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not being a vampire is severely holding me back
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black cats in autumn
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Happy first day of September!
Only 3 more Friday before fall!!
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finally spooky szn!
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Halloween/Autumn themes userboxes for you QTs :)
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this has been a psa that if you date me i will steal your flannels
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casting spells and raising hell (self shot)
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Imagine:
It’s the day after Halloween and Erik’s girl decided to make use of an old costume in the back of her closet
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Erik came home to Lil Wayne- Mrs. officer blasting loudly. He shut the front door with a puzzled look on his face, taking off his denim jacket to hang by the door. Walking in further with their dinner in his hand, he noticed that the music was coming from upstairs.
“Baby?!” Erik shouted to get her attention.
She had the music playing so loud that she couldn’t hear him. Erik sat their food down on the kitchen island and jogged up the stairs. As he strolled down the hall, hands in his grey hoodie pockets, he noticed dim lighting in the bed room and the ‘special lights’ were in use. They only used the ‘special lights’ for nasty time.
Erik made it to the entrance of their bedroom and his eyes fell on his woman dressed in a sexy officer costume that he wouldn’t allow her to wear outside because of how revealing it is. The top was two sizes too small and the skirt sat above her ass and not over it.
She wore a pair of six inch pleasure heels in patent black, aviator shades, and an officer hat to match. In her hand is a pair of cuffs and she posed for him with her hip jutted out and one hand up to stop him in his tracks.
“FREEZE! It’s time to fuck!” She shouted with an authoritarian voice.
Erik’s eyebrows disappeared behind his loc bang and the side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk.
“HANDS. UP.” She ordered, revealing a vibrator from a gun thigh holster.
Erik raised his hands above his head and tried his hardest not to laugh but his dimples gave it straight away.
“You’re late…why are you late, Sir?” She questioned with a stern tone.
Erik formed a crease in his brow and cocked his head to the side, puzzled.
“I went to get us Chipotle—”
“Don’t lie! It’ll only get you in jail…and when you’re in jail, you don’t get to cum.”
Erik narrowed his eyes at her and licked his lips before speaking.
“Had a quick lil’ smoke break. Made a stop to my plug.”
Erik slowly lowered his hand and pulled out some weed from his hoodie. He raised it up to show her the proof.
“TOSS THE GRASS ON THE DRESSER!”
Erik did as he was told.
“Aight, what next, Mrs. officer?!” Erik asked jokingly.
“Down on your knees.” She ordered.
Erik got down on his knees. She walked up to him and his eyes fell to her meaty thighs and wide hips. The fishnets with the heels had him biting his lip and frowning his face in pure lust. She stopped in front of him and Erik looked up at the view of her cleavage. She looked so sexy with a scowl on her face.
She removed her shades and tossed them, “You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” Erik said with a smirked.
“FOR BEING GONE TOO LONG AND NEGLECTING THIS PUSSY.”
Erik elevated a brow and stared at her tiny skirt. He could see a red thong.
She scowled at him.
“GET UP, NIGGA!”
Erik stood and looked her dead in the eye. Even in her heels she wasn’t at his eye level. Just short and cute. They were having their very own staring contest.
“Take off your clothes…now.” She commanded with her eyes still locked to his, “Or I’ll do it for you.”
Erik broke his eyes away and looked around as if he were in la-la land. He started humming to Mrs. Officer since it was playing on repeat. He couldn’t help but to start singing along.
“Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Woo, woo, woo (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“HANDS OUT! TIME FOR A PAT DOWN!”
Erik held his arms out and looked down at her with a penetrating stare. She started with his hoodie first. She lifted it above his head and tossed it to the floor. He had on a white beater and a gold chain. She took her long nails, eyes still on him, and ripped it from his torso. Her nails snagged his skin a little and it stung so so good.
She got down on her knees and still kept an eye on him with those sultry eyes of hers. She yanked roughly at his grey joggers and thy fell to his ankles. Next, she took her time lowering his briefs. When his thick dick bobbed out like a door stopper she flinched when it hit her cheek. Erik made his dick jump in her face, taunting her while she undressed him down to his shoes and socks.
“STOP MAKING YOUR DICK JUMP IN MY FACE, NIGGA!”
Erik snorted a laugh. He couldn’t control it this time. Hearing her say nigga always made him laugh. She stood up and grabbed his dick. Erik’s laughter died in his throat. She tore her eyes away from his and slowly looked down at his girth in her hand.
“This is heavy artillery…dangerous shit you carrying around, Sir. Heavy loaded…and what’s this?” She reached for his balls, “This where you carrying that heat, huh? You think you’re slick? Thought I wasn’t gonna find it, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”
She started slapping his dick around with her right hand and Erik extended his neck, looking towards the ceiling, trying with all the strength of his ancestors to keep from grabbing her by the hair and forcing his dick in her fucking mouth. That shit felt so good. She stopped and a groan bubbled up in his throat heavily.
“You know the drill, hands behind your back!”
She twirled her finger with a long, black acrylic nail for him to turn around. When he did, she placed the cuffs on his wrists. Erik could easily break through those lousy shits but he let her have her fun.
“You’re not gonna read me my rights?” He kissed his teeth, “The fuck type of shit is this?”
“You have the right to remain at my command. Anything you say or do will be used against you in this bedroom. You don’t have a fuckin’ right to nothing but making me feel good. If you can’t obey that, you don’t get to buss a nut. If you decide to disobey me anyway, well…you know the drill.”
Erik quietly laughed the entire time.
“Do you understand, my personal seat?”
She squeezed the cuffs around his wrists and Erik couldn’t deny that it hurt. He winced and gritted his teeth.
“Yes.” He spoke with a grunt.
“Do you understand, big dick bandit?”
Erik tucked his chin and smiled. He was enjoying this.
“YES.” He spoke with frustration.
“You got an attitude?” She questions.
“No, Ma’am.”
“I think you do.”
“No, Ma’am.” Erik urged.
“Uh-huh…turn around.”
He faced her again and his dick was pointed straight out like a flag pole. He was saluting her for sure. She completely ignored it poking her.
“Get on the bed! We’re going for a ride.”
She pushed him towards the bed and it was no use because he didn’t budge. She slapped him on the ass and he jumped away from her, unable to use his hands because they were restrained. Erik walked over to the bed and sat down. She pulled the vibrator from her thigh holster and tossed it onto the bed.
“Lay on your back.” She instructed with a sassy tone.
Erik scooted his hips back until his feet were no longer hanging over the bed. He rested his head back and stared down his sculpted body at her. Still, he made that hard dick jump anyway.
“Stil making that dick jump?! Tryna threaten me or something?!”
“I don’t give a fuck ima make it jump until you come and sit on it or put it in your fuckin’ mouth!”
“Who the FUCK are you talking to, Erik?”
She kicked off her shoes and took off her fishnets and thong. She walked over to the bed and climbed on top. She stood over him with her legs on either side of his hips. Erik stared up at her bald, wet pussy with fat lips and grunted.
“Keep it up, you’re only gonna make it worse for you.”
She turned around and lowered to her knees. Scooting her body closer to his face, she sat her wet pussy lips on his mouth and started bouncing. She grabbed her phone from the side table and changed the song to one appropriate for popping ass.
Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion- Bongos.
Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)
Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong
Her phat ass swallowed Erik’s face and her pussy glided across his lips and tongue. Erik had his arms behind his back and was uncomfortable in that position but it was worth it. He sucked and licked to his hearts desire. She did a little hip roll, riding his face. Erik’s dick was iron hard and neglected. The stiffness was almost painful.
“Stick your tongue in my pussy…mmmm…you know, I have a thing for bad boys…and you’ve been a very bad boy.”
She opened her mouth and spit on his dick, bringing her hand down to stroke him. She was amazing at hand jobs. She stroked with a twisting motion, increasing pressure on the uptake so he could feel it on his frenulum. The muscles in Erik’s legs flexed when she started massaging his balls.
“FUCK.” She bounced her pussy when Erik latched onto her clit with those thick lips, “This is our dirty little secret…you make me cum…I’ll make you cum…and I’ll forget all about your crimes…mmmfuckkk!”
She gasped, slowly jerking him off while cumming in his mouth. She made her cheeks bounce like a ball before her entire body shivered with her orgasm. She let go of Erik’s dick and lifted off of him. Erik licked his lips and when he breathed in, he could smell her on his mustache.
“Fuck, look what you did to your officer,” She arched her back and with one hand, she spread her cheek so he could see her sloppy pussy winking at him, “you made me cum so hard. I should put you away for those lips too! That shit is a fucking weapon for pussy! And that tongue?! So so dangerous!”
Erik’s mouth was hanging open slightly, gold slugs glinting savagely. He sat up and struggled against the cuffs.
“That ass phat ass fuck, Mrs. officer…what’s your name?”
“You don’t get to call me by my name. It’s Mrs. Officer to you, prisoner.”
She turned and crawled over to Erik and between his legs. Ass in the air, she kissed up his legs, eyes on him, and when her lips reached his dick, she dragged her tongue over his balls, shaft, and twirled it around the tip of his dick. Erik moaned, the sound so deep in his chest. With no hands, she sucked his dick, making all ten inches disappear down her throat.
“You shouldn’t be doing this, Mrs. officer with the sweet pussy, it’s against the law to suck prisoners off, right?” Erik said.
“I can do what the fuck I want. I’m in charge.”
She spit on his dick and with her hand she twisted at the base like a pepper grinder and continued sucking with a tight suction. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and he bit down on his lip hard. She was making all kinds of obscene, raunchy, straight nasty noises.
She popped her lips off, “You think you deserve to cum?”
“Yesss, Mrs. officer,” Erik said.
“I love big dicks, especially big dick killers.”
He curled the top of his lip at her and arched a brow to challenge her, “Is that fucking right?”
“Mhm,” She licked his tip, “I know about you…Killmonger. I’ve been keeping an eye on you…and now…I finally got you.”
She alternated between tonging his balls and throating him. Erik flexed his abs and grunted deep, a heavy nut climbing up until he erupted in the back of her throat. With each release, he would groan. He fell back against the bed and she let go of his dick, licking up any remains.
“I think I earned having these cuffs off, don’t you agree?”
The glint in his eyes almost made her break character and submit. She stood up and removed her hat and pulled out her titties. He watched her bounce them in his face and twirl her nipples.
“You’ve behaved. I guess I can take you out of those cuffs…but only after I’ve had my second nut from you.”
Erik rolled his eyes.
“Sit. Here.”
She pointed to a chair in front of a large mirror on the wall. Erik scooted off of the bed and as he walked past her, he nodded his head as if telling her I’m gonna tear that ass up when I’m free.
He sat down and she walked over to uncuff him. Erik reached out and popped her on the undercuff of her phat ass hard and she glared at him.
“Don’t test me, Killmonger.” She warned him.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied.
“I mean it. I’ll edge you for the rest of the night. You won’t get to cum until the next day.”
She turned around and looked back at her reflection. The chair had cuffs attached and she decided to restrain him again but make it more comfortable. She attached his wrists on either side of the chair before straddling him. They both had a view like no other. Erik could look over her shoulder and watch her ride his dick. The music switched to a song from her playlist Erik hadn’t recognized but whatever it was had her riding his dick to the beat.
She held onto his shoulders and bounced on his dick hard. Her ass was like a tidal wave and he could see his wet dick going in and out of her. The cuffs rattled against the chair. He tried to get a titty in his mouth but they were swaying out of control.
Fuck, this big dick, I love this big dick!”
She looked back at it through the mirror and caught Erik’s eye.
“You love this tight pussy?!”
“I fucking love this tight, wet pussy, Mrs. officer.”
She turned back to look at him. Erik tilted his head back and she stuck her tongue out so they could flick tongues before she sucked it into her mouth. Erik broke the kiss and cursed when he felt himself getting ready to nut again. Hee pussy was like sorcery.
“Stay on that dick…I’m nuttin’ in this puss!”
“You can’t nut in me, Killmonger!”
“Fucccckkkkkkkkk—”
He couldn’t control it. Her walls choked him and milked him. He let out a shaky breath.
“It’s your fault, you’re a true rider.” Erik said with a smirk.
She climbed off and his dick fell against his abdomen, still hard. She could feel his cum on her inner thighs. Erik looked over at her with an impatient expression, and she smiled at him before walking over with a key to free him.
“Looks like you’re free to go, Killmonger,” She undid the other side, “You can thank me—”
Erik stood up at his full height—imposing— and she dropped the cuffs. He backed her towards the bed and she sat down, looking up at him with timid eyes.
“Whatchu scared for, Mrs. officer?”
She looked about, trying to come up with a reason for her sudden change of attitude.
“I asked you a question!” He barked out, gold slugs gleaming viscously like fangs.
“…You lied. You’re not free…you killed again to get to me, didn’t you?”
Erik loved how she continued the role play. He wrapped his hand around her neck and brought his face close to hers.
“You owe me. Im in charge now, slut. You do what I say…understand?”
“Yes, Killmonger.” She answered.
“Stand up and turn around…”
She did as she was told and he spanked her hard. She winced at the pain and fell to her stomach.
“Arch your back, bitch,” He barked out, “The fuck is this? Arch your fuckin’ back I’m not gon’ say it again!”
She arched her back like a pro and looked back at him with fear.
“Yeahh…I love that look. You should be scared…”
He grabbed the old cuffs and put them on her, chuckling to himself.
“Don’t feel so good, do it? DO IT?!”
“NO!”
He spanked her again. Popped each ass cheek with his open palm.
“Locked me up for carrying heavy artillery but you ain’t complain wit’ it in your mouth and pussy though, huh?!”
He popped her again and she whimpered.
“What’s your fucking name?!”
“KIMBERLY!”
Pop!
“Nah, you’re my little slut! Mrs. Slutty Officer!”
Pop!
“Ooh! I’m sorry!”
Erik grabbed her hips and plunged forward. He gripped her cuffed wrists and started giving her back shots. That ‘artillery’ went off in that pussy. She had her face in the sheets, moaning and crying. He was balls deep and not letting up on his strokes.
“Look at me!” He commanded
She looked back at him and he held her weak gaze.
“It’s so big, daddy!” She cried.
“I’m daddy now?”
“Yes,” She sobbed, “You’re my daddy.”
Her ass ricocheted.
“I got your shit creaming all over my dick.”
“Fuck, ima cum!”
“Shut up,” Erik increased the pace, “Girl…run again. Ima make sure I put this dick in your chest.”
“SHIT!”
Her body convulsed. Erik popped her ass and grabbed her by the cuffs, lifting her from the bed. He pumped her three times more before withdrawing his hips. She fell to the bed and he took off the cuffs, flipping her onto her back. Since she’s so small, he took her ankles, crossed them with one hand, and with the other he tapped her clit with his dick and sank deep inside of her.
“Mmmmmmmm!!!!”
Erik looked down at her through his wild locs. He let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sucked her titties one by one while his hips pumped her.
“Fuck, that dick is so good, Erik, it’s so good, Unh!”
Erik sat up to look at her. He looked down at his dick going in and out, her hands dragging down his chest.
“Keep that pussy right there, I’m a fill this shit up again.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
The sound of skin slapping increased. Erik held both of her legs back by the ankles and fucked her harder into the mattress. She reached out to wrap her hand around his neck and opened her mouth. Erik stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled it.
“You cumming again? I feel that shit…”
Her eyes rolled back and she came undone beneath him.
“GAHHDAMN!”
Erik pumped her twice more and came deep inside of her.
“Oh my goodness,” Kimberly giggled, “This was amazing!”
Erik rolled his sweaty body over onto his back. Kimberly sat up on her elbow and draped a leg over Erik’s waist while her hand rested on his chest. Erik turned to look at her with a warm smile.
“This should be our new thing. Keep all your old costumes for role play. You still got that Elastagirl one, right? Oh! we definitely gotta do Harry Potter.”
“I’m the innocent little Hufflepuff and you’re the big bad Slytherin?” Kimberly said with a seductive tone, tracing his abs with a single nail.
“Mhm,” Erik rubbed her back with his hand, “What do you think about Venom and Spidergirl?”
Kimberly’s eyes lit up like Christmas time was here already.
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neptunes-sol-angel · 5 months
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BOO! 👻🎃🕸 How are you scaring people with their shadows? Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to the most then scroll down for the corresponding message(s). Happy Halloween my Sol-cherubs!!
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Pile One
"SHE AIN'T NO DIVAAA!"
You trigger others in a way that threatens their confidence and provoke them into a cycle of evaluating their self worth and identity after an ego death that's probably been long overdue. Some people in this group may hinder themselves back from speaking to people about anything in general, like expressing your opinion on something, talking about yourself, joining in a conversation so that you can be outgoing and network with others because you could feel like developing normal interactions with others is difficult for you. You could feel that people may find what you have to say as meaningless, they could even talk over you, or maybe you fear that people will hate you for what you say. You could also find yourself in too many situations where people are dedicated to misunderstanding you by twisting what you say or snubbing you. But despite their reactions, people strongly value what you say, and are often changed personally by even just a few words that you mention and could still think about what you've said years later whether it's from a normal conversation or an argument. I feel called to mention to this group that you shouldn't restrain yourself by muting your verbal expression in order to please others, because I'm getting that even though you aren't aware that there are people who want to listen and do listen to what you have to say and will like and respect you for who you are, you understand the weight of your words and the repercussions you face when you defend yourself and but there are times you don't in order to keep the peace. You must understand that peace is simply an illusion when you keep putting your feelings and wellbeing aside to keep people that are not even for you in your life. Tip toeing around others is not what's going to keep you safe—you gotta step on some toes to free yourself. This group has to learn both when it isn't your fault for when you trigger someone and when it is. Because I'm getting that another part of this group is more so in the darker aspect of this trait, you don't hold your tongue for anyone and when someone goes low, you go to straight to the pits of hell. You're fully aware of how you know just the right words to break someone and to intentionally offend them. Your brutal honesty isn't needed all of the time and sometimes you're not being blunt, you're just being an asshole. Reserve your poison for the people that deserve it, but it will benefit you to learn that the same way the magnitude of your words can be poison to others it also be venom used to help others heal. I know it may feel like that someone's always trying it with you but you gotta calm down and start seeing the good in humanity, because not everyone is a piece of filth that you need to sweep. The shadow work that you make other people do eventually creates a balance that keeps their egos in check and where their humility is holding them back.
Pile Two
What's chilling about you is how elusive you are. This can mean a variety of things, but one of the scenarios that I'm getting is that this pile could be adamant when it comes to holding grudges. People hate that you don't forgive them because it gives them a reality check with how entitled they feel to treat others and how they expect them to react about it afterwards. You seem to unfortunately attract a lot of people that don't take any accountability. They show up as either someone who feels like they have the right to mistreat others and have control over how their victims feel or perceive the situation or people who have lived their entire lives as victims but are in disbelief when they are in situations where they have made someone else a victim so they manipulate the situation to confirm their bias and lack of self awareness. These people are possessive over outcomes and how they want to be seen. You are very much capable of forgiving others, but you are strong with your boundaries to the point where you don't make yourself accessible anymore to the people have hurt you and this confuses them. They're used to thinking that words have more meaning than their actions or that forgiveness is something that's automatically given when asked for it, but you show them that's not exactly how it works. This makes them have to unpack guilt that they will deal with for a very long time or your absence reminds them of how powerless that they feel. Both are situations that are hard to sit with alone so these people may tend to latch on others and surround themselves with company. The shadow work that you make others do is to reflect on situations where they are habitually self-undoing.
Pile Three
What makes other people shook about you, is how unmoved you are but how you always seem to ironically move others. You could have this radical intelligence and self sufficiency where you don't care who's on your level or not. You could be isolated by others a lot, and on the outside it could look like you're out of touch with humanity, but no, you're actually way ahead of your time, they just need to catch up. The same things that people have tried to shun you for, end up becoming trends in the future. You guys are very secure with yourself and it intimidates others, but you've grown or will grow to not let that effect you anymore. I see that your purpose involves leading others. You guys could be coaches to help people break habits that maladaptively stagnate their lives, you keep yourself strong, in order to pass this on to others who finally decide that they to help themselves. Your insight isn't going to be accepted by the majority because those people are still stuck on outward appearances or are complacent with their own delusions, and it's not your responsibility to help everyone, but you're good at what you do and you have the potential to save a lot of lives with the changes that you help other people make within themselves. It doesn't even have to solely be changes either, you could motivate others to recognize what they already have within themselves too and that's so empowering. If you guys are tarot readers that are feeling down about the messages that you're trying to bring to people, I'm getting that you guys need to keep going, what you're doing is meaningful even if you can't physically see it, you awaken others deeply to things that they may not be ready to publicly share with others so give it time and remember your mission. You aren't here to entertain any thoughts of staying the same, you are here to promote growth. Don't downplay your gifts, you know what you know.
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