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[deadghosy]

Hi! I saw that you wanted 'Sly. Boys react to' ideas so I thought I'd give it a go.

How about, Slytherin boys react to a animagus!reader? Maybe they're a small common animal like a cat or maybe a fantastic/magical one like a Niffler or Thestral

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A/N: Hello 🎃 anon!! Thanks for this request💕

Slytherin boys react to an animagus!reader

Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, && Lorenzo Berkshire

Tom Riddle

When you turned into a cat in front of him…he immediately just looked up from his book with a raised brow like “wtf”

But his reaction is to just pick you up and sit you on his lap. Getting back to his book

He’s like a villain, petting you with you on his lap with an evil smile.

Oddly he will stuff you in his robe so he can go to class. Not worrying about you messing up his dorm.

You could be chilling in the room, reading a book in your human state. And out of nowhere…

“Transform into a cat. You’re coming with me.” Tom says busting into your wand with a glint of mischief in his eyes

Mattheo Riddle

Picks you up and puts you in his lap

He’s never letting you go unless you change back to Normal

But neither the less he is still holding you down and kissing your face

He’s never letting you 😭

Draco Malfoy

Kinda like Tom, he’s stuffing you in his damn robe 😭

“Sssh be quiet!” Is something he says so you won’t meow when he’s in class

Would have a bedazzled cat bed for you ☺️ soiling your human form and cat one.

He loves your both form equally

Blaise Zabini

Pets you a lot!

But he prefer you were back to human so he can physically kiss you.

As much as he loves your animal form, he loves your human form more! 🫶🏾

Theodore Nott

Meows at you 😭PLEASE HE THINKS YOU UNDERSTAND HIM BUT YOU CANT

Would lay on the ground with you and just play with you. Babying you with soft words in Italian

He feels like he loves your animal form more so he can just pet you more. He loves you! It’s just you’re so cute as a cat.

Probably buys a collar only for you to run.

Then he pulls a wand spell and makes you stay still…you scratched his hands so bad

Lorenzo Berkshire

Petting you with every chance!

As much he loves your human form, he loves your cat one because of how small, fuzzy, and adorable you. But it’s not like you arent adorable your own self.

Is cautious to let another student pet you. Specifically mattheo-

Buying a lot of cat stuff for you.

He made sure your cat bed, if you ever turn accidentally. Would be by him. 🫶🏾💕

Definitely “pspsps” at you 😭😭

He loves to give you nose boops. He finds it cute.

[aurorawritestoescape]

CRAVING YOU

Joel Miller x f!reader || 3,9k

Summary: after a breakup you throw a big Halloween party and look for someone hot to spend the night with, but no one attracts your attention. That is until you see Joel.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, age gap (how big is up to you bb), soft!Joel, soft!dom vibes, sex with a stranger, praise kink, fingering, squirting, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, reader getting emotional, aftercare, talk of past heartbreak, smoking. Pics are only for the mood but reader wears a described slutty costume. Joel can lift reader.

A/n: this is written for @mermaidgirl30 ‘s Halloween writing challenge. Thank you for the fun event, Jamie!🩷 Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 Happy Halloween everyone!🎃🖤

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“As if!”

You push away another drunk frat boy off yourself and head to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. Yes, you look hot as hell practically naked in your red bra, tiny red skirt and a red latex coat over your naked shoulders but it doesn’t give them the right to get handsy with you. Walking through your parents’ house, dark except for the strobing lights, drowning in loud music, you wonder why you invited all of these assholes but it’s totally on you. You wanted to throw a big Halloween party after breaking up with your long-term boyfriend. Not so ‘long’ anymore. He was the one you planned to marry. To spend all your life with. You were high school sweethearts, went to the same college and suddenly all your plans turned to ashes. You found yourself lost, heartbroken and in need of comfort. Tonight you wanted to be hugged or fucked or both.

But unfortunately nobody has attracted your attention. You’re walking through the buzzing crowd but suddenly you stop in your tracks as soon as you spot him.

He’s standing outside in the empty backyard, illuminated by the string lights and the moon. His back is to the house and the first thing you notice is a tool belt, hanging around his hips. A builder costume? Interesting.

The belt attracts your attention to his gorgeous ass and even from afar you see that it looks delicious in jeans. You bite your lip, imagining your hands on those cheeks.

His back is broad. Strong. A plaid shirt is strained over his muscular shoulders. His dark curls shine with the silver of the moon.

Like a shark finally smelling its prey, you start moving towards him, pushing away everyone in your way. You slide a glass door, releasing the music and the chatter of the party into the yard, and the loud sounds make the man turn. Internally you squeal with excitement when you see his handsome features, partially hidden behind the cigarette smoke. When it dissipates, your breath hitches. His prominent nose is asking to be sat on, his dark eyes are scorching every inch of your exposed skin yet his plush lips curve into a warm smile at the sight of you sauntering towards him.

”Hey,” you purr, waving at the stranger with your fingers. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You offer him your hand and he blows the smoke to the side, before gently shaking it.

“Sorry, miss. I’m Joel. Joel Miller.”

You tell him your name and notice his eyes linger on your body, barely covered and sparkling with glitter. In your mind you smirk— you’re so fucking him tonight.

“Jus’ havin’ a smoke. I’ll leave soon.”

“No, why, it’s allowed,” you giggle and look him up and down before adding. “I really love your costume, Joel.”

You step up closer to him and slide your index finger along the tool belt, stopping over his big bulge. You both glance down and he smiles,

“ ‘s not a costume, sweetheart. I’m a contractor. The man who owns this house wants to redo some stuff in the backyard. He told me I could come and take the measurements tonight. My crew is starting work tomorrow. Didn’t know there’d be a party.”

He glances at the house and chuckles, seeing someone do a keg stand in the living room.

“Oh.”

You realize why your father had told you to keep the guests out of the backyard. Strangely the fact that he’s a contractor makes the situation even hotter. You give Joel a little smile, batting your eyelashes at him, and whisper, “My mistake.”

“It’s ok. ‘s Halloween after all. What are you?" Joel asks, taking in your 'costume' that barely covers anything. To lure him in further, you push your chest out and your red coat opens up more, showing the man all of your assets. Joel shifts on his feet and you wonder if his jeans are getting too tight.

"I'm a girl who wants to have fun tonight."

You give him a loaded smile and in a second giggle as his eyebrows shoot up.

"I'm the devil, Joel."

You tilt your head down and point at your little red horns.

Joel nods slowly, taking another drag of his cigarette. His gaze sticks to your breasts, your belly, your barely covered thighs.

"Lookin' great, sweetheart. I'm ready to sell my soul."

Melting from the pet name, you tilt your head to the side and ask in a sultry voice, "Oh, really? And what do you want for your soul, Joel?"

The man narrows his eyes at you and his tongue slides over the lower lip as he contemplates his answer for a second.

"Jus' what every man wants, I reckon."

"What's that?"

"A sexy devil ready to grant his every wish."

It seems that you stop breathing and immediately feel yourself getting wet. Your heart is fluttering as he’s flirting with you. Your gazes are dancing over each other’s bodies, hungry and enticing, and he puts out the cigarette and inches closer to you. Your eyes lock, challenging each other to act on your desires.

“Guess you got lucky tonight, Joel” you whisper.

His smile is downright devilish.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

Your voices are barely audible with the music, blasting inside the house, but you hear each other perfectly well. It feels intimate even with a bunch of people, partying behind the glass doors. There’s no one else in the world, just Joel and you, and the moon, bathing you two in its pearly light. Heat radiating from his big body contrasts with the chilly air, and you shiver.

“Let’s go inside, you’re cold,” he offers, motioning to the house, but you’d hate to be interrupted by anyone.

“There’s a guest house over there — I’ve heard. I doubt you’ve already measured stuff there.”

You bite your lower lip as a fear grips your stomach. What if he says ‘no’? Rejection would cut you like a knife right now. But Joel surprises you.

He lifts his hand to your face and pinches your chin, holding you in place. His tone is serious all of a sudden.

“Are you drunk?”

His piercing eyes are assessing your face for a few seconds and you slowly but surely drown in them.

“No. Only had one drink. I’m fine.”

You look at his lips, your breath frozen, until he replies,

“Actually... You are right. Let’s go take a look at that house.”

Flashing him a mischievous grin, you take his big warm hand and start walking. On your way there your core is tingling with anticipation. You've never done anything like this before. Never been so turned on by someone you’ve just met. But your body burns with the need and you take a leap.

As soon as you step through the door, finally away from the annoying party in the main house, you take your coat off, hop on a desk and playfully beckon Joel with your finger. You feel sexy and ready to have fun.

He looks around the place and then his obsidian eyes focus on you. He prowls closer, taking his tool belt off.

“You can leave it on,” you purr, planting your hands on the surface behind you and arching your back.

He shakes his head. “Don’t wanna hurt you…sharp tools.”

He throws the belt on the floor and steps up between your spread thighs. You throw your legs wider apart and your short skirt rides up, exposing your pussy covered by red panties.

Joel’s eyes land there immediately and he mumbles, “Fuckin’ hell.”

Happy with the effect you have on the man, you lean forward and press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. He drags his nose down to your neck and then whispers into your ear,

“Why are you doin’ this?”

You smile at the question. “Because I’m horny. And you’re hot.”

“Hmm, let me ask again. Why— are you doin’ this? Don’t lie now.”

You pull away and glare at him, your brows furrowed. His eyes are set on your face, his expression serious, waiting, and you snap, not hiding your rising frustration.

“Can’t a girl just wanna get fucked?”

His hands run over your naked thighs, and then he brings them to your shoulders. Joel glides his thumbs over your skin there, while his warm eyes are darting between yours.

“Yes, baby, but usually there’s a deeper reason.”

A few seconds pass and his soft gaze breaks your walls, emotions stir in your chest, and you feel your throat tighten and drop your head, averting your eyes from the man.

“My boyfriend… he cheated on me.”

A few moments pass before Joel gruffs,

“The fuck’s his problem? Is he insane?”

You smile and Joel sighs before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Soft then,” he mumbles against your sensitive skin, sending vibrations through your trembling body.

“What?” you ask as your soft lips are grazing his beard. Joel presses kisses to your face, slowly moving to your mouth.

“I needed to ask— to know how to fuck you, baby.”

Your lips finally meet and he kisses you as his hands wrap around your body.

The kiss makes your head spin. He smells like a cheap deodorant and something so manly, your core floods with sticky lust. His scent intoxicates you. It’s completely different from your ex’s and it makes you throb. Your core, burning with desire, demands him inside you and the ache between your legs sends your hands to his belt. Your body is pleading, ‘Give me— please—need you’.

Joel gently bites your lower lip, slightly pulling away, and you murmur,

“Fuck me.”

He searches for your eyes and takes your impatient hands in his.

“No.”

You open your mouth to protest but he continues,

“I wanna make you feel good first. Can I?”

You nod and then softly gasp as Joel cups your pussy over your panties and his thumb slides up and down caressing your clit under the thin fabric.

”Have you let anyone touch you after… him?”

You shake your head, your lips parted, your nails digging into his shoulders, as you’re watching him take you apart even with a barrier of the material. It’s unbelievable that a fire is already smoldering deep inside you. You struggle to remember the last time your ex turned you on so hard and so fast.

“Am I your rebound then?” Joel asks and your eyes snap up to his. Your stomach drops in fear of him getting offended. But you see his plush lips curve into a smile as he reassures you,

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I don’t mind. I’d be a fool. Look at you.”

His hungry gaze slides down your face, your neck, your chest until it lands on his own hand still pressed to your pussy. Then his thumb snakes under the gusset of your panties and a lightning bolt shoots through your body when his finger finds and starts swirling your slippery clit.

A pathetic whine leaves your parted lips and he pulls you closer to him with his free hand on your lower back.

”Oh my god,” you moan and he takes a deep breath, his cheek pressed to yours. His lips tickle your skin, your whole body burning up under his caress, as he whispers into your ear,

“Do you feel it— how wet you’re?”

His finger is gliding easily over your puffy clit with all the slick lubing his and your skin, and you mewl a soft ‘yeah’.

“Such a good girl for me. But anyone can make a girl come like this—,”

“My ex rarely could,” you blurt out with a hazy smile.

Joel chuckles and his beard lightly rubs your cheek.

“Damn. What an ass.”

You’re so lost in pleasure that you just hum, breathing in his scent.

“Baby, can I put my fingers inside you? Wanna make you feel real good.”

You think, if you’re even capable of thinking right now, that you’d let him do anything to you. Of course you agree, surrendering your body to the man you see for the first time in your life, spreading your thighs a little wider as a silent invitation.

“Thank you, my sexy devil,” Joel growls and his mouth crushes against yours before his middle finger pushes into your sopping hole.

The noise you make doesn’t sound devilish. It’s a soft whimper that he swallows, not parting from your lips even for a second, even to watch his ring finger quickly join the first one. He’s kissing you feverishly, licking into your mouth, while his thick digits plunge in and out your squelching pussy with a steady rhythm. You tilt your hips up to grant him better access and he dives in deeper, claiming the furthest parts of your core.

Joel breaks the kiss and presses his sweaty forehead to yours.

“Listen to yourself— moaning on my fingers like this— imagine what I can do with my cock.”

“Joel, please,” you beg not sure why- to make him stop talking or asking him to continue. He knows the answer even better than you.

“You’ll be screaming my name soon, little devil. Give me a chance and you’ll be screaming it every day.”

He drops his gaze and you follow.

A lustful moan falls from your lips when you see his manly fingers move in and out your glistening entrance, your panties and his digits are coated in your shiny slick. The sight adds pleasure to your already ecstatic sensations.

“It’s like my fingers belong in your pussy, sweetheart.”

He almost pulls them out but then hooks them inside you and his pads start rubbing a spot that makes your core vibrate and eyes roll back.

“Yeah—oh, yeahhhh—“, you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders mercilessly as you feel your climax approaching fast.

“Fuck! you’ll make me bust into my jeans soundin’ like this —lookin’ like this.”

Joel is massaging your soft spot for a few moments and suddenly you feel tickling pressure rise under his touch and a panic grips your heart.

“Oh no, Joel—wait—,” you mumble but in a second you feel warm wetness rush out of you as Joel keeps fingering you, lewd noises filling the room, and your thighs, the desk, Joel’s jeans get splayed with your clear juices.

“Yes! fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!”

With the added wetness you come hard, shaking on the slippery desk, and Joel holds you with a free hand, pressing his body closer to yours, while your whole world squeezes into the size of this room, where the man you’ve just met is making you see the brightest stars behind your eyelids.

As soon as your body stops trembling, you fall into his embrace and Joel holds you against his chest, letting you catch your breath. His arms, secure and strong around you, send waves of comfort to your heart and suddenly you feel wetness not only between your naked thighs but also in your eyes.

You sit up on the desk, your eyes glistening, your hands gripping his shirt, and give him a warm smile, full of affection and gratitude.

Joel chuckles and kisses your cheek,

“Have you never squirted before? You looked so terrified, little thing.”

You shake your head and drop it, hiding your eyes but also assessing the damage. The desk is a mess.

Joel notices your unease and takes your chin between his fingers.

“I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.” Then he lifts your face to his and winks, “I’m honored to be the first.”

You’re trying to keep yourself from melting under his dark brown eyes but it’s hard. Your whole body is longing for him, his touch, his lips. Joel’s gorgeous and he’s just given you the best orgasm of your life. What chances have you got?

So you give in to your heart‘s and pussy’s desire.

“I want you, Joel. Want you to fuck me.”

Joel runs his hands over your whole body with a smile before saying,

“I’d love to fuck you, baby. But tonight I think you need me to make love to you. Let me do that.”

You feel warmth stir deep in your belly before replying with a quiet but confident ‘yes’ and in the next second Joel wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you off the desk.

“There must be a bed here,” he mumbles, carrying you to another room and you hum into the crease of his neck. You know there’s one.

The bed is soft and warm under you in comparison with the desk but you don’t think about it. Your whole being is focused on the man discarding his clothes in front of you. You can’t help but moan when he takes his boxers off and climbs on the bed completely naked. His body is strong, the broad chest and shoulders make your hands itch to touch and squeeze them, your lips desire to trace his happy trail down and to kiss his big hard cock, standing proudly. He’s perfect.

“Your turn baby,” he motions to your ‘costume’, and when you sit up he stops you.

“Let me. Please.”

You gladly give him full control and your body vibrates under his fingers when he slowly and gently undresses you.

Both naked except for the horns on your head, you immediately gravitate to each other and the sensation of his hot skin against yours sends shivers through your body.

“Cold, sweetheart? I’ll warm you up.“

Joel kisses you again and pushes you to lie down before getting between your thighs and covering your body with his. His leaking cock smears precum over your belly and you impatiently start rubbing your folds against his shaft, chasing any pressure you can get.

“My devil’s needy, huh? Pretty girl wants my cock?”

“Yes, please,” you whine and Joel locks eyes with you.

“Wait a second—“ he mumbles, about to leave you, but you wrap your arms around him.

“No, I need to feel you. Fully. No condoms.”

Joel presses his forehead to yours.

“You sure? I promise I’m clean but —.”

“Me too. I’ve had sex only with my ex. Ever.”

He looks into your eyes and you don’t see pity there, only care, respect.

“If you’re sure, baby—.”

He kisses you again and you feel his hand slither between your bodies as he grabs his cock and pushes the tip past your folds. The fat head nudges your soft hole and you gasp when he begins pushing his length in, inch by inch, careful not to hurt you.

“Fuckin’—sorry, hnggg—that’s it, little devil. Taking me so good.”

And you are taking him easily, despite his size. You’ve been opened up by his thick fingers, your recent orgasm, and you happily welcome him into your warmth and wetness.

When Joel bottoms out, he growls and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. With your lips caressing each other, he begins rocking his hips against you, sending his cock deeper and deeper, until it hits your cervix and you bite his lip.

Joel smirks, “Naughty devil. You feel too fuckin’ good to be real.”

You smile, your eyes hazy as they roll behind your head, when Joel changes an angle and begins rutting into you, stroking the right spot over and over.

You moan loudly and he swallows your noises with another kiss. You’re clawing at his arms and back, making him groan, spreading your thighs wider for him to take everything from you, to give him yourself completely. Your puffy clit grinds against his pelvic bone and another orgasm crests in your core.

With every thrust the head of his cock deliciously massages you from the inside and he picks up the pace sending you higher until another climax blooms behind your clit and explodes in the deepest part of your core and you come apart from both stimulations.

You scream his name just like Joel predicted and he doesn’t shut you with a kiss this time. His eyes are on you, drinking your pleasure.

“Yeah, good girl. Take it, baby— fuck! your pussy —choking me —ahhhh…”

He moans and you feel warmth spread inside you when he starts squirting his seed against your pulsating walls. You wrap your legs around him tighter to keep him in, take all of it gratefully. Your pussy is fluttering around his throbbing cock and you keep whimpering while his hips thrust in, sending his load deeper.

After Joel fills you up, he stills inside you and searches for your eyes. Through heavy breaths he asks you, brows knitted together, voice worried,

“What is it? Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

When he cups your cheek, you realize that you’re crying, tears streaming down your face to your temples, your chest shaking with quiet sobs.

“No, I’m not hurt— I don’t know— I don’t know—,” you shake your head, mumbling, confused by your own reaction but he doesn’t push further.

Joel gently pulls out, lies down next to you and takes you in his arms. His body presses to yours as he covers you both with the bedspread. He leans closer and kisses your forehead, your cheeks and you slowly calm down, comforted by your lover.

“I don’t usually cry after sex. I’m sorry,” you whisper after a few minutes, still sniffing from time to time, and he glides his warm hands over your back.

“‘s ok, baby. Is it me?”

“No! Well, kinda—yes. Because it was amazing. I’ve never felt so good before.”

You feel Joel’s smile against your forehead, and you lift your face to his and whisper,

“Thank you.“

“My pleasure.”

With a twinkle in his eye, he presses his lips to yours and softly kisses you, hesitant to push too soon, too hard. But you know what you want so you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue between his lips and soon you’re making out as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your inner thighs are wet and sticky but you don’t care.

When Joel breaks the kiss, he locks eyes with you.

“I doubt you’re the devil, baby.”

“Oh?” You sound a little offended.

“Yeah. I think you’re the most beautiful angel. Too perfect for any asshole on this planet.”

Your lips curve into a smile as you purr,

“You don’t seem like an asshole.”

“Thank you,” he smiles back.

He pulls you in closer again and you two rest together, relishing the new-found intimacy. Joel is the first to break the silence.

”Did he ever apologize?”

The question rings loudly in the quiet room. An hour ago it would make you upset, as a reminder of the biggest heartbreak of your life. Now it barely grazes your soul.

”No.”

Joel hugs you tighter and murmurs,

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of Joel’s skin. Breathing out the pain of the previous relationship.

You’re lying in each other’s arms for a few more minutes until Joel searches for your eyes.

“We can’t let this night be the only one. What do you say, baby? Can I see you again?”

Your heart sings but then drops into your stomach. You have to tell him. After clearing your throat, you admit,

”This client of yours. It’s my dad. I live here—,” You see Joel’s eyebrows rise up and quickly add, “I can stop by the backyard tomorrow? If you’d like.”

Regret is clawing at your chest. Why haven’t you said anything sooner? He probably hates you now. But Joel smirks, lifting weight off your soul.

“You’re full of surprises, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Naughty devil.”

With that he pushes you down and kisses your smiling lips.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

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[milla-frenchy]

October

2k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: autumn is here, and you always loved that season. This year, you will probably love it even more Warnings: none, fluff. Meet cute, soft!Javi, book lovers, cats, alt POVs. No age specified.

a/n: this is written for @jolapeno & @goodwithcheese 's fall challenge. I ordered Peña’s Pumpkin Latte and A fall walk 🎃🍂🍁

@aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing and everything, as always 💕🫶 dividers @steddiecameraroll-graphics 🙏

Autumn has always been your favorite season. The cooler temperatures, cardigans, blankets on the couch. The thicker socks. You loved staying in and watching the leaves fall from your couch. Drinking coffee or hot chocolate, your cat on your lap.

You also loved going to bookstores or cafes, walking on the fallen leaves on the ground. Listening to their crunch under your feet. The streets painted in a mix of red, orange, brown colors were beautiful. The first rains didn't even bother you.

That Saturday, you took your notebag and the book you were currently reading and headed to one of your favorite places. To get a coffee sprinkled with chocolate powder, and to eat some of those ghost-shaped cookies that the owner cooked every year, from October to November. You finished your book there and decided to get a new one, so you walked to your usual bookstore. The one where the owner's cat sleeps on the books. He's beautiful, black and white. He lets you scratch his ears every time you go there, purring so hard that it always makes you smile.

It started to rain and you forgot your umbrella, so while waiting for the rain to stop, you picked three books from the shelves, and sat down in one of the armchairs to choose one of them. You turned the pages and the smell of old paper rose up to your nostrils. You loved that scent.

“Good choice,” you heard.

You turned your head towards the man who just spoke to you. Dark hair, mustache, black coat. He had two books in his hand. You'd never seen him there before.

“Your book,” he added to answer your questioning look, pointing at it. “It’s one of my favorites.”

His smile was warm, friendly. His eyes were a curious contrast of seriousness mixed with a twinkle.

“Oh, right, the book,” you replied, smiling. “Yeah, I’ve read great reviews about it. I just finished my last one and I am looking for a new one.”

“It's bittersweet, a little sad but very beautiful. If you're not afraid of a rollercoaster of emotions, it's perfect.”

“Well, I’m gonna follow your advice and buy it. Thank you…?” 

“Javi,” he responded, smiling again.

“Thank you, Javi,” you replied, and told him your name. “The rain has stopped, I’m gonna go. Have a good day!”

“Thanks, you too.”

You paid for the book and left quickly, seeing that new threatening clouds were approaching.

On Sunday, you walked to the park near your house. The weather was way better that day, the sky all blue. You sat on a bench sheltered by hedges that had grown well since last spring, put a blanket you brought on your knees and began reading  your book. 

You started it the night before, and you were glad you followed the advice of that man, Javi. The book suited your tastes perfectly. 

You stayed in the park until it started to get a little chilly, the blanket not enough to keep you warm, then you gathered your things and left. 

On your way back home, a curious black kitten approached you. Its fur was a bright contrast to the orange leaves on the ground.

“What are you doing here all alone, kitty?” you asked him, crouched and scratched his chin. He rubbed against your legs, purring, then left as quickly as he‘d arrived.

As you got up, you saw Javi on the other sidewalk and waved at him.

“Hi!” he greeted you, walking towards you. “You enjoyed some quiet time in the park?” he asked, pointing at your blanket.

“Yeah, I wanted to enjoy the nice weather. I go to the park every Sunday afternoon when I can. I started to read the book!” you added.

“Oh great! What do you think?”

“I really love it so far. Thank you for the recommendation.”

He smiled at you. He was cute. And handsome.

You smiled at him too. And for a few seconds you were just smiling at each other. Those slightly silly smiles that you share when you meet someone and want to know them better.

“I was going to have a coffee, do you wanna come?” he finally asked you, breaking the silence.

“Sure.”

You had never usually had coffee with strangers, but you felt like you already knew him a little. As if the fact that you had the similar tastes in books had helped you to take the leap.

He told you he always drank black coffee, but wanted to try something new, so he ordered a pumpkin spice latte. You laughed when you saw him wrinkle his nose after tasting it.

“I’m gonna stick with my usual,” he chuckled.

You spent the afternoon there, talking about whatever you could think of. Your jobs, your families, your lives, your hobbies. He had moved into the neighborhood a couple weeks ago and didn't know anyone there.

You parted ways, saying “see you soon”.

The following Saturday, you hoped to run into him. At the bookstore or at the café. Or in the neighborhood. You didn't see him and you were a little sad about it. You had often thought about him during the week.

On Sunday, you went to the park. It was a beautiful autumn day. To your pleasant surprise, Javi was waiting for you. With pastries and two coffees.

“Too creepy?” he asked with a cute, almost shy smile, as you stopped surprised in front of him.

“No… too cute,” you grinned, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He was dressed in black. Coat, sweater, pants. He was really handsome. You couldn't believe he was waiting for you there, that he remembered what you said about loving to come there every Sunday afternoon.

You drank your coffees and ate the pastries, sitting on the bench, your blanket on both of you.

He told you he bought furniture the day before, that he finished putting it together late at night. As if he was trying to explain why you didn't see each other yesterday.

“I'm glad to see you today,” you told him.

“Me too.” He looked at you, his eyes landing briefly on your lips. Smiling shyly afterwards, as if to apologize.

You saw each other for the next three weeks, every Saturday and Sunday. Doing fall walks to the cafe, bookstore, park. Every day of the week, you looked forward to the weekend. Aware that you were slowly falling in love with Javi, even if you didn't show it. You weren’t sure if he had feelings for you.

One day, you didn’t know what pushed you to do it, but you couldn't resist and you kissed him under your umbrella. He had just caressed your cheek, and his eyes were the only thing you were able to see. As if everything else had disappeared. 

He kissed you back, his lips pressing against yours, his soft mustache against your skin. You didn't talk about it, didn't want to. You just loved being with him and everything had been perfect so far.

He was always calm, reassuring and didn't rush you. You liked that he didn't feel compelled to fill in the blanks in your conversations.

“Did you see that the café is closed for renovations next Saturday?” he asked at the park, that last Sunday.

“Yes…” you looked down at your feet. You didn’t want to spend a Saturday without seeing him, so you gathered some courage. “Would you like to come and have coffee at my place?”

“I’d love to,” he added quickly, as if he was relieved to know you wanted to see him too.

You gave him your address, and added, “it's the last house on the right. The one with the pumpkins, electric garlands and candles in the living room window.”

He smiled and said “see you Saturday, Hermosa,” before leaving.

Javi wasn’t expecting to meet anyone with whom everything seemed so easy. Not so fast, not so smooth. That Saturday at the bookstore, he saw you a few seconds after the bell on the door rang, announcing an entrance. Always used to analyze every situation, every noise around him. He had done nothing but that for decades. Some habits were hard to break.

You went straight to the cat sleeping on the books, awake as soon as you had lulled him with your soft words “hey kitty, how's your day going? You're such a good boy, always taking care of those books. You love their smell, don’t you? I love it too.” 

He heard the cat purring from where he was. Javi wasn't a cat person, he preferred dogs, but found it rather cute, that loud purring sound.

He had thought back to Puff, Steve and Connie's cat. Fucking sicarios.

His years at the DEA would haunt him for years, probably for his entire life, he knew it. He had tried to work on his father's ranch, but everything reminded him of the DEA. His childhood, his teenage bedroom. The discussions with his parents about his desire to join the agency. Lorraine. He wondered what he had missed, even though he did not regret his years in Columbia. He had done the best he could.

He had thought that maybe he would recover faster if he left Laredo. If there were fewer people who spoke Spanish around him. He needed a change of life, so he had moved to the other side of the country.

And then you arrived in his life, kind of. 

When he saw you, holding his favorite book in your hands, his heart skipped a beat. There were two other books on your lap, but you were looking at his favorite. He didn’t hesitate long before coming up to talk to you. As if that book was some kind of a sign that he had to meet you.

On Sunday, he saw you sitting on a bench in the park, immersed in the book. He didn't want to disturb you, so he waited for you to leave and came to meet you while you were crouching next to a cat in the street. You really were a cat person.

The smile you gave him reached his heart a little too fast. As if you were a constant in his new life. Already. 

It could seem silly, he didn't know you. But he didn't really remember what a normal life was, either. With no drugs, no guns, no threats, no deaths. You were none of that. Maybe that was the reason why he never felt the urge to be grumpy or sassy around you.

The following Saturday he went to buy the last pieces of furniture he was missing in his apartment. He started to assemble them, without realizing how much time was passing. Until he saw that night had almost fallen. He ran to the café, to the bookstore, to the park, but he didn't see you. It was too late.

He cursed between his teeth, and hoped to meet you the next day. Yes, the next day, if the weather was nice, he would go to the park.

He smiled when he woke up the next morning, seeing the blue sky. He waited for the afternoon, then bought two coffees and some pastries. Hoping that you would be there.

You greeted him with a big, beautiful smile when you saw him. Thanking him for what he had brought. And damn, you had a charming smile.

Then, you saw each other every weekend, all October. Each week passed too slowly for his liking, while each moment in your presence passed at the speed of light.

One Saturday, in that café, he didn’t even realize that he had rested his head on his hand, turned towards you, and that he was drinking in your words. You were so close. It made you smile shily. He wondered if you were as enamored as he was. 

But he didn't want to move too fast, didn't really want to know if you were. It had been a long time since he had spent such moments with a woman. Someone who wasn't related to his job. Since high school, probably?

He didn’t want to know, but when you came out of the cafe and it started to rain, you opened your umbrella and offered him a cover rom the rain under it. Your eyes plunged into his, and he couldn’t resist the urge to brush your cheek covered in a few drops of water with his thumb. Your eyes slid from his eyes to his lips, and you bit yours. He didn’t move, not wanting to break the moment. Not wanting to go too fast. But he let you get closer to him, until your lips landed on his, offering the softest kiss he had ever received. He felt his cock throb, tightened in his pants. It was happening to him more and more when he was with you, but he didn't want to think about it. He wanted to put his arm around your shoulders to protect you from the cold, but he didn't dare. 

Though, he couldn't help himself from resting his hand on the small of your back, brushing it over your coat. He felt you getting closer to him and you walked without speaking. The silence wasn't awkward at all, and he loved that.

That last Sunday, when you offered him to have coffee at your place, he didn’t hesitate for long. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to take his time anymore.

He knocked on your door and when you opened it, he held out a book.

“This is my second favorite, if you want to give it a try,” he said. As if he was not really talking about giving a try to that book, but to him.

You smiled, pulled him by the collar towards you and kissed him.

He definitely didn’t want to take his time anymore, and apparently neither did you.

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[mushyblushyredhead]

Can we see some Lee Vaggie and Ler Charlie?

There's not enough Chaggie

(Huge fan of your art. You're really talented)

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Day 6: Cuddles

♡ Aug’s TkTober2024

A/N: Awww thank chu, anon! That really means a whole dang lot ;u;💕

POV: You’re Vaggie trying to enjoy a nice cuddle sesh but your hyper golden retriever girlfriend keeps sneaking in tkls X3

[yokumirumerafan]

Could you do one where Y/N asks the kny characters if they wanna carve pumpkins together for halloween and when they carve together Y/N carves to lil stick figures together on the back and makes a heart by it and says “Look it’s us :D”

YESSSSSSSSS 🎃🧡 THAT’S SO CUTE I’M— YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME WITH FLUFF 😭😭 this is the most “domestic soft moments with your favs” idea and I’m OBSESSED!!!

🌸 KAMABOKO SQUAD FIRST!!! 💗

🩷 Tanjiro Kamado He’s carving like it’s a mission from the gods—so focused, tongue poking out a bit. When you turn your pumpkin around and show him the lil figures: Tanjiro.exe has stopped working 😳💥 “Y/N… that’s us?” You nod happily. He just sits there, stunned, smiling like the sun. Keeps glancing at it all night. “I’m keeping this pumpkin forever.”

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma He IMMEDIATELY starts crying. Like, sniffling, shaking hands, full dramatics. “YOU MADE US TOGETHER?? IN A HEART??? YOU LOVE ME THAT MUCH??” You’re like “Zenitsu it’s a stick figure it’s not that deep—” “Yes it IS!! IT’S SYMBOLIC!!” He takes a photo, sketches it into his journal, and carves an even bigger heart on his.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira He made a pumpkin with sharp tusks and rage eyes and called it “Lord Pumpkegon.” You show him your sweet carving and he stares at it, real quiet. “…Those are us?” “Yup! Look, I gave you your fluffy hair.” “…You remembered my HAIR?” Cue: him melting. He carves a stick pig beside it in response. (You keep both.)

🖤 Genya Shinazugawa Lowkey nervous to mess up his pumpkin, so he’s carving really slow. You gently turn yours around and show the little “us” scene. He freezes. “That’s… us?” “…Yeah. Is it weird?” He shakes his head, red as a tomato. “No. I… really like it.” He starts carving something similar on his, trying not to smile like an idiot.

🍁 HASHIRA TIMEEEE 💕

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro He’s carving a FLAMING LION. Of course. When you show him the tiny stick figures and heart, he throws his head back laughing in joy. “AHAHA! You captured our essence beautifully!” He adds a flame around the heart on his own pumpkin to match yours 😭 You do the “clink” thing with your pumpkins like they’re wine glasses.

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka You weren’t even sure if he’d join—but he showed up, knife in hand, pumpkin ready. You show him your carving shyly: “Look… it’s us.” He stares for a bit. “…You carved us?” You nod. He turns a bit red, then very quietly carves a tiny little “Y/N” on the bottom of his pumpkin so no one sees. (You saw. You’re giggling.)

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji She gasps so loud when she sees the carving. “THAT’S SO ROMANTIC Y/N!!!” She immediately clutches her heart and wiggles in her seat. Carves her own heart next to a stick figure of you with hearts all around it. Your pumpkin date night becomes a full love-fest 😭💖

⚡ Obanai Iguro “…A heart?” He says it like he’s judging but his entire face is on fire. He stares at your pumpkin, then looks at his blank one. “…Tch.” Cue him carving an extremely detailed snake coiled around a stick figure labeled “you.” No one knows he’s smiling under the bandages. (Except you. You always know.)

🪓 Sanemi Shinazugawa “This is stupid.” Still shows up. Still carves a cool angry-face pumpkin. You: ”Look! It’s us!” Him: freezes, squints, looks away “…That’s dumb. Why would you… make that.” But later you find a little heart carved on the back of his pumpkin too 😭 (He totally copied you.)

🌧️ Muichiro Tokito “Did you always look that cute in stick figure form?” YES. HE SAID THAT. AND HE MEANT IT. He stares at the pumpkin, then at you, then back again. You catch him smiling and whispering “we look good together” under his breath.

💪 Gyomei Himejima He’s carefully feeling out the pumpkin, carving beautiful patterns. You quietly show him the back of yours and say “Look… it’s us.” He holds the pumpkin gently in his huge hands, tears already forming. “I will treasure this forever.” Wraps you in a big warm hug as you both sit under lantern light 🥹

[emma23]

headcanon y/n and Oscar Isaac characters during Halloween:

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Happy Halloween guys 🎃

Hope u enjoy it 💕🤗

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Steven Grant:

Halloween brings out Steven's passion for mythology, and he suggests a night tour of the museum to explore its more mysterious artifacts. As he eagerly guides you through the Egyptian exhibits, he starts sharing stories.

“Did you know the ancient Egyptians believed the dead lived in a world parallel to ours?” Steven’s eyes light up as he whispers. “They thought, on certain nights, like All Hallows' Eve, the boundary thins.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You mean like... they could just walk back into our world?”

Steven laughs nervously. “Yeah, but don’t worry! They’re friendly spirits, mostly.” He leans closer, eyes wide with excitement. “Although, if we see anything out of place… just, uh, pretend you don’t notice it.”

Marc Spector:

Marc isn’t one for costumes or spooky stories, but he’s all in for protecting you during a Halloween adventure. He ends up taking you to an abandoned warehouse turned haunted house. You’re both wandering through dark corridors when he notices you jump at a sudden sound.

“You alright?” Marc’s voice cuts through the dark, firm but soft.

You laugh, catching your breath. “Yeah, just… wasn’t expecting that.”

Marc smirks, moving in closer. “You’re safe with me. Besides,” he adds, “those fake ghosts have nothing on the things I’ve seen.”

“Care to share any horror stories?” you tease.

His smile fades, turning into a mock-glare. “Nah. Some things are better left in the dark, trust me.”

Jake Lockley:

Jake insists on taking you for a wild ride through the city at midnight, where the two of you watch costumed crowds roam the streets. You pull out your phone to capture the scene, but he nudges it down.

“Forget the photos,” he says, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. “Some things, you gotta see for yourself.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What, like you?”

Jake chuckles, eyes flicking to you. “Exactly.” He slows down, the car idling under a streetlight. “Want to do something that’ll really give us a thrill?”

Your eyes widen. “What do you have in mind?”

He smirks, tapping the steering wheel. “Trust me. I’ve got a few tricks.”

Anselm Vogelweide:

Anselm has his own idea of Halloween—a bit unconventional. He takes you to a dingy jazz club, far from any typical Halloween crowd. As you both settle in, he orders two drinks and raises his glass.

“To... not being anywhere near a bunch of fake monsters,” he murmurs dryly.

You clink glasses, laughing. “So, not a fan of Halloween?”

He shrugs, a faint grin pulling at his lips. “Why pretend to be something you’re not? Reality’s scarier than any costume.”

Blue Jones:

Halloween with Blue is an extravagant affair. He insists on going to an exclusive masquerade ball, and you find yourself in an elegant costume that he’s carefully chosen.

“You’re quite the mystery tonight,” you tease, as you both dance in the candlelit hall.

He smirks, his eyes glinting behind his mask. “Tonight, all eyes are on you, sweetheart.”

As you dance, he leans in close. “Tell me, do you really think anyone else here can match up to me?”

You laugh, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “You really don’t have to worry.”

“I know,” he replies smoothly, his arm tightening around your waist. “But it’s more fun to make sure.”

Poe Dameron:

Poe is all about the thrill of Halloween, and he suggests a late-night ghost tour at a supposedly haunted location. As you walk through the eerie surroundings, he stays close by, casting playful glances your way.

“Alright,” he grins, “if you see anything spooky, just scream, and I’ll heroically save you.”

You roll your eyes. “Pretty sure I could handle a ghost myself, Poe.”

He laughs. “Oh, so you’re the tough one tonight?”

“Guess so,” you reply, smirking. “Maybe I’ll be the one saving you.”

Poe’s laughter echoes in the quiet as he wraps an arm around you. “Alright, hero, lead the way. But I reserve the right to hide behind you if things get intense.”

Santiago Garcia:

Pope keeps it low-key, but he suggests exploring an old, rumored-to-be-haunted trail. Walking side by side under the moonlight, he keeps you talking, subtly checking the surroundings.

“So, what’s your take on ghosts?” he asks, giving you a sideways glance.

You shrug. “I think they’re probably out there… somewhere.”

He nods, pretending to be deep in thought. “You know, if we see one, you’ve got to be the brave one.”

You laugh. “What, the tough ex-soldier needs protection?”

“Hey, I never said I was scared,” he teases, nudging you. “Just wouldn’t want them getting in the way of our night.”

Nathan Bateman:

Nathan’s Halloween style is an intellectual one. He invites you over to his house for a horror movie marathon, accompanied by his very strong opinions on everything you watch.

During a jump scare, you flinch, and he raises an eyebrow. “Scared?”

You play it off. “No, just… surprised.”

He chuckles, leaning back. “Look, most of this stuff is laughable if you think about it. The real horror? The way humans mess with things they don’t understand.”

You smirk. “Like you?”

“Exactly,” he replies, a devilish glint in his eye. “Welcome to the scariest place of all—my mind.”

Jonathan Levy:

Jonathan is surprisingly sweet about Halloween. He plans a cozy night in with you, pumpkin carving and Halloween treats included. As he carefully carves a pumpkin, you try to match his focus but end up making a mess.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Here, let me help. You’re... definitely not doing this right.”

You hand over your pumpkin. “Fine, but don’t judge my carving skills.”

He grins, working quickly. “Wouldn’t dream of it. But next time, maybe we’ll pick something less… complicated.”

You both laugh as he finishes the pumpkin, the warm glow of the candle inside casting shadows across the room.

[dc418writes]

talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

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Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

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Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”

[kaciidubs]

Hiii i’m new here so let me guide you through my chan brain rot so you can decide if this request is worth it or not☝️🤓

Ok so i’ve been thinking about bff Chan picking up fem swimmer!reader from late night practice and getting there a bit early so she’s still in the pool. He gets horny seeing her legs (i’m a simp for swimmers’ legs IM SO SOREY) and soaking wet and they fuck in the dressing room (just bc i think pool sex is too messy but this part is wtv for me).

Honestly i just think Chan is such a but/legs guy, i imagine him going insane between them and fucking the mc so hard to fulfill his horny and sentimental needs towards her.

- 🎃 (pumpkin anon if i may??)

Swim Practice

Oh lovely, I've got Chan brain rot 24/7 so let's get into it!!! And of course you can be pumpkin nonie! Sorry it took me so long! 💕

❣ Summary: Chris, your best friend who picks you up after late night swim practices. Chris, your best friend who might just have a thing for your legs. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Smut, fluff, slight humor, unprotected sex, slight public sex [locker room], slight leg kink [Chris], Reader knows how to swim, Reader is also kinda sassy, Chris being a slightly annoying best friend [lovingly] ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chanstopher, Channie, and Chris, Reader is referred to as Littlest Mermaid and Baby, Chris' dad is mentioned once ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Channie! You’re still free to pick me up after practice, yeah? Chanstopher🐺: Yeah, I’ve got you Chanstopher🐺: What time do you get out again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I’ve got the place booked till 10 Chanstopher🐺: Late practice again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Mhm- Mr. Bahng told me I could since all the little kiddos are in their summer lessons Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I owe you big time I swear!! Chanstopher🐺: Yeah yeah, I’ll see you later!

Chris checked the text chat one last time as he pulled open the door to the community center, checking the time at the top of the screen - 9:34 PM, sure he was a bit early, but there was no way you were actually using the whole reservation time.

You and Chris had been best friends since he accidentally pushed you into the pool during your beginner swim lessons, and when he tried to help you out, you’d used all your 9-year-old strength to pull him in instead - from then on, you both have been attached to the hip. Where he was taking swimming lessons to compete in the local swim meets, you were taking swimming lessons because it was either that or gymnastics, according to your parents.

Still, despite your differing reasons for being in the swim classes - proudly led by his parents - you two managed to turn an unfortunate meeting into a friendship that would stand the test of time; from supporting him in his swim meets to supporting him in award shows, you remained a constant in his life.

Of course, he did his best to reciprocate the same support through sending you a wall of text when he learned you’d be taking up swim meets casually in your own division, and staying up late to watch the recordings of said swim meets that his mom and sister sent on your behalf. 

It was only when he went home one time two years ago that the tradition of him picking you up from late practices began; one surprise pop-up turning into him being your designated ride for as long as he was in Australia.

Walking down the all-too-familiar halls, the smell of chlorine slowly seeped into the air before he reached the double doors of the pool room, various warnings and rule lists plastered across the front. He pushed through the doors, the sound of splashing water proving him wrong as he spotted your form floating in the shallow end - eyes closed and limbs splayed out like a starfish, most likely relaxing after a few laps.

Smirking to himself, Chris snuck toward the edge of the pool you were closest to before bending down, putting his hand in the slightly cold water, and splashing water in your direction - laughing as you slipped back into wading.

“What the actual-?!” Wiping your face free of the droplets - ironically making your face even wetter in the process - your fiery glare landed on a familiar face, “Christopher! What the hell was that for?!”

“You looked too peaceful,” he taunted, tongue peaking out of the side of his mouth before a cheeky grin brightened his features.

You rolled your eyes, dipping your hand in the water before flicking some water back in his direction, “Oh whatever - what’re you doing in here anyways? You usually wait outside.”

He shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d still be in the pool - figured I’d just come in and wait this time, haven’t been inside since last year, you know?”

Puffing your cheeks, you waded your way over to the edge before resting your arms on the tiles, “I guess.. Give me one final lap then we can head out, okay?”

“Knock yourself out - we’re still on for Hungry Jacks after, yeah?”

“Of course! There’s no way I’d pass up food after a practice - or food in general.”

With that, he watched as you shuffled your way through the deep end before swimming toward the other half of the pool where they kept laned off for swim meets.

He had to admit, part of him missed competing and the rush of adrenaline when the buzzer went off and all he had to think about was ‘go’, but watching you set up for a lap made that bitterness just a bit sweeter - knowing that you were able to grow from a kid who claimed swimming like a frog was the best form, to earning a few medals in the breaststroke and butterfly stroke category.

The sound of splashing broke him from his reverie, his eyes locking onto your form as you broke into a breaststroke - simple, effective, a good choice to leave off with after hours of practicing with almost perfect technique.

By the time you had turned to finish out your lap, he was already walking toward the pool chair that had your towel draped over your bag, snatching the cloth in preparation for your grand exit.

Oh, how grand it was.

What he wouldn’t give to be the beads of water dripping down the curve of your hips and thighs, skin glistening under the fluorescent lights of the pool room as you pulled yourself out of the pool with hard-earned strength.

Now that you were up close, he could finally notice how your bathing suit was snugly hugging your shape, each bead of water acting like glitter to catch his eye effortlessly - well, almost effortlessly, as he thrusted the towel in your direction without a moment’s notice.

“Uh- Here!”

You took the towel gratefully, shooting him an earnest smile as you took the time to wipe down your arms and chest, “Thanks - just give me a second to rinse off and change, then we can head out.”

Chris meant to answer you, truly he did, but all thoughts of a reply fizzled out into nothing as his eyes began the exciting trail down your body once more - god, he never noticed how wonderfully shaped you were until now, especially your legs.

Curvy, sculpted, from your thighs to your calves, he could only imagine how strong they were - how they’d feel wrapped around his head.

He was a simple man, if he found someone attractive, it was because of a multitude of things, but those legs - your legs, were making him feel like he was a teenager going through puberty again.

“Channie?”

His eyes snapped up to yours, immediately clocking the sparkle of humor mixing with something unfamiliar - it made his stomach flip.

“I could use some help getting out of my bathing suit, if you don’t mind?”

Of course, as a great best friend, who was he to deny you help when you asked?

He could only assume that he was an even greater best friend from the way you were quivering underneath him, your hands holding onto the edge of the towel-covered bench for stability as he fucked you into next week.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, one hand keeping your right leg pressed against his chest while the other gripped your hip, bathing suit laid in a wet heap somewhere along with his sweats and underwear. “You’ve got no clue how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”

Your cunt clenched around him, a shuddering moan falling from your lips as you nodded, “S-Same- fuck, wanted you so bad, Chris- E-Every time you visit.”

“You-” An incredulous scoff escaped him, lips pulling into a cocky smirk, “You waited until now to make a move? Baby, I could’ve been fucking this sweet pussy ages ago?”

You wanted to reply, maybe offer him an apology of some sorts, but his thrusts didn’t let up and the sight of him ducking his head down to press a fleeting kiss to your ankle made your brain evaporate.“It’s fine - we can make up for lost time, yeah?” Dropping his hand to the back of your knee, he pushed your leg up to your torso, mirroring the act with his other hand and your other leg, “After here, after Hungry Jacks, I’m spending the rest of the night with you, between these gorgeous legs of yours.”

[andyouloveme-agere]

my littles are known au headcanons for dandy's world !!

note: these are just my personal headcanons, i'm willing to write differently if you request it! :3

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🍓 sprout - caregiver; high needs

🌌 astro - flip; moderate needs and 4-8 when little

🐚 shelly - little; moderate needs and 2-4 when little

📺 vee - neutral

🪨 pebble - n/a

🌈 dandy - flip; moderate needs and 5-8 when little

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more under the cut!

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🎀 poppy - caregiver; moderate needs

🎶 boxten - little; moderate needs and 5-7 when little

🌊 shrimpo - little; low-moderate needs and 10-12 when little

🎣 finn - little; low-moderate needs and 4-5 when little

🧹 tisha - cg-leaning flip; moderate-high needs and 7-8 when little

🎱 toodles - n/a

🫖 teagan - caregiver; low-moderate needs

🖍 scraps - flip-leaning neutral

🪞 glisten - flip; moderate needs and 14-16 when little

🍩 cosmo - little; high needs and 1-3 when little

🔎 rodger - caregiver; low-moderate needs

💡 brightney - cg-leaning neutral

🧶 goob - little-leaning flip; moderate-high needs and 7-11 when little

💕 flutter - little-leaning neutral

🎲 gigi - neutral

🎭 razzle - caregiver; low needs

🎭 dazzle - caregiver; high needs

🎃 connie - neutral

🎪 looey - little; moderate needs and 5-9 when little

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🎁 bobette - cg-leaning neutral

🍪 ginger - caregiver; low-moderate needs

🎄 rudie - little; moderate needs and 4-6 when little

🏔 coal - n/a

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🥚 eggson - little-leaning neutral

🦋 flyte - cg-leaning neutral

🍫 cocoa - flip; moderate-high needs and 3-8 when little

💐 bassie - little; high needs and 0-2 when little

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if you'd like more in-detail headcanons, send me an ask! :D i'd love to yap about this please :3

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high needs - needs to be little and/or take care of someone very often

moderate needs - needs to be little and/or take care of someone regularly

low needs - needs to be little and/or take care of someone occasionally

neutrals with leanings - don't neccesarily need to be little (and don't fully go into littlespace) and/or take care of someone, but may still feel a pull to or expierence benefits from it.

neutrals - can act little and/or take care of littles, but don't expierence littledrop/cgdrop and don't recieve the same benefits from it.

[e-dubbc11]

🎃 Happy Birthday Month 500 Follower Celebration! 👻

The Sweetest Pain Series…

"That pumpkin is bigger than me!"

(I adore how his family helps him heal from his childhood trauma & he gets to experience all of the family fun with his wife & babies 🥰)

Thank you for your patience, my dear friend! I know how much you love this series and this was such a fun one to picture in my head. So thank you for your support, your asks and for being one of my sweetest friends. It means so much to me ♥️♥️♥️ I hope you like what I did here 🥰

Hey, Pumpkin

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x Wife F! Reader; supporting cast Frank Castle and family plus Anna Raven and Dylan William.

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns.

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: The Russo and Castle family have a fun time at the pumpkin patch. Anna Raven bites off a little more than she can chew 🎃🧡

A/N: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series. Still working through these asks. I will get through them all, I promise!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

The cooler weather was finally here. All of the leaves on the trees had changed from summer green to vibrant shades of yellow, red, and orange. There was a chill in the air with a slight breeze as you all walked toward the entrance to the pumpkin patch.

Little Raven stopped to read the “rules” of the pumpkin patch to herself, then turned to you and said, “If you drop the pumpkins, it hurts them, Mommy!”

Your babies were at such a fun age.

Anna Raven was six, Dylan was two, and about to turn three on Halloween. Before Anna could even participate, you and Billy would take her to the pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins for you and him to carve into Jack O’ Lanterns. But now that Anna was older and had a baby brother chasing after her, she was old enough where she could pick out her own pumpkin.

Dylan was still a little too young for the corn maze but it was perfect for Lisa, Junior, and Little Raven plus she got to hang out with her “Uncle Frankie” and chase him and her father through the maze. You and Maria hung back and walked Dylan around to look at the scarecrows, and delightful cornhusks that were scattered around the area.

They had small farm animals like goats, baby cows, and miniature horses for the little ones to feed and pet, a couple of crawl mazes for the younger kids, and of course the whole reason you were all there in the first place, pumpkins as far as the eye could see.

The scent of cinnamon and cider wafted through the air as you sat and enjoyed hot apple cider and donuts, while waiting for the others to return from their time in the corn maze. You were anxious to see who would emerge victorious because Billy and Frank would compete to see who could get out of the maze first.

Little Dylan handed you the paper that his donut was wrapped in.

“More peeeease!” He said.

You and Maria chuckled.

Dylan’s head of wild dark brown hair had been tousled by the wind and his onyx colored eyes looked up at you, silently pleading for another donut. His cheeks were flushed and his chubby little hands were folded together at the possibility you might say yes.

“No more, baby boy. You’ve had enough sugar. We have to save some for your sister and the others. Wanna go play in the corn pit?” You asked.

“Go play!” Dylan exclaimed.

You chatted with Maria while Dylan crawled through the giant pit filled with corn kernels. Frank popped out of the corn maze first with Junior right behind him, followed by Billy, Lisa, and Little Raven.

“I think you cheated, Frankie.” Said Billy with a wide smile.

“Oh here we go…no I didn’t cheat, Bill.” Frank said, rolling his eyes.

Junior’s lips curled into an excited smile.

“I wouldn’t let him cheat, Uncle Billy!” Junior replied.

Frank turned to Anna.

“You have fun, Little Raven?” He asked.

Anna vigorously nodded.

“Can we go look for pumpkins now, please?” Anna asked politely.

Billy leaned over, placed his hands on his knees so he was eye level with his daughter and with a Cheshire cat smile, replied, “Lead the way, little miss.”

Walking through a sea of orange, the kids darted in all directions to look for the perfect pumpkin. Dylan followed his big sister wherever she went as she checked each pumpkin she looked at for bruises, rot spots, and dents.

Sometimes you’d catch her talking to Dylan, helping him, or correcting his behavior if wasn’t cooperating.

“You gotta pick up the pumpkins with two hands, Dylan.” She said.

You interlocked your arm with Billy’s and as you pushed yourself up onto your toes, you whispered gently into his ear.

“She’s such a good big sister, isn’t she?” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Billy smiled watching the kids, turned to you and replied, “Yes she is, sweet girl.”

His beard tickled your chin when he leaned in and delicately kissed your lips. Billy cupped your cheeks, his hands were chilled and his lips were slightly dry from the cool autumn air but his kisses warmed you all the way down to your toes. His lips tasted like cinnamon and sugar from the warm cider and donuts as a low whimper escaped your lips and you had to remember where you were.

“You taste so sweet, handsome. We should probably keep up with the kids though.” You said as your lips tipped up into a sly smile.

Billy replied, “You started it, baby. Besides, you know Lisa and Junior never let the kids get too far away from them.”

He reached for your hand and brought it up to his lips. Tenderly holding your fingertips, Billy kissed the rose tattoo on your hand which still made you blush every time, and gave you butterflies in your stomach.

He still only had eyes for you and always charming the pants right off of you although you never needed too much convincing.

“Alright move it, soldier. We still have pumpkins to find.” You said.

Slowly but surely, each of the kids picked out the pumpkin that they wanted, even baby Dylan found one that was just his size. Little Raven, on the other hand, was having a problem finding the “perfect” pumpkin.

“I wonder where she gets that from?” You said to your perfectionist husband.

Billy glared at you and replied, “Don’t act like you’re innocent in all this, sweet girl. You have perfectionist tendencies too, ya know.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said with a playful scoff.

“Yeah, surrrrrre you don’t, my little firecracker.” Billy said, gently slapping you on the ass.

Suddenly, you heard Anna let out a squeal of excitement.

Sarcastically, you said to everyone, “I THINK she found something she likes.”

When you all finally caught up to Little Raven, you saw her standing next to a pumpkin that was literally almost the same size as she is.

Lisa looked at her Uncle Billy and said, “You’re gonna need a bigger wheelbarrow, Uncle Billy.”

Frank’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.” Said Frank.

“Shit.” Dylan repeated.

“That’s a bad word, Uncle Frankie!” Said Anna.

Frank shrugged and narrowed his eyes, “Why is it always when I say it, they repeat it?! Little Raven used to do the same thing, now Dylan?!”

Everyone laughed at Frank while Anna playfully scolded him for using bad words and you all got a closer look at Anna’s perfect pumpkin.

“That pumpkin is bigger than me!” Billy said to Anna, trying to be funny.

Little Raven put both hands on her hips, looked at her father, and replied, “Daddyyyyyy.”

“Well, it’s bigger than Dylan, that’s for sure.” You said. “That’s the pumpkin you want, Anna?”

“You guys are gonna have pumpkin seeds for the whole winter.” Said Frank with a devilish smirk.

As you glanced over at Billy, he had such a big smile on his face, he was just excited that his little girl was so excited which made you so happy. Billy turned to look at you, so you asked, “What do ya think, baby? That thing is massive.”

“I have an idea, my love.” Said Billy, and he kissed you on the forehead.

Billy called out to Little Raven, “Anna, if we get that pumpkin, do we all get to help you carve it?”

Anna flashed her father’s perfect smile right back at him and replied, “That’s why I want it, Daddy. I want you, Mommy, and Dylan to help make it into a Jack O’ Lantern! Plus, we’ll have the biggest one on the street, all the kids will wanna see it on Halloween!”

Her words melted your heart, the excitement in her big brown eyes and in her voice was so pure and sweet. Children really can find joy in the smallest things, and Little Raven wanting the rest of her family to enjoy it with her was something you’ll never ever forget.

“Well we have to get it now.” You said. “She came up with that answer on the fly? She’s inherited your powers of persuasion, Mr. Russo.”

Billy’s lips curled into a sly smile.

“Ya know it still drives me crazy when you call me that, sweet girl.” Said Billy, kissing you on the forehead.

“Can you two stop flirting with each other long enough to help me lift this thing?! Get over here, Bill!” Frank grumbled.

“Ah, come on Frankie, you can do it.” Billy said, trying to hold in his laughter.

“BILL!!” Shouted Frank.

“Alright, alright. I’m comin’.” Billy said with a smirk.

Anna Raven definitely had the biggest Jack O’ Lantern on the street that year…and you all had the best time carving it.

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[aurorawritestoescape]

HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Stepdad Joel Miller x f!reader || 500 words

Summary: you’re about to leave home for a Halloween party but your stepdad has other ideas.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, dub con but reader’s into it, legal age gap, perv!Joel, infidelity, unprotected piv (wrap it up), degradation, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, swearing.

A/n: a brief and unexpected (for me too lol) visit from stepdad Joel. He won’t let me go I guess🫠 Happy Halloween, sluts (affectionate)🎃💕 dividers by @saradika-graphics

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You’re hurrying down the stairs, wearing your Halloween costume - a top, a mini skirt with a tail and cute cat ears. Almost out of the door you hear your stepdad call your name from the living room.

“What?” you ask, peeking into the room.

He looks you up and down, brows furrowed.

“C’mere.”

“What?” You repeat, getting annoyed. “I’m late.”

You know it’ll take longer to argue with him so you do what you’ve been told.

He’s sitting on the couch and when you step up to him he leans forward and plants the elbows on his knees.

Your stepdad’s dark eyes slide over your figure and he takes a sharp breath.

“Lookin’ like a damn slut. As always.”

“It’s Halloween, Joel,” you grumble, rolling your eyes at the man.

“Seems like ya celebrate it every day, sweetheart,” he mumbles as his hand darts to his crotch and he starts palming it. You glare at him but already feel the tingling between your legs. He looks so hot wearing his white undershirt and worn out gray sweatpants.

When Joel’s free hand wraps around the back of your thigh you softly gasp and try to step back but he holds you in place.

“Shhh, little kitty, ‘s jus’ daddy.”

“Joel,” you plea, your mind screaming for him to stop while your body demands for him to continue.

“Gonna have fun tonight?” His hand slides up and up until it snakes under your skirt.

Your heartbeat is booming in your throat. You’re scared that your mom will catch you two but at the same time you’re trembling with arousal.

“Mmm— I — I don’t know,” your voice is shaky. “My friends are waiting in the car.”

“Hmm, what kinda friends?” You feel Joel’s warm fingers graze your ass and softly pinch your cheek. He’s looking up at you, his eyes obsidian.

“Just my girls.”

You’re barely breathing at this point.

The pads of his thick digits push between your cheeks and he massages your pussy folds through your thin panties from behind. You wonder if he feels how wet you’re. For him. For your stepdad. Oh god!

“Hngg — your girls’ll have to wait.”

His hand leaves your pussy and he leans back on the couch.

“Ya gonna ride this dick now. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up soon. 5 minutes tops,” he’s telling you this as his hand pulls the waistband of his sweatpants down and he frees his hard cock. How the hell is he already hard?!

You open your mouth to protest, to reason with him, to tell him you don’t have time, that your mom, napping upstairs, can wake up any moment but his cock—

his gorgeous, stiff, leaking cock—

calling to you— Your pussy wants it—needs it.

You sigh and pull your skirt up before straddling Joel’s hips.

Your hand wraps around his girthy base and you line up his fat tip with your little hole. You’re soaking wet and your cunt is sinking down on it, easily taking his massive cock, while your eyes are locked. Your stepdad moans, his lids heavy with pleasure, before a smirk tugs at his lips and he mumbles,

“Happy Halloween—my little slut.”

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[danikamariewrites]

Hello!! If you are still taking requests I would love to request an Ithan X reader where they watch scary movies together (and maybe one or both are low key freaked out)! The Halloween season has got me watching so scary movies but now I’m freaking out a little when I try to sleep 😭😭 BUT that was random and I just wanted to say that you write Ithan so well (and all of the other SJM characters) and i would love to see more of your fics no matter what they look like!

Scream

Ithan x Reader

A/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!!! I hope you all get to eat candy today and watch scary movies 🧡🖤🎃 And thank you sm anon 💕

Warnings: jump scare (not rlly lol), weapons, fluff, allusions to sex

You loved watching Ithan interact with kids on the Autumn Solstice, better known as Hallows Eve. He was always the fun one when handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters. And when kids dressed as Sunball players noticed him their faces lit up and he was always so kind to them.

Leaning over the back of the couch you rested you cheek on your fist. Ithan set the candy bowl down as he made his way back to the couch. Placing a kiss on your head he flopped back down next to you. Resting his arm around your shoulders Ithan pulled into his side as you clicked play on the horror movie you were watching.

This one was your pick. It was a cheesy, animated movie from when you were a kid. You picked this one to recover from the clown thriller Ithan chose.

You two decided to stay in tonight for a scary movie marathon. It had been a long week so any parties seemed unattractive to you. Besides, someone had to hand out candy at the house and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Flynn.

Once the movie ended Ithan picked up the remote to scroll through the other spooky picks. “Oh I love this one.” He clicked one of many serial killer options. You groaned, hiding your face in his neck. “Another murder psycho? Haven’t you had enough murder for the rest of your life?”

Ithan let out a small chuckle, pulling you on to his lap. “It’s a good movie. And if you get get scared again you can look away.” “Can I hide in your hoodie?” “Always baby.” Ithan left a long, loving kiss on your head.

Halfway through the movie you just couldn’t watch anymore. It was far too gory but you didn’t want to shut it off. You liked cuddling your boyfriend too much. You finally heard the end credits and lifted your head from him.

“Hey we haven’t had any trick-or-treaters.” Ithan let out a hum, “You think Hallows Eve is over already?” Your hand finds its way under his shirt, stroking his chiseled abs. He looks down at you with a smirk on his face. “Should we…go upstairs? Maybe you can put that mask on, hhmm?” Ithan brings his lips to meet yours in a slow, languid kiss.

Opening your eyes to break apart you catch movement outside one of the windows by the TV. placing a hand on Ithan’s chest you push back. He gives you a questioning look following your stare to the window. “What is it y/n?” “I thought I saw…”

Suddenly a person in a mask holding up a knife flung himself against the window. You let out a piercing scream as Ithan throws himself in front of you. He fumbles around for the hidden gun under the coffee table. Before he can grab it the person rips of the mask and starts laughing.

“FLYNN! What the fuck man, not cool.” Flynn is cackling to himself, wiping at the tears in his eyes. “Sorry, I had to.” Dec comes up next to him and punches his arm. “Ow!” “I told you not to do that you ass.”

Ithan looks back at your anxious face that you’re trying to calm. You meet his gaze and instantly relaxed. “Can we go upstairs now?” “Of course baby.” He scooped you into his arms carrying you to his room. Maybe you would go without the mask tonight.

[kitkat13001]

⋆✴︎˚𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 🎃 👻 ☠️👽

aka what costumes i’m dressing up as for halloween w my favs this year!! this is silly and self indulgent but i figured it would be fun. feel free to reblog/comment w your own costume ideas for you and your favs!! <33 - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

tooru oikawa: steve harrington and robin buckley from stranger things. oikawa wanted to be the dashing hero and i just want to wear the scoops ahoy outfit :)

shinkami: ghostbusters!! we’re nerds what do you expect 😔 

OR alternately 

ferris bueller, cameron frye, and sloane!!! denki is ferris bueller, obvi, and shinsou as cam and me as sloane

shoyo hinata: statue of liberty and nyc tourist 😫😻 🗽📸 bc hinata adores me and wants to take pics of me all night long

satoru gojo: western barbie and ken!! 🎀🛍️ bc yk gojo wants that cowboy fit

kento nanami: hugh hefner & playboy bunny 🐰 💕 sexy costume is a must and how can we not??

yuuji itadori: race car drivers!!! 🚗 💨 iconic red suits n helmets. we borrow gojo’s fancy ass car 🤭

maki zenin: angel (me) & devil (maki) 😇😈

OR OR OR maki as the joker w her green hair and me as harley quinn 😳😳

zoe hange: hange is a sexy vampire and i’m their bloody maiden 😩💕

mastuhana: devil, angel, and lady justice 😈👼⚖️

ymir: yumi as marceline and me as bubblegum 🖤🩷

dabi: pirates 🏴‍☠️ 🗡️ 

kiribaku: ok ok hear me out: powerpuff girls. me as buttercup, kiri as blossom, and kacchan as bubbles!! it would def be against bakugou’s will, but kiri supports it bc they’re ‘manly’. 

chuuya nakahara: mafia executives LMAOO chuuya was too lazy to do a costume 

connie springer: bugs bunny and lola from space jam!! bc connie would look so good in a basketball jersey 🏀 🐰 

rody soul: judy hopps and nick wilde 🪪

sasha braus: cupid and aphrodite 💘 

tomura shigaraki: ghostface and casey becker 🙀🔪

[k-e-i-r-a-x-x-x]

ALL ABOUT ✨ME✨

(This is gonna be song f*cking long but anyways...)

You can call me Keira, Keir for short, Bear (idk where tf the nickname "bear" came from 🤔) some ppl also call me Nikki (My middle name is Nicole so makes sense ig!)

I am a September girly and Im a virgo ♍️ 🌻🧸🍂✨

I am 5''4 (✨short queen✨)

My gender is Demi girl / Androgynous 🩷💜🩵 (Idk which one 🫠)

She/Them Pronouns but any except for "It" is fine 🥰

I am Queer 🏳️‍🌈 (I don't like labels ngl)

My eyes are Green 🐍

I have Curly, ginger, medium length hair (I dyed it ginger and permed it lol, my real colour is blonde!) 👩🏼‍🦰

I play guitar, ukulele and I played piano in the past! 🎸

Blue, cherry red, black and purple are my fav colours! 🫐🍒🪻🐈‍⬛

90s Grunge/70s glam rock/80s aesthetic (Im kinda my own aesthetic ngl cuz I mix all of these!)

My Fav genre of music is Rock

Genres I like are Rock, pop rock, grunge, alt, pop punk, disco, glam rock, 60s/70s/80s 💿

my Fav singers are:

★Taylor Swift

★Michael Jackson (my love 😍)

★David Bowie

★Chappell Roan

★Madonna

My fav bands are:

★Green day (Billie Joe my love 😍😍)

★Queen

★Kiss

★Bon Jovi

★Nirvana

my Fav song ever is Everybody wants to rule the world ~ Tears for Fears 😍

my Fav song at the moment is Cherry Bomb ~ The Runaways 🍒

my Fav song to play on guitar is Rebel Rebel ~ David Bowie 👨‍🎤

my Fav album ever is Kerplunk ~ Green Day (Oml that is a no skip album, im obsessed! 😍😍)

my Fav food is Mac n Cheese! 🤤🧀

my Fav drink is this mocktail I make called a "Ziggy Stardust" (im obsessed with Bowie ik!) It is sprite with cherry syrup, vanilla syrup and blue sugar around the rim. It's so good pls try it! 😋🍒

my Fav dessert is COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM!!! 🤤🤤

my Fav Show is Young Sheldon but I also rly like reality shows like dance moms and supernanny! 📺

my Fav sport is Dance 🕺🪩

my Fav book is Heartstopper 🍃

my Fav shops are Lush, temu, amazon, backstage originals 🛍️

Do I write fanfic? Yh I do, it's so cringe 😩

my Fav swear word is f*ck off

my Fav emojis are 😍, ☺️ or 🎸

my Fav Video game is I don't rly play video games, but I do like retro 80s arcade games like pac man and space invaders! 👾

I have 1 friend 😭 (im lonely!)

I am Single, so painfully single 😭

I have a YouTube channel! (Sub count so far: 0)

My ✨HYPER FIXATIONS✨

★The 80s: I just fucking love every thing abt the 80s, best decade ever! 😍

★MICHAEL JACKSON: MY FAV PERSON OF ALL TIME!!! I am actually in love with him, he is my soulmate (I MAY OR MAY NOT WEAR HIS INITIALS ON A CHAIN AROUND MY NECK IM DELULU ASF IK LET A GIRL DREAM!!) 🥰

★Alvin and the Chipmunks: My fav comfort show/movie of all time! I've loved it since I was 7 so I can't unlove them now! 🐿️

★Halloween: IT IS MY FAV HOLIDAY OF ALL TIME OMFG WHY IS IT SO FUN???? 🎃🎃🎃

TOP 5 MOVIES:

★Alvin and the Chipmunks (The OG one) 🐿️

★School of Rock 🎸

★Bohemian Rhapsody 🎶

★Grease 💃

★Mean Girls 💋

Celebrity crushes:

★Michael Jackson

★Freddie Mercury

★David Bowie

★Chappell Roan

★Billie Joe Armstrong

★Sabrina Carpenter

M Y M O O T S 💕

@iiiidiotnathanieliii

@ziggy-stardust-is-in-love (My day one fan ilyyyy 🫶)

MY SOCIALS 📱

SPOTIFY:

(WARNING: CRINGY SHIT ON MY SPOTIFY CUZ IVE HAD THIS ACCT SINCE I WAS LIKE 8 💀)

PINTEREST:

I don't post if u wanna look at my boards or follow me, it's here! 🥰

YOUTUBE:

NO DONATIONS!!! I AM BROKEEEEE!!!!!

Also pls don't be creepy (Im a minor for gods sake and I will block and report you!)

Pls do not follow me if you are a homophobe, transphobe, r*cist, tr*mp fan, n*zi or basically any form of arsehole!

So yeah thats about everything I can think of! 🥰 I was so bored rn and idk wtf to post sooo this is it!!!!!

Luv y'all!

♥️🖤🎸🤘

LAST UPDATED: 21/06/2025

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 5/8

*warning - mentioning of what adult people do in the bedroom*

The photo of Ruben 😫 A sweet little pumpkin 🎃 💕

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

You took a deep breath as the spotlight announced your presence on stage.

With graceful poise, you began to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the lyrics. The melody glided through the air, touching every heart in the audience. Your voice was pure and captivating, embodying the emotions you wished to convey. The crowd was mesmerized, hanging on every word, as tears filled their eyes and yours. Your voice resonated within their souls, embracing them with a bittersweet tenderness. Your love for your mother poured out through each verse, capturing the essence of your ache to be with her.

Be Mine, the song was called. A favorite from your new album.

As the final notes of the song hung in the air, a profound silence fell upon the audience. Then, from the depths of their souls, thunderous applause erupted throughout the salon. The audience was on their feet, their applause a testament to the emotions that your voice had stirred within them.

You covered your mouth with your hand, overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support. Tears of gratitude streamed down your cheeks as you returned backstage, meeting the applause of your sister and Tyson.

"Y/N, that was...." Your sister was lost for words, she was crying too.

"You were amazing baby." Tyson pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you." You sniffled. "My make up."

"The kit is in my purse." You sister said, rushing off.

"Here take this." Tyson offered you a stained cloth that had been hanging on a stool.

"It will make it worse." You said, fanning you face with your hands.

"Here."

Something flashed before your eyes, a pink handkerchief. Ruben had come to the rescue, handing you the handkerchief from the pocket in his jacket, the color matching your dress.

"Thank you." You sniffled, swiping the tears away.

Ruben didn't look as moved by your performance like everyone else, maybe he hadn't payed attention.

"I got it." Your sister returned with her purse clutched in her hands. She brought out your make up kit and started redoing you face. You still had to get through the night, with the charity dinner and all. You were exhausted once you returned home.

"Fuck." Tyson groaned as he let his orgasm flood inside you. He rolled onto his back, coming down from the high.

"Was it good for you babe?" His hand stretched to rub your stomach.

You hummed your response, pulling the sheets to cover your naked body. Sex with Tyson was something. A part of you hated that he always seemed to be in a bit of a rush. You've always needed more time before you really got into it.

"I've missed this, I've missed you." He rolled onto his side to look at you.

"I've missed you too." You nodded.

You had known Tyson all your life. His dad had been a good friend of your dad and so you would spend many family vacations together. It had always seemed inevitable that you and Tyson would end up together, with your sister being a bit older than the two of you.

"Brussels is lonely without you." Tyson stroked your thigh over the sheets.

"Well I've always wanted go back and visit."

He nodded. "You should do that."

"Have you been to the house?"

"To see your mother, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Sure, I've stopped by."

"Really? How is she?"

"You know." He shrugged.

"Yes?"

"Well, you know..."

"Tyson."

"Okay, so I haven't gone over there in a while. But you know how your mother is, she doesn't want visitors."

"How do you know, you haven't gone over there to find out."

You crawled out of bed.

"Hey, let's not fight, not now."

You went over to your closet, grabbing a pair of socks and some new panties.

"Y/N, come back to bed."

"I have to pee." You muttered, grabbing your robe off the hanger.

You tip toed your way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Upon you return to the bedroom you noticed the light coming from the kitchen downstairs.

"Ruben?"

His body shook a little at the sound of your voice.

"Y/N?"

You descended the staircase, approaching him where he stood behind the kitchen island.

"What are you doing up?"

He raised a skeptical brow. "I could say the same thing about you?"

"I couldn't sleep." You shrugged.

He nodded. "Same."

"What are you making?" The smell flared your nostrils. A pot was boiling behind his back.

"It's soup. A Portuguese recipe."

You licked your lips. "Intresting."

The corner of Ruben's lips hooked into a smile. "Would you like to have some with me?"

"I mean...if you insist."

He went over to the cupboards, bringing out two bowls. One for you and one for...

"Oh my god, what happened to your hand?"

You noticed the bruises on his knuckles when he set down his own bowl. He pulled back his hand, hiding his wounds.

"It's nothing it's...I've been training." He grunted.

"Training for what, an MMA fight?"

You gestured to see for yourself, making him reach out his arm towards you. His bruises looked sore and...fresh.

"Ruben how...?"

"I have a punching bag in my room."

"A what now?"

"It's good relief of tension."

You let go of his hand. "Well, I wouldn't want to be the person who has caused you this much tension."

"You're not."

Silence fell.

You hadn't expected Ruben to reply to your remark, it was meant as a joke.

"Ruben, I  didn't..."

He shook his head dismissively. "I'm sorry I...I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." You nodded. Somthing really did have him rallied up. You wondered what it was.

"The soup is ready." He announced.

"Right, the soup."

For some reason you had lost your appetite. But as he topped up the bowl in front of you, you quickly changed your mind.

"Ruben this is so good, where did you learn how to cook like this?"

"My mother used to make it for me and my siblings when we were younger."

You didn't know Ruben had siblings. Who knows, maybe he had a whole family back home.

"It's delicious."

"Have some more."

He poured the last of it for you without giving you a chance to protest. It didn't matter really, you were ready to lick the bowl having emptying it.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Ruben..."

He finished the dishes, before pulling out a stool to sit across from you.

"Yes?"

His features looked so soft underneath the dimmed lights, the harshness of his usual expression softening a bit.

"I'm planning on visiting my mother in Belgium before the start of my world tour. My sister will probably come with me (god knew Tyson wouldn't) but where does that leave you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know the exact details of our contract but I assume it doesn't require..."

"I'll come with you." He said, short and clear.

"Oh, okay."

"Your trial period ends ahead of next month, that's when we will discuss further agreements, but for now I'll follow you wherever you choose the go."

"Wherever? Even China?"

"Why would you go to China?" He frowned.

"It's a nice place." You shrugged. "I've never been."

"If China is where you wish to go. I'll follow you there."

You smiled, a warm feeling spreading within.

"Do you have a family Ruben?" You asked after a time spent in silence.

"Yes, my mother and..."

"No,  I meant like your own family, like wife and kids."

Ruben looked startled by the question.

"I know it's a bit inappropriate for me to ask. It just seemed like you would have..."

"I don't." He said, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

Perhaps it didn't go with his lifestyle? Perhaps it wasn't possible for him to retain meaningful relationships at all. A great sacrifice, you thought.

"And you?" He asked.

"Me?"

"Do you wish to have a family someday, husband and kids?"

You nodded "Of course. But I don't think I'll be good at neither."

"No?"

"A wife is supposed to know how to cook, no? I don't think my husband will be happy living off of take out for the rest of his life. And my kids, I dunno, I've always been the youngest sibling, someone's always taken care of me. I doubt I'd be a good mother."

"I disagree." Ruben said, quite sternly.

Your conversation had entered strange waters, follwing a tied you had never explored before.

"You do?"

He cleared his throat. "I don't think you'd be a bad mother."

"No?"

"No, I see you. You care for people and that's good enough to be a mother and somebody's wife."

He said the last part with a clogged throat, still, the words caused the intended effects.

"Ruben I..." You felt overwhelmed with emotion. No one had ever spoken to you about these things, about life after your career. Ruben had allowed you to make more of yourself than you had ever dared to and for that you thanked him.

"I should probably..."

He stood.

You whined.

You didn't want the conversation to end, not now, not ever.

"Do you ever get scared of getting too close to someone?" You blurred out. "You know, to the point of worrying that you'll lose them?"

The question might have come out of the blue, but it had been one you had been carrying around for a lifetime and since Ruben seemed to have all the answers, you thought...

He looked at you skeptically, perhaps wondering what you were playing at with all these personal questions. Perhaps he feard that you would use them against him one day? Nevertheless his expression softened as he said,

"Yes. But for me it's too late."

"Oh."

He left it at that, biding you a goodnight, returning to his room, and you returned to yours.

[monakisu]

Your art style is so satisfying! What do you take inspiration from?

ಇ( ˵ᐛ ˵)ಇ💜‼️ yippee thank you for this super fun ask!! hehe i love rambling about things i love and my art style is nothing but a frankenstein’s monster amalgamation of traits i shoplifted from things i love 😸😸😸

1. PANTY AND STOCKING!!! probably theeee biggest influence for my art style!! i religiously copied the complete disregard for realism, the white-pupil eyes, and sharp sharp everything! started in sixth grade and now we here 🩷💿🫧┗(^o^　)┓三

(panty is my favorite of the anarchy sisters heehee weak for blonde girls)

💕🧸🩷.

2. MANGA PANELS!!! i love that black n white + screentone dots look! it’s also an easy cop-out when i don’t wanna color (always) LOLLL also helps that i’ve been gazing adoringly at nothing but manga screenshots of light yagami for days now… he’s got that enchanting southern belle/femme fatale/pampered princess allure… (sorry this has nothing to do with ur question) (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)✧🧨🍎🍒

🧨♥️💥.

3. RETRO STUFF!!! like comics and 2000s cartoons :D for cartoons especially: monster high, powerpuff girls, winx club, totally spies… all thick lines, sharp angles, and POPPING COLORS!! i think this is also where i get my excessive love for shapes from (although i can’t draw a straight line to save my life) (ɷ ꒪ཀ꒪)ɷ🧡🎃✨

🎃🧡🍊.

4. PERSONA 5 UI!!! ik i’ve used this gif before in another ask but JUST LOOK AT IT!! GLORIOUSLY EYE-SEARING NEON GREEN!!! 💚 i love love love p5’s art style, particularly vanilla p5 (royal flaunts more shiny gold accents which also scratch that itch in my brain 😸) because lovely mismatched, cut-out typography! black n white characters contrasting strikingly against retina-piercing monochrome palettes!! all flair AND function!!! this game has it all!!!! (๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾⁾˚*💚🍭💕

💚🎀🍡.

5. VEWN!!! their animations instill within me the special kind of depression only a preteen girl can feel… their style is wonderfully imperfect! sketchy lines and skewed perspectives—makes me happy to draw whatever i want without worrying about realism 😸 my favorite of theirs is “twins in paradise” and “floatland”! they evoke the same uncanniness as liminal spaces methinks 🩵🎐🪽

🫧🩵🎐.

yea… that’s it for now! i’d gush for days but there’s a stinkin 10-image limit on posts -_- but whatever u can always check out my constantly growing collection of treasures that tickle my brain on pinterest (i’ve linked it in my pinned)! gives u a pretty good idea of where i draw inspo from :3c 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜