

pairing ! p. bueckers x fem!reader

warnings smut, subbutdom!paige, dom!reader at some point, championship, pet names , strap (r recieving, paige still getting off), a little fast paced

summary after the championship paige took you home to celebrate her way but ended being..

The final cheer was cheered the confetti rained down on the team. They really won the championship. The adrenaline hit Paige like crack as she ran to courtside and pulled you into a big kiss and put the hat on your head. She made sure none of the cameras were facing y'all way.

"Im so so proud of you baby."

"Yea? prove it to me. The team ain't leaving til later lets go home."

Her words alone made you squirm in your seat as you stood up unknownly and she told the team she was leaving before yall headed out to your car.

Not even 10 minutes later y'all ended up in y'all condo kissing everywhere around the apartment. Kitchen counter, wall, couch. Yea it's gonna be a long night.

Next thing you know you paige was propped up on her pillow, resting against the headboard as you bounced on her strap. "Look so pretty mama", Paige hummed out as she guided your hips and fixing her glasses here and there, slapping your ass here and there. Your whines and moans filled the room as you continued to bounce.

Everything felt well until you heard something you thought you wouldn't.

"Mama you doing so well- mmph", Paige unmindly moaned out making you feel a bit shocked. You then looked down seeing the bottom of the strap hitting her core through her boxers.

"Paige did you just moan?"

"What no- wait shit keep going."

You nodded and continued to bounce, picking your pace up making both of y'all moan. "You close pretty girl? i am too keep going", Paige moaned out her glasses falling off her face as she bucked her hips up.

"Mhm- mmph im cumming", You moaned out as came all over the strap, riding your high out. Not to long later Paige came as well.

"Y'know we should have a double ended strap.

tags @janaelalfysblunt @kamii-2 @sweetbcgs

[rafesplaymate]

do you think stepsis!reader talked too (or tried) her mom? if so, what do you think happened / what was said between them? can be angst or whatever you want :p

hopefully this makes sense

ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . navigation. ᡣ𐭩. ݁˖ . masterlist.

warnings: stepcest. immoral familial behavior.

stepsis!reader would talk to her mom — but not the way her mom would want her to …

She’d expect her daughter to come crying to her, begging for forgiveness and asking for help. Always, ignoring that her daughter would reciprocate Rafe’s incestual affection and leering gazes before their parent’s caught the reality of their situation.

Always refusing — to accept her daughter is just as twisted as her step-son.

So…when one night she’s sitting in the living room with an almost finished glass of wine in her hand to give her some solace; staring into the carpet with an ache in her chest at the reality of her family’s situation — her daughter would come and sit right next to her.

Staring into the side of her mom’s face as she gives a pout and lets out a soft, “mama?” Feeling conflicting emotions in her chest when her mom turns to look at her with tears in her eyes and heartache; with a hint of betrayal in her gaze.

Stepsis!reader would cuddle up into her and kiss her cheek softly; making her mom twitch in disgust at the idea of her daughter pressing her lips to her skin after using those same lips to do sinful things with Rafe.

And her daughter would just whisper in her ear …

“I love you, mama..” with a slight pause as her arms wrap around her mom and nuzzle into her. Softening the older woman and making her ready to forgive her daughter if she’d admit to wanting help getting away from Rafe and a genuine apology.

But that’s quickly shattered when she grasp onto the next words that fall from her daughter’s sinful lips…

“But, I love him more.”

A finality in her voice and underlying sneer covered with inauthentic remorse. Nothing else needing to be said to get the point across that this was their new reality.

Her daughter leaving another soft kiss and ignoring her mom’s flinch as her hand tightens its grip on the glass of wine in her hand. Getting up in her skimpy outfit as she’s struts away in kitten heels that clack along the floors.

Her mother’s eyes falling onto the peeks of ass that show from her daughter’s short skirt and holding back a painful sob as she sees the reddened, bruised skin from Rafe’s harsh abuse to her ass that her daughter loves.

And when she watches her daughter just latch onto rafe’s outstretched hand — who’d been watching the whole interaction with a deep satisfaction at getting his way —as they walk to the entrance, planning to leave the house for the evening; intertwined in their bubble of disgusting love.

Hearing the front door click shut and representing being shunned out from her daughter’s world while she falls into Rafe’s…

That’s when her mother gets up and throws the barely filled glass of wine at the wall with a sickening scream. Watching it shatter the way her heart has; as the deep, burgundy liquid splatters everywhere…

Tainting their home physically and representing the way — her daughter and Rafe have tainted their home metaphorically.

[browneyebby]

how do u think prissy and dally met?

hmmm i think they met at the drive-in !!!

── 🎀・⸝⸝

she drove up in her light pink convertible that her dad bought her. her hair was done up and her makeup was on point. she was wearing a light purple babydoll dress. she was a total soc, and dallas was hooked. he thought she looked too spoiled and stuck-up for her own good, but something about girls like that makes him want them even more.

he walked up to her from one of the seats he snuck in to, all smiles as he leans on the car. “hey, baby. god, you’re a real doll of a broad, aren’t ya?” are his first words to her. surprisingly, she doesn’t get mad, she doesn’t even blink. she just smiles as if that’s the best thing she’s ever heard.

“thank you so much! you’re cute too. what’s your name?”

“dallas winston.”

“are you from new york?” she asks.

“yeah, yeah, i am, baby,” he confirms.

“can you say coffee?”

he says it in his iconic brooklyn accent. she giggles and it’s his new favourite song. “oh my gosh, that’s so cute! cawfee,” she mocks. “hey, um, my date bailed on me, do you want to sit? or are those your friends over there?”

“eh, barely know ‘em,” he lies as he glances over at ponyboy and johnny.

he sits in the passengers seat of her car, and the rest is history!

[les4elliewilliams]

OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded  "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you. 

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves. 

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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[ysaefinn]

imagine unhinged cult leader suguru catching one of his members disrespecting his little lovebug😳😮‍💨

Oooooooo you want to see bloodshed soooooo bad miss rabbit (<- lamb who also wants to see blood shed)

The thing is his cult wouldn't know who they're messing with because he doesn't allow them a glance at you, you're kept in a pretty room upstairs fit for royalty, wrapped in silks and adorned with jewlery (he's obsessed with dressing you in traditional Japanese clothing, you already know how i feel about that lol) you're not exactly locked up, you can explore the temple to your heart's content, just as long as none of the members see you, he would actually...be enraged 😭 and even then he takes his anger out on them before turning to you and apologizing profusely for allowing something so scummy to even come near you, then takes you back to your chambers to care for you properly 🥹🥹

So basically anyone who even comes close to making out any of your features doesn't live long enough to tell the tale.

Butttt let's say he wasn't able to make it in time, let's say he wasn't in the temple at all, and a cultist does manage to approach and disrespect you, THAT is a crime punishable by public death in his eyes, suguru wants to make an example of them, he doesn't even care that the lesson won't be learned since they don't know the face of the person they should be afraid to even approach let alone piss off.

And so, he gathers the members, sets up a shoji screen beside the entrance, and has you walk in and stand behind it, and proceeds to murder the culprit, along with anyone who looks at your silhouette through the shoji screen, just for funzies 💀

In conclusionnnn, cult!suguru is probably the most diabolical of the sugurus, he actually genuinely seriously worships you.

[obsessivel0v3r]

❝ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ!❞

"Anons, get to know the person behind the blog!" Anon ask game specialᝰ.ᐟ

(└➤#*= Follow up/ continuation to the question above)

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SATISFIED: “Would you easily be satisfied with anything related to your beloved?”

└➤ # “How much are you willing to give up for your beloved?”

TASTE: “What would it take for you to form an obsession on someone?”

└➤ # “How would you describe your habits when you like someone?”

OH NO!: “Your beloved is on the run! What would you do to get them back?”

└➤ # “What methods would you turn to, to have them return your affections?”

WONDER: “Would you say you’re someone patient?”

└➤ # “How long until you run out of patience?”

INFECTED: “What are your main love languages?”

└➤ # “How would you express these love languages of yours with your beloved?”

VALENTINE: “How much freedom are you willing to give your beloved?”

└➤ # “If your beloved was cold towards you, how would you warm them up to you?”

LOVE SICK: “Are you one to easily get discouraged if your feelings are not returned at the moment?”

└➤ # “Would you try and bribe them into falling for you?”

SOUL BOND: “What thoughts would cross your mind if your beloved began to reciprocate your habits and actions?”

└➤ # “If your beloved brought up the idea about wanting to download an app to know where you’re at and what you’re doing, how would you respond?”

RED STRING: “What if your beloved wasn’t so sure about returning your affections even though they like you back?”

└➤ # “Would you be okay with an unreturned obsession?”

CONTROL: “Do you think you have good self control?”

└➤ # “If your beloved wasn’t exactly willing, but asked you for favors or help, would you easily give in? Or would you try and convince them you’re not exactly easy?”

MANIAC: “If you discovered your beloved had an interest in you, what would be your approach?”

└➤ # “What would you do if you overheard them talking about liking you?”

ALONE: “Would you prefer to isolate your beloved or let them keep their friendships and close family relationships?”

└➤ # “If you could have things the way you wanted, what would you do and why?”

TOXIC: “What would it take for you to snap and act on your instincts?”

└➤ # “How would you try to make your beloved fall into a routine with you? What kind of life do you picture with your beloved?”

OBSESSION: “How would you let your beloved know that they are yours?”

└➤ # “If someone tried flirting with your beloved, how would you deal with it? Would you remind them that your beloved is yours on the spot?”

TEAMS: “If you had a chance to keep your obsession to yourself, but had to work with someone else to do it, would you agree to team up or would you turn it down?”

└➤ # “What would you do if the person you had to team up with was also fixated on the same person as you? How would you deal with this?”

(Made by: @obsessivel0v3r)