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PART IX.

TW: noncon,murder,body horror,religious themes and imagery,cult themes,sacrifice,metaphorical cannibalism

18+ MDNI

PTOLEMAEA MASTERLIST

the weeping purple flowers of the wisteria along the white walls of the convent were starting to eat away at the paint. peeling it back,stems slowly going inside. just like everything else. the nature around was eating away at the building. taking it back. the black mold was creeping up the walls,the snakes were burrowing underneath the wooden floors,which cracked under everyone's feet. they tried to hide the damp smell of the leaky roof with incense,but everyone could smell it somewhere underneath the sandalwood.

he tried everything in his power to keep the convent standing. he tried to fix everything the best he could,in an organic way. but he knew that simple house keeping wasn't going to save them. he knew it was long overdue for his feeding. and he was going to eat away everything until he was satiated. the king was going to send storms,heat waves, and dead animals to their garden as a way of taking off his hat for a few grains. or a whole feast. either way,eunseok knew he couldn't stake him away any longer. they had to feed him.

he had to feed.

the chatter of the nuns could be heard all throughout the house as they prepared for the great supper. they got everything ready. the white dress,saved only for him. the scripture explicitly states that the kings stomach turns if his food is seasoned in anything but white. lavender soaked in metal bowls. white candles and the silky scarf that will be used to bind her wrists. eunseok stood outside by the backdoor,overlooking the forest. his mind was blank and running at full speed at the same time. his hands trembled as he thought of everything that was about to take place. it's not his first time. his hands were beyond dirty.

2 years ago,the same thing was happening. except he was excited,he wasn't trembling from anything but anticipation. the anticipation of burying himself deep inside something pure. his teeth tearing at soft flesh,down to the bone. but this time around something was different. the unconscious girl in the attic stirred something inside him that he didn't feel with the previous cuts. maybe it was the resilience. she tried to escape many times,saw through everything and didn't crouch in front of the doctrine. all while keeping to herself,keeping her purity.

when they tried to test her by making her commit the sins they committed daily,she innocently dodged them. every time. the others all begged for their lives,vowing to convert just so they could stay alive. and maybe that's why it was so hard this time around. he knew he was getting the freshest meat in the south. that's why everything had to be perfect.

the sun was in that phase just before it starts to set. the golden glow illuminating the pink rhododendron bushes. in the distance,a dark grey cloud was looming,a reminder that it needed to be done soon. "eunseok" one of the nuns came running to the back porch to call him,"it's time". his legs felt frozen as he finally got up from the chair he hasn't moved from in hours. he followed her in. the atmosphere inside was different. the smell of lavender and sage was more prominent than ever. not a speck of dust anywhere,the special decorative candles only used for the ritual illuminating the hallways.

all of the sisters were lined up on the staircase leading to the attic. eunseok kept his head high as he made his way up,all of the nuns bowing their heads in respect. he was the one that kept them alive,after all. the sun was low now,a few sunrays penetrating the big window and grazing his features as he stood in front of the attic door. it was already open. inside,she laid on the bed. sister guiletta and another nun beside her on each side. they turned to look at him. "come in" sister guiletta. he did,with slow strides as his heavy boots echoed out in the room.

he stood in front of the bed. slowly examining her. her eyelids were drooping as another set of tears poured out when she saw him. she was in the white dress,just as he likes,hands tied above her in silk,a cloth around her mouth. her eyes were bloodshot red from crying,her body trembling in fear. and pain. her broken spine must be killing her.

poor thing.

he thought. he wanted to reach out and comfort her. tell her to not worry because the pain will disappear very soon. he could feel his pants tightening as he heard her wail out painfully underneath the cloth. "shall we begin?" spoke the other sister. sister guiletta nodded.

'and thus,we give back to our king,

for what he has given us,

an eternal freedom,knowledge

that sin lies deep within us,it runs in our blood

only warm flesh can replenish,for sin is imminient'

like a choir,the word amen was heard all throughout the convent. she could feel it vibrating in her ears,in her veins. the end of the prayer sending chills down her spine. as the nuns started to leave,she tried her best to cry out to them. whines and jumbled words coming out from under the cloth as she pleaded with them. eunseok watched with amusement at the foot of the bed. he watched her desperate attempts to make this stop. with all the might she had left,she still tried. she didn't just lay there and accept her destiny. it was beautiful to him.

he could play this game for eternity. chase her,put her through trials and temptations,just so he can see her fight and resist. and in a way his chest felt heavy. all of this had to end soon so the ground doesn't swallow them whole. the door shut loudly behind sister guiletta and suffocating silence filled the attic. the faint patter of the raindrops on the old roof made their presence known. the storm was already above them. her breath quickened as she looked up at her tormentor and realized they were alone now. a faint please could be heard coming from her already exhausted throat. he narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard it.

slightly opening his mouth to respond to her,he found that he really couldn't. there was no going back,no saving her. not like he had imagined. he should've done it earlier,when they really had the chance. but he knew it wasn't going to work. the police will catch him after all these years or the deadly roots of the crimson king were going to come and take him under the muddy swamps with him. it was doomed from the start.

and as he climbed on the bed,her cries became erratic. her chest heaving,eyes all blurry. when his hand made contact with the skin of her knee,it was like everything came back to him. all the flesh he has touched before it turned ice cold. all the lives he has taken. all the other girls before,the hitchikers with the impossibly short skirts,his family. each of their faces flashed in his mind,the way they felt under him. the power he held over them with his crazed eyes,with the axe or the shotgun in his hand.

but the way she looked at him was different. her eyes were pleading,but not for her life. it felt like she was pleading for him. they held an understanding that nobody before did. everyone else held resentment,but not her.

he settled between her legs,his hand going up her chest and settling on her neck. "my pretty little thing" he made sure to emphasize the word my. to let her know,that she was truly only his. his hands went under her thighs,spreading her legs and placing them on his. she whined,the position straining her fractured spine. his pants were impossibly tight now. her pain only adding fuel to his desire. he ran his finger over her clothed pussy,the white dress bunched up at her waist now. flinching at the contact,she simmered down. only labored breaths coming from her.

he moved the plain white underwear to the side,getting a good look at her folds. heavenly,he thought. he worked on getting himself free. shaky hands undoing his belt. she watched with wide eyes as he took himself out,pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with her entrance. her legs shook as she tried to kick at him. soon she found out she couldn’t move her legs at all. with his grip and the pain shooting up her spine, she was utterly helpless.

“just calm down…it won’t hurt as much” he spoke,voice a little strained as he started to push in her. not knowing if he actually meant it or if he was just annoyed,she furrowed her brows at his words. but somewhere under there she knew he meant it. the stretch of his cock soon snapped her out of her thoughts. his hand came up to grip her waist and hold her down as he entered her fully. the whines coming from under the cloth were still present but eunseok didn’t mind. he relished in that sound.

as he began to move,her eyes darted around the room. trying to distract her mind. from everything. from the moments that brought her here to the present. the room was different from the others. the energy in it much darker. it was like she could feel the souls around the bed staring at them. everyone that previously died here. even with the soft colors everything was so imposing. from the baby blue curtains to the shotgun in the corner. the man above her got rougher with his movements. hips snapping into hers at a faster pace,hand surely leaving a bruise on her waist. his groans became louder,face contorting in pleasure as he felt the fresh lamb meat squeeze so tightly around him.

looking at him through wet lashes with rosy cheeks,he couldn’t help the darker side possessing him. all of the love,everything that made his heart heavy was thrown out the window in the storm. his hand on her neck suddenly pressed harder,making her yelp in surprise. from her point of view she saw his eyes become so incredibly dark,nothing like she has ever seen before. if she was agnostic before,she surely started to believe in something right then and there.

‘please god’ her silent prayer didn’t go unnoticed by him,the words only edging him on. his hand pressing harder and harder on her neck. ‘patience’ the voice whispered to him,soon he retracted his hand. he bent down between the slope of her neck,opening his mouth and sinking his teeth deep in her flesh. devouring her,literally. she screamed in pain,her voice muffled. blood pooled in his mouth as he broke skin.

his thrusts became uneven as he felt his release coming. pulling away,he closed his eyes and savored every moment with her. from the way her walls felt soft and warm around him to the way her skin felt under his calloused hands. the way her blood tasted,still lingering in his mouth. her tiny cries and her eyes looking up at him. he took every moment with him,buried it deep under his skin.

he never wants to forget. never wants to forget her. as his grip on her tightens,his hips press flush against hers. his release deep inside her as he looks down at her in bliss. he must’ve been in heaven. and then silence falls upon them. the storm outside acting as white noise as they look at each other. it’s like they can’t really recognize one another,but at the same time they know every atom of the others being. he breathes out and lets go. pulling out and tucking himself in his pants as he puts her underwear back in place.

eunseok then gets up,still silent. he pulls off the cloth from her mouth and unties the one binding her hands to the headboard. “eunseok…” she cries out. desperation dripping from her voice as she begins to sob. without responding,he stands over her. “you’re free to go” there’s no emotion in the way he says it,it’s almost robotic. she looks up at him with wide eyes,not believing his words. but he doesn’t say anything further,just stares down at her.

he watches as the half paralyzed girl tries to shimmy off the bed. she’s struggling as she plops down on the ground. but she begins to crawl towards the door. still so full of life,sill not giving up. she’s willing to crawl to her freedom. ‘do it’ the voice whispers again,’now!’.

and as she gets closer to the door,she gains more strength. but the thump of his boots behind her and the click of the shotgun say otherwise.

the shot sends a ringing to his ears. the silver bullet embedded in the back of her skull,her body going limp as she falls face down on the wooden floor. he exhales loudly as he whispers something to himself incoherently,walking out of the attic.

the next morning it was awfully quiet. no birds,no buzzing insects. not even the rustling of the leaves from a small breeze. it was like they were all mourning something. eunseok wakes up with a clear head. no weird dreams this night,no whispering voices waking him up. he slept through the whole night. as he ventures out in the convent he sees all the other nuns running around,probably preparing breakfast. "good morning!" one of them happily greets him. he stares with empty eyes. the sun is shining outside with no trace of the storm. it was like it never happened.

but he remembers the dead girl in the attic. laying in a pool of her own blood and a bullet in her head. "eunseok,breakfast is almost ready" another nun breaks him out of his thoughts. he looks at her with empty eyes again as he speaks,"i'm not hungry...had a lot to eat yesterday."

he quietly goes up to the attic,his hand hovering over the doorknob for a few seconds before he enters. opening the door,he finds the dead body in the same position. except,she's clean. no blood around or on her. but her white dress and the wooden floor hold the stains. her eyes are closed when he turns her over,her face showing no sign of death. he's careful when he picks her up bridal style. the heaviness in his heart comes back as he goes down the stairs and through the back door. her body now cold,different from how he remembers it.

the nuns don't say anything as he ventures out through the backdoor and into the woods,passing the hyacinths in their garden. he takes her to the place that's reserved for her. and only her. he places her on the ground,crounching down to caress her face. he bends down to kiss her one last time. her lips feeling plush against his,and for a moment everything felt normal. as he pulled back,her eyes were still closed. her skin still cold. with a sigh of acceptence and greif,he gently pushes her in the shallow grave. getting the shovel and covering her with dirt until nothing was visible.

he stands over the grave for a few more moments before dragging himself back to the convent. a small breeze picks up after he leaves,rustling the leaves above her. along with the missing poster that's a few meters away,on the side of the road. the black and white picture showcasing a girl with an uncertain smile.

[prettieangel]

LMAOOOO i got busy the day I said I’d write this but more on my thoughts on angel’s post, I want riize to kidnap me and take me to an abandoned or almost deserted town then throw me in an alleyway to beat me, rip my clothes off, use me, and mix their cum with my open wounds and blood till they get tired and when they finish I want them to just leave me there while i lay there weak, cold, swollen, raw, fleshy, and bleeding till either i die (which 9 times outta 10 will happen) or until someone finds me…

[prettieangel]

what can i say?..

i want him to hit me beat me all bloody to a pulp break my nose my ribs my knees my teeth i do not care he can turn me to dust

[prettieangel]

hmmmmm…..

i want him to hit me beat me all bloody to a pulp break my nose my ribs my knees my teeth i do not care he can turn me to dust

[prettieangel]

oh i’m not sane..

TW: noncon/dubcon,coercion,objectification,cuckolding (?)

based on this

18+ MDNI

eunseok x fem!reader x seunghan (feat. anton)

anton couldn’t help but stand frozen whenever eunseok and seunghan made their advances toward you. he’d see eunseok palm himself while looking at you,giving you a little wink when you’d look away from embarrassment. he’d see seunghan press himself a little closer than needed whenever he had to pass behind you,putting his arm on your hip,giving it a little squeeze. and he wouldn’t say anything. he couldn’t say anything. anton was at a crossroads.

it was like some force was keeping him from acting out. he wanted to be a good boyfriend,he wanted to tell his friends to back off. to protect you. but he just…couldn’t. and he knew his lack of action just pushed them further. they wanted to see how many buttons they could push until he eventually exploded. eunseok loved playing this little game especially. the passive aggressive rivalry he had with anton only got worse when he saw him walk in with his new girlfriend. the dress hugging her curves in all the right places,a big smile plastered on her face as she shyly held onto anton’s arm.

“are you that much of a wimp that you can’t get your girl in bed?” eunseok was teasing,but his voice was laced with bitterness because he genuinely couldn’t believe anton was holding back from pouncing on you. “she just wants to take things slow” anton would say,his voice soft,his face red from his friend yet again commenting on his girlfriend. “i gotta hand it to you,if i had that thing around,forget about taking things slow” seunghan would smile looking over at eunseok who’s undoubtedly agreeing with him. “girls love to play innocent,always saying oh i don’t party,i’ve never slept with anyone. usually it’s a lie” “they’re always the biggest freaks. especially the shy ones,you don’t know what demon is hiding underneath”.

as eunseok and seunghan went back and forth speaking their mind about you,and what they would do to you if you were their girlfriend,anton just stayed silent. his head hung low,eyes on the floor. thinking of what he should say. “well,she’s not like the other girls…” he’d trail off,voice soft,as if he was speaking to himself. but they heard him. and as if it spurred them on,seunghan scoffed. “you really think that?” he asked anton. eunseok kept quiet,but that sleazy smirk on his face stayed. “don’t be so naive anton,she’s definitely a little slut. once you get her in bed,that innocent facade will disappear” eunseok spoke,seunghan humming in agreement.

anton just looked at them,puzzled. what would he even say to that? they didn’t know. they didn’t know you like he did. anton couldn’t even imagine doing anything sexual with you because of how innocent you were. he couldn’t imagine you underneath him,screaming his name. he couldn’t imagine you with your lips around his cock,spit dripping down your neck as you lewdly sucked him off. all he could imagine was you underneath him as you hid your face from embarrassment. because that’s just how you were. always blushing and hiding whenever he’d do a romantic gesture. he couldn’t even think about you being a ‘little slut’.

“and how would you know?” he bit back at them. but the mocking smiles still stayed. his friends knew he was gullible,easy to mock. so they didn’t budge. “wanna bet?” eunseok suggested,his eyes darkening with a mischievous glint before he continued, ”let me fuck her. let’s see how well she takes it”. anton couldn’t believe the words coming out of his friends mouth,face turning red from his suggestion. “she’s a virgin-“ “wanna bet she’s not a virgin too?” seunghan cut him off.

after that conversation anton became too aware of everything. his hand tight on your hip whenever eunseok and seunghan were around,pulling you away from them if they tried to initiate conversation or any type of interaction. his hands shaky as he pulled you closer to his side. he was so scared they were going to taint you somehow,make you the opposite of what you are with their filthy words. he made sure you never left his sight when they were near.

which is why the lump in his throat grew bigger when he failed to find you at the house party. a distant friend got him talking after he went to the bathroom and after that it was like you vanished. he checked every corner,every place where you would usually be at a party like this. tucked away and just scanning the crowd. but you we’re nowhere to be found. his world flipped upside down when he asked sohee if he saw you,”yeah i saw her with eunseok and seunghan”. all he could hear was ‘eunseok’ and ‘seunghan’. his vision went black for a moment when he heard those names.

he cursed at himself for letting you out of his sight,for taking longer than he should’ve. now you were in the jaws of his so called friends that never missed a chance to objectify you. he stumbled around looking for you everywhere,tears pricking his eyes as he imagined what they could be doing to you. part of him prayed it wasn’t anything serious and they were just pestering you about your relationship with anton,or at the very least,making you uncomfortable. that wasn’t the case.

opening the door to one of the bedrooms,his mind went blank. the scene in front of him almost making him gag. you were splayed out on the bed,eunseok between your legs,thrusting into you. seunghan was hovering above you,with his cock in your mouth. “close the fucking door anton” eunseok yelled at him,his hips faltering just a little bit. anton closed the door behind him,unable to take his eyes off his friends using his girlfriend. he could see your tear stained face and your poor attempts at pushing them off. he could hear the small whines that came out whenever seunghan gripped your hair and eunseok’s hips met yours.

when they saw you alone,without your bodyguard they instantly jumped into action. seunghan couldn’t hide his smile when you asked them if they’ve seen anton since he was taking so long in the bathroom. “yeah i think i saw him on the second floor with some girl,come with us” when eunseok mentioned a girl,you frowned but didn’t push further. following them and hoping it was just a friend. “they seemed to be getting very touchy though,maybe we shouldn’t interrupt them” seunghan added,his eyes different than earlier as he shot eunseok a quick look of approval.

and they kept going. they kept telling you about anton and this girl. tears were already streaming down your eyes when they brought you to the bedroom. everything else was a blur. when eunseok kissed you and threw you on the bed you tried to object. “i’m saving myself for anton,it’s supposed to be special-“ he interrupted you with an annoyed sigh,”oh shut up. nothing about sex is special. if that was the case he wouldn’t be tongue deep in some other girl right now”.

anton stood frozen at the doorway,his mind screaming at him to do something,but he didn’t. just like always. he failed to protect you.

as he watched his sweet girlfriend at the mercy of his so called friends,and the way you were taking them,almost like you were actually enjoying this,resentment started to bubble under his expression. their words from a few weeks ago echoing in his head. you were a little slut after all. they were right. “look how well she’s taking me” eunseok turned to him,giving him a small wink,”remember what i told you?”. anton’s teary gaze dropped down to where your two bodies connected. your pussy soaked as eunseok stretched you out. and you couldn’t help but let out a strangled moan whenever he went deeper. seunghan chuckled as he looked down at you,struggling to take his cock in your mouth. occasionally taking it out and slapping it on your face,spreading your spit all over. and it wouldn’t take long to thrust back in after you’d look up at him with wet lashes and swollen lips.

when eunseok finally stilled inside you and pulled out,anton was already shaking. not with sadness or fear,but with disgust. how could you let them do this? were you that easy? stepping closer,he pulled you by your thighs as he unbuckled his belt,taking his cock out and lining it with your entrance. the slick of your pussy and his friends cum mixed together made his stomach feel uneasy. but at this point he didn’t care. you were just an easy fuck at the end of the day.

[prettieangel]

eunseok is so dad 😞 loved your headcannons i need him so bad

thank you so much I thought people were judging 😭💔💔 but I LOVE YOU AND IM HAPPY YOU ENJOYEDDD 💖💖😚

[prettieangel]

saw this and went into a spiral please be my father

[prettieangel]

father!eunseok headcanons

warning: incest, dubcon (maybe i’ll let you all be the judge), spanking (don’t like? don’t read. NOT proofread at all 💔)

— father!eunseok whos very strict, always being sure to discipline you and making sure you did all your chores and studied for your college exams

— around your mother, he’s normal, asking about your day, showing you fatherly love and affection, all the while subtly staring you down, cold eyes drifting to your skimpy top as you sit across from him at the dinner table.

— though when alone, he doesn’t hold back, hands cupping your pussy while telling you that “this was normal” and that this only meant he loved you a lot

— he loved to buy you things, like pretty jewelry or pretty outfits, just to show you off whenever you and him went out together.

— if you’re ever acting up in front of people, he’s quick to put you in your place, giving you that look and crossing his arms, eyes telling you to “sit the fuck down and behave”

— one thing likes to do when you’re acting up is lock you in the bathroom in the dark and leave you there for some time, deciding to let you out once he thinks you’ve learned your lesson

— despite him loving to show you off, every time you both are out in public, one of his hands is always firmly nestled on your waist, glaring at anyone who looked your way, because why would he want anyone to look at his sweet girl?

— loves when you sit in his lap, patting his lap a few times to signal for you to sit, and doesn’t care who’s there and who’s looking, whether it be your oblivious mother, his friends, or your friends

— loves to tie your shoes or pretty bows in your hair, bending down to tie a firm knot on your shoes to make sure they don’t come loose, and patting your head twice whenever he’s done tying your bow

— loves to feed you, bringing the utensil to your mouth with a quiet “open”, always making sure to call you a good girl whenever you obeyed

— he loves to linger around, standing behind you as you do the dishes with his hand on your hips, occasionally pointing out a stain you missed on a bowl or glass cup

— though his touches and lingering when you’re doing schoolwork or studying gets worse, sitting beside you as his hand sits on your thigh, moving up to brush against your clit every once in a while, smirk on his face as you sit there, all oblivious and pretty

— another thing he’d do when you decide to be a brat, act up and refuse to do anything he told you to, though, he’d bend you over his thigh and spank your ass till it’s raw, holding you down so that you wouldn’t move or run away

— not only that but he forces you to count each smack, telling you to restart if you fuck up with the counting

— something else he’d do is grab you by the arm and tug you to the ground, taking no time to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull his cock out of them, shoving it into your mouth, calling you a bad girl, telling you that you’re not the sweet girl he once knew before signaling for you to get to sucking

— if you’re not sucking right, he’d push your head down farther, groaning at your gagging, claiming that you weren’t doing it right, that you were disappointing daddy

— father!eunseok who fucks you into the mattress when angry or disappointed with you, telling you just how nasty you are for letting him use you like this, all the while gripping your hips to keep you from running from him, pushing in deeper.

— if you ever bring a date over to show daddy, he keeps his facade, asking the boy “genuine” questions and engaging in conversation, but once he leaves, he gives you that all too familiar look before bending you right over that couch to fuck some sense into your stupid brain until you comprehend that you belong to him, that you’re his girl.

i could’ve wrote more </3 but it would’ve been long as hell 😭 i don’t know, i feel insane i need him.. i didn’t wanna stop at the last headcanon like that, but.. i hope y’all enjoy mwahmwahhh >v< ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS <33 i’m so sorry for not saying anything before 😞💔💔

[prettieangel]

father!eunseok headcanons

warning: incest, dubcon (maybe i’ll let you all be the judge), spanking (don’t like? don’t read. NOT proofread at all 💔)

— father!eunseok whos very strict, always being sure to discipline you and making sure you did all your chores and studied for your college exams

— around your mother, he’s normal, asking about your day, showing you fatherly love and affection, all the while subtly staring you down, cold eyes drifting to your skimpy top as you sit across from him at the dinner table.

— though when alone, he doesn’t hold back, hands cupping your pussy while telling you that “this was normal” and that this only meant he loved you a lot

— he loved to buy you things, like pretty jewelry or pretty outfits, just to show you off whenever you and him went out together.

— if you’re ever acting up in front of people, he’s quick to put you in your place, giving you that look and crossing his arms, eyes telling you to “sit the fuck down and behave”

— one thing likes to do when you’re acting up is lock you in the bathroom in the dark and leave you there for some time, deciding to let you out once he thinks you’ve learned your lesson

— despite him loving to show you off, every time you both are out in public, one of his hands is always firmly nestled on your waist, glaring at anyone who looked your way, because why would he want anyone to look at his sweet girl?

— loves when you sit in his lap, patting his lap a few times to signal for you to sit, and doesn’t care who’s there and who’s looking, whether it be your oblivious mother, his friends, or your friends

— loves to tie your shoes or pretty bows in your hair, bending down to tie a firm knot on your shoes to make sure they don’t come loose, and patting your head twice whenever he’s done tying your bow

— loves to feed you, bringing the utensil to your mouth with a quiet “open”, always making sure to call you a good girl whenever you obeyed

— he loves to linger around, standing behind you as you do the dishes with his hand on your hips, occasionally pointing out a stain you missed on a bowl or glass cup

— though his touches and lingering when you’re doing schoolwork or studying gets worse, sitting beside you as his hand sits on your thigh, moving up to brush against your clit every once in a while, smirk on his face as you sit there, all oblivious and pretty

— another thing he’d do when you decide to be a brat, act up and refuse to do anything he told you to, though, he’d bend you over his thigh and spank your ass till it’s raw, holding you down so that you wouldn’t move or run away

— not only that but he forces you to count each smack, telling you to restart if you fuck up with the counting

— something else he’d do is grab you by the arm and tug you to the ground, taking no time to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull his cock out of them, shoving it into your mouth, calling you a bad girl, telling you that you’re not the sweet girl he once knew before signaling for you to get to sucking

— if you’re not sucking right, he’d push your head down farther, groaning at your gagging, claiming that you weren’t doing it right, that you were disappointing daddy

— father!eunseok who fucks you into the mattress when angry or disappointed with you, telling you just how nasty you are for letting him use you like this, all the while gripping your hips to keep you from running from him, pushing in deeper.

— if you ever bring a date over to show daddy, he keeps his facade, asking the boy “genuine” questions and engaging in conversation, but once he leaves, he gives you that all too familiar look before bending you right over that couch to fuck some sense into your stupid brain until you comprehend that you belong to him, that you’re his girl.

i could’ve wrote more </3 but it would’ve been long as hell 😭 i don’t know, i feel insane i need him.. i didn’t wanna stop at the last headcanon like that, but.. i hope y’all enjoy mwahmwahhh >v< ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS <33 i’m so sorry for not saying anything before 😞💔💔

[prettieangel]

big yes yes yes on incest <3

keeping my word :3 something tonight <33

[prettieangel]

eunseok as… your biological father.

[prettieangel]

Can you write some sungchan fics

some coming 🔜🤫

[prettieangel]

omg…

[prettieangel]

exactly what i said omg

priest anton.

[prettieangel]

corrupt church boy sungchan… walk with me now..

[prettieangel]

saw this and nearly went into a spiral..

lee chanyoung what the fuck