#halloween thots

[angelatsumu]

happy halloween <3 ft. simon <3

your husband simon has never been the type to enjoy costumes and "crossplaying"--he misunderstood the term cosplay and argues with you when you correct him--but seeing your face light up when you suggested he be the Darth Vader to your Padme made him cave. every year is the same, truly. you scroll on Pinterest and find a "cute couple costume babyyyy" and you pout up at him, and suddenly he's dressed as some goddamned masked character from a show or movie he'd never seen. last year--through teary eyes and cunt full of cock--you asked him to be the Iron Man to your Pepper Pots. through the haze of his desire he'd mumbled an agreement. this year you were so kind as to ask him before he'd been balls deep inside of you. your look was just the same, bashful and full of wonder. your husband would give you a kidney, so of course he doesn't draw the line here.

so, here you were on Halloween night seated on your silly little porch waiting for trick-or-treaters. he's fingering through the buckets of candy in search of another sour one when you swat his hand away, eyes glaring at him. he gruffs at you, muttering like a damn child while he places them down and steps away. "this is silly," he comments mostly to himself, thinking about how easily he lets his sweet little wife boss him around during this time of year. you're beaming though, and he can't help but feel his heart strings tugged when he catches a glimpse of you happily rearranging your costume as trick-or-treaters approach. you giddily run over to your husband, dragging him to the front of the porch to greet the newcomers.

A pink tint dusts your husband's cheeks as he relishes in the excited gasps and giggles from the children as they grasp at candy and cheer about his costume. he's always been uncomfortable with such innocent attention, but he can't lie about how loved it makes him feel to step into this Pickett fence life with you. the little ones run off with a rushed goodbye, cheering for your husband once more, and Simon pulls you in close to have you place chaste and gentle kisses along his lovely costumed face.

likes + rbs appreciated <3

#soft fic rec #simon riley fic #simon riley x reader #simon riley hcs #simon riley fluff #simon riley headcanons #pup’s thots #cod mw2 headcanons #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost drabble #ghost headcanons #ghost hc #halloween!fic #husband!simon #ghost fluff #simon ghost riley hcs #simon ghost riley fluff

[becca-e-barnes]

It's been 3 weeks since I first starting thinking about this but I just can't shift the thought of making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you so I'm gonna talk about it

But I really do mean "making" him cum inside you.

Like both hands on his neck while you ride him, watching him turn into the most beautiful mess, succumbing to pleasure he's not quite used to.

He's not used to it because he'd always worn a condom up until that point. Maybe he didn't think it could feel all that different but now that he's inside you, losing himself in how slick and soft you are, it's like nothing he's ever felt before.

"O-oh God, no." He whines, his hips rising off the bed to press every inch into you. His eyes have been closed almost the entire time you've been on top of him because he swears if he looks at you for too long, he's going to cum a lot faster than he wants to.

"Are you okay?" You ask softly, moving one hand from his neck to cup his cheek but he takes your wrist and clamps your hand back down on his throat.

"So good." He groans, whimpering each time you slide down on his length. There's almost a relief in this for him but it's a relief he didn't know he needed. He didn't think he would crave this as badly as he does but he knows he'll probably never want to use a condom again.

"Fuck..." He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, little beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "Fuck, you need to stop. I'm gonna cum."

Arousal twists in your stomach, hearing he's lost himself in this so quickly. It's beyond rewarding, knowing he just can't bring himself to last any longer but you don't let yourself dwell on how it's quite a strange thing to be flattered by.

"No, you're gonna cum inside me." You readjust your grip on his neck and you watch the way his brow furrows, desperate to hold off his orgasm.

"Babe, no. Fuck, I gotta pull out." Despite what he's saying, his hands grip the meat of your hips, helping you work yourself on his length.

If he really wanted to, he's more than strong enough to shift you off him. He could push you back onto the bed with one hand. Half of his brain tells him he should but the other half tells him not to.

The latter half is dangerous. That half tells him you'd be a fantastic mother. It tells him you'd look so pretty with your tummy swelling with his baby. It tells him that this was your plan all along. This is what you want. You know the risk that comes with not letting him pull out.

"Cum inside me." You're adamant, flexing your fingers ever so slightly against his neck, bouncing on him until you feel his release shoot into your body.

"Fine. Oh God, fine. Take it." It's too late anyway and he knows it but seeing you look so damn smug just makes him cum even harder.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #dad's best friend!bucky #dbf!bucky #sub!bucky #subby!bucky #I was gonna write something like this for halloween #but in other news #I got quoted as an academic source in a friend's assignment this week #which I find absolutely hilarious #I'm gonna print her essay out and frame it on my wall #bc I'm a person who knows some niche stuff about boring things #I need to get back to the SHS series #might write some tomorrow morning

[sorrelpaws]

BOO!!! (forty seven injured, three dead)

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #i wanted to draw them wif the halloween colors cause umm i thot itd be silly #i also wanted to draw them getting scared and what better time to draw them getting spooked amirite folkz!!!!! #idk not much to say about this someone just scared the shit outta them #i think realistically rick woudlnt be that jumpy but alsoooo. #im thinking that maybe his years of intergalactic travels or whateva have made him more on edge #and morty well morty is just anxious as hell

[gojo-mochi]

The Halloween event sounds of fun omg!!!

I live for spooky tricks, so let's go with a 👻 for Sukuna 😈😈

(I'm so excited to see what you come up with!!)

A trick? On Sukuna??? Gulp…

It was a simple trick really, snakes in a can. I mean, really, what could go wrong?

“Kunaaaaaa…” You whined, pretending to struggle with the fake can of peanuts. Sukuna looked down at you with a soft sneer, scrunching his nose up at your weak display. “Are you really having trouble with that?” He scoffed at you, if anyone was listening in they would think he was actually annoyed at you. But you knew by the tone in his voice and the fact that he was giving you attention that he cared. 

Especially when he took the can from your hands without a word when you pouted and shaked it at him. He rolls his eyes; “Don’t bother me with trivial shit like this next time, brat.” He doesn’t really mean it, he enjoys having you go to him for help. You had to push down a giggle, watching Sukuna get ready to open the can, easily twisting open the lid and letting loose the fake snakes. They sprang up with a pop of confetti, one even hit Sukuna right in the forehead with a high-pitched squeak.

You doubled over in laughter, the look on Sukuna’s face was priceless, you wished you could have caught the moment in film. You clutch at your stomach as you wheeze out, tears streaming down your cheeks. It was extremely rare for Sukuna to be caught off guard and give you an expression different from his usually grumpy faces (other than the faces he gives you in bed…..). So you relish in the moment, finally having a small victory over your boyfriend. The victory celebration was short-lived however..

As you calmed down from your laughing fit you glance up at Sukuna. Finding him still in the same pose, empty can in hand, a blank expression on his face. You instantly tensed up, “Ku-Kuna?” No reply, he doesn’t even seem to be breathing at this point. You nervously shuffle up to him, poking his cheek. “Kun-AHHHH!” You screamed as he whipped his head around and grabbed your wrist and pulled you in close by the hips. Your nose bumping into each other, your heart thumping at the quickness of it all. 

Sukuna still didn’t say a word, just looking down at you with an indiscernible emotion swirling underneath. He leaned in forward just a bit, and you thought it was aiming for a kiss so you tilt your own head up to meet with his lips. Only for Sukuna to rub the bridges of your noses together, almost like a gentle nuzzle, his breath fans out over your cheek hotly. His hand squeezes your hips once, twice, as he trails wet kisses down to the shell of your ear. Keeping it there for a while. “Kuna, can you say something? You’re scaring me?” Your voice wavered a bit at the end, you weren’t expecting such a soft display of affection after this prank, which made everything all the more terrifying. This time, you hear a deep rumbling laugh in return, Sukuna hand ghosting around to your back and pushing you in closer to his body. 

“That was a nice trick, brat..’

“Do you enjoy having things shootout on people’s faces by surprise? Hmm, well?”

“...Because I can easily arrange that for you, go put on the blindfold for me and I’ll show you how a real trick is done.”

#sukuna x reader #softy halloween #gojo-thot-patrol #totally not screaming at seeing you in my inbox again omFDSFK dsfadsf hi uh hi i love your writing as you prob already know KHBDFKDSLF #thank you for the request!! i think this was my first sukuna actually omfg #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy write #what does sukuna do to you after you put on the blind fold... well... :)

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

Halloween at Dio's thot mansion!

Kids showing up dressed as vampires or zombies end up recruited in Dio's army of darkness.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #this wasn't planned but I had a last minute idea #used an old style experiment comic as reference #stardust crusaders #halloween #dio's thot manor #dio brando #terrence d'arby #lolo original art #jojo meme #jojo comic

[poisonne]

Kwesatz HadderASS am I right

#muad'DAAAMMMNNN #cosplay #Dune #Dune cosplay #cosplayer #dune 2021 #dune movie #dune part 2 #halloween #slutty costume #thots

[thetriumphantpanda]

If I said the words Marcus Pike. Halloween Office Party. Plus size reader (To be completely self-indulgent), and office desk fucking, would you guys be into it?

#panda muses #I wasn't going to do a halloween fic but the thots have thotted

[gypssai]

Halloween is almost here 💞

#aesthetic #art #beauty #books & libraries #fashion #curvy hips #curvy body #curvy model #influencer #just some thots #thots #curvybeauty #curvy and cute #influenster #adult model #alt model #site model girls #modelshoot #halloween #costume

[rottencore]

i got new neopets recently asdkfj meet kokifo and sthufy :3

#i had a halloween pb i was excited #im trying to get all hissis #sthufy is technically an ice hissi cuz i wanted the breed change but someday ill paint him truly pb #i thot the name was cutes

[attroxx]

you guys know the feeling when there is a franchise you love but one movie ( or maybe more ) is so bad it makes you angry? yeah.

#〈 ooc. ★ 〉 #random thots while im at work #thinking about ‘halloween ends’ and having a stroke #i hate that movie so much #my bby boy michael….

[mrsoharaa]

Oh...

Stalker (Predator) Arachnoid! Miguel x reader...

#thoughts are thoting rn #dark thots #dark spicy thots #'':l #miguel o’hara x reader #halloween smut #spooktober #spiderverse

[anxiouspineapple99]

Howl

In the darkness of night, the sound of padded paws pounded across the cold earth, running after the scent of prey. The heavy beat of the feet striking the ground, the claws sinking into the soil, splashing across a shallow stream and then leaping the main body of water to land on the other side smoothly were the only sounds nearby. The foot beats stopped suddenly, a scent on the wind capturing the attention of the wolf, arresting his flight as he halted to find the direction of the smell. His mighty head turned, his sharp glowing brown eyes reflecting the light of the silver moon. Two perfectly shaped black ears flicked, tracking and identifying any small sounds. The breeze carried the scent to him again… . Prey and hunger completely forgotten, he turned to follow the wind, homing in on the whiff of spicy flowered perfume on the air; it called to him like a siren.

He ran through more gullies and over two more hills, all senses on alert to narrow down his search. In the valley between the last hill and another, he stopped, padding to a halt and standing quietly. The scent was near; he felt the bearer would appear any second. Sure enough, a silhouette took shape, as a lean, blue eyed female trotted softly to the crest of the short rise.

Her body was streamlined for speed and strength, her triangular white tipped ears pricked to listen to the sounds of the forest. She stopped quite suddenly, her head turning side to side, trying to locate what she sensed was near. For a brief moment, she’d caught a whiff of something on the wind, and was puzzling it out. Her beautiful dark brown coat was smooth and yet fluffy, with a puffy full tail lying quietly behind her. There were gold and silver accents to her fur, and in the moonlight she almost glittered like a jewel. A small breeze stirred, bringing new smells from the small valley below to her sharp nose, and her gaze immediately fixed on the black shape sitting quietly below her.

The fetching female stared at the handsome black wolf, standing briefly, her paws dancing slightly beneath her, before she sat back down with a soft yip, her puffed tail settling beside her haunches. The male stood and walked to her slowly, carefully taking in her sight and smell as he made his way up the short hill to her. His head and ears lowered, tail raised to about half mast, he moved past her, taking her in as he moved in a circle about her. Her head followed him as he made his circuit, her bright blue eyes following him in the dark. The dark male carefully moved in closer to sniff at her haunches; the spicy floral scent was hers, after all. Having ascertained her identification, he approached her face on, sniffing at her full collar of soft fur, then sitting in front of her, curling his own tail to his side. The two gazed at each other in silence under the full October moon.

After what seemed like a long time, the female stood and turned to look back at the dark male, as if asking him to follow. He also stood, his eyes watching as she trotted off into the darkness of the woods, her poofed, white tipped tail raised high like a muted flag for him to chase. The black wolf trotted after her, watching her melt into the treeline; he could see her tail but he was following her rich scent; he would know that smell now anywhere.

Knowing he was following, the female glanced back once and then took off at a gallop, breezing into the darkness of the woods and weaving between trees. She’d heard a little huff of surprise behind her when she took off, but she could hear his heavy paw beats following, and knew he was still with her. She ran faster, outpacing him some, glorying at the feel of the wind whipping past her fur. She heard a little growl of annoyance behind, and knew he was working to keep up with her. Her pink tongue lolled out in a triumphant toothy grin, as she streaked through the dark forest, leading him to Maker knew where. He would follow though; there was something intoxicating about her that made him stick to her trail like a burr.

She came to a large stream, lit and sparkling like diamonds before them as it wound through the trees like a pale grey ribbon. The she-wolf sped up, bunched her muscles and leapt the stream in one bounding stride, landing lightly on the other side and continuing her sprint to the other stand of trees. The black male slowed, a little more hesitant about leaping the wide channel, but did his best to clear the water as gracefully as she had. He landed just shy of the shore with a resounding splash. He climbed out of the water a little shamefacedly, shaking out his fur quickly and hoping she hadn’t seen that. He heard a soft chuff from just inside the tree line and saw two luminescent blue eyes dancing with laughter gazing back at him. Ducking his head slightly in embarrassment, he gave a short bark of annoyance and took off like a shot to follow her. She whirled away, back to leading him on the mystery path.

She ran a bit longer, and over the trees the male wolf caught the soft smoky scent of a home, dim lights glowing in the distance. He wondered where she was leading him, whether they would be safe in the company of humans? He had no idea what to expect, but he instinctively knew he could trust the beautiful she wolf. He saw her gait slow to a trot and she turned her head back to him, waiting for him to catch up. When he got to her side, he gazed at the small log cabin sitting quietly in the small pasture, the light pouring from the windows inviting and warm. The two wolves sat side by side for a moment, merely watching the smoke rise from the stone chimney, their eyes reflecting back the light in little sparks and flashes. After minutes passed, the female glanced over at the black wolf, stood and walked to the cabin door.

The door was cracked open, not latched. She nosed it fully open so she could walk inside, her paws placed so softly she moved silently. Her nose pulled at the scents, finding nothing but the old aroma of humans, long gone. She heard a soft creak of the floor boards and knew that the male had followed her into the small house. Turning back she made eye contact, and whuffed softly to indicate they were all clear. The black wolf curled his body back to shove the door shut, and then padded over to her.

Closing in on her, he lightly ran his muzzle beside hers, passing down the lines of her body, stopping to sniff her cute butt carefully, then moving to come back. She wagged her tail and watched him as he took in her smell, a smile on her face as her tongue lolled out, knowing he found her enticing. The male carefully nuzzled at her, pressing his weight into her soft silky fur and licking at her face, her ears, as she closed her eyes and allowed his affection. He growled softly and pressed her to the floor with his weight, chuffing a little in a chuckle as she rolled to her side, her paws up and a happy grin on her face. He buried his snout in her neck fir, nudging at her and wagging his tail excitedly, finally lying down facing her, his black muzzle on the floor before her. His deep brown eyes bore an expression of soft love, and he crawled even closer to her, snugging his body next to her.

The two lay huddled next to each other, taking turns licking and sniffing at each other, the warm fire crackling in the hearth. After some time passed, their fur faded, their forms elongated and both wolves took on a human form, lying naked and snuggled together. The black furred male was now a handsome, tanned, black haired man, his rich brown eyes staring back into the blue eyes of the woman before him. Her face was surrounded by lush brown curls, the sparkles of gold and silver within the mane shining with the fire light, her long, lean body pulled closely to his own, warm and welcoming.

She smiled softy at the man, and murmured, “Hello you.”

He smiled back at her and answered in his low, rich baritone, “Hello.”

“Fancy meeting you in the woods, this crisp Halloween night.” She smirked at him, showing a single dimple. She felt his hand tentatively touch her hip, running up her side to her arm, then moving slowly back down to graze her thigh.

“What’s ’Halloween’, General?,” he murmured back to her, his smile one of ironic curiosity. She loved bringing up mysterious Earth colloquialisms, and they always had to ask for explanations.

“It’s the one night of the year when the veil between the living and dead is so thin, the dead can pass freely and walk among the living. And ghouls and monsters are free to roam,” she explained patiently, her own hand extending to run her fingers lightly up his muscled chest.

“I see…so you’re saying that’s why we were running around tonight, in wolf form?” His hand gently explored beneath her arm, brushing past her breast, the thumb tracing softly over the nipple, making it rise and stiffen at his touch.

“You tell me. Is this a dream, or is this real?,” she whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly to touch his lips with her own. He inhaled rather sharply at her soft contact, but kissed her back eagerly. He suddenly pulled his body as closely to hers as he could get, rolling her onto her back as he gently rested part of his weight across her, keeping one hand free for exploration and caresses. His hand traveled down her abdomen, to the shallow trough at the top of her groin, then further south as his fingers teased their way between her thighs.

“I’m not sure if this is a dream…give me a bit longer to decide,” he murmured in her ear, reaching forward to nibble at it lightly. She shuddered in response, her breath coming out in something of a giggle and squeak. Her response made her shift her position, her legs opening to brace herself against the tickle of his bite. He took full advantage, his fingers ghosting over her warm, wet center carefully, and he smiled to himself as she replied with a low moan of need. He carefully drifted the tips of his fingers through her moisture, then slowly inserted one finger inside of her, feeling her arch against him, welcoming his touch within her. Moving his thumb higher, he made gentle, assertive circles around her clit, feeling her body tremble with arousal.

Her head went back as she raised her chin, taking in a breath of air like a racer trying to recover. Her voice came out in a strangled growl as he slipped another finger inside, slowly but surely thrusting them, hooking them slightly to rub on the soft, spongy node that would send her over the edge. Primer couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to his touch, and he bent his head to kiss along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone, his soft lips ghosting along the depression made beneath the bone. He loved the little noises she made when he gave her pleasure. He loved touching her, taking in her spicy floral scent as well as her light musk of arousal. Primer continued to circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure, feeling her sex engorging at his stimulation, readying itself for a climax. Drawing himself further down on her body, he gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud and feeling her hands move up the side of his face to drag her fingers through his black hair. He could feel her tremble as her orgasm drew closer, and he increased the pressure on her G spot with the pads of his fingers, tapping at it lightly then almost pulling at it, both watching and listening to her response for cues to success at his work.

“Come on Lara, come for me,” he said with a low, somewhat gravelly order. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.” His kisses traveled down her torso, over her abdomen, until he was nestled between her thighs, one hand on her lower abdomen, the other working to give her pleasure and bring her to the edge. He took a moment to admire the view, sighing in contentment at her silky folds. “You’re so beautiful, Lara. So wet for me, so ready for this. Let me kiss you and you can come on my face and my fingers.”

Lara made brief eye contact with him, nodding breathlessly, her head rocking back as he bent to kiss her, pulling her clit softly between his lips. She gasped as his tongue ever so gently rasped over the surface of her sensitive nub, and moaned as he sucked harder, his goatee tickling her skin lightly as he buried his face in her center. She felt him remove his fingers for a brief moment, as he ran his tongue lightly through her folds, tasting her excitement, moaning slightly at her exquisite flavor. Her back arched as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting it deeply within her, lapping up her juice like it was the water of life.

“God, Primer, you’re absolutely sending me tonight!,” she groaned. He responded with a light chuckle against her clit, the vibrations suddenly causing her to spill over the cusp of her climax. He felt her body clench on his fingers, as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, the contractions of her walls squeezing and caressing him as her moisture increased.

Primer worked to catch it all, lapping at her gently, working to not overstimulate her. He sat up on one elbow, watching as Lara fought to catch her breath, her chest heaving softly. “Maker, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said watching her hungrily. He wiped at his face quickly, moving back up to kiss her, the tang of her arousal on his tongue.

Their kiss was soft but passionate, long and loving. Had an observer seen the pair, they’d have known instantly the two were deeply fond of each other, if not completely, wholly enamored. Lara’s hands traced down Primer’s sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin, feeling the definition of ribs beneath the surface, passing finally over his strong hips and grasping lightly at his tight glutes. One hand splayed open over an exquisitely shaped bun, the other reached beneath him to grasp his hard, erect shaft, sliding down its length to graze over the silky head. Primer gave a little grunt that elongated into a needful sigh, his hips pushing into her hand the tiniest fraction, indicating how badly he wanted her touch. She gave him a couple of slow, tantalizing pumps while they kissed, a small growl escaping her throat as Primer lightly bit her lower lip, pulling at it and letting it go with a small pop. Lara thumbed the moisture of his precum over the tip of his swollen shaft, feeling the slickness and knowing what he wanted to do without even asking.

Primer sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips softly and tugging her to a kneeling position on all fours. He smiled softly at the view before him of her muscled back, her tight little backside on display, her sex open for him. He ran a hand gently up the skin of her back, reveling in the silky texture as he brought it back to grasp her hips. Primer leaned over her, kissing up the terrain to the back of her neck, reaching up to brush her curls out of the way. His tip dragged through her warm wet folds and he felt her tense slightly, then lean into him, her need for him obvious. He reached back, grasping himself to guide his cock into her, slowly giving her the tip, then when he felt her relax, he pushed in, sheathing his cock in her depths. He felt Lara push back against him, welcoming him, lowering her upper torso to the floor like a stretching wolf.

Primer started to thrust, pulling himself back to near half removal, then heaving forward gently, savoring the feel of every centimeter of contact with her walls. He held her hips to himself firmly, his movement getting stronger and faster over time. The clone closed his eyes in satisfaction at the feel of her tight, warm sex as he rode her, the frenulum of his cock rubbing her in just the right spot even as his width stretched her deliciously. He heard her moan as she responded to him with her body, reaching her own hand back to stimulate herself, as his action started to send tremors through her. Primer was thrusting hard enough now that his balls were slapping against her hand and she removed it to let his own power bring her to a climax.

Primer’s voice growled lowly as he pounded her from behind. “Can you give me more than one, Lara? I want to face you, too. I want to come in you, take you like this, and then do it again, so I can see your face as I make you come again.”

“Anything for you, Primer. I want you however you want to take me,” she gasped back at him. “But you better hurry, because I’m about to fall to pieces on you.” Her voice came out in a rather choked sob, the way he filled her making her insides throb.

“Good, shatter on me then, come on my cock. I want to feel you.” He thrust into her somewhat more slowly, ending the action with a strong smack of his hips and balls on her thighs and clit. He felt Lara tense, her body suddenly clenching around him, enveloping his shaft in a tight embrace as she gave out a low growl that became something more of a roar. Her sounds sent him over the edge and he sucked in a breath of air, feeling the surge of his orgasm start in his balls, rushing forward to spill into her in hot pearlescent ropes. He gave her a few more tender thrusts as he laid himself over her back, his hands reaching forward to cup her breasts as he murmured to her, wanting a kiss. Lara turned her head back to him, meeting his lips with her own, her action tightening her body’s grip on his cock still inside of her. He moaned softly into her kiss, savoring the feel of her before pulling out.

Primer’s hands gently guided her to lay down, cuddling her to him as he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, down her neck. Maker, he could fuck her until he died. It was hard for him to put words to how he actually felt about her, how completely she dominated his world. He’d served by her side for years, followed her into the mud and blood and dirt, protected her, obeyed her, advised her, dreamed of her. The day she’d finally given in to their mutual need for each other, he’d felt he could never top the primal need for her body. But he’d been wrong. Chasing her through the woods on four legs, both tasting and smelling her scent, feeling her soft fur - if she’d given him half the chance he’d have taken her in wolf form. All the same, there was nothing about Lara that didn’t drive him mad with need and want. There was nothing he couldn’t imagine doing that wouldn’t end in the feeling of completion, of bonding with her at some molecular level that he couldn’t even wrap his mind around.

They both lay together, hands exploring lovingly, thumbs gently flicking at stiff nipples, feeling them snap back into place in response to their passing. They kissed each other like one or both of them was headed to the gallows, a desperate, almost frantic snogging that only drove them to higher levels of arousal. It didn’t take long for Primer to get hard again, and he rather assertively mounted her, guiding himself into her with an emphatic shove that buried himself into her slick pussy once more. He let out a long sigh and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Telperion Laurelin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her face. “You’re never just Lara to me. You’re so much more… you’re my whole soul, the fire that drives me. I’d follow you into hell and fight every devil that tried to touch you.”

Lara laughed softly, a little smile of humor on her face beneath him. Primer’s eyes flashed open and he pulled back slightly, looking at her with a touch of betrayal. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you, Primer. Completely,” she said with her soft drawling accent. “That was just so lyrical and…poetic. And appropo for Halloween. I bet we could wrangle up a few devils if you want to demonstrate…,” she said with a snicker.

“Here I am, professing my love for you, and you’re laughing at me!,” his voice deeply disgruntled.

Lara reached up to kiss him and he jerked back so she couldn’t catch his lips, his eyebrow arched in a snarky look. He shifted his weight and pulled out of her almost completely, stopping at her cry of surprise and dismay. She moved to grab him with her hands and he moved just as quickly to pin her arms by her side, smiling now with a naughty gleam in his eye. “Laugh at me will you?,” he said with a snarl.

“Dont be like that! Come on Primer you can’t promise me the prize and then snatch it away from me!,” her tone petulant and annoyed. He simply gazed back at her, pushing his cock back in only an inch at a time, teasing her with the thought of him filling her up but making her wait now. Her gaze softened and she stopped struggling, staring into his warm brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you, Primer. You’re the very fuel I live on. The fire to my coal, the steam to my power plant. Now I need you to pile drive my pistons and send this little rocket into orbit.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth, waiting to see his response.

After a moment of absorbing her utter nonsense, Primer shook his head, his shaggy top length of hair flopping slightly. He leaned down and kissed her for a long moment, delicately, then pulled away to stare in her eyes with his own narrowed. “On second thought, just be quiet and let me fuck you until there’s no room in your brain for silly garbage like that. I’m half surprised something like, ‘give me your bald headed yogurt slimer’ didn’t just come out of that pretty mouth,” he finished as she cackled with laughter.

“I’ll have to remember that one!,” she giggled. “Assault my pink palace, Sir Knight of the Summer Sausage.”

“Okay is that a big sausage or a little one? I’m trying to decide if I should be offended,” he asked, giving her a couple of thoughtful thrusts.

“Oh for you? Huge, of course,” she said with a little wink. “The compliments will get better the harder you give it to me.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a small growl. Primer started to take his assignment seriously, riding her hard, reaching for a place so deeply within her he hoped it rearranged her insides. He was cheered on by her moans and sighs, the way she arched her back, the pink flush that crept up her neck to her cheeks as he pleasured her body. Reaching back he pulled a leg over his shoulder and ran his hand down the back of her thigh, tracing along her backside to where they were joined. His fingers grazed over the feel of his slick cock thrusting into her wet sex, then trailed back to her other entrance, touching her softly, feeling her suddenly contract in surprise at his touch. “You like that?,” he asked her gruffly, the rough voice of the wolf peeking through.

Lara nodded her head jerkily, savoring the feel of his rough fingers over her opening. She arched as he pushed a finger in gently, advancing to the second knuckle, then burying it to his hand, thrusting it in and out even as he did. “Fuck, Primer!,” she cried out. She gasped as her body suddenly bucked, her orgasm rocketing through her unexpectedly, her hands grabbing, clawing at his back as she fought to meld their bodies into one. Her powerful climax caught him by surprise and sent him over the edge, slamming his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling his own finish grip him powerfully by the balls as everything clenched, spilling himself inside of her with a cry.

He rocked her with a few more thrusts, relishing the warm, wet feel of her pussy still spasming lightly around his cock, pleased that he’d filled her up with his cum. He slowly pushed into her one more time, then bent down to kiss her once more, before collapsing by her side. She rolled to face him, letting him pull her closer to share their warmth. They laid staring into each other’s eyes, sharing each other’s breath, while Primer gently caressed her, nuzzling her like a wolf would its mate.

Lara sighed, accepting his touch, closing her eyes at the feeling of contentment at his care. “It’s the wee hours of the morning. We have one last thing to do before the veil closes.”

“What’s that,” he murmured.

Smiling, she sat up and rose to all fours, unconcerned about his juices leaking down her inner thighs. She looked into his eyes brightly, and he saw her change come over her, her soft, silky fur returning as she resumed her wolf form. Primer sat up and followed suit. The two padded to the door of the cabin, nudging it open with their noses, then broke into a lope into the dark woods. Primer followed her once again, her scent now fully mingled with his. She ran and ran, as if it was a joy to her, streaking through the underbrush like there were no barriers. Eventually she came to a promontory overlooking a glittering lake, slowing to a trot, then stopped to sit near the edge. The full moon of Halloween was lower in the sky, but still bright enough to illuminate the terrain below them. Her puffy tail tucked next to her haunches, her bright blue eyes turned to Primer’s rich brown set. Giving him a toothy wolf grin, Lara suddenly threw her head back and let out a beautiful, silvery howl.

Primer watched her for a moment, dropping to sit on his haunches next to her, listening to her mellow alto voice echo across the lake, rippling across the tree tops beyond. He heard an answering whinny from down below as a herd of horses challenged, the stallion letting the wolf know not to come near. Primer marveled at her beauty, even as a wolf she was so stunning she made his heart ache. Panting softly and chuffing, he suddenly raised his muzzle in the air and let out a howl with her, their voices mingling in the night air, their breath misting before them in the chilly darkness.

As the veil started to close on the night of All Hallows Eve, the ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and myriad of beasts and monsters moved back to their respective homes. The trick or treaters were long settled in their beds, dreaming ghostly dreams of skeletons, witches and werewolves. Lara and Primer sat side by side on the promontory listening to the cries and calls of the night, adding their voices to the chorus. When the barest hint of the new dawn licked at the sky, the two wolves turned and slipped into the woods, trotting happily into the receding darkness. The dawn would find their true forms huddled together on the thick, deeply piled rug before her couch, sleeping peacefully with Primer’s arms wrapped protectively around her. It would never matter what form the two lovers took, he would always be there to protect her, follow her on any adventure, or lay down his life for hers. The memory of their vocal harmony echoed in his mind, his eyes finally opening at the brightness of the day to the sound of a final, echoing howl.

“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” - Curt Siodmak, The Wolf Man (1941)

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[poisonpeche]

Ahhhhh I had a sexy lil dream about scare actor levi and it was just great 🥰 specifically when you wrote about seeing him walking slowly to you frame by frame in strobe lights - and then it became like a game of hide and seek, but everything was heightened because it’s a haunted house and he was dressed up with a chainsaw prop so the thrill was 👌🏼

A sexy lil’ dream about scare actor Levi what a fuckin’ trick AND treat, Nonnie.

First of all, love that for you. Secondly, I too have an overactive imagination and have him in my thots daily.

Let’s share a new nightmare dream together, shall we? 👻

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Paranormal Activity Part II | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: Scare Actor Levi chases you in a haunted house with the star of the show, a chainsaw. Or is it…You?

NSFW, MDNI, 18+ ONLY - TW: Role Playing, Mutual Masturbation, Light Spanking, Degradation if you squint, Temperature Play, Fake Blood & Gore, Spooky Themes. Turns out you two have a kink for Exhibitionism in Haunted Houses.

Read Part I

The grime of his pitch black makeup smears down his high cheeks and cut jaw.

Eyes as sharp and silver as a dagger in the night darting around every corner for you…

“Where are youuu, sweetheart?” He sing songs in a mocking timbre with a gentle rev of the chainsaw’s engine.

You’d whimper, but he’d find you all too easily.

Another game to your arsenal. Levi’s Game.

A crimson glow drips down the walls in a thick haze like blood, a fitting scene for the maze you’re panting through. Hair whipping as you twist your neck around with eyes wide. As you turn away from the only light source down a deep entrance, your fingers run over the battered and bruised wood of the hallway. You desperately search for something to hold onto as your sight strains against the dark void.

Tips extended wide and futile, you brush over something smooth to the touch yet hard. And warm.

“Hah! I found you, you sicko - you lost!”

A sliced neck greets you with entrails unfurling in waves and you nearly fall to the ground as a blaring horn is triggered with a flash. A decapitated figure suspended and tragic looms over you and you absolutely hate that he nearly got you.

A snicker, brutal and seductive floats through air and down your spine. It’s him. He feels near and far away like an entity. Like a ghost.

“What else would those gorgeous legs do, but lead you right into my trap? As always,” he mocks through a snarl.

You roll your eyes and gather yourself, lunging forward with a scoff. You begin searching for your next hiding place. But why not taunt your predator into madness while you’re at it?

“Hmm very funny,” you jeer, seizing control.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Funny, that you’re convinced they only get me into trouble. When they seem to only devastate you. Isn’t that right? Levi.”

You’re quite the multitasker as you manage to search for a new hiding place and fatally flirt with him. He lets you pretend to win as he watches your skirt ride up over your thighs while you bend down amidst an earthen set of uprooted trees and cracked stone.

Fuck, if he doesn’t love to watch.

The way the fat of your thighs spill through your fishnets. Another purchase for his girl. The lattice stretching wide against your skin.

He wants to lick you stupid.

But settles for pathetically twitching in his high waisted jeans wrapped so tight around his navel at the sight of you in that pastel pink skater dress. The one with with the high neck and flowing long sleeves against the harsh lines of your stockings and thigh high boots. The one he adores. He’d growl if it wouldn’t give him away.

The contrast of you makes him dizzy, but he can’t lose focus. Not now. Not when you’re within range. His prey.

“The only thing that would devastate me is not getting to taste you in that.”

You cut off your own whimper rising in your throat. But he hears. He always hears.

“Bet you’re wet for me right now aren’t you, sweetheart?”

This time you can’t stop the whine. And he laughs as your crouched thighs begin to tremble against the heel of your boots.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reaches down for you through the swirls of fog and you bolt right before he can have you.

His fingerless glove clad hand recoils and he snarls with a rip of the chainsaw, piercing the air and it has your blood rushing as you run.

And he just manages to smack your ass with the taught leather as he struggles to catch you.

The sting rushing to your skin as your skirt flutters like butterfly wings with a nocturnal beast gnashing at your tail.

“Give me what I want before I take it from you.”

You grunt in frustration as you round the corner.

“Lose already, so I can,” he heaves a delighted sigh through an evil grin as he rolls his neck with a shudder, “reward you.”

You gulp down a groan as you weave through a confined space of…hanging corpses. Lifeless bodies strung up and your imagination reels. They feel like they’re writhing against you. Slimy and unmistakably dead as they swing and knock you off your feet until your shockingly stilled. An iron grip around your waist as he plunges out a trap door to you close enough to catch you and devour your neck in a kiss. The heat of the dying chainsaw searing your thigh. Enough to send sparks through you, but not to burn.

He’s pulling you back through the door before you can protest with a tight grip around your wrist as you’re pinned against the wall of the secluded secret room.

He’s buries his sharp nose in the soft skin of your neck, nuzzling deep with a dark inhale of his cologne on your throat has his eyes rolling back. His scent of whiskey, oak, and mulled cider marking you at your own accord and he loses his damn mind.

“What were you thinking, pretty girl?”

You know exactly what he implies. What were you thinking wearing that deliciously femme dress flowing in cascades over your curves against the harsh crisscross pattern choking your legs? To top it all off with a masculine musk that has him seeing stars. His scent.

The way you toy with his expectations of you revs his pulse like the trigger of the chainsaw dangling in between your legs. Pressed against your pussy. Waiting.

“I wasn’t,’’ you whisper against him.

He grins at your submission. So you’ll behave after all.

“I’ll make sure of that,” he promises with every intention to have you fucked dumb.

But how?

He leans in to press sweet kisses into your neck. The dull heat of the chainsaw in between your thighs causes your moan to shiver across his tongue.

He’d laugh if he wasn’t so floored by you.

Taking off his demin jacket and laying it out on the floor beneath you, he softly commands, “Get down.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “On your knees.”

Weak in them already, the short drop to the floor at his feet is a welcome relief. You bask in his presence waiting for more, gripping the backs of his ankles as you peer up at him.

“I know you like this shit,” he revs the trigger with a quick pulse that sends your heart racing, “don’t you?”

Wide-eyed and feigned innocence, you softly nod before him.

“I know you do, baby. Listen to me.”

He cups your jaw with his hand, thumbing your cheek with nothing but devotion. You tremble at his exaltation. He means to comfort you before the final blow.

“Fuck yourself on it.”

He lowers the chainsaw in between your spread knees, pushing the blade in between your parted thighs. The smooth flat ridge of the handle covering the trigger rests inches below your throbbing cunt.

Your answer is in the string of arousal that drips from your spread lips over the trigger of the saw.

Levi’s dark laugh has you squeezing your thighs around the outside of the machine as he sits down in front, facing you with his back against the far wall and legs spread to cage you in with his bent knees at your hips. He’s close enough to see every detail.

He likes to watch after all.

Who are you to deny him a good show?

You splay your palms flat over your plush thighs and inch agonizingly upward, dragging your fingers over your bunched hem in a slow reveal.

With a slide of your finger, the first gift of the night is unwrapped, a black silk garter straining against the fat of your thigh and threatening to spill over.

You swear you can see Levi’s throat bob at your display while he looks on with a hunger that sets you ablaze.

Palming yourself further still, the skirt drapes back to reveal a full set of intricate criss crosses and…What were you fucking thinking?

His heads cocks to the side in shock. Eyes sliding to the center of you to find nothing there. Just your bare pussy drooling through the fishnets. You’re not wearing any panties and he just might die.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Fondness dripping his tone as he reaches up to cup your jaw and you nuzzle against his palm with a kiss to his wrist.

His thumb strokes you under your eye with a tenderness that could break your heart.

You whimper and his eyes turn black.

“M gonna make it all better for you, baby. Do you trust me?”

Your tiny nod has a possessiveness seeping into every one of his thoughts as he reaches for you only to catch one of the loops in the netting and pulls hard.

The rip of the fabric exposes your cunt to the chill of the house, creaking and alive with blares of traps and screams all around you.

As a red light pulses overhead you see him in strobing images, each more beautiful and devastating than the last as he stares at you with pure hunger. His jaw hangs and lips part taking the image of you in.

“Sit. Spread my pussy out for me.”

More drips down your legs at the words.

Obeying, you slot the handle in between your lips as they drape over the sides. The warmth of the saw has you gasping at the contact, but you find yourself getting hard with the heat. Clit swollen and twitching at every movement against the soft sear.

“You can take it, baby,” he hisses through his teeth in awe of you as you relax into his warm voice.

Levi takes your wrists and drapes them around his neck and you soothe yourself with the soft shave of his undercut. You lace your fingers into his dark strands and pull yourself forward to him, riding the handle of the chainsaw. Your shameless moan has him in a daze.

“My perfect girl,” he can still smell himself on you as you buck to him.

The glint and gleam of his piercings against the dull light compete with his eyes only for you lost in the black grime trailing down his cheeks.

He reaches around your hips, grabbing a palm full of your ass. He encourages a deeper slide against the metal and you cry out for him. You’re so wet he can hear every movement you make. The sound of your own slick getting you off in return.

As you look up to Levi he’s unzipping his pants and taking himself out. Pink and aching and horrible.

He strokes himself to you as his head falls back against the black wall with his eyes sitting low as you continue to fuck yourself in front of him.

The leather of his gloves ruined from his weeping head as his bare fingers slide faster with every pump.

Your nipples harden at the sight of him and you pull your neckline down for him to see. The drool pooling on your tongue falls as you salivate, coating your nipple with a whimper. They perk and glisten as Levi’s tongue darts out. He wants to taste, but let’s you work. You deserve to feel so good.

He groans at you. His star.

“Wanna fuck you with my cock, but I wouldn’t get the same view, now would I?”

Your panting picks up and you squeeze your thighs.

“Wouldn’t get to see all of you. How pretty you look…”

He leans in inches from your lips and catches them in a kiss.

A rumble erupts at your core as he pulses the trigger briefly beneath you, keening with your head thrown back. The vibrations of the saw sending your senses into overdrive as you fight to catch your breath. The thrill only mounting.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you? Of course you do. You’re mine.”

He revs it again for a longer pulse as your grind deepens and you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself, gripping his bicep for dear life.

Your cry stifled by the chaos around you, but Levi sees it all unfold. Your parted lips in a scream and he’s already won.

“Lev’ it’s—fuck, so good—I wanna hah,” you beg and plead and it’s only fueling him to break you down to your most basic desires. To fuck and to be fucked. To twist and to writhe, and he’ll just look on and adore you like the art that you are.

“If you want to, don’t look away. Only me. Can you do that, my love?” He groans out on an exhale as he relentlessly works his cock. The flick of his wrist hypnotizing you. Precum smearing and his own thighs begin to shake.

“Don’t ever wanna—mmm—leave you. Never, never. Levi, you’re so, so—fuck, I…I,” you’re breathless, but somehow, “I love you.”

He presses the trigger into overdrive and you’re flying off the edge, tumbling and crashing into him. You can’t hear him say it over the cacophonous noise reverberating off the walls, but you see the tender I love you too flow from his lips with his eyes wide and glassy. The look he gives you could heal you and destroy you.

You want it all.

Your chest hitting his as you’re thrown from the machine crying out his name. You cum hard in waves and the scene brings him there as you shake in his arms. White dripping over his fist as he locks his dark eyes with you.

He promised he’d never look away.

Maybe you’ll learn to catch something as wild and unpredictable as smoke while he sinks into your eyes, spilling all his secrets in his stare.

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Read Part I

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[cornsarts]

Only a matter of time before I inserted my ocs into jojo. Here's Cass and her stand Rabid Child

#sketchy #my ocs #cassiopeia #red #rabid child #jjba #i have. so many thots on this. #this is also so just me oriented im gonna leave it at this fr now #happy halloween

[daedriyth]

CAS Challenge Day 28 - Halloween, but make it thoty

This one took quite a bit of cc hunting. May I present, our gorgon goddess of Halloween Bristol Thot. She aspires to be a social media star, is a glamorous materialistic sugarbaby that loves paparazzi, oh and she also has the self-absorbed trait.

Minus the cc shopping time, this was awesome. Thoughts @pixeledwings ?

Also thank you @astya96cc for the amazing cc in this photo!!

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[randum-famdoms]

Oh look it’s another post I meant to make months ago but then forgot! This is my annual cosplay for Halloween. This year I did Joker from persona 5, in his Dancing Starlight outfit. I painted the shirt by hand, styled the wig (badly, but I did it all in one night the night before Halloween so cut me some slack), and hand sewed the jacket. I never did manage to finish the jacket - I never painted on the chest pocket emblem. But otherwise I think I did pretty great!

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