#“Spooky” say you want to kiss that man on the lips already

[batlantern-abyss]

I have lots of thoughts about batlantern but ultimately it boils down to "unstoppable ADHD (hal) vs immovable autism (bruce)". That and "Spooky" is the cutest nickname ever

[marleyybluu]

Thinkin’ Bout You

Spooky Diaz x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Content warning: 18+, gets a little hot at the end, overall fluff and mush, everyone’s in love and high, reader smokes weed, reader described to have thick thighs (of course tf), pretty sure I'm missing some sorry

A/N: I took a break from my break to post this lol I was gonna leave this as a stand-alone(it can still be read as such) but honestly? it’s giving two and counting lore… so I’ll put it as a part of that series.

(not mine, got it off pinterest but awooogaa!)

Friday. What a glorious day to be off work. You slept in, hell you'd say you deserved putting up all those work hours at the hospital, and after finally crawling out of bed you rolled a small joint for the morning, and smoked it on the balcony outside your bedroom. The neighbourhood was quiet, the air was crisp and a bit cold but it's nothing one of Spooky's sweaters couldn't fix. You wrap your arms around you, the sweater is warm and it smelt like his cologne, you close your eyes and smile at just the mere thought of him. You always think about him it was crazy how one man consumed your entire being but you were so glad it was him.

You wished he was home, wished he was here to smoke with you but he got called into work earlier than usual, you didn't even get a goodbye kiss which you were missing right now, the vacancy of those lips— soft as a cloud and always on top of yours so delicately— depending on the context of course.

Without him here the day seemed to pass on slower, you checked the time what seemed like every ten minutes which also didn't help. To distract yourself you clean and cook, call your mom until she is ready to, quote, "Go and do her own thing." And hung up on you.

You lay upside down on the couch, feet crossed as they hang over the back of the couch and your head hangs off the seat cushions, Living Single reruns consumed your screen. You were well distracted until you heard a car door slam and various keys jingling together, you sat up and gripped the back of the couch for dear life.

The lock turns. The door opens. And there he is. You scream with excitement. "Hi, babyyyyy."

He chuckles, not even ten seconds inside and you already had him smiling. "Hola mi corazón."

You roll off the sofa and run over to your man, leaping and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He squeezes you so tightly you swear he'd crack a few bones but in the name of love, you wouldn't care. You pepper his face with kisses before you finally land on his lips and you mould into him, his hands firmly grasping your ass that barely fits in your shorts.

He smiles in the middle of your kiss and it's an instant chain reaction. "Missed me that much?"

"You have no idea."

He gives you another small kiss before he puts you down and you fight the urge to pout and demand to be picked back up, you just want to live in his skin 24/7, but you let him catch his breath. Let him put away his things, grab a Corona while you ogle him and the way his enormous arms flexed when he twisted the cap off and the foaming bubbles sliding their way to the top... almost spilling over... but then he saves it with tongue. You lick your bottom lip and zoom in on the involuntarily sexual act, oh, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed with every sip... fuck.

"Bebita," He calls. You slowly nod, still in your love-stricken daze. "You're droolin' a little bit ma."

You rub your chin and frown at him, there is no drool. He winks at you and you turn your face to the side to avoid any more butterflies in your stomach. "You smoke already?"

You nod. "Wanna smoke again or you good?" He sat his blunt, which magically appeared from his jeans, between his lips and nodded to the back door. "Nah, I'll smoke with you."

"Good, vamos."

••••• Your head lays in his lap, his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed your skin. After you two smoked, you ate and had a blissfully shared shower, now you were sprawled out on the sofa still high as fuck watching Bridget Jones's Diary, he remembered you uttered something about wanting to watch a rom-com for once. You were in the mood to watch a love story, "or something."

But you were hardly paying attention to the screen, so lost in your own world of love, you pinch his chin aiming his at an angle so he'd look down at you. Make eye contact.

"Do you think about me?" A question asked so innocently. "Course I do, baby."

You run your finger down the column of his neck, over the lump of his Adam's apple. "What do you think about?"

He pauses the movie and focuses on you. "What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You pregnant?"

You hit him. "Spooky! No!" He was obsessed with the idea of a baby. "Just answer my question."

He sighs, nostrils flair, he hated telling his deepest feelings but, "I think about you... and me, and what our life could be like. We could get married, could have a couple of kids. I always thought about gettin' like a summer house or something. Hit it every summer with them."

You smiled. "You think about all that?"

"Fuck yeah. I see us dropping them off on their tío, he watches them... we still get to have some us time, dates, trips...whatever you want."

You swear he makes you fall in love with him all over again at least once a week. "You think I haven't pictured the wedding? I know what I'll say in my vows already."

"Liar," You teased.

"Mi amor, the day I saw you-"

You quickly cover his mouth it'd be like spoiling a movie you hadn't seen yet. He licked your palm but you were quick to wipe it on his face. "Puta." He muttered. "Bastardo." You retaliated. "So how many kids do we have?" You sit up and adjust yourself so that you are now sitting with your back against the support of the couch and drape your legs over his thighs, the cold metal of his rings hits your hot skin when his hand contacts your leg. "Five."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" You exclaim. "I've seen childbirth live and I think we can have one and a dog." He rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

He leans over to kiss your forehead. "You think about me?"

"Once in a while." You joke, his jaw drops. "Once in a while!? That's how you feel? Ay, cariño, you're breaking mi corazón."

You place your hand over his and offer him a side smile before you kiss his cheek. "The way I jumped on you when you came home isn't proof enough."

He pulls you on top of him, your legs now sitting on each side of him with his hands gleefully squeezing every pound of flesh that makes up your thunder thighs that spread every time you sit and it makes him call them pancakes sometimes. "I might need a refresher."

"Oh, getting short-term memory already, Diaz?" You hum pressing your lips to his. "Just a little bit." He answers. Your hands fumble with the bottom of his shirt, he raises his arms and you break the kiss for just a second before you're back with tongues in each others throats and you're making out as if you're life depended on it, as if he's being shipped off to war and you don't know if he's coming back. Now it was your turn to pull back in need of some air. His smile is shaky, almost like a shy expression.

"Still kinda hazy."

You rid yourself of your top, with nothing under it.

"Oh don't worry," You lean in. "I'm about to make it real clear."

Not tagging anyone in this, I'm just testing something. if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated. peace and love, see you in the next one🤙🏾

[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.

[dotster001]

Jamil for prompt 56 🥰❤?

(Here ya go, boo. Enjoy your beautiful snake man!)

56. I can't willingly or unwillingly bear to leave your side.

Jamil was usually an early riser. You two would fall asleep watching movies and cuddling, but when you woke up he would already be gone, helping Kalim with something. You always wondered what it would be like if he waited. Now you knew. It was weird.

You woke up to him gently stroking your scalp, humming a song you had never heard before. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, and looked up at him. He looked like he was in pain.

"Jamil? What are you still doing here?"

He scoffed. "What? I can't spend the night with my partner?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all!" You quickly corrected, knowing he would pull back if you didn't. "I'm just used to you being gone."

He scowled. "It's not like I have a choice" he said in a low growl.

"I know babe, I know," you cupped his cheek. "I'm mostly worried about the fact that you looked depressed when I woke up."

He pulled his hood over his face so that his expression was shadowed. "No I didn't," he said calmly.

You playfully moved to pull his hood off, to which he fought back by pinning you down.  Despite being the one who was pinned down, you knew you had the advantage.

"Tell me why you were sad, baby," you giggled.

He buried his face in your neck, "I wasn't sad."

You nuzzled your head against his as best as you could in your position. 

"C'mon babe, I want to help you," you whispered.

He sighed into your neck, then sat up, crossing his legs and sitting next to you.

"Okay," he said, face serious. "Last night, you fell asleep before me, and I was about to head back to Scarabia, but you looked so peaceful. So I just watched you for a little while. And then I realized. Someday, you're gonna go back to your world."

"We don't know that for sure," you tried to lighten his mood. "Crowley's in charge of finding my way back, it's unlikely to happen."

He rolled his eyes, but remained serious. "I can't willingly or unwillingly bear to leave your side." He looked you directly in the eye, grey gaze piercing your soul. "When…if…you go back to your world, I want you to take me with you." 

He laced your fingers together, and brought your joint hands to his lips, where he gave each of your fingers a soft kiss.

"Are…are you sure? I thought you wanted to see the world?" You were stunned by his request. But his gaze never left yours, and never lowered in intensity.

"You're my world. And besides, there are plenty of places in your world to explore, right?" He grinned, "You know I'm not above using my unique magic to make you agree."

You quickly snapped your eyes shut with a giggle. "You'll never trick me, Jamil Viper."

"I've already tricked you before, what makes you think I can't do it again?"

"I'm a big kid, I learn from my mistakes," you grinned then opened your eyes. You cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his cheek bone. "If you really want that, and I want you to seriously think about it, then when the time comes, I'll take you with me." It came out as more of a whisper, but you could tell from the relief on his face that he heard you.

"You better keep your promise, or…" he waggled his fingers in a spooky way, and you squealed, covering your face with your hands. He pried your hands from your face and kisses you deeply. 

When you separated for air, he whispered against your lips, "I love you, Y/N L/N"

"I love you, Jamil Viper."

[flwersgarden]

Hello. I enjoy reading your work and was wondering if you accepted requests at the moment.

If you are I was wondering since its Halloween time if you would do a yandere fic where the reader and Elvis are at a Halloween Party. Maybe where he is a vampire or something.

If you can do this request then great and feel free to make your imagine run wild with this one. If not then I completely understand.

note: i love this!!!! such a cute spooky vibe for yandere!elvis, this is just fluffy not angsty at alllll *wink* and our handsome man isn't that yandere-ish here but i really hope you enjoy! (sorry it's a bit short, my creativity is so low these days *sigh*) 💕

“ come on, doll, we gonna be late! ” elvis screams at you from the bottom of the stairs, the clock just marking midnight.

to say elvis was excited for this could be an underwhelming statement.

he was over the moon.

as time passes in your relationship, elvis keeps surprising you. he didn't seemed to be the kind of man who would be excited for a halloween party, one that his friend jerry invited both.

he even wanted to be on matching customs.

he chose vampires.

you liked the idea, thought it would be easy, so you agreed. but now, as the black long morticia-addams-kind-of dress stuck to your body.

it's not that you felt ugly, no, no.

it's just that-.

“ I CAN'T FIT IN THIS! ” you screamed, trying to zip the dress entirely, part of your boobs so high you could feel them touching your chin.

“ WHAT? ” elvis screamed back, not hearing you right before walking up the stairs and chuckling a bit at your position.

“ DONT LAUGH! ” you roared, stomping your feet (regretting it as your heel made it feel like hell already).

“ sorry, sorry, doll. ” he shook his head, walking to stand behind you and helping you out.

after a few moments of silence, you speak. “ do we really have to go? ”

“ yeah! we already said yes, that would be rude, m'lady. ”

you rolled your eyes. elvis is getting in his vampire part very well.

“ well, my lord. ” you say back with a smile. “ we can always say i was sick. ”

elvis gasps behind you, hearing the zipper close correctly made you sigh in relief, the corset no longer crushing your ribs and your boobs no longer touching your chin. “ such a liar. ”

you turn, kissing his nose. “ thank you. ”

“ no problem, darling. ” he kisses your nose before walking out.

you scrunch your nose as you feel his lips suddenly cold.

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as you walk inside, you clutch elvis' arm with your hand, afraid of falling, giving a slight smile to people who greeted you; close friends mostly.

“ ep! ” jerry greets, dressed like some fictional serial killer. “ you made it! ”

elvis laughs, hugging jerry back. “ wouldn't miss it for the world. is the only time i can be myself. ”

jerry laughs as you frown. his tone sounded too sincere.

“ look at the both of you! ” jerry snaps you out if your thoughts.

you smile and hug elvis as he smiles and hugs you back.

“ the most iconic couple! ” a feminine voice adds.

you turn to see jerry's girlfriend.

“ you look amazing. ” you say with a smile, delicately squeezing her hand.

“ you say that just to fit in, you're taking my place as the best dressed. ”

the four of you laugh.

“ well, come on! we have a bunch of games and food. ”

“ ooh, don't mind if i do. ” you cheekily say before leaving elvis' arm.

but he grabs you back.

“ wait, i'll go with ya'. ”

hesitation takes over you as you slightly nod your head, moving to the snacks table with elvis beside you.

elvis goes unusually quiet, he was talking all the way here so this sudden change confused you.

“ elvis? ” you ask, touching his hand before retrieving it. he was cold. “ elvis, darling? ”

you shake his arm and that successfully grabs his attention.

“ huh? ”

“ are you okay? ” you asked with a worried expression, afraid of touching him the wrong way for some reason.

“ yeah, why-. ”

“ hey. ”

you turned, catching the gaze of a man dressed as a vampire hunter. ironic.

“ hi? ”

the hair on the back of your neck straightened as elvis walked closer to you.

“ sorry, just wanted to say your custom is amazing. really... ” he looks you up and down before smiling. “ pretty. ”

now, this man wasn't that bad looking. but his attitude was unwelcome, besides he had the balls to do this in front of your (more) handsome boyfriend.

“ yeah, she does. ” elvis steps to stand in front of you. stupid enough, the man that tried to hit on you takes a step back. clearly, he didn't noticed elvis before.

“ uh. ” the man awkwardly says before clearing his throat. “ see you later. ”

he leaves, mixing with the crowd. you just turn to the table again, sighing with exhaustion.

“ well, so? ” you ask, clearly ignoring the annoying moment both of you had.

“ 'm good, doll. ” elvis says with a stern voice.

you look at him, throwing a cheese cracker at him.

“ hey! ” he says, raising his arms to cover his face full of makeup.

“ what's going on? you're acting weird. are you sick? ” you walk closer to him, putting your hand in his forehead to check his temperature. elvis had a nature of being like this sometimes when he was feeling bad.

he grabbed your hand, softly, kissing your palm before smiling and shaking his head.

“ you're right... ” he kissed your knuckles. “ it's perhaps the nerves and the stress. ”

you silently nod, doing a small 'ah' as a form of understanding.

elvis had a show in two days from now. you now felt a little bit dumb for not remembering.

“ of course. ” you touched his shoulder. “ do you want to leave? ”

“ nah, doll. ” he chuckled, letting your hand go. “ lemme just have a breath of fresh air. ”

“ okay, i'll be right here. ”

elvis nods and kisses your head before leaving through the small doors to the garden of jerry's house.

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after what felt like hours, you start to get worried. you doubt elvis would leave you stranded here, he isn't like that. but with his weird behavior you couldn't help but be worried.

“ hey, i'm going to find elvis. ” you scream to jerry, the music blasting in the living room.

“ sure! ” he smiles reassuring you of your worries, you smile back before leaving through the same doors elvis went moments before.

as you walk through the garden, the music slowly starts to be unheard, a small portion of it still reaches your ears.

you're about to give up and call his phone before hearing a branch crack.

you turn around, jumping at the sudden sound before sighing. “ jesus... ” you mutter under your breath before shaking your head and look to your side. but as you do that, your eyes catch the figures of two people in a kind of weird embrace.

you roll your eyes, thinking it was a couple doing couple stuff, until you hear a quiet whimper.

walking towards them, you wish you would've stayed inside. you wish you could stop having a savior complex. you wish you did something different.

because the thing you see when you're close enough is elvis holding the man from before in a tight and uncomfortable embrace, his hand holding his neck as his other hand stomps in his feet. the man seems to be clearly injured, a black eye, blood pouring from his nose and his lips all bloody.

you gasp, holding your stomach with one hand while the other one covers your mouth; vomit threatening to leave your body.

elvis turns, like a demon, with fangs and mouth covered in blood. his eyes red with wide pupils, his ears pointed and his skin grey.

“ darling... ” his expression changes. from predator to prey. his brows furrow in worry as he notices the situation he is in.

he drops the man and his neck cracks making you take a step back in fear.

“ no... come here. not gonna hurt ya. i swear, please. come back to me. don't leave me. ” you just shake your head, your eyes glowing in the dark with tears and your lips trembling in fear.

elvis takes a step close to you but before he can hold you in his arms and kiss your frightened face while he reassures you...

you pass out.

[gxdsfavgal]

The LLPonF is 🔥🔥🔥 Really love your writing. If you take requests, could you write a smut with Rafe x Virgin Innocent girlfriend where he eats her out for the first time. Like they are in a relationship, he really loves her and wants to pleasure her (something cute).

OMFG anon I am so sorry! I didn't even see this! Thank you so much, I am glad you love LLPonF and my writing! I hope you don't mind that I changed the request a little, I might do a part 2 to this for him eating her out! Hugs and Kisses to you!

Make You a Sinner

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, VERY FLUFFY, soft Rafe, fingering, piv, innocent reader (not very innocent), soft fluffy sex, aftercare, reader is on the pill, not edited

Summary: Rafe wants to make his girlfriends first time memorable

A/N: I just want to say that I indeed did cry while writing the start of this because I want something like this so bad!

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I love him.

I've told him many times, and he's told me the same.

He was my first boyfriend. My first kiss and hopefully my first everything.

Today was one of those laid back days of Summer. It was the day where Summer is ending and the weather was getting colder. The sky was grey and the leaves were already starting to turn colors.

The seasonal depression was hitting and all I wanted to do was stay home in my bed, watching YouTube, while in my thick sweatpants and hoodie.

Rafe loved coming over and just laying with me, he says my house is more of a home than Tannyhil is. My parents always welcomed Rafe in with open parental arms.

My mom always cooked and made sure she packed him some leftovers, and dad always made sure that Rafe was here for Sunday Football. He is family.

So, there we were laying on my bed as we watched Halloweentown even though Rafe said it's too early for spooky season.

We laid on our side wit his strong arm laid on my waist, his other arm keeping his head up as my head was laid on the pit of his arm. He was the big spoon, sometimes we switch but he likes spooning me.

"How many movies of Halloweentown are there?" he mumbled out, both our eyes still trained on the old movie playing.

I grabbed the remote and paused the movie, turning my body around so now we're chest to chest.

"There's four." I said sleepily, my eyelids heavy.

"You didn't need to pause it." he chuckled and his free hand combed my hair with his fingers.

"I know." I whispered with a smile, my eyes never leaving his blue ones.

He is god-like. He is the prettiest man I've ever seen. I could honestly stare at his for days.

"You're staring." his thumb rubbed at the apple of my cheek. I melted at his soft touch.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I asked him with a smile even though we both know the answer.

"No babe, I don't think you've ever told me." his tone is sarcastic but it felt so familiar to my heart.

My hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks. I can feel his stubble under my palms. My legs trapped him into the mattress as I straddled his waist.

"Well then, listen closely because I'll only say it once." I pulled his face to mine. "I *kiss* love *kiss* you *kiss*"

I continued to kiss his face all over, his tired laughs rang throughout my room.

“Okay okay.” he grabbed my face and pulled my lips away from his face. “I love you too.” he brought his lips to my forehead, leaving a kiss and then leaving additional pecks on the bridge of my nose and cupids bow of my lips.

I laid my face onto his neck, the two of us just in each others arms. His eyes were closed, focusing on our heartbeats in sync.

“Rafe” I whispered into his neck, my breath tickling his skin.

He hummed to make sure I knew he was listening and is awake.

“I think I’m ready.” I said quietly.

I watched his long eyelashes move and his arms squeezed tight around my shoulders.

“You sure baby?” he kissed the shell of my ear.

“I’m 100% sure.” I made sure I told him, he wouldn't do anything if I only hummed.

He sat up, holding me against his chest so I moved with him.

With the little dim light brightening my room, I can see his blue eyes filled with black. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk. 

His big hands caged my face and connected our lips. He was soft at first, but with each kiss he got more sloppy. His hands moved down to the hem of my hoodie, reaching up into it so his hands touched my lower back.

his fingers pinched lightly, grasped, and rubbed my skin. My sweatpants covered core moved against the tent in his grey sweats that showed his print too well.

His warm breath fanned against my skin and his lips made his way to my neck. His mouth sucking my skin and marking me with red spots.

“Take off your pants baby.” he patted my thigh as his fingers lightly dragged on the surface. I quickly hopped off of him and took off my pants, leaving on my hoodie and panties.

I was kneeled next to him on the bed, my eyes watching him as he took off his sweats and shirt. I’ve seen him naked loads of times, but I’ll always look at him like he his a Greek God. 

Fuck. He looks so good, especially with him in just his boxers. 

I felt overdressed, but he knows I like to keep my tops on whenever we make out. 

He sat up and pulled my face down to his, my body collapsing onto his. His lips attacking mine.

“I’ll be slow, okay babe?” he was always verbal with these types of stuff.

“Okay.” I nodded with a smile.

He lightly flipped me onto my back, putting pillows under and all around me. My knees were bent and I just admired how he took care of me. He was kneeling down at the spot by my feet, grabbing the remote to turn off the tv.

His attention when back to me, his lips curled into a smile, and his eyes showing a little of his crows feet. His hands landed on my bare knees, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

I had about a million butterflies in my stomach. My fingers toyed around with the hem of my hoodie. 

“Hey?” Rafe broke the silence.

I hummed at him.

“If you don't want to do this, we can just watch the rest of the movies and cuddle.” he squeezed the tops of my thighs to assure me.

“Its just first time nerves. I want to do this. I want to do this with you.” I put my hand over his.

His smile was warm, like the smell of cinnamon.

“We can start with my fingers first, have to get you used to the stretch.” 

“Okay.” I chewed at the inner part of my cheek.

“You have to spread your legs for me baby.” he chuckled at my legs tightly closed against each other.

I mentally face-palmed myself as I nodded my head and widened my legs, revealing more of my black panties. He licked his lips at the sight. 

He moved his body between my thighs, his fingers tracing the lace trim of my bottoms. He light touch tickled my skin.

His fingers then moved to that sensitive bud. His thumb rubbed it over my panties, the friction adding to the sensation.

“Oh God.” I whispered out, trying not to be loud with my parents just down the hall.

I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his fingers touching me. His fingers dragged down to my clothed entrance, rubbing at it.

“Fuck baby, you’re wet already.” he put on his signature dirty smirk.

He pulled my panties to the side to reveal my glistening entrance. The blue from his eyes were gone, taken over by a lake of black.

He licked his lips in anticipation. His fingers trailing on my skin, just missing the spot that needs him the most.

My hips bucked up, trying to get his fingers to touch me where I wanted.

He clicked his tongue, telling me to stop.

“I’ll get there baby, just gotta be patient. Okay?” 

“Okay.” I huffed out.

He nodded as his fingers then circled around my clit, sending shocks throughout my body. He brought his free hand to my entrance, putting his middle finger into me.

His finger slowly thrusted in and out of me, as his thumb rubbed at my sensitive bud and switching his hand to rub at my thigh.

“Rafe, add another.” I whispered out.

“You sure?” 

I nodded a yes. He added his ringer finger and I can feel the stretch. The pain stinging as he stilled his fingers to help me adjust to the width. 

“You’re doing so good for me baby. Almost done warming you up.” his voice soft.

He began to thrust his fingers and curling them, hitting that sweet spot in me. The pain was no longer there, more of those sparks were swimming in my veins.

“Oh Rafe!” I whispered loudly, trying to keep quiet.

He pulled his fingers out of me, which resulted in me whining at the sudden loss of contact.

“This is the last time to back out, do you want to do this?” he looked at me with concern, but I was too busy looking at the painful erect cock in his boxers.

He called out my name to get my attention and to make eye contact. He was chuckling at what I was doing, pulled into a trance by his covered boner.

“What'd you say?” my cheeks heated up.

“I asked if you want to do this? You can back out.” he still had a smile on his face.

“I want to do this.” I sat up to give him a peck on his forehead then his lips.

“Then lets make you a sinner.” I took off my panties and he took off his boxers , revealing his tip that was pulsing and red. Pre-cum leaking, the vein on the underside is prominent. 

He used his hand that he used on me to tug at his cock, using my juices and his as lube. He brought his lips down to me, towering over me so my back hit the pillows he laid out for me earlier.

He used his knee to nudge my legs wide open again. He pressed his tip into my entrance, pushing in slowly but watching my face for any reactions.

I whimpered at the stretch of his cock, his fingers are nothing compared to his dick.

“Shhh” his thumb rubbed at my hip. “You’re almost there, okay?”

He brought my palm up to his lips, placing soft pecks.

“Okay.” I breathed out.

With one last push, he was fully in me. This was the fullest I’ve ever been, my fingers have never made me felt this way.

The pain was no longer there, I just felt full of him and eager with the need to get fucked by Rafe.

“Move.” I whispered out.

He quietly chuckled and obeyed, his hips pulling back until only the tip was in me. He quickly pushed back in, his hips were against the back of my thighs. 

“You’re doing so good baby.” he kissed my forehead and he began to thrust slow and passionate. 

He was taking his time, making sure everything was perfect for me. This was better than I imagined.

“You feel so good baby.” he praised into my ear, his sweaty forehead laid against my neck.

“Rafe baby, I’m close.” I whimpered out, my arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

He brought a hand between up, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves once again. He rubbed it in figure 8′s. My eyes began to see stars, my body began to jerk, and I was panting.

I had to be quiet, but my whole body was on fire. My toes curled and my nails dug into his back. 

“Raf-” I moaned out. His free hand covered my mouth as his other was still occupied with my clit.

I clenched down repeatedly and I came, a few more lazy thrusts and he came right behind me. He filled me with him cum, the warmth felt so good with his kisses along my neck.

After we both calmed out, Rafe finally pulled out of me which caused both of us to hiss. I was too tired to get up or even hold myself up. Rafe got off from my bed and walked his way to my bathroom that connected to my room.

I was watching him as he got a towel and ran it under the warm water of my sink. His body still blushed, his sweat glowed under the dim lights of my room, his arm muscles rippled with each movement, his abs sculpted by the Gods. He was perfect.

The perfect loving boyfriend.

He came back to my with the warm towel, cleaning my sensitive bit and ridding me of the mixture of his cum and mine.

He went to my drawer and got a clean pair of panties, putting my legs through them and helping me get ready for bed.

He put on his sweats and brought the blankets over our bodies.

“I love you.” I kissed his nose. His cheeks blushed as his eyes fought the tiredness.

“I love you more.” his strong arms pulled me closer into him as our heartbeats matched and we both fell asleep.

[venus-haze]

Consider the following: Demon Elvis 👀 maybe you and your friends decided to play around with a Ouija board for spooky vibes on Halloween. Something goes predictably wrong, and before you know it…

You’re caught in a trap

You can’t walk out

Because he loves you too much, baby~

I LOVED writing this! Majorly inspired by In Dreams by Roy Orbison and also the countless horror films I've watched about otherworldly entities terrorizing people in their dreams🤭

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Warnings for demonic possession, blackmail, paranoia, disturbing physical injuries, unreality, emotional manipulation. Also some sexual content but nothing explicit. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

It’s a casual Halloween night, with your friends gathered at your place in half-assed costumes ready to get sick on alcohol and candy while watching scary movies. After a solid slate of Evil Dead and The Exorcist, you all drunkenly decide to pull out the Ouija board you’d bought as a joke from Toys R’ Us of all places

Within a few minutes, the lights are dim, save for a few candles you’d managed to light and place around the circle on the floor where you and your friends are sitting. Everyone places two fingers on the planchette, and you dramatically announce “If there are any spirits here, we welcome your presence”

You aren’t surprised when the planchette moves to “Hello” knowing at least a few people are moving it. “What’s your name?” a friend asks

“E-L-V-I-S” the planchette spells out. An odd name, but one that somebody probably had up their sleeve already. Someone else asks “Are you friendly?”

You can’t lie, your heart beats a little faster when it slides to “NO.” Yet, you muster up the courage to ask “What do you want?” only for the planchette to spell out your name. “C’mon guys, that’s not funny,” you scold, only to be met with looks of confusion from your friends

Suddenly, they pull their hands away as if the planchette was burning hot, leaving only you holding it as it moved wildly across the board to spell “I-W-A-N-T-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-“ As soon as you pull your hand away, all of the candles in the room blow out. Thoroughly terrified, you tell all of your friends to go home, annoyed by their little party trick when you’re nice enough to host

Even with all of the lights in your apartment on, you can’t relax, feeling on edge until you finally fall asleep in bed around two in the morning. Somehow you end up in your living room, except it isn’t your living room, but a distorted copy of it, a man you don’t recognize lounging on the couch where you and your friends had been watching movies a few hours earlier

He looks over at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gets up and crosses the threshold to you. He’s gorgeous, but something about him deeply unsettles you

“You didn’t say goodbye,” he teases, his voice deep and velvety. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you manners?”

“This isn’t real. I’m drunk, and this is a dream,” you say to yourself

He laughs cruelly before grabbing your hair, and it hurts, which makes your blood curdle in terror because it’s supposed to be a dream. His gaze falls to your lips, and he kisses you softly before whispering, “Let me give you something to remember me by”

His lips are on yours again as he puts his hand over your heart for a few moments before sliding it down to grope at your breasts. Your chest is burning, your cries of pain muffled by the suffocating kiss

When you wake up the next morning, your chest is aching instead of your head, despite how drunk you’d gotten the night before. You stumble into your bathroom and take your top off, letting out a scream when you see ‘ELVIS’ carved into your skin above your heart as if someone did it with a knife. You’re terrified to go to sleep, doing anything and everything to stay awake so you won’t see him

In the week or so you spend struggling to stay awake, the paranoia that accompanies your self-induced insomnia doesn’t help your situation at all, prompting your boss to send you home early from work and tell you to go to a hospital—except you can’t, because the second they see you, they’ll give you something to knock you out. Instead, you make a beeline for the nearest coffee shop and ask for triple shots of espresso

You avoid going home for as long as you can, and when you’re home, avoid your bedroom like the plague. Exhaustion sets in, though, and you try so hard to fight the sleep that’s overtaking you when you finally collapse on your couch

“It’s been a long time, baby,” Elvis says as soon as your eyes shut. “A long time”

You weakly demand that he leaves you alone and just let you rest, your mind running in fumes as it is

“Where’s the fun in that? I can do this as long as it takes for you to give in,” he taunts. “Poor thing, just thought you were playin’ a party game with your little friends, huh?”

You’re exhausted, and you know he means it when he says he can do it as long as it takes. You don’t have the willpower, and he has the time. “What do you want?”

He presses his pointer finger against your chest, where his name had been carved during your first encounter, “Your soul. As soon as I saw it I wanted it. You can make it so easy on yourself, just say yes, and it’ll all be over”

It’s not that simple, and you’re not that stupid, but you can’t keep doing this for the rest of your life. You ask him if he's normally this persistent, and when he responds with a laugh that shakes the warped version of your living room, you try to wake up, but you can't–either your body's too exhausted or he won't let you

When you try to run, the place where his name had been carved into your chest burns so bad you blackout in your dream, the last thing you see his void dark eyes and self-satisfied grin

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[glamoureddreamer]

Waiting for you 

Spooky month (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: love making, sex, lingerie, teasing, smut (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

Jack loved the color blue on his wife, specifically a sky blue.

So it made sense that (Y/n) wanted to wear something soft and pretty for her husband after a long long week.

Just some simple babydoll lingerie that fell just above her thighs.

(Y/n) lays on the bed waiting for Jack to arrive home, even though she knew it would be a while. She sighs glancing at the time, she hoped he would be home before too late.

Her eyes had just closed when she heard the familiar sound of the front door closing.

Her eyes snap open as she jumps up and out of bed, she takes a few deep breaths calming herself.

She walks out quietly down the hall and into the foyer. Jack was setting his handbag down, he sighs and bends down taking off his shoes. (Y/n) smiles and walks around the corner.

“Hey, Jack.”

The man jumps slightly and looks up quickly. His eyes immediately look over the sky-blue lace. His cheeks heat up.

“H-hey sweetheart,” He walks over to her and cups her cheeks with his large hands.

“Why aren’t you asleep? It’s late.”

She smiles and takes his hands moving them to her hips. His eyes follow his hands glancing back up at her. She always made it difficult for him to be a gentleman.

“I was waiting for you,” She whispers placing a mischievous kiss on his cheek.

“Love I-“

“I’ve missed you,” She says guiding his hands to her inner thighs. “In a lot of ways.”

Jack regains some control in his hands and runs his rough fingers against her heat. (Y/n) let’s put a soft moan as his fingers brush against her clit. (Y/n) nudges his hand closer to his entrance.

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” Jack asks stopping his already slow movements.

“It’s late and I don’t want you to feel like you have-“

(Y/n) sets her hand over his mouth to stop his anxious rambling.

“Yes I’m sure, and yes I want to. Please fuck me, Jack.”

Jack removes her hand with a smile and grabs her sides. He pulls her into a deep passionate kiss while he picks her up. (Y/n) gets the message and wraps her arms and legs around her husband.

Jack walks the both of them into their bedroom. He lays her on the bed, hovering over her. He heats up the kiss by running his hands up her lace and over her breasts.

He pulls away from the kiss and nibbles her neck, while doing so Jack ruts his hips against her heat. (Y/n) whimpers from the tease.

“Please, Jack.” She whispers in a whiny voice, her soft breaths tickling Jack.

Jack fought himself to pull away from his lover, and when he did he was left with a feeling of need for her.

He stands up and carefully takes off all of his clothes, throwing them into the basket. Once he was done he returns to his lover on the bed.

Jack takes (Y/n)’s hand and crawls onto the bed leading her to the back. He leans himself against the headboard, once he was in position he helps (Y/n) onto his lap. Her legs once again wrap around his hips.

Jack guides his cock into her entrance. (Y/n) whimpers feeling his full-length slide in, stretching her out. Jack pulls (Y/n) into a heated deep kiss though it was not at all a rushed kiss.

His hold is strong, yet gentle. Jack’s soft moan vibrates (Y/n)’s skin as he sucks a nice bruise into the skin of her neck. Her lips part moaning herself.

He rocks his hips, but only once, and both parties gasp and moan from the feeling. Jack is buried to the hilt but he hasn’t done more than rock his hips a few times.

The feeling of him buried inside you, being this close to him, it’s a comfort all on its own. (Y/n) drags her nails down his back, making him shiver and let out an involuntary moan.

He moves his lips around her throat, giving little nips and love bites. His tongue soothing over where he bites.

“I’ve missed you.” He says as he gently thrusts his hips.

“You’re so beautiful...and all mine.” He keeps mumbling into the skin of (Y/n)’s neck as he goes.

Jack’s arms wind around (Y/n) and hold her close as his lips find hers once again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. Where it dances with hers, a quiet show of dominance, one that she surrenders to.

(Y/n) whimpers into the deep kiss as his hips rock up and down. She whimpers at the feeling of getting completely lost with him.

The sounds of kissing, the sound of the sheets as he moves against them, the quiet sound of him thrusting in.

Jack lets out soft moans into her mouth as she clings to him. His skin is hot against hers, his hard body wrapped so fully around her, and she couldn’t feel any safer.

(Y/n) whines against his lips, feeling her orgasm begin to approach. Jack’s head falls to her shoulder and tightens his grip on her lower back.

He thrusts at a quickening pace, feeling his wife tighten around his cock.

It’s a slow build but it wasn’t about the sex, it was about being with each other.

Jack lets out soft groans as (Y/n) digs her nails into his skin. Jack moans finally approaching his long-needed orgasm.

It felt amazing after so long of having nothing as well, she was amazing in his eyes.

Jack ignores the overstimulation building up and keeps at the same pace until (Y/n) cums around him. She lets out a loud moan, her juices leaking out along with his. Making a mess underneath them.

Jack lets out a happy sigh nuzzling into (Y/n), trying to get even closer to his wife. (Y/n) smiles happily, she moves one of her hands into his hair. She gently runs her fingers through it.

“Thank you (Y/n) this was very nice.” She giggles quietly.

“Of course Jack, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 8 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: NTR (Netorare) Champion Focus: Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) GN reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Honestly was thinking about doing Rakan for this day, but I was only imagining all the angry people that would be flooding my inbox... ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა So you all are stuck with Viego! Sorry Rakan fans, you'll have to wait for your turn another day. On the other hand, enjoy my Viego stans! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

The one thing Viego feared more than anything was becoming like his father when it came to relationships. Now, that wasn't to say his father was unfaithful to any of the wives he had. He just never loved any of them as much as he loved Camavor, always putting the people and their inquisitions above all else.

Viego never understood it. Instead he always craved and desired a more… selfish love? He longed for a connection with someone. He was never born to be a leader, like his father! He could never be like his father…

However, it was King Viego's adulterous acts, and his infidelity, which certainly made him feel like he wasn't all that different from his father.

And still, he couldn't get enough of what he was doing.

There was a certain thrill in sneaking around behind closed doors with you.

At times he almost forgot you worked for him; that you were a lowly servant that never had a home, until his generous wife offered you a position in the royal castle.

Isolde gave you life and purpose. You knew you should owe her your life, an eternity of servitude perhaps.

If only she knew of the atrocities you committed with her husband behind her back...

If only Isolde was aware of the nights you spent sneaking out to the gardens to chat with Viego, the afternoons you would spend locked inside a guest room cuddled up to him, or the stolen kisses in the empty corridors before dinner.

Isolde deserved to be aware of that much and more… among other nefarious wrongdoings.

Moaning into Viego’s shoulder, he held you up by the thighs, fucking you against the door. “Mmphfuuuck~” you mewled as he filled your tight little hole.

His pace was steady, shushing you with a rough kiss to your lips. Your hands clawed into the fabric of his cape.

“Shhh, my love… You must be quiet.” Viego mumbled against your lips, though you already knew that. Because in the next room over, Isolde laid at rest, reading a book behind a thinly-veiled bed. She was all alone, while her husband repeatedly slammed himself into you.

“I wouldn’t have to be quiet if you and I just occupied my quarters in the opposite wing.” You reminded your king, Viego grunting and bucking his hips up into you again.

“I told… Isolde I was just finishing up some paperwork.” He informed, sliding out of you, so he could place you back down on your feet. “L-Like that’s believable~” You teased, Viego nudging his nose against your temple, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face.

Your legs trembled, stabilizing yourself against Viego’s figure. You breath was heavy and your lungs shallow, arms wrapped around the married man as he began to redress you.

“Well you will just have to wait until Isolde is asleep for me~” He kissed you on the lips.

You pouted, releasing him so you can stare up at your secret lover.

“Oh? What are we going to do, my King?” You whispered.

“Hmm…” Viego pretended to think, rubbing your arms, slouched forward as he took hold of your chin with one hand, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

Your breath faltered, eyes fluttering closed as he breathlessly spoke in that suave and sweet tone you adored. And for a brief moment you forgot all about who you were messing with, let alone the wife who had no idea of what her cheating husband was doing the next room over.

“We can do… Whatever you want, my love~“

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Hips'N'Thighs

Kinktober is is full effect y'all! A month of smutty, spooky goodness coming right up. Shoutout to our lovely host, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes for putting her thing down so consistently.

Pairing: Odell Beckham Jr × Crinasia

Tags: Smut, Hypnosis, Sex Pollen?, 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT

A well known viral hypnotist had set up shop and was recording on campus and he'd gathered a lil crowd or whatever. Crinasia was always a skeptic, the type to ask the questions no one else wanted to ask. "I don't care bout ya lil sighin," her lip curled, eyes rolling at her best friend. He was like a happy ass kid who felt like street hypnosis was real and he was ret'ta be made a BooBoo the Fool of on the innanet. Crinasia was not convinced. "No cuz I'm 'sposed to believe these people ain't paid actors? Broke as we college students are? Get ya views, honey, but I don't buy it."

"Girl, you so damn anti. Hold my purse."

It was a lil satchel, but he tossed it at her as he approached the lying ass white boy who had his film crew and was asking for volunteers. 'Volunteers'.

"Odell is here," bestie announced giving his model face to the camera with his best angles. He was eating.

"Ah," her tongue stuck out in pride.

"So have you ever been hypnotized," The hypnotist asked, shoving a mic in his face.

"No," he smiled sweetly, "But my friend says you fakkke," he gritted on her, blinking his eyes back to the hypnotist. "I beliee you tho."

"Friend? Is she your girlfriend by chance," the hypnotist looked between the two.

Crinasia's face said 'tf you think?'

Odell took one look at Crinasia and, "HA," he bleated, "Baby if you can't tell," his wrist bent in demonstration to send the message as his tongue popped. "Ok?! I skipped gold, my star platinum, cut from the pooch no cooch," he held his abs in demonstration. He'd never touched a coochie in his damn life. The audience was on his side already and the hypnotist was eatin it up.

"Friend, don't explain yourself. This a whole YouTube show for views and clicks, ain't shit real."

"Can the friend step up," the mic moved to her face. "What's your name?"

"...Crinasia."

"Crinasia! If it's not real you have no reason not to try it, right? It's fake so there's no problem. Right? Stay right here," the hypnotist gestured gathering four more people. "I need all of you to look behind me at the line of trees, look at them and look far past them in your mind letting your body relax. Arms relaxed, head relaxed, shoulders relaxed, back relaxed, legs relaxed. Focus on feeling your limbs heavy and weighted. Heavy, relaxed. Heavy, relaxed. Sleep," he snapped. Instantly all six heads dropped including Crinasia's. The small crowd went stupid.

He went down the line feeding lies and fake lives. "You're in the middle of an orgasm that won't stop. Sleep... The man beside you is cheating on you with a woman in the crowd. Sleep... You forgot your name and why you're here. Sleep... You're childhood dog just died and you're depressed. Sleep..." When he reached Odell and Crinasia, "You're dating your best girl friend here. Sleep... You think I'm the best hypnotist ever. Sleep..." He winked to the crowd. "When I say wake my words will become you're reality. Wake," he snapped creating CHAOS.

"HUhn~.. hUhn~" The first girl almost moaned holding onto her pussy like it was finna run from her body. She had no fuckin shame hunchin over and cummin on herself over and over, nothin telling her to be embarrassed.

"You fuckin cheatin on me? You cheatin?!" The second girl pushed the nigga beside her, on the ground where she started to stomp his ass out with her boot until the hypnotist whispered in her ear to sleep. Whole time that nigga was looking scared and confused as fuckkk. He stayed his ass down.

The next guy in line was sniffing and wiping his eyes on his shirt like someone really died, his face screwed up with real tears.

Then there was Odell. He looked at Crinasia and smiled holding her face in his hand to kiss her, looking confused when she pulled back with her lip curled in disgust. "Fuck is yo problem?" He tried again. "Crinasia..Stop playin wit me."

"Uh uh!" She pushed him back a third time. "What the fuck?! What the hell you do to him?"

The hypnotist shrugged with a grin.

"Change him back, you got my bestie fucked up!"

"Baby, you so angry that shit turn me onnn," he growled in her ear, the sound deep like a wolf as he grabbed her hips. His voice was not that deep. She ain't like the places it was touchin. "Let go somewhere," he hinted giving her fuck me eyes. She mushed his face and the crowd continued to laugh at her and everyone else.

"Uh uh! OK, you win. You got it, you real. Now put him back!"

"Sleep."

Crinasia and the other four's heads all dropped again. "When I give the word you'll be back to normal. Back as you were, no trauma, no embarrassment, and feeling better than ever. You'll all think I am the best hypnotist ever. Wake."

The crowd cheered and Crinasia was a believer ready to go before somethin else popped off.

"Girl! That hoe was like.. Hnn~, Hoh yes deddyy," Crinasia copied bending over 'bout to throw it back.

"Ok but can we talk about ol'girl who almost stomped a nigga? I Stan, bitch."

"Can we talk about wtf happened to you?" Crinasia cackled as his eyes got wide.

"Bitch, I'm scaredt. Who tf was that?"

"Babyy, it was giving straight!" She laughed more. "The way I need the video LINK. It was lowkey sexy.. lowkey 👌🏾."

"Girl don't- I don't even knoow."

She got that link a few days later. They checked YouTube and the whole lil vid was there. She replayed the hip grab over and over and Odell was ret'ta go gay for his damn self watching.

Of course shit don't always go so smooth, there's always hiccups when dealing with the mind, it will take a new idea and run for the border. Unbeknownst to Crinasia, Odell's brain was skatin.

Fast forward through normalcy, what Crinasia ain't know was that Odell was still battling the outta pocket thoughts that had been implanted and accumulating in his mind. They both thought he snapped out of it. Only he knew the thoughts and feelings that remained toward his best friend.

So when they went to a party together, he was still for the niggas. That didn't change. He felt the same, he liked getting slutted out by a tall trade hood niggas and wasn't nothing on a woman that he wanted. Maybe titties. He looked down at Crinasia's in her push up bra, almost half out her halter. He'd seen her titties many times and she had some pretty ones. Lately he'd been paying more attention. He liked to grab and play with them, watching as she changed. That wasn't weird to him, in his mind all men liked titties gay or straight, just like all men liked ass. Crinasia had a fat ass. He told her many times, slapping it, she knew. In the party especially, her ass looked good in that jumpsuit. He had to grab it. He had to!

He danced and found a sexy ass nigga from the football team who he suspected was on the DL 'cuz he kept lookin. He was determined to pull him, talking football to draw him into taking his number. Maybe he'd call him to "hang out" and they could pretend he ain't know he was really coming over to get his dick slurped on so he could still feel straight.

The nigga poured Odell liquor that the wrong thoughts and feelings. The more he drank, the better he felt but he also had a hard dick and a desire to fuck this nigga.. not only this nigga, but Crinasia. He gasped and set his cup down walking away to clear his mind. He never thought like that before being hypnotized. He'd already messaged the hypnotist days ago for help to fix him and make him fully gay again, but the bitch ain't answer yet. It was left to him to manage his erections and thoughts himself.

The best course of action was to just go ahead and tell Crinasia, plus he was loose and feeling sexy with a hard ass dick.

"Fuck it," he approached his bestie snatching her up and pulling her to the side. She was still dancing with her red cup in hand until he kissed her on the lips, she stopped stunned. "Best friend I'm drunk and feeling sexy. I'm tryna experiment. What you think?"

"Boy bye, I thought you were gay."

"So did I. I think I still am I just wanna sample the pussy."

"You sure," she asked just as tipsy. "You gone lose yo stars."

"Girl," he sighed, "Honestly I don't know, but I wanna see what it's hitting on I never had the meow."

"Shit, I have, ah," her tongue stuck out. They found a lil closet to dip into with Odell giving Crinasia lil cat licks like he was scared until she grabbed him by the head. Usually he'd have some bleached curls but he'd recently gotten a haircut.. after the hypnotizing. Slowly Odell started to get into it, working up to using his whole tongue and Crinasia only had to walk him through it a little. "Put yo tongue under it and suck it. Just like that," she rubbed his head with her thigh on his shoulder. He basically knew what to do from all the hoe stories she'd shared. "Don't be scared put ya finger in there, you feel that spongy part? That's the g-spot.

"Oh I can fuck up a g-spot," he bragged doing his best work there. He wasn't bad at all. It wasn't great, but it was his first time with a girl.

To her surprise the aggression returned when he turned her to face the wall, kicked her legs apart, and bended her over like she was another nigga. His dick slapped across her asscheeks, spanking em. She had never seen his dick, but now she was feeling the weight and the length as he spread her ass and spit between, letting drool slide down to her pussy and sliding his shaft up and down between her cheeks.

"Play with your pussy," he said sliding his tip over her asshole briefly and sinking it into her kitty. Feeling warm wetness, he closed his eyes and didn't see man or woman, he felt ushy gooshy tight hole and instinctively thrust his hips rolling them against that ass to get deep and feel the soft walls massaging and squeezing like a satisfying hug. The suction as he slid out pulled him back in, he just had to let his dick get sucked back. He'd pull it back out and push it back in deep making sure his whole dick felt pressure. He slapped that ass hard with a loud noise and grabbed it going faster and creating friction against her walls the way he knew he liked to feel. He pressed on the back below him and nearly climbed it getting deep strokes. He moved the way he liked niggas to move when fucking him.

The moans reminded him that he wasn't just fuckin, he was fuckin his bestie. He opened his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't go so hard. Her hand was clamped over her own mouth. He was fuckin her up. Okay, maybe a lil more, he thought pulling her neck in his hand as he clapped her cheeks. Her wig was too laid and it would've been a crime to pull it though it was glued. Her hand dropped to hold the wall again and she was moaning openly like that girl who was hypnotized. Odell's nut was on its way up. He'd forgotten a condom so he held it back.

"Crinasia," he moaned and she instantly nutted nearly falling over but he had a grip on her. He pulled out and almost jumped back when she spun to take his leaking nut in her mouth, sucking the head of his penis.

After that party she couldn't tell him he wasn't a bi king although he still never had a sexual attraction for any other girls and wouldn't entertain being with one romantically. He was turned off by it. Anytime she'd say something smart as was her loving way of talking sense into him, his response was along the lines of "But I fucked you tho, so.. ah. We love a bi king."

"Once don't count, that's an experiment boo. You don't like pussy, you like ME because you like yourself and we one," Crinasia gestured. "You gay bitch."

He had told everyone including all of TikTok that he'd dipped his finger in a lil kitty cat meow meow and aside from never wanting to do it again, it was good especially due to the girl. She was dope.

Everyone knew it was Crinasia because she told them. "Ya girl fell in love with the D," she joked. "You'd have thought he was straight. Ooh girl he got bomb dick." Had the girls and the girls wanting to try it.

Unfortunately Crinasia wasn't totally joking, she really wanted that dick again. He didn't just fuck, he fawked. Who'd have thought. She always saw him as a bottom. She joked about them Netflix n Chillin while they binged The Order and felt him look at her a lil sideways when she put her hand on his thigh. Still, they ended up fuckin again with her head and shoulders on the floor, back propped against the sofa, ass in the air. His leg was on the sofa and he was squatting dick into her because they were freaks and wanted to do it. He'd said that's how his football nigga had him the previous night and she'd wanted a visual demonstration so he gave her the 4D experience. They moved to the floor where she got on all fours and threw it back taking control and fucking him. All platonic.. They became sex buddies, fuckin when they were horny or just bored.

Crinasia was hooked, but not just because of the sex. At least she didn't think so, maybe it was. But she wanted Odell. Suddenly she was having dreams about him and blushing when he'd touch her. She had to stop herself, the shit was sick. He'd kissed a girl and liked it, but he was still gay. Straight as a car doin donuts.

"Dell, this a problem for me," she admitted since they were still best friends. They were walking through campus together to meet someone important. "I think I'm starting to want you.. as more... than a friend," she stared, vulnerable. "I like being with you.. and I like being with you." She sensed he already knew, but what would he say? She was nervous with a smile like she could hide it. She had a nervous laugh anyway.

"Babe," he stopped walking and held her hands. She had butterflies but didn't get her hopes up. "I'm attached to you too. Aww!"

She smiled feeling the but as he hugged her.

"Hey you know I love you but not like that."

"I know," she admitted. "You're not bi because it's just me and not all women. You still hypnotized."

"Speak of the devil," he guided her to the hypnotist who finally showed up after getting their messages. "I'm a beat yo ass," Odell told him making him laugh. "It better work this time I ain't got room to be losing friends."

"I got ya buddy, look just past me and focus on the top of that high tree in the distance. Relax, relax your shoulders, your arms? Your hands, your legs, your back. Allow yourself to dissociate and SLEEP." He yanked him putting a hand on his back. "Breathe in and out deeper. Sleep. In a deep sleep. Deeper sleep. Your not mad at me.. You're a hot and sexy college boy with better things to do than beat my ass and you're definitely not sexually attracted to your best friend, pfft, what was that? When I say the word my words will become your reality and you'll feel refreshed, better than ever. Wake. HEY BUDDY! How ya feel?

"I feel good," Odell stretched feeling at ease. "Thanks man." He looked at Crinasia for the true test, squinting his eyes. "Babe. Shake ya ass right quick?" His finger twirled.

She twerked on request and he screamed tackling her. "AHH! BITCH I'M BACK," he half twerked standing while she was on the grass fussin.. "Sorry," he whispered helping her up. He was happily back to being pussy repulsed and craving dick more than ever. He had an appointment to makkke. "Bestie I love you ❤️," he hugged her feeling nothing funny inside other than love. She couldn't be mad at that.

"Hypnotize me too," she said for good measure to forget her feelings. She woke happier.

Overall a good experience but neither Crinasia nor Odell would fuck with hypnotists or nagicians again after that.

The End.

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[secondgenerationnerd]

Could we get some teen lian and dad roy at home pls (ps i have always felt like irey had adhd and jai has autism what are your thoughts on that?)

Ooo if we’re talking the comic versions, absolutely! My versions lean more toward the Hyperactive ADHD, meshing interestingly with Mar’i’s austim. (Lian is some form of neuro spicy, she just doesn’t care enough for a diagnosis) Fun fact: ADHD and Autism have a fair amount of similar traits

Adding in Jason for some fun 😂😂😂

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“Dad?” Lian calls out, tossing her keys to the side.

“In here, Pum’kin!” Roy calls from the kitchen. Walking in, she takes note of her father’s mussed up hair and rumpled clothes, even if he’s causally sitting on the counter. Wouldn’t be too weird if Uncle Jason’s dark hair wasn’t sticking up, or wearing one of her dad’s goofy shirts, chopping vegetables for dinner like it’s any other night. Doesn’t help that her dad’s checking Jason out way more than ‘best friends’ should.

“You two are shameless.” She snorts, kissing her uncle’s cheek.

“Uh-huh. You do remember that two of your teammates are my little brother and my niece, right, kid?”

Her dad raises an eyebrow at the other man, “Why would she need to remember that?”

“Because, Dad,” Lian jumps onto the counter top beside him, lowering her voice to mimic Jason’s, “They’re the big scary Bats.”

“Ah yes. The big scary bats.” Roy nods grimly, “Mysterious. Spooky.”

“One could even say Creepy.”

“Or Kooky.” As if on cue, father and daughter snap their fingers twice, then crack up. Jason rolls his eyes and waits for it to die down.

“I was telling her to remember because she and that boyfriend of hers—“

“You can say Jai, Uncle Jason. Your brother’s best friend’s son. My best friend.”

“The one shoving his tongue down your throat every 20 minutes. At least according to Mar’i.”

Roy shakes his head, “Nope. My Squeaker’s never kissed any one. Male, female, non-binary, anyone in between or beyond those descriptions.”

“…Roy, babe, you do realize she and the speedster fu—“

“Fundamentally get along, yes.”

Lian can’t help but snort, “Yeah, Dad. Just like how you and Mom ‘Fundamentally getting along’ lead to me.”

Roy makes a face at his daughter, which she happily returns, “If Jai gets you pregnant, I’ll castrate him.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have done it already.” Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she heads upstairs, “I’m gonna change! Don’t forget Mar’i and the twins will be here later!”

“What? You don’t want them to know you’re in private school? I’m sure they’d love the uniform—“

“DAD!”

Shaking his head and laughing, Roy looks back at Jason, “Remember when she was little?So sweet and even tempered?”

“The feral hellion, who swore at classmates in preschool?” Jason snorts. But he puts down the knife he was using, looking at the other man, “Do I need to have a conversation with Jai?”

“Nah, he’s a good kid.” Roy shrugs, “If Wally didn’t teach him to respect a partner, Linda put the fear of God into him. Now, get over here.”

“She’s right upstairs, Roy.” But Jason moves towards him. Arms bracing against the counter, boxing the archer in, he raises an eyebrow. The picture of patience. Like they hadn’t been 5 minutes away from stumbling upstairs when Lian’s car pulled up.

“Yeah, but she always hides her school uniform. We’ve got, like, 15 minutes at least.”

“In that case.” Jason leans in. Just as their lips meet, a shout comes from upstairs—

“Dad? Do you know where that explosive arrow I was working on went?”

Dropping his head, Roy grumbles, “Have a kid they said. Such a blessing, they said.”

“Roy, we both know damn well no one told you to have a kid.”

[thetwelfthcrow]

happy halloween and may i request any insights into your head when i ask for spooky max/lewis? 🎃🦇👻

oohh halloween max/lewis or supernatural au max/lewis?

halloween max/lewis (warning: very cute!)

max rolls his eyes fondly as he sees an enthusiastic lewis using self-made fake blood around his lips. the plastic fangs he glued to his teeth are slightly awry and max plans on getting those out before he even thinks of kissing him again (he does not want to choke on those tiny plastic things). lewis is fully dressed as a vampire, with a cape over his three piece in bold red and black colours. and he's joyful, happy about it. max should've guessed the spontaneous trip to colorado would lead to something along these lines, but since he didn't grow up in a country where halloween is a thing and he never really cared for these things either, he had no clue when exactly halloween was. or how extensively lewis wanted to celebrate it. max grips his wizarding cane, already convinced he'll forget the bloody thing the moment he'd set it to the side. they're already late for the halloween party but someone had felt the urge to give an unwilling man a full face makeover. the makeover went as well as you can expect from someone who doesn't do makeovers regularly, and you'd already know who the unwilling man is. lewis is smiling brightly and proudly as he walks out of the bathroom to show max his life's work. his fake blood looks a lot better than the dark circles he'd made around max's eyes. "Aren't we a hauntingly beautiful couple?" lewis grabs max by the collar of max's cape (yes, he also wears a cape and no, he didn't want to put it on either but then lewis promised he'd suck max off without the fangs later on in the night and while max knew he'd get that anyway, he agreed, if only to see lewis smile this brightly all night). "Hmm, I could eat you up, looking this handsome." "Good one, but I think that's more of a thing a vampire would say. Stay in character, you!" Lewis kisses max on his nose and then grabs a bowl of candy he'd prepared to leave in his front lawn for the children. max can't help but smile and keep on smiling as he follows lewis into the car. he has no idea what might come of this halloween party, but he knows it makes lewis happy.

supernatural max/lewis

i'm a sucker for vampire fics but i'm soooo torn to figure out who's the vampire. well. the undead thing makes me think lewis (with his famous blacks don't crack quote). so, okay

the thing is, max is wearing a mask. he's half forgotten about it already, but he is. so the fact that no one recognises him is not actually a weird or surprising thing. what is surprising, is that max just thinks he might recognise the man that cornered him into this alley and has him pinned against the wall. max gulps. he'd heard the reports about a supposed creature pinching into people's necks and drawing blood from them, leaving them unconscious for several hours before they'd wake up with no recollection of what had happened. max had heard of it, but also disregarded it. he's a trained athlete, he'd be safe. or so he thought since this supposed creature is turning out to be a man, and a very strong man at that. max might have the advantage of a few centimetres, he does not have the extra strength to deal with this determined person. all he can do, now, is to raise his arms in surrender and keep his heartbeat in check, in case he sees an escape route. he can't help but be bothered that he thinks he recognises that voice. and the man in question doesn't even care to remove max's mask, doesn't care who it is he's....attacking? "Stay very still," the man says again, "this will hurt only a little bit." max takes a shivering breath. he feels the man's hands crawling onto his neck, cocking it to the side, leaving max's neck exposed to the cold air of the night. why's he so afraid? he can handle being attacked, he should be able to. why's he so easy to surrender? he should fight his way out of here, the way he's trained. were all those boxing classes for nothing? where's his determination gone? max can't help but wonder. the man is getting closer to his neck, his breath warm against max's skin and it's raising every hair on his neck and sending a shiver down his spine. normally, when people get this close and intimate with max's neck, it's in a much more sexual setting. and now max is thinking about that -- getting, what, bitten in his neck, the blood being drawn from him... it's doing all sorts of weird things to his body -- he's afraid, yes, but...also just this tiny bit aroused. what is this man doing to him? he manages, although barely, to huff out a comment, "hope your teeth are sharp, you have to bite through quite some muscles" he never paid attention to biology class about layers of muscles and skin and where the blood is, sue him. the other man freezes. moves back a second. max holds his breath. in one swift, slightly forceful move, the man rips max's mask from his face, "hey, ouch!" max complains. "fuck" the other man hisses. grits his teeth. then he says, "i hope you forget about all of this just like everyone else did, max." and that's-- that's it, the max, the one word he was so focused on hearing from this man, the word that took him years to receive from this man. this man is lewis hamilton. max just sucks in a breath. squares his shoulders a bit more. "do it then," he challenges lewis, because that's the only thing he certainly can do, challenge lewis. "trust me, i wish i didn't have to." "what is it then?" max searches for the word, "a curse?" "yeah." max squints his eyes, looks at lewis -- or tries to, his face is mostly covered -- and he shrugs, "you could also just ask."

is this good insight? :)

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[scarlet-ancunin]

Given its October 1 and the spooky setting is upon us I think spook requests are in Order huh?

Request: ian Wright x male reader where R convinces Ian to go to a hunted house it leads to in clinging to Reader arm the entire night. Give me literally the fluffiest shit you got bestie

Mini fic here we go haha (Spooky Fic)

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Hold My Hand Please

You got two tickets to the haunted theme park because they said to have the best haunted house there so you got two tickets for you and you lover Ian who actually didn't like hunted anything.

You waited for Ian to check Ziggy to rush to everyone and said "guys can you help me convince Ian to come with me to the Haunted House they said its really scary and i kinda want Ian to go with me."

Ben thought about it while sitting beside Addison who laughed along with Jenn "good luck" "come guys I'll even buy you lunch for two days." Ben looked at you "make it three and you got a deal" "fine three"

During lunch break ben was scrolling through his phone "heyy a haunted house just opened up in that theme park we should go honey" he looked at Addison who looked at him annoyed "no besides it will be more fun if we go in a group"

Ian was silent the whole time "why not me and Ian go with you two" Addison sat up "you know that would be great if you two show up" Ian shakes their head "absolutely not im not going" you pout "please love besides it will be fun and uh they are coming to" Ian glares at you "I'm not going" Jenn snickers "your just scared" Ian looked at Jen "I am not i just think its stupid" they said looking away.

"Sounds alot like im scared" Ben said and Ian pouts suddenly "ugh fine i go to this stupid thing only to prove im not scared." They said defiantly. You lean down kissing them softly. "It will be great"

You didn't expect Jenn or Magic to be there with Ben and Addison Ian said they forgot their wallet in the car going to get it so they didnt know everyone was there. You giggle "if you all had to come at least leave the Haunted House for me and Ian" Magic laughed "well we will be waiting by the end to see their face try to record their reaction" Ben said laughing.

They rushed off quickly blending in with the crowd once Ian came. "Looks like they stood us up....well while we are here lets do the haunted house first it just up there." Ian decides not to wear their glasses going here not wanting to lose them. "Uh sure" you walked with them up the little hill before stopping at the gate to give the man or rather zombie the ticket.

You noticed Ian stare at the "zombie" before leaning close to you. You smirk and pulled them close kissing them softly on the lips. "Come on love they are fake"

Ian was clinging to you so tightly that people could mistaken you both as one person. They made cute yelps when a jump scare happens out of nowhere. "Why did i agree to this" they would say and holding you close laying their head on your chest.

Ian kissed your cheek before nuzzling their face to your neck. "This place is giving me the creeps y/n" they said only to yelp when an ugly woman pops out of nowhere and you pulled them closer to you "we are almost at the exit" you promised them.

The last part of the haunted house had some ugly looking monster run after them and you turned around to see it coming and run as well realizing Ian was already ahead of you. The fear bumping more blood to your heart and you tried not to laugh at how quick your lover was out. You was behind them by a few seconds just in time to see everyone on the other side watching gripping his chest and panting their hair was slightly messed up.

You pat their back "love its okay it over" he flips you off and then points it towards their friends who was laughing. "Ah Ian that was not so bad" you said laughing and pulling them closer and kissing them on the cheek

They were all sitting in a little bar area within the theme park near some other things. Ian had their head resting against your shoulder having a cute pout still. "Come on love i promised you i will not leave you alone and you have to admit it was fun-" "and scary" they interrupted and you chuckle and moved so you was looking at them and kissed them deeply they blush lightly but responded with the same urge.

"Well we still have a few hours we can play some of these games around here maybe i can win something cute" you said smiling proudly. Ian held you close as you both walked towards a booth.

You and Ian's friend watching "they really are cute together" Addison said smiling and Jenn agreed. "Yea, both are nerds" Ben said and Magic chuckled lightly.

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[biracialdisaster]

Focus

Pure smutty nonsense. A few friends and I - @spooky-ghosts, @babblydrabbly and @a-reader-and-a-writer decided we should all sit on Tom!Peter's face, so, here's my contribution. I'm going straight to hell. It's fine; they probably have the nice cookies there.

Words: 1,137 ~ Content: Smut, face-sitting, oral sex, P in V sex, fluff, Peter is CEO of stark!industries, future Peter/Peter Parker AU.

You can tell it’s been a bad day as soon as the door shuts behind him. Not a slam, not the heft of a normal door closing, but a quiet snick of the lock in place, and when you poke your head out of the kitchen to see him, he’s just standing there, head slightly bowed, his tie loose, jacket already off and folded over his arm, and he looks defeated.

And you can’t allow that. Peter is everything that’s good and right and true in the world, and you hate it when the world piles on top of him like this.

“Hey,” you say, crossing to him. You take the jacket, hang it up, and then frame his face with your hands. “How did it go?”

He sighs, draws his lower lip between his teeth thoughtfully. “Not sure.”

“But Stark Industries has a five year high in profits, right? Plus all that PR from Tony’s plans that you finally steered to fruition.”

Peter shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know. I feel out of my depth with all these reports and meetings and presentations. Like everyone’s looking at me, wondering what I’m doing there. I just feel like I'm hardly holding it together. You know? Like Tony seemed chaotic but he had it under control, and I maybe don't, and they look at me and all they see is this kid, playing pretend in a fancy suit." He exhales, and all the fight goes out of him. "But here, with you, I don't have to pretend. Don't have to be anything but Peter."

You fold him into a hug. Sweet, sweet man. His heart is the size of the ocean, and just as deep. “I never want you to be anything but Peter.”

He kisses the top of your head, and you breathe him in. He’s never been one for fancy cologne, even after a few years as Stark Industries’ CEO, even though he has to go to all these jumped-up gala things. He isn’t flashy, or showy, he’s just – Peter.

“Show me,” he says, softly, and you smile and take his hand, and lead him upstairs and into the quiet of your bedroom. The big picture window overlooks the distant lake. It’s a serene space, one you insisted on after Peter took over Stark Industries. For some headspace, you’d said, and you never once regretted it.

You look down into his bottomless brown eyes. His gaze is soft, and trusting, and you love him even more in this moment.

Peter follows you through the room obediently and you walk him to the bed, gently push at his shoulders until he gets the message and lets himself fall on to his back. It's powerful, and heady and arousing that you get to see him like this. You straddle him, one knee on either side of his hips. "Now I've got you."

He slides his hands up your thighs. "And what're you gonna do with me?"

“Anything I want,” you whisper.

Peter’s eyes go dark and hot. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah. Do that.”

You start slow, unwinding his half-loosened tie and unbuttoning his shirt enough that his collarbone peeks up from above the neck of his under shirt. It’s weirdly sexy, this extra layer that he wears before you can get to smooth, warm skin.

You bite him just there, slow enough that it won’t be seen, but enough to mark him as yours. He arches into you, suit trousers and all, and you grind against him, and it’s not enough but it’s everything at the same time.

You groan his name as you worry another little love bite into his chest, through the thin cotton of his vest, and he spears his fingers into your hair, holding you in place. You allow it, grinding down into him, both of you getting wetter and more aroused as the seconds tick by.

“Wanna taste you,” Peter whispers above your head. “When you’re over me, like that, I can’t think about anything but how good you smell. How good you feel. I want that. That singular focus.”

Your inner muscles clench at his throaty words. You want that, too.

You wiggle off him for a moment and discard your underwear, bunching your dress up in your hands. When you return to the bed, Peter sits up and wraps his arms around you, tugging you into a soft, needy kiss. His lips are warm and tender and you lose yourself in the kiss for an unknown number of heartbeats, loving him more than he could ever know.

You’ve seen him disarm criminals, otherworldy bad guys with webbing and gymnastics and math, you’ve seen him tinker with science and contraptions and make amazing things, you’ve seen him laugh and cry, but this needy side of him, that he shows only to you, is what rubs you raw.

“Please,” he murmurs, and you push gently at his shoulders so that he lies down again, and then you move up his body and clamp your hands on the headboard as Peter settles his hands on your thighs.

He breathes in deeply, sighing with pleasure.

“Thought about this all day,” he says.

Your muscles start fluttering as he noses through your curls.

“Bein’ with you like this…. Can’t tell you how much I love it. It’s like time stops and it’s just us. Nothing else gets in.”

The first touch of his tongue makes you freeze for a moment, before you relax into his familiar motions. The little grunts of satisfaction he makes spur you on, and before you know it you’re wiggling down as far as you can without suffocating him, pressing into the press and swirl of his tongue where you need it most.

He circles that little bud of pleasure at your apex once, twice, and then you’re gone, coming hard with little breathless cries of his name.

When you finally pull back, he’s smiling slightly, that blissed-out look parading over his handsome features.

You shuffle down his body and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “That was amazing.”

“I aim to please.”

“So do I.” You unzip his suit pants, pull him free from his boxers. He’s hard and aching, but he hasn’t mentioned it; he wouldn’t. He gives and gives and you have to make sure that he takes, too. You line him up, meeting his lust-drunk gaze, and slide down until he’s fully seated. It’s the most fantastic feeling. You both shiver a little, and then Peter grips your hips, encouraging you to move, and you ride him to orgasm, when the white-hot pleasure in his veins washes off all the stresses of the day.

And then you order pizza and eat it in bed, tired and happy, watching the sun set over the shimmer of the lake.

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[souichi-simpings]

Bullied into submission (NSFW)

/Souichi meets a girl who ends up being tougher than he thought.../

Honestly, not very happy with this one but decided to publish it anyway!

Knife play, slight dubcon

"9,000 Yen? Are you kidding me? I ain't paying that much, old man!" You scowled at the handsome tall man who was  calmly grinning at your angry tantrum. "I assure you, miss. It's very well worth the money." He tried to reason to you "If you wish, I can accompany you and show you all the scariest sights inside. Satisfaction guaranteed!"

"Hmph. Whatever, if I ain't scared you better give me my money back." You sulked as you went through your backpack, looking for your wallet, at the same time checking that you had your butterfly knife with you, thinking that you will get your money back one way or another. The man's grin grew at your words, as he opened the door behind him. "Well of course! Welcome to my haunted house, miss...?" "Y/N." You responded bluntly, making his smirk falter, as you walked past him and entered the house. "Tough customer huh...." He said quietly to himself, making you stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. "Excuse me, old man? What was that?" You asked him, staring at his face grimly. What's up with this girl?

"Uh, n-nothing miss Y/N, nothing at all!" He stammered as he attempted to stay calm "Would you like to see one of my favorite spots?" He tried to hurry you forward, but you wouldn't budge. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your eye level, making him yelp at the sudden action. "You better shut the fuck up, or I'll make you shut up, old man..." He started to panic, his seemingly everlasting smile wavering. "Is this any way to treat a lady, huh?" Your cocky smile just barely noticeable, you were enjoying tormenting the man, his charade of confidence falling apart. It was making you excited. "What's your name, old man? Do you want trouble, because that's what you'll get if you cross me!"

He gulped, the proximity of your face stirring him. You were pretty for sure, but scary. "S-Souichi, miss..." He said, his voice trembling. Damn this girl!

"Souichi," you whispered to his ear, still holding his tie, your gentle breath on his ear making him shudder "behave, and I'll be on my best behaviour too." You let go of him, giving him a devilish smile as you turned around to walk deeper into the house. He stood there where you left him stunned and, weirdly enough, aroused. "Souichi, are you coming?" He heard you call out from another room "Yes miss, just a moment!" He croaked as he hurried to the next room. The room was filled with severed heads, badly constructed, but there was a surprise at the end of the row. His sister was waiting to scare anyone who entered and.... Wait! Where was she!?

"Hmmh. I don't know what is supposed to be scary about these fake heads. I'm not impressed." You said flatly as you poked one of then, making it fall over. You looked behind you where Souichi stood, sweat rolling down his face as he cussed in his mind. Damn Sayuri, where the hell are you! "Honestly, old man, this isn't worth the money. Did you make these yourself? Store bought would've been better. Is this one of those 'scariest sights' you meant to show me?" Your arrogant smile making Souichi's confidence fall to depths unknown. "I- I-, uhh..." He stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. "I think we better move forward, miss Y/N! This is just the beginning!" "I wonder...." You muttered and took the strap of your backpack off your shoulder, Souichi looked at you confused as he tried to peek at what you were doing. "Miss? What are you doing? Photographing inside the haunted house is forbidden." You took out your knife and jabbed it in one of the heads, piercing it with ease. "Paper mache? Are you kidding?" You chuckled and held the head up by the knife. "Why do you have that with you?!" Souichi exclaimed, backing away from you. "Hmmm, you never know when you might need a knife" You hummed as you twirled the butterfly knife skillfully in your hand before sliding it in your skirt pocket. "Besides, I know a lot of neat tricks with it, it's fun." Souichi swallowed dryly and fidgeted with his hair "I see. W-Would you like to see more of the attractions?" He felt nervous, but still tried to keep you moving forward. He really needed the money, so he attempted to get you to at least finish the tour.

You rolled your eyes "Alright, wow me." Souichi prayed that the rest of his family was still in their positions as he led you forward. "O-over here, we have the cursed well" He tried to make the atmosphere a little more spooky, failing miserably "The story is, an old woman was murdered and her body dumped here, they say her soul is still haunting it, cursing everyone who dares to .... Eh?" You peeked inside it before looking at him unimpressed, then again at the well. "Old man... This isn't very convincing." Souichi felt his heart drop. "What do you mean, miss Y/N?" "It's just a fake well." You leaned onto the edge of the well, taking another look inside. "What's up with this hatch in here? Someone supposed to jump out from there and spook you?" "N-no, I mean, yes, but..." Souichi faltered. "This is soooo booooring..! I might as well just go home!" You sighed, dramatically turning around, smirking as you pretended to be leaving. "Ohhhh no no no, miss please! I swear you will like the next attraction, please don't leave" He rambled on in panic, hurrying towards you as he tried to come up with something to keep you there.

"Although... I have a better idea." You twirled around to face him with a huge smile on your face, making Souichi stop in his tracks confused. "You know, Souichi, you look awfully cute like this" You told him as you snagged the lapels of his coat, "Makes me want to just eat you up!" Souichi felt his face turn red. "C-cute? What do you mean cute?" He questioned as he watched you lick your lips hungrily. You pushed him against a wall and rubbed your thigh against his crotch. "Already hard..." You thought contently to yourself. "What do you think I mean? You look absolutely adorable." You rub your thigh against his cock again, making Souichi let out a moan. "Your face all red..." You kissed his neck and took your knife out of your pocket, pressing it gently against his chest. "Your false confidence gone.." You whispered as you applied slight pressure to the knife, damaging his shirt. "I like it a lot." You slid the knife under his necktie, and with a swift motion cut it off his neck. Souichi felt spellbound, he couldn't resist you and your advances. Instead, he wanted more. "Miss, I don't understand..." He tried to calm himself down as you pushed yourself against him. "Ohh? I think you do!" You smiled at him devilishly. You took a firm hold of the back of your neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tasted so sweet, it was driving you crazy. He took a tight hold of you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

You broke the kiss, looking at his breathless form as you chuckled "Oh, you liked that? You're naughty, mister. Would you like some more?" You lightly brushed the knife against the skin of his neck. Souichi gulped as he nodded quietly, a desperate look in his eyes. You let out a pleased hum. "Come here then." You said as you pulled him back towards you. He exhaled hard as your lips collided, he tried to slowly relax himself as his hands tugged your shirt up and made their way underneath to grope your breasts. You practically tore his coat off his body in your frenzy, dropping your knife to your feet as you swiftly opened the buttons of his shirt, feeling his soft, pale skin against yours as you slid your hands down, opening his belt and undoing his pants.

You broke the kiss to take off your underwear, the material coated with your slick, glistening, dropping them to your ankles and kicking them aside. "Sit down." You commanded Souichi, sitting astride in his lap as he complied. He took a better look at you as you were on top of him, your hips slowly rubbing against his hard member. You looked beautiful, your hair messy and eyes filled with lust. He reached under your shirt again, feeling your breasts and sliding his hands up and down your sides, he wanted to touch you everywhere he possibly could. You pulled your shirt off over your head and threw it somewhere on the dirty floor, your bra soon following. Souichi was enchanted by your beauty, trying to take it all in at once was overwhelming, yet he still wanted more. "Miss Y/N, please..." He groaned as you ground your hips against his.

"Be patient, you'll get what you want" You lifted your hips so that you could tug his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. "You ready?" You asked, stroking his cheek. You slowly lowered your hips down, feeling the tip of his cock against your entrance. He nodded in agreement, letting you take control of the situation. You pushed yourself down on him, feeling his member fill you up. You pause for a moment to get used to the size of his cock, it was bigger than you anticipated. "Oh god, so tight...!" Souichi groaned as he gripped your waist. As you got used to the size, you slowly started to move your hips, moaning when his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Souichi moaned as he slightly bucked his hips against you, making you let out a small mewl in response.

You placed your hands on top of his chest as you worked yourself on top of him, your pace getting more vigorous as you chased your high. "Y/N, slow down please" Souichi panted, his hands desperately clinging onto your thighs so tight you were sure it would leave bruises on you. You had no intentions of doing so, you enjoyed watching him squirm under you, struggling to keep his composure as you fucked him. "Sshhh, just let it out" You exhaled as you rolled your hips against him "I want to hear your voice" You hummed as you slowly brought your hips up before smacking them down again, making him groan as his eyelids fluttered. "But Y/N, I'm so cl-close" He uttered huskily between his moans. "Please, you have to pull out..!" Just hearing that made you more aroused, the thought of the man coming undone under you and making him let his seed out deep inside you was irresistible. You bend down, entwining your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you. "It's alright, let it all in, please!" You mumble in his ear. Hearing you say it was too much for him, he desperately needed to fill you up. Souichi took a tight grip of your hips, rutting his hips into yours relentlessly as you held on him for dear life "Souichi, please fill me up" you whined as his pace became more erratic. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he let out a throaty groan and brought your hips down against his, letting his hot seed fill your insides. Each throb of his cock sent a shudder up your spine, your legs trembling as you savored every drop of his semen. "Oh god, that felt so good..." You exhaled as you rest your head against his shoulder, giving him a small peck on his neck. Neither of you had the energy to get up, leaving you two breathless on the floor. "You really are quite something, miss" Souichi sighed underneath you as he petted your hair lazily. "Just Y/N." "Hmm?" "Just... Call me Y/N."

You both laid down in silence, before you lifted your head up slightly to look at his face.

“You really need to work on your stamina though...” You mumbled to him, making him groan in annoyance.

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"1,000, 2,000...." Souichi counted your money with a defeated expression on his face as you whistled a small tune cheerfully. "9,000. There you go." Souichi handed the money back to you dissatisfied. "Thank you very much!" You smiled, victorious, as you put your money back in your wallet. "Hmph, whatever..." Souichi grumbled as he took out a cigar, placing it between his teeth and lighting it. He emptied the small cash register as he started to count his profits for the day, mumbling and lost in his thoughts. You silently studied his face for a while, thinking. "Hey, old ma-, I mean, Souichi." "What is it now?" He asked, eyes fixed on the small piles of money. "I like you. Let's go out tomorrow, like a date. My treat." You turn your face away from him, trying to hide the slight redness of your cheeks. Souichi lifted his gaze up from the counter, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. "Uhm, y-yeah, I would love to!"

[modx-reborn]

* loud inhale*

Ah, October. Second month of fall, month where almost every tree standing absolutely naked, all those yellow-orange-red leaves covering the ground and crunch under your feet like they supposed to. The soul warming spooky month, full of black and orange decoration and unbelievable costumes. Witches walking their black cats, zombies waiting Halloween night to rise and shine, while carved pumpkins standing outside the house and scaring the creatures from other world. What am i leading to?

Reader trick-or-treating. They visit Simpbur and he responded with "But I don't have any ✨candy✨". But reader know that he is sweetest candy here. Or maybe it's because of chocolate in their mouth while they kissed. Or maybe both.

*and i lost the idea here, fuck*

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Ho! Hell yeah 🐢!

The streets around your home were well known for their candy and chocolates that were given on Halloween, yourself having dressed up and with a circuit in mind that would lead you to a particular house at the end, a perfect little treat for a long night spent wandering and being semi-social as people ask what your dressed as and children running just barely underfoot, but that would all soon be forgotten as you close and lock your door, tonight would be about where you finished the night not where you started it.

Some of the houses around his were so well decorated but your dear simp, had only a few little things here and there, not one for this particular tradition of the night, but the effort he had put in was cute, to say the least. Emptying the last of the small tube of M'n'Ms into your mouth your make your way to his door, knowing all too well how this will end.

Knocking on his door and waiting gives you time to wave at a passerby that had yelled out about your costume, laughing as you turn around watching the wide-eyed sweep of your form that comes from the curly-haired man at the door. Cooing 'Trick or Treat' as you hold out a hand to him, knowing just what you are going to do as he stumbles over a response, having run out of candy earlier in the night but still not wanting this moment with you to slip away he is almost physically scrambling to think of something.

God if it wasn't a treat to grab the, albeit slightly greasy, the collar of his usual button-up and pull him close, barely a breath away from his mouth when you smile as his hands find a home on your waist, stuttering and stumbling over his attempts at words as you shush him.

"Ah ah, nothing more from you. No more candy on Halloween? Whatever will we do with you, hmm? Nothing, not even for me, but that's okay, I have more than enough sweet things to share, now be a good boy and let me show you what I have as a treat for you..."

If he wasn't already half-hard by the sight of you on his doorstep he was definitely well on his way to making a mess of himself as you push into his home, using the grip you have on him to push him into the wall by the door as you kick it closed.

The kiss you share is filled with the taste of your candy and Redbull, an interesting flavour but not an unwelcome one as when you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue along the seam of his lips it becomes oh so easy to slip one of your legs between his, pressing up into his slacks and devouring the gasp he releases. Feeling his hands roam and his hips slowly rock against your thigh make you laugh as you pull away, savouring the needy look on his face.

Oh, this was definitely a Halloween treat to remember.