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Would Kairos wear thigh high stockings? Just for me? 👉👈 :3
yeh :3
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A Date with Death: Beyond the Bet will include some optional spicy scenes if the Kickstarter is funded…
Time to take off those gloves, Grimmy boy 🥰
Follow the Kickstarter and help us make the new DLC ⤵️
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Casper reminds me a bit of Miette, that's very babygirl of him ( he wasn't kicked, probably just teased by the player )
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We're working on a brand new DLC with five extra days of content for A Date with Death 🥰
New art, new backstory, new ways to bully Grimmy… and an optional NSFW patch?
We'll be holding a Kickstarter next month with lots of new goodies and rewards to help fund it!
Wishlist ⤵️
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hi hi!! ☆ Just dropping in to ask for 'understand my ship in 5 minutes' sheets for each of the LIs! Only when you're free ofc
Of course!
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I loved your headcannos for Casper from A Date with Death. Can I ask for one where his soul is out of balance after a problem at work and the quickest and easiest way to fix it is to fuck the reader thanks to her aura? (boy might end up ostimulating her)
Is thete such a ting as too balanced? Might happen anyway.
Paring: The Grim Reaper/Casper
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, overstimulation, sex to destress, post-work sex, mating press
A/N: Glad you like Casper as much as I do. He's such a cute guy.
He's often frustrated from work but he also doesn't want you to see him like that
Try as he might to hide his frustration it does seep out of him during sex, even if he himself doesn't notice at first
He's faster, rougher more demanding as he takes his clothes off and pushes his cock into you with urgency
No he doesn't want to talk about it, he just wants you underneath him, taking his cock and everything else he has to give you
In his red eyes you can see how tired he is but he's still pushing himself, fucking his full length into your wet pussy and making the bed shake beneath you
Very quick to shoot his load inside of you, he's never been good at holding it back anyway
Casper doesn't stop though, he can't stop yet, he still has his mouth and fingers to fuck you with
His cum is all over his tongue when he pushes it inside of you to eat it out
Even with that cum covered face he's persistent, not stopping until you're a shaking and wiggling mess under him, moaning his name for both Heaven and Hell to hear
You feel your legs pushed to your chest and hear him telling you told them like that
He can't do that he needs to be able to touch you while he fucks you again
So much whimpering but you're taking his cock so well all the same
Good that you're not holding back because he's not either, all he's here for tonight is fucking you into the bed, you're not getting any sleep
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✨💫 TWST JP "ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL" FULL 3D PERFORMANCE 💫✨
I needed to share this video because it was region locked for this year's April Fools, but we finally got the full performance of the VDC tribe in TWST FES last year....😭🫶
WE WON EVERYONE 🎉🎊
LOOK AT THEM!!! 😭🎉🎉
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(yandere! singer x gn! pr reader)
'FAMOUS SINGER CAUGHT STALKING PERSON!'
'POP SINGER RUMOURED TO HAVE BEATEN UP MAN WHO WENT ON DATE WITH PR MANAGER!'
'TOP SINGER SAID TO HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH MANAGER!'
all these headlines only served to give you a headache as you forced a smile for the flashing cameras. currently you were in the middle of a press conference, attempting to salvage his reputation and calm down the media who was always looking for a juicy story.
yes, you were his pr manager. and yes, you were the person that was said to be the one this damned singer adored.
it was a huge headache, not only for you but his PR team that you led as well.
i mean, stalking? obsession? you'd have to do a major ass pull to get the public to stop shitting on him.
but this was just another regular day as his PR team. for he had always been getting into scandals ever since he debuted. so you were sure that everything would be back to normal soon enough. you had enough experience with him after all.
at first, his scandals were regular ones like relationships and such. however, things started changing when he fell for you.
getting into fights, stalking you...
god, you don't know how hard it was for you and your PR team to save his ass this time round. countless sleepless nights and lots of coffee were sacrificed so that this press conference would be perfected.
and yet... here he was messing everything up! god! you just wanted to smash your head against the table!
"hi... yes, i am here to address all the rumours in person. sorry for my late arrival."
the charming singer smiles, laughing boisterously as he crashes the initially perfect conference. god fucking damn it! if only he just listened to you and remained hidden for the time being, things would've been over by now! but no, he just had to be an attention whore and come waltzing in just as the conference was about to end.
"yes, i do adore my PR manager. yes, i did stalk them. no, I don't regret my actions. any other questions?"
he flashes his pearly whites at the cameras, posing as all the news reporters start throwing questions at him, eager for more information.
you merely let a lone tear drip sown your eyes, heavy eyebags on display as your hands clench the edge of the desk. all your hardwork, gone down the drain just like that. and the culprit was happily smiling.
...
is it too late to smash his head against the ground?
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Me omw to eat Cotton and maybeee our kids if we did have them:
nyam nyam nyam nyam..mhm…so good I just love eating meat! :33 /hj
*Meanwhile Cotton in the bg holding our kids as I actually eat a mcrib alongside with some of our half carnivore kids*
-💕
Cotton is unsure whether to laugh or cry
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Hi, hope you had a great new years ^^
If it's okay can I request a fic of Redacted teaching Angel how to ride their bike or just Angel just riding their bike in general?
Hiiii my new year was good! I hope yours (and valentine's,easter,etc) was good as well!!
the date callin me out for how long it's been since jan i'm sobbing /silly
I feel like emo boy would be extremely thorough about teaching them so... Maybe I'll do a part two where Angel actually drives... 👉👈
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~A Riding Lesson~
[REDACTED] was in their personal garage doing some maintenance on his bike when you arrived a little early for your date. All he could offer in greeting were a few sweet words and a quick kiss, due to their grease stained fingers. You chose to silently observe them for a while, sitting at the bench they left their toolkit on. You found yourself leaning forward, watching with pure fascination.
There was precision to each movement as they went about their work with expert hands. Were it not for the occasional smiles he threw your way when he picked up a different tool every so often—smiles that somehow still sent your heart aflutter after so long—you would’ve been completely absorbed.
You'd always been curious about how it worked. But there was never really a good time to mention said curiosity. Especially since you were more focused on holding on for dear life whenever they drove somewhere, even at a snail’s pace. You supposed now could be a good time.
“Can you teach me how to ride it?” you suddenly asked once he came over to pack his tools away in the box at your side.
Their scarred hand that was idly twirling a wrench stilled as he looked down at you, light blue eyes glittering with the beginnings of something. “...Yeah, love? Y’mind saying that again f’me?”
Much too late to take it back, you noticed your mistake. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that it felt like you were picking up a conversation. In reality, it hadn't even started. “The bike, Ren,” you hurriedly corrected yourself. “Teach me how to ride the bike.”
“‘Course. My bike,” [REDACTED] nodded along and continued putting away the tools. The smirk on their face was unmistakable, but they surprisingly held back from teasing you any longer. “Maybe a quick lesson, then.”
“Really?” You perked up.
He nodded towards the bike with an amused smile as he closed the toolbox and wiped off his hands. “We’ve got time.”
Excited as could be, you hopped over and quickly sat in the cushioned seat, immediately fidgeting with the handlebars. It already seemed weird being in the front, let alone by yourself. But your heart got a little louder when your dark haired lover sat behind you on the bike.
You were certain he could feel how you shivered as his hands wrapped securely around your waist and his head rested on top of yours. Stumbling for words, you almost shouted, “So! …Where am I taking us?”
“Nowhere. Y’need to know where everything is first, Angel.”
“Boooo.”
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
After fifteen grueling minutes of quizzing, he finally agreed to let you ride around the parking lot. They hopped off the back of the bike, swinging the key around their finger.
Without his weight to balance you, you suddenly felt a little unsure of yourself. You thought he was going to ride with you, so you asked, “Did you only sit on the bike to hug me?”
“Yeah, y’looked so cute I couldn’t help m’self,” he admitted shamelessly. They didn't give you the key just yet, merely circled the bike a few times with a careful gaze. “Clutch?”
You frowned. The quiz was supposed to be over. “Left lever.”
“Throttle?”
You remembered that one easily. He always revved the engine with it before leaving. “Right handle," you said confidently as you grabbed it.
“Front brake?”
“Uhh…” you started, quickly panicking at the resigned look in their eye. “Right pedal.”
“That's the rear brake. Maybe next time.” They gave a swift denial of your short-lived dream.
You stubbornly stayed put on the bike, though your hands were no longer holding the handles, instead resting in front of you on the seat. “I could drive it down to the street, at least."
“Y’really think so? It’s a lot t’handle,” he cautioned. He reached in front of you with the key in hand, quickly putting it in the ignition. The engine purred in that quiet way you were used to.
You watched as [REDACTED] held firmly on the clutch at one handle, and slowly guided your hand to the throttle on the other. With the lightest turn of your wrist, the engine roared loud, vibrating the seat more and more. But he turned it even further and you could hardly hear yourself think.
It made you nervous. If you weren’t sure where the break was—or which one to use—it’d really spell disaster. “Okay, I get the point,” you sighed. They let go of your hand and the engine died back down to its usual purr. “I’ll try harder to remember where everything is. No crashing your bike into a stop sign for now.”
“Good. Just wan’ you t'keep that pretty little head right where it is, love,” he hummed and kissed said forehead. “Now, scoot. Or we can head upstairs so ‘can teach ya how to really—”
“I meant the bike!!”
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