I have a small question! Can we get some time whenever you are up for it, Maybe some more of the Yan!sub boys? c:
pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡ pt. 2
pathetic yet adorable yandere boys that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask them to do.
wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part one
dom!reader, previous stalking, unhealthy relationship, pet play, bondage, use of blindfold, mention of strap/cock, mention of choking, mention of marking
note: part two cause part one did so well!
Yandere subs that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask, sexual or not. Ask them for some homework answers? They'll steal the answer sheet for the week's homework for you from the teacher's desk undetected. You've been craving certain snacks and tell them that? Weird enough, you find a pile of those snacks on your bed the next day with a note that has a heart on it that lets you know exactly who it's from.
But in bed? That's a whole different story. Believe me when I say that they want to feel weak and small underneath you in bed. Choke them, spank them, edge or overstimulate them, and they'll babble out 'thank you's to whatever pleasure you're giving them. Such a good boy that just wants to be obedient for you.
Tell them to sit? They'll sit mere seconds later, looking up at you for your next command. Tell them to make you feel good? They'll make you cum as if their life depends on it. You're gonna have to yank their hair so that they don't overstimulate you, making them whimper at the pain as they look up at you with sad puppy eyes, asking you what they did wrong.
They're so desperate to please you that they'll hack into your phone to search your search/porn history for stuff that you want to do to them but haven't asked yet. It's not like you haven't caught them doing so either.
You like pet play? You find them in your room with nothing but a collar around their neck, a leash that's connected to said collar on the floor in front of you as if its beckoning you to grab it, a pair of cat/bunny/dog ears on their head that looks so real that its as if they're actually connected to his head, and- oh? whats that buzzing? Turns out that they put in a tail vibrator in themself too! what a surprise! How about you call them a good boy and fuck him until he can't think anymore as a reward? Watch as he mewls like a slut when you take out the vibrator before pushing it back in him.
What about bondage? Well you'll find them tied up oh so prettily on your bed with some red rope that compliments their skin so well. They'll already be prepped, of course, not wanting to waste time on it so that you'll fuck them quicker. Maybe they'll even have a blindfold on which will heighten his other senses. So how about you touch him all over so that he begs for you to just fuck him already. Don't listen to him though, just continue teasing him until he's soaked the blindfold with his tears and as his dick leaks out pre-cum, desperately humping the air to seek any friction. what a slut!
Turn them into such a mess that all they can think about is the way your strap/dick is hitting all the right spots in him as they lay there taking it all so well. Make him scream out in pleasure, the sounds filling the room which would surely end with an angry complaint from your neighbors complaining about the noises the following day. But he doesn't 't care, why would they when you're fucking him so well?
They're so horny that they're willing to tease you in public just so you would punish them. With some friends and he tagged along? He'll innocently grab your hand to place it on the bulge in his pants, making you widen your eyes and glare at him before he reaches forward to grab something. This makes his shirt ride up which just barely shows the pair of lace panties he's wearing underneath that are peeking out from his pants. How about you drag him to the bathroom and finger him until he cums, a hand on his mouth to silence his loud moans, hm?
About to leave the house to go somewhere with a friend? He'll say goodbye to you wearing the sluttiest outfit right when you're about to exit the door, his ass practically out and dick bulging against the fabric. You can't resist how good they look so you quickly text your friend that you have to cancel and to meet up another time before shaking off your belongings and rushing towards him with hunger in your eyes. Sure you feel bad for your friend but thats the last thing on your mind, the outfit on your yandere being the only thing that you're thinking about at the moment. The way you're looking at him makes them feel so small as if they're the prey and you're the predator but oh do they love it so much.
You know their antics are just to rile you up but you can't ignore them, not when you want to make them scream your name so bad and make them cry from pleasure. It's not your fault, really.
It's not like they're complaining either. They'll gladly get on all fours and present their lubed up ass to you the moment you tell them to. They'll turn their head back to look at you with eyes that absolutely begs you to ruin them. They're just a mere toy for you to use for your own pleasure after all.
Do whatever to them, they'll take it all like a good boy. Leave marks on him so that he can be reminded of the previous night, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he gets hard again. He'll stare at them in the mirror, heading tilting up to look at the small bruise around his neck from your choking. The red mark on his waist is obvious, reminding him of just how hard you gripped it to fuck him even deeper and faster.
Everything you do just makes them even more obsessed with you but you don't mind. After all, you're just as obsessed with them as they are with you.
it feels like i’ve been possessed by sex demons and the only way to get out of this spell is to fuck the living shit out of a hot subby slutty man or woman who wants nothing more than to be my pretty little sex object
THEMES—nsfw ✧ wizard!owner!reader x elf!servant!sunoo ✧ just a tiny bit toxic(?)
WARNING—2.4k wc ✧ masochism ✧ spanking (m rec.) ✧ leaving him hard ✧ calling her master ✧ calling him a whore ✧ crying ✧ injury
NOW PLAYING—Abracdabra ✧ Lady Gaga
A/N. Thank you for 2000 followers!!<3 This is an old reupload except I edited it a bit and changed the idol. This summer I wanna get back to writing again! I'm starting uni and my program will be fully in English so I wanna improve my language skills, while also picking up an old hobby that is creative writing. I will reupload more posts while I'm writing new stories<3
Once upon a time there was an elf. His name was Sunoo and he was lonely in the woods. Almost all of his people had been hunted down till death. The blood of a wood elf has immense healing properties and that is attractive to many people. Wood elves, in particular, are also exceptionally sexual but that fact is not as widely known.
Once upon a time there was a wizard. Her name was ___ and she was lonely in her tower. Almost all wizards and wizards lived alone but some had company of slaves. The blood of a wood elf has immense healing properties and that is attractive to people with magic.
One day the two met in the woods. The wizard was taking a walk to find a creature she could catch and try a new potion on and the elf was walking around trying to find a place safe to stay. When they saw each other they were both shocked. When ___ heard rustling sounds, she had been expected to see a common animal like a deer with gold antlers — not a wood elf. Sunoo had been wandering around in these woods for days only having the dissatisfaction of meeting touchy rose bushes, judgemental trees, gossiping squirrels and Adele wanna-be birds — so, to see another two-legged being in front of him sacred him. What if he would end up like all his elf friends? A blue potion for an astrology scientist to pour in a kettle to make a love potion or worse, to make a perfume?
The squirrels were giggling amongst each other, probably at the terrified elf.
Cautiously, Sunoo took a few steps backwards until his back met something hard. The wizard’ face darkened. She snapped her fingers and the tree held the elf in a tight grip. He was so terrified, he was not aware of the tree’s strong arms. His expression was one of great hopelessness; tears pooling in his eyes like the floods his elf friends were drowned in.
Her expression was one of great hope. A smile was plastered on her face, which was even rarer than the wood elf species itself.
But the smile made him cry. He didn’t want to die. He begged her to not hurt him, told her he'd do anything to stay alive. His people were almost completely wiped out and he had promised himself to not let it happen.
She asked him if he wanted to make a pact.
He said yes, a bit unsure.
She told him he could stay with her and keep his life but from that moment on he would became her servant.
He said yes, nodding excitedly.
She gave him a home, shelter, no risk of meeting a creature that would kill him for his blood. He owed her. She owned him. And so he his life was dedicated to serve her. That is not an ordinary story. Actually, it is my story. And that is of how we ended up here, in my tower.
Like usual I said "Alohomora" to open the door.
(Yes, wizards do have spells like that, because we're lazy like many other creatures.)
But the sight I was met by wasn't normal. There was Sunoo, on the cold floor, with blood in his eyes. Dumb elf was clumsy enough to knock over a few glass tubes with poison and curses that were on the shelf. It was clearly labeled DANGER with capital letters for his own safety. Dumb, dumb elf. I promised that I would keep him away from all evil even when the evil was because of me. I hated seeing him in such pain.
"Episkey!" Poof! The blood was gone. If it weren't for my magical abilities, or my being there, he would be to death. But if it weren't for my magical abilities, he wouldn't have been bleeding in the first place.
Sunoo looked around the place confusingly. The panic he had rushing in his veins was slowly turning to tranquility and warmth. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be able to see and not feel pain. His gaze met mine and he kept it there. These days he’d gotten so comfortable around me that he wasn’t embarrassed to stare at me openly.
I walked him to his room. He knew that when I point at him I want something done, so he followed me. I pointed at his bed and he laid down.
"Rest. Don't move," I whispered and tucked him in without thinking too much about it.
But when I did I realized that I was being less cold than usual. I never came in contact with his skin, I only pointed at him when I wanted something done. And the only time I spoke was for spells, commands, small talk or greetings. His eyes were staring into mine, he was observing my face as if there were something on it.
"What?" I asked sternly, back to my old persona.
"You care for me..." he said slowly, almost as if he were trying to convince himself or as if he didn't believe it himself.
"Go to rest."
"But-"
"Silencio." He shut up.
Although he was healed, he needed time to rest since he’d been overworking himself lately with all the chores and building a mini garden of flowers in the balcony.
Sunoo slept until noon — which was the longest he's ever slept since he became mine — and claimed he was feeling well and capable of helping me.
The incident the day prior had shown the vulnerable part of myself, and I didn't want to seem more sensitive or weak, so I told him he could get back to helping me but he needed to stop being so damn klutzy. "Asylciaana." The elf brought said potion to my side instantly. I was working on creating a new spell and needed a hand to help me.
But then I heard the sound of glass shattering and a whine following it. It was as if he did it on purpose. Choking him was my go-to punishment when he didn't obey me — which wasn’t very often — so I recognized the sounds of his whimpers and attempts to breathe all too well. In my peripheral view I could see that he was holding one hand on his neck, most likely trying to loosen the grip the potion was holding, and the other hand on the floor trying to crawl towards me.
He was testing my emotions and he deserved to be punished so I let him suffocate for a few more seconds till his face become purple before I whispered "Episkey." His body dropped to the floor at the sudden release of pain. His chest went up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I smirked while keeping my eyes on the potion. Dumb, dumb elf. This would hopefully teach him a lesson. "Asylciaana," I said out loud, indicating that he should bring said potion to my side instantly as if nothing had happened. I couldn't see it but he had a smile on his face.
That night I woke up to the sound of a scream. It wasn't a scream I had heard before. The sound of one dying. I followed the scream to Sunoo's room. There on the bed he was sitting with his feet dangling in the air, unharmed and smiling. "So you do care about me?" his smile widened. My face was one of hatred. "Whore," I answered coldly and watched his face falter slightly. "Bend over. Do it or else I'll make you and you know I can." He got on the hard floor and leaned on the soft bed as if he in fact wasn't a disobedient whore.
"Tell me, why have you been acting like this recently?" He didn't answer me as if he was under a silent spell, but I knew he wasn't and that made me angrier than I already was. My hand went to his hair and pulled his head back. His neck was at an awkward angle and I was happy about it. He looked likes bitch. To add more to it, my remaining hand went for his neck in a grip that made him gasp.
"Answer me, whore," I spat at him. He didn't flinch. Instead he looked me in the eyes. "I wanted your attention."
"First you're a whore, then you're a whore without manners," I chuckled and tightened my grip.
"I'm sorry, Master."
He always addressed me as Master when I punished him and I always addressed him as whatever title he deserved.
"Don't lie to me."
His choked expression and eye contact proved that he really wanted my attention. But in the form of a reward. I could feel him gulp against my hand and kept my strong gaze at him for a moment before releasing his throat and pushing his face to the bed with the grip on his hair.
"Stay still, whore." He listened to me and heard my steps somewhere away from him. I was in front of his wardrobe and reached for something at the top of it. A slapper. It was placed there the day he first disobeyed me. Till this day it hadn't been put to use as he never had disobeyed me to the point where he deserved to be spanked with it. It was of leather and looked scary, but I knew it wasn't as scary as a whip — but he wasn't ready to be introduced to that yet.
I went back to him and stopped behind him. The sound of the slapper hitting the bed right next to his head excited him. "Count after every hit and don't you dare make a sound other than that," I whispered beside his head.
"Yes, Master," he said and I could hear in his voice that he was looking forward for what was about to happen.
He was still in his clothes, which was good since I didn't want him to feel the pain that was added when it was against naked skin. I sat down beside him on the mattress and that took his attention as he turned his head to me.
"Did I tell you you could look at me, whore?"
"No, Master," he said with no guilt in his voice as he took in the view of me with a slapper in my hand.
"Five spanks less."
His expression turned to one of confusion, "Isn't it supposed to be the opposite?"
"I know you like pain, you masochistic whore. That's why less pain is punishment."
He whimpered and turned his head back to the bed.
"Good whore," I praised with a light voice, contrary to the hard spank I left on his clad ass.
"One," he said steadily.
He's not going to be that composed for long.
I raised my hand and let the slapper hit him again.
"Two," he said, still not fazed.
I spanked him again and made him hold back a needy whine, while I was comfortably sitting on the bed.
"Three, Master," he said with a tone that told me he couldn't act so tough in front of me anymore.
I told him not to say anything other than numbers, but I let it slide since it was my title and I was too tired to react. With a yawn I slapped his butt again.
"F-Four," he said fast and tried to cover the impact it had on him.
Spank!
"Five," he said loudly and bit his lower lip to try not making it sound like a moan.
His fists gripped the sheets till they became light.
"Good whore, taking it so well," I praised, impressed he hadn't given up.
I went back to my rough self and spanked him harder, hoping he could take it.
"Six," he half-screamed in a slutty tone. Fit him perfectly. The sound of the slapper making contact with his ass was so loud it hurt my ears. Apparently his ass was quite sensitive too since he choked on air. His clothes were in the way of me seeing his ass, but I was sure it was red.
"Seven," he let out barely like when he was suffocating just the day before.
My smirk became visible as I saw how his body arched and how the side of his face crumbled into pieces of desire.
Spank!
"Ei-Eight," he whimpered and arched his back erotically out of both need for more pain and to keep his mind from moaning.
I noticed his action and thought he deserved more harshness. And so I went at it way more than before.
The increase of pain and pleasure noticeable as he immediately put his hand on his mouth the second after he said 'nine' since he was scared of making a sound.
My tired self couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic state.
"This is the last one, whore, be as loud as you want," I whispered from above him and spanked him the hardest I could to make him remember the pain for the rest of the day.
The moan he let out was high pitched and showed how much he had actually enjoyed it. Seeing his body reacting to his punishment was enjoyable, but hearing him was beyond pleasant.
"Ten. F-Fuck, Master," he moaned.
He closed his eyes and tried to breathe properly. I didn't even touch him with my skin and he looked completely fucked out. What a masochist. "Turn around," I ordered him. He did as told. His flushed face filled with sexual frustration and embarrassment and an apparent tent in his pants was what I was met by to my satisfaction.
"Water your flowers then clean every room and corner and everything you can think of, whore. I’m going back to the sleep you ruined — don’t make a sound until I’m awake," I yawned and walked away, leaving him alone on his bed.
"Yes, Master. Sleep well," he gulped and looked at me as I left the slapper back at its place on top of his wardrobe, now aware of where the wonderful tool was all along.
"I will if you don't touch your cock. So if you do and rob me of my sleep again you're fucked, understood?"
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"With a haunting dance, now you're both in a trance
• Funishments: He loves bratting, but that does come with a prize (a very fun one). He doesn't necessarily always get punished if it's not that serious, but he receives funishments all the time (Which is something he doesn't mind at all).
So when he's getting naughty, you quickly pull him aside, and teach him a little lesson. This mostly involves spanking or any other type of impact play. As long as he gets bossed around, he's happy. Just for fun, you still make him apologize for whatever he did to get into this position.
One of his ways to set you off, is by acting like a brat in public. Because that makes it harder for you to discipline him without other people noticing. But if you can't wait to get back home, you just pull him away from your surroundings, into an alleyway. Give him some good smacks and make him kiss your shoes to prove he'll behave.
His real punishments are not so fun, tho. These can vary all the way from writing lines, to spending a week in a chastity belt.
• Pet: You guys established that you are his owner. He had always dreamed about a relationship like that. The possessiveness and care that comes with it drives him crazy (in a good way).
He regresses quit a lot to petspace, mostly as a cat/kitten. And you've noticed that he even has some cat mannerisms. Like how he loves getting back scratches, and he can't resist the urge to wipe something off of the table (which also reminds you that no matter how cute he is, he'll always be a brat at heart).
You decided to buy a cage for him, which he now uses as his comfort place, when he misses you. But off course it also gets used for timeouts. The whole cage is filled with blankets, pillows, stuffies and things that remind him of you. Sometimes he'll steal your used clothes and put it in there. Or he'll spray your perfume on the blankets.
• Free use: If you want it, you get it. Jungwon has no issue with that. You can grope him whenever you want, even when he's sleeping. He hates initiating these sorts of things, so he wants you to do it. It makes him feel desired.
Sometimes you'll visit his workplace to see his hard work for yourself. Then you can't resist sneaking him away from the group into an empty studio. Especially right after you see him dance, you just want to give him a little reward.
It's really fascinating. Because his reactions are always a surprise. Sometimes he'll act shy and really flustered like 'm-mommy, why so sudden?'. Other times he'll get such a big rush of adrenaline that he'll immediately flash you a naughty smile and acts all sassy like 'damn why did it take you so long, can't you see I've been starving?'.
☆ Choosing Game: ☆
(● = his choice/preference)
1)
○ rewards
● punishments/funishments
2)
● getting spoiled by Domme
○ servicing his Domme
3)
● petplay
○ ageplay
4)
○ obedient
● BRAT
5)
○ praise
● degradation
(He loves getting slut-shamed, even though he's not a slut at all)
6)
○ bondage
● impact play
(One way to drive him crazy is by taking off his own belt, and using it to whip him)
7)
● exhibitionist
○ voyeur
(Loves it when you make him strip)
8)
● low protocol
○ high protocol
Here you can find my other imagines:
(Update: it got removed)
What would the members of ENHYPEN be like as submissives? These are my headcannons.
Read the 'intro' chapter for more i...
Includes:: Smut, sub Sunoo X Reader, pet name, teasing (giving), that's it let me know if i missed anything!
Sunoo sits on the couch, legs crossed, leaning comfortably on the hand rest. Scrolling through his phone. Adorable eyes glued to the screen. He's oblivious to the fact you’re intensely staring at him,thinking of ways to wreck your cute boy.
You get up and make your way over to him. Pushing his phone down. His eyes snap up to you instantly shivering as he sees your lust driven eyes.
You move your hands to his pale, smooth, milky thighs slowly rubbing them. He can’t help but let out a whimper. Poor babies already worked up. Bulging in his pants, face flushed pink, heavy breathing, completely wrecked for you.
You smile as you notice the state he’s in just from simple touch. Tease him a little longer?
“P-please…” He begs, cute, glistening eyes looking at you.
You smirk, “Please what kitten?” The word kitten causes him to moan, bucking his hips up to nothing.
“P-please more”, He stutters, embarrassed but loving how turned on he is.
You smile and nod. But you can’t help but tease him a little longer. If he’s good and lets you, he knows he’ll get what he wants.
A/N:: Hii, this is short!! I hope it was good! I literally just got back from one of their concerts. Ahhhh!!! It was awesome.
warnings: sub!sunoo, pet names, thigh-riding, hickeys, blowjob, nipple play(?), sunoo has stretch marks, cum eating, bit of aftercare, lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 1.1k
lowercase intended! pls lmk of typos!
4 or so hours ago, you recieved a video call from sunoo while he was taking a break from practice. when you answered, you were met with his pouty face.
"i only have 10 minutes. can you help me? please?" he whined. you didn't have to ask to know what he meant.
sunoo knows how you feel about him touching himself. he knows you don't really like it, but you have been known make exceptions when he asks you so nicely.
but instead of helping like he thought you would, you asked if he could wait until he got home.
"you'd rather me help you in person, right baby?" you asked in a soft voice. he looked disappointed. so pitiful. so needy.
he agreed with a sigh and hung up after a few minutes to go back to practice.
you did feel a bit guilty for making him wait, but you knew that you could make him feel 100x better than his hand could.
since the call, you've been patiently waiting for him to come home. around 9 pm you heard the door unlock.
you quickly inserted your bookmark in your current read and met your boy at the door.
he dropped his things and turned toward you.
"hey love, how was practice?" you asked him before slipping your hands under his shirt to caress his waist.
his attempted answer was interrupted by a soft moan escaping his mouth. he had been horny for hours- your mere touch was enough to light a fire within him. he dropped his head onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and letting out a shaky breath, subtly pressing his hard-on into your thigh.
you could feel the slight rocking of his hips and feel the erratic beating of his heart.
without another word, you pushed sunoo off of you and grabbed his hand to drag him to your room. he followed without question.
once inside, the first thing you did was push sunoo onto the bed and pull his sweatpants off in a swift motion.
the wet spot you saw at the front of his boxers made you coo. poor baby.
you pulled him into a sitting position, and sitting down next to him, you grabbed his waist, moving him to sit down on your thigh.
he groaned at the pressure, throwing his arms around your neck and letting his head hang low.
you put a hand under his chin to pull his head up before latching your lips onto his. as soon as he was holding his own head up, you moved your hands down to grab his hips and pushed him further into your thigh, causing him to moan into your mouth.
finally, he started grinding like his life depended on it. he was still trying to kiss you, but was becoming sloppy as the sounds escaping him were preventing him from keeping his mouth shut.
you decided to abandon the kiss and just focus on grinding him harder and harder onto yourself.
once his breaths started becoming shorter shallower you knew he was close, so you held his hips still.
"no! no, no, no i was so close," he whined, almost crying.
your intention wasn't to edge him or tease him, you just wanted to make him cum with your mouth.
"it's okay baby, you'll get to finish soon, i promise."
you pulled him off of your thigh and pushed him onto his back before pulling his shirt over his head and his soaked boxers down his legs.
hovering over him, you pinned his hands above his head and began kissing down his torso, licking and sucking wherever you saw fit. tens of short, quiet moans left sunoo's mouth as you marked up his chest and tummy.
you paid extra attention to his nipples, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking on the sensitive areas. he squirmed and whined like a dog.
finally, you made your way further down between his legs, taking a moment to admire the way he looked right now.
not wanting to waste another minute, you held his hips down with one hand, took his cock in your other, and put your mouth down on him, earning a beautiful sound from sunoo.
you traced the veins with your tongue, feeling the blood pulsing through them and hummed, providing him with a bit of extra stimulation.
you swirled your tongue around his tip, dipping it into his slit a few times just to feel his hips twitch.
you took your mouth off of him for just a second to say, "let me know when you're close," before going back down on him.
you relished in the taste of him, sucking him off like it was your last meal.
feeling that he was nearing the edge, you let go of his hips and moved your hands to grab his thighs. your fingers traced delicately along his stretch marks, the light touch driving him insane.
he bucked his hips up, almost causing you to gag before yelling, "close!"
that was your cue. you pulled your mouth off him and quickly replaced it with your hand, jerking him off as quick as you could, rubbing his tip with your thumb as his breathing once again became shorter and shallower.
5 more seconds and he let out a choked sob as he released, the white ropes painting his tummy.
while he was coming down from his high, you got to work cleaning him up.
you licked most of the puddle of cum off of his tummy, scooping up the rest with your fingers.
you leaned up and tapped on sunoo's lips. he opened his eyes to look at you, and you showed him your sticky fingers.
"open," you told him.
he did so, and you inserted your digits into his mouth. as he sucked on your fingers his eyes rolled back and he moaned at the taste of himself.
as pretty as sunoo looked sucking on your fingers, they were already clean, so you pulled them from his mouth.
you sighed contentedly, admiring him in this state.
"sorry for making you wait, sun," you spoke softly, while petting his hair.
he smiled.
"it's okay. you always take good care of me. i trust you," he giggled.
you smiled back.
"i love you, sunny. let's go shower," you suggested.
"i love you too. yes, let's!" he replied.
you took a quick shower together, with your top priority being getting clean since the both of you were exhausted.
neither of you felt like getting dressed once you were finished, so you just dried off and got into bed.
sunoo laid down on top of you with his head on your chest, bare bodies pressing together. you ran your hands through his damp hair, feeling his breathing even out after a few minutes.
you kissed the top of his head before drifting off to sleep yourself.
a/n- i'm absolutely insane about stretch marks you have no idea.
It's (I'M) not quite kink-y enough to be Kinktober but I just wanted to do something for Halloween.
How does it work?
Basically I will just post either once or twice every Thursday (Thursday for the certain 1st one, and any random day for the optional 2nd one.) for 5 weeks (it should be that the 5th week is the 31st or the 30th depending on where you are) until Halloween.
Edit: fell through entirely, so I'm switching it up to be just whenever I want to post during Halloween!
