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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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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!

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.

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mangoposts · 17 days

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Do you have a favorite Halloween movie?

Mine is Corpse bride( it’s not really an Halloween one but still)

Omg i loveeeeee corpse brideeee but i like halloweentown and a nightmare on elm street the most prolly

#🥭

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sorry-i-spaced · 7 months

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Yesterday at work we were discussing favorite holiday movies and we started with Halloween and everyone said HalloweenTown, so now I gotta ask Tumblr:

#polls #feel free to share around to get a higher number of answers

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laynes01 · 7 months

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Homework Prompt:

“Although coinage has lost its link with the gold standard, awards and medals are still usually gold (or gold-plated), and the color’s symbolic value has left its mark on language too: we talk of golden ages, golden boys and girls, and, in business, golden handshakes or goodbyes.”

I chose this quote because gold has always been a favorite color of mine. I find it interesting that this particularly color has always symbolized wealth and good character. Anything golf is meant to represent what is “good”. (Page 70)

Sketch:

1. The animal I chose was an ostrich. An ostrich is my favorite animal because I think they’re funny looking. A fun fact is that Ostriches can run up to 43 mph.

2. My favorite music to listen to in the fall is 2000s throwbacks. My favorite Halloween themed movie is Halloweentown. I incorporated my leaves as feathers on the ostrich.

3. I was born in 2001. The most significant event from this year was the terrorist attack on 9/11. I decided to incorporate the twin towers into my sketch to memorialize 2001.

4. The song that resonates with me from my childhood is Desperado. This is my dad’s favorites song, and he still likes to sing it to this day. I couldn’t find a music video, so here is a live performance:

youtube

#Youtube

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hannamarins · 6 months

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shitouttabuck · 9 months

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for weirder asks: 5, 21, 37, 46

💖🩷💜🩵

HI RYAN thank u for the distraction 💓💓💓

5. what color are your eyes? very dark brown

21. something you’ve kept since childhood? u know how everyone has a cardboard shoe box with miscellaneous rubbish from over the years… mine has a bunch of conkers and belemnite fossils from when i was like five

37. someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? i’m incapable of making friends as an adult irl i think and i went to a small school so my social circle is still everyone i was in fifth grade with 😭

46. favorite holiday film? halloweentown and it’s a wonderful life both make me stupid weepy

#thank u for sending this mwah #ask game #alyxmastershipper

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cabinofimagines · 1 year

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Day six: evening; costume emergency

A/N: Short but sweet! The big event is coming so don’t worry, next one is a decent length -Danny

Pairing: Platonic!Calypso, Piper xgn!reader

Word count: 672

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“What do you mean you don’t have a costume?!”

Calypso looks at you with a guilty smile.

“I was having fun making everyone else’s, I forgot to make mine.”

“But the party’s tomorrow, Cal!” You gasp, pulling her back to the chair and sitting next to her, grabbing the notebook she was using to design your friends’ attires. “Okay, we’ll need to brainstorm something here...”

“Done!” Piper comes out of the bathroom as Wednesday Addams. “How does it look?”

“Wow! Look at the details!” You say in awe. “Where did you find these fabrics, Cal?”

“Around,” she says vaguely, smiling proudly at her creation. “You look great, Piper.”

“All thanks to you! I honestly would’ve dressed up as a ghost otherwise.”

“Is that... bad?” Calypso asks innocently.

You laugh. “It’s lazy. She’s saying she would’ve grabbed a white sheet, cut two circles where the eyes are and throw it on.”

“Oh,” the former goddess grins. “I think I like that concept, it sounds funny.”

“It looks funny,” you look at her. “Would you like to be one?”

“I don’t know, will people think I’m being lazy?”

“I think it’d be extraordinary to see you as a ghost, is an unlikely costume, right Pipes?”

Piper turns away from the mirror to give Calypso an encouraging thumbs up with a big smile. It takes your breath away to see just how pretty she is without even trying.

You also feel a little self-aware about your own costume, having decided to go for the funny-spooky look instead of fashionable, or downright scary. But hey, that’s who you are, so it still has some kind of beauty.

“Hmmm,” Calypso grabs the notebook and starts sketching her idea, it starts pretty simple at first, but then she adds a tail and two small cute ears, and she smiles at it fondly. “There, now it’s more creative.”

Piper approaches and looks at the drawing for a second. “You’re a ghost-cat?”

“Yes. Is it funny?”

“Yeah,” Piper admits. “So it’s unexpected, but then the afterthought is like ‘Oh, of course Calypso would choose that!’, and you came up with it so quickly, that’s cool.”

Calypso blushed a little, flattered by the honesty in Piper’s compliments. “You guys helped, in more ways than you think,” she looks at you. “Really.”

You smile a little without saying anything, you know she means all the times you’ve helped her understand the new world, and how patient all of you are when having to explain jokes, or traditions. She’s grateful to have you in her life, and you’re happy she’s found a place where to feel welcomed.

“Okay, so we should get to work!” You say at last, grabbing the notebook and pointing at Piper. “Get me a bedsheet and a pair of cat ears, I’m sure Leo must have some lying around—”

“What are you doing?” Calypso frowned.

“We’re making your costume together!”

“But—”

“No buts, you must be exhausted,” Piper raised a brow. “You’ve sewn about twenty costumes all week! Aren’t your hands in pain?”

“It feels more like muscle memory at this point,” she shrugs. “I’m used to sewing all the time— hadn’t done it in a while, though, but I still have it in me.”

“Well, be as it may, we wanna help, we’ve got nothing else to do and we already saw all the fair’s stands and tasted all the food.”

“This won’t take long anyway,” Piper added. “So we could finish on time to see the movie they’re projecting in the forum.”

“Is it a horror movie?” Calypso asks in curiosity.

“It’s family friendly,” you quickly respond to ease her. “I think we’re watching Halloweentown.”

“That’s a good one,” Piper nods. “Nothing too terribly, Cal, we promise.”

The girl is finally convinced and you quickly start the making of the ghost-cat. It takes less than an hour having the three of you working side by side, and when it’s done you look at it proudly, and most of all happy to be so close to the party.

#Danny's writing #halloween fic #halloween verse #halloweek 2022 #pjo fanfic #hoo imagine

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dingusfreakhxrrington · 2 years

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Halloweentown icon pack. All 200 icons can be found here.

textures - mine & pevtonsawyers

texture resource credits - vecteezy, unsplash

each icon comes in various different colours but feel free to save them and alter the colours if you want

like, comment and/or reblog if you save

#layouts #account layouts #layout #profile layout #icons #halloween icons #halloweentown icons #halloweentown #icon pack

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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Lineage Challenge Day 6: Ask Game

hosted by @kathrynalicemc

Canon or Fiction? Where did the family name come from? What was your inspiration and who was the first OC you created for it?

Well, to start with, the first family member I made was Carewyn Cromwell, who was also my first MC, period.

At the time, her surname had been chosen as an homage to the character Aggie Cromwell from the Disney Channel Original Movie Halloweentown, which was one of my favorite witch-centric movies growing up.

Not long after first creating Carewyn, her brother Jacob, and her mother Lane, I found out the name “Cromwell” was a better choice than I’d initially realized. Not only did Lane follow Aggie’s daughter Gwen’s example and give up magic to live in the Muggle world, but Cromwell is a very old name in real-life Britain, making it so that one could have plenty of questions about just how “pure” of blood the Cromwell Clan really is. The name also means “crooked stream,” which actually really suits a family this dysfunctional. Several members of the Cromwell Clan have names belonging to family members of mine -- “Isabelle” is my maternal great-grandmother’s name; “Charles” is my actual (much nicer!) maternal grandfather’s name; “Marilyn” is the name of both my paternal grandmother and both a great-aunt and a cousin on my mother’s side; and “Lane” is both my mother and my favorite aunt's middle name, and likely a lost family surname before that! Several people I’ve known helped inspire several of these characters’ personalities themselves too, even if most of them were infinitely nicer and less disturbed people -- Marilyn Cromwell’s inspiration were the stories my mum would tell me about my maternal grandmother; Blaise’s possessiveness was largely inspired by the mother of a friend of mine; Claire’s “put a happy face on things” attitude is very akin to how my paternal grandmother sometimes behaves; my version of Jacob is largely inspired by my maternal uncle; and Lane overall is a fusion of my mum, stepmum, and aunt.

Family Ties: What other families are related/connected to this one? Are they Canon families or creator-made families?

The Cromwells have known family tree links to the Dupont, Yaxley, Fudge, Bulstrode, and Selwyn families. They are also distantly related to all Muggle Cromwells, though all members of the Clan would vehemently deny this.

Foundations: What year and which OC was the founder of the family line? If the family goes back hundreds of years and you don’t know the first member, tell us about the oldest OC in the family you have created.

The Cromwell Clan is old enough that there’s a lot of disagreement about when they first appeared in Britain, largely because it’s unclear about whether the first Cromwell to appear in Britain was magical at all and was in fact an ancestor of these Cromwells. The first known member of what would become the Cromwell Clan in magical British records is Pendragon Cromwell, a wizard from the 14th century who spoke before the Wizard Council on behalf of Nicholas Malfoy, who had been accused of killing his Muggle tenants and then disguising their deaths as a result of the Black Death.

Pendragon Cromwell’s backstory is largely clouded by myth at this point, due to how little documentation of him has survived...but he is constantly drawn with the “trademark” Cromwell Blue eyes, which prompts many to believe he was either a Seer, a Legilimens, or both. Legend says that many of the Cromwells born with these eyes ended up inheriting one of these rare talents, though one can surmise from recent history that there were plenty who didn’t, such as Pearl, Claire, Blaise, and all of their children.

Fun Facts: Do you have any misc lore you have that you haven’t had a chance to post about? Talk about anything you like!

All of Charles’s children have single-syllable names that represent the element directly opposed to the one associated with their Hogwarts house! It all started with me choosing to name Carewyn’s mum Lane, and then the idea branched out:

Lane ~ Ravenclaw (air) ~ name means “narrow road”

Claire ~ Hufflepuff (earth) ~ name means “clear” or “bright”

Pearl ~ Gryffindor (fire) ~ name of a gem commonly found under the sea

Blaise ~ Slytherin (water) ~ respelling of the word “blaze”

I also personally imagined that Blaise Cromwell knew Blaise Zabini’s mother at school and she named her son with her old school associate in mind. 😏

Free Space: Feel free to ask any creator a question not listed here and maybe you will get one in return! ❤️🖤

#lineage challenge #hphm #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #blaise cromwell #charles cromwell #marilyn cromwell #pearl cromwell #claire cromwell #personal

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