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girliism · 2 months ago

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girldad!art who is currently shopping for halloween costumes.

“are we doing family costumes this year?” art asked you. halloween was in a week and surprisingly spirit halloween still had a few costumes. “no, she said she’s too old for that now. she wants to be a zombie.” you told art, picking up one of the zombie makeup kits. art made a confused face. not many eight year old girls wanna be zombies for halloween. “why a zombie?”

you dropped the making up kit into the shopping basket. “patrick’s been binging the walking dead with the girls when he watches them.” you reveal, having only found out a while ago yourself. “remind me to have a conversation with him about that later.” art mumbled.

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“can we trick or treat at lily’s house? her neighborhood has better candy.” your daughter spoke, interrupting you trying to do her makeup for the hundredth time. “yes, we can if you stop talking and let me finish this.” you told her and she immediately straighten up and closed her mouth. but because she was an antsy eight year old that only lasted a minute until she was back to squirming in her seat and asking you random questions.

you put the final touches on her zombie makeup before picking up the mirror flipping it towards her. “alright girly, take a look.” you watched as her eyes and her smile grew wider. “mommy, i look so good!” she took the mirror from you to examine her face up closer. “let’s go show daddy.”

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you and art stood in the kitchen while your daughter hide behind the wall. “both of you cover your eyes and i’ll count to three.” she order the two of you. “but i’ve already seen your outfit.” you said. she stuck her little arm out and pointed a finger at you. “both. eyes. closed.” she demanded with a bossy attitude you liked to pretend she totally didn’t get from you.

after peeking around the corner and seeing that both yours and art’s eyes were closed she walked out to stand in front of you. “ok, open your eyes in three …two…. one.” you and art tore your hands away from your eyes. “look daddy, i’m you but as a zombie!” she beamed.

“you look amazing! oh my god.” art smiled at his daughter who stood dress up in an all white tennis outfit that had little dirt and blood stains and her hand holding a bloody tennis racket. “we used the picture from when you and uncle patrick won the doubles as a reference.” she said. “i can see that.” art moved to pick her up, an action that was getting a little strenuous given how big she was now but he hasn’t throw his back out yet so he supposes it’s still ok. “you found my old hat and everything. and look at this makeup, mommy did very good.” he turned to you giving you a smile. “how did you come up with such a costume?”

your daughter took a deep breath getting ready to explain. “well, first i was just gonna be a plain zombie but there was gonna be hundreds of zombies tonight and i thought that was too boring. so i decided to combine my two favorite things, you and zombies.” she said with a zombieish groan at the end snapping her teeth at art. you laughed at their antics before clapping your hands together. “ok, time for pictures so we can go.” art let her down to the ground and she ran off to get her tennis ball looking trick or treat basket before posing up a storm for you.

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“whoa, zombie art donaldson. awesome costume kid.” patrick greeted the three of you in front of the zweig house before high-fiving your daughter. tashi and lily soon came out of the house. “who are supposed to be.” you asked lily. “spider gwen from into the spiderverse. see mommy let me put in pink clip ins.” she showed off the curly pink clips that blended in with her hair. “nice.” you gave her a nod of approval.

more pictures were taken of the girls in their costumes standing in front of tashi and patrick’s halloween decorations.

“candy candy candy.” lily and your daughter chanted, their arms hooked together as they skipped ahead of you and tashi. art and patrick hung a little further back. “hey, patrick can i take to you.” patrick hummed. “could you maybe not watch the walking dead with two eight year olds.” art suggested. patrick scoffed. “oh come on. we just got to season three things are getting good i can’t leave the girls hanging. plus i cover their eyes at any inappropriate part so don’t worry.” patrick patted art’s back. art shook his head mumbling an “ok.”

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the girls circled the block at least three times to get as much candy before heading back to tashi and patrick’s house where they traded back and forth until they crashed on the couch.

art carried his daughter out to the car bidding good night to tashi and patrick. once at home and inside your held your arms out so art could pass your daughter off to you to get her ready for bed but art said that he would do it.

“sorry, we didn’t do family costumes. i know you wanted to.” she sleepily mumbled. she had her teeth brushed and pajamas on, face clean of all the makeup that art gently wiped off. “you don’t need to apologize i’m fine with it. plus your costume was way better anyway.” art pincher her sides lightly. she let out light giggles. “thanks. good night, daddy.”

“good night.” art tucked her in tight and placed one last kiss on her forehead before shutting off her lamp and leaving.”

(happy halloween!!)

#girliism #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson fluff #girl dad!art

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Stepdad Joel Masterlist

Main story complete.

SUMMARY: Reader does not live at home. Joel married her mom when she was a teen. Now in her 20s, she catches Joel jerking off to her insta and starts toying with him. He tries to resist. No y/n. WARNINGS: I8+ Stepcest, pining, angst, jacking off, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, fingering, mutual touching, degradation (both ways), grinding, oral (both ways), cheating, unsafe P in V, loads of cum, possessive!Joel. See chapter-specific.

⭐ LATEST: the downward spiral (3k)

Smut every chapter.

App Store (Main story - complete)

Instagram (1.1k)- You come by unannounced, catch Joel jacking off, and get him to finish while you touch yourself.

Snapchat (1.1k)- You send sexy snapchats to Joel and bait him into touching you.

Halloween drabble (500) - Help with tie

Uber (1.2k)- You call Joel instead of a ride share and tempt and touch him on the way home.

All Recipes (1.4k)- You bait Joel into touching you while he's cooking for Thanksgiving.

Fandango (2.1k)- After a tense Thanksgiving dinner, you get frisky in a movie and at your apt.

Tinder (3.5k) - Joel does something upsetting and you bring a date home. His state of mind.

Amazon (2.7k) - Joel is sad and horny and snapchats you a lot while you ignore him. Bonus Snapchats! | more bonus snaps

Ring Doorbell (5.4k) - Joel holds it together at a party, only to show up at your apartment later.

Clock (1.7k) - the morning after the big night, you stay in bed.

Record Store (one shots)

Present day (6k)

it's hard by the Who (3k)

✨the downward spiral by NIN (3k)

Flashbacks

the wall (1.5k) by Pink Floyd

Other

lore from when they first met

Another bonus (what if)

NOT Canon

3k words

hypothetically bailing him out (1k)

Hypothetically baiting him

Cucking him with another Joel (700)

Alternate timeline to Uber (700)

Your Art, etc. 💚

Joel portrait by @bonezone44

reader-curated spotify playlist

HIS BITMOJI

stepdad!Joel meme roundup by various

Think about you gif by @iamasaddie

Pussy worth it board by @iamasaddie

Stepdad's moods by @milla-frenchy

people change collage by @iamasaddie

hands by @noxturnalpascal

Shoutout to @megangovier for the request that became Insta. 🖤

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #stepdad!joel miller #dark!joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fic #joel miller masterlist #toxic masterlist #stepdad!joel☠️#stepdad!joel

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lilybug-02 · 2 months ago

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I feel like I need to tell you this, but when I passed out candy, I actually saw someone dressed up as Ralsei!!

They obviously made it themselves, but I never thought I'd see a Deltarune costume! It was awesome uwu

Coming out of my hole to tell you someone in my Art Club made a Crochet Frisk shawl for Halloween. She was making it in one of our "Free Days" this week. Absolutely amazing <3

Me and my friends people-watched a lot this Halloween. It was really fun. Saw a lot of fun costumes, some were super funny like Ratatouille or cute like with Wall-e and Eva. I saw a Dr. Nefario from Despicable Me and I burst out laughing. I was a Care-Bear because I love dressing up in pink 🩷.

#bread

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chososwifey24-7 · 25 days ago

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Handsy

Synopsis: You wanted to go get a fun little skull tattoo to have fun for the spooky season. When you walk into the tattoo parlor, the last thing you expect to see is a sexy man. And he doesn't expect to see such a pretty girl.

Cw: nsfw, mdni, needles (tattoo gun), smut, public sex, fingering, fondling, nipple sucking, cum eating , slight aftercare.

You'd always wanted a tattoo. You have piercings so a little needle and ink wasn't anything to fear right?

You'd looked and looked at designs and one stood out to you. Not only because it was close to halloween, but it looked esthetically pleasing. Just a small little cartoon skull.

It looked like something you'd doodle on your calculus papers in college. Just about the size of a quarter, slightly bigger. It wouldn't take terribly long, and it was cute.

Calling the tattoo parlor and setting up the appointment was the easy part. It couldn't be much harder to walk in and get that tatto done, right?

At least that's what you told yourself as you entered the tattoo parlor the day of your appointment.

You looked around the shop, everything from pictures that people made to bug cases filled with all kinds of jewelry. From earrings to nose ring to belly button rings to nipple piercing. Any piercing you could imagine was there.

All the equipment, all of the jewelry, all of the showcasing of things they had really made the place look cozy.

You could hear the faintest sound of music from possibly a room in the back. It sounded like rock music, but you could only pick out the guitar, so you weren't one hundred percent sure.

That's when you heard the footsteps approaching, and a boy with salmon her walked out behind the counter along with another salmon haired male.

One was much taller and more muscular, with tattoos lining every inch of his upper body. The other boy looked smaller, still muscular, but more bright.

"Heya! Welcome in. How can we help ya?"

They younger, smaller, boy said with big shiny eyes. He looked sweet. The guy behind him looked through some of the stuff upfront before quickly leaving back to the back.

"Oh, I had a tattoo appointment scheduled today. It's with Choso? I believe that was his name."

The boys' face lit up immediately, and he waved you into the back.

You followed him and eyed all of the displays on the walls, looking at some of the designs and some of the different art pieces. Not all drawing, but crafted by hand. It was esthetically pleasing to look at .

As you made it to the back, there was a man sanitizing a table and pulling out different items. Two, almost, buns sat atop his head. Hair was sticking out, and honestly, it pulled together his style.

He had a tattoo running over the bridge of his nose and sleep deprived eyes. Everything about him just screamed hot and emo.

Not that it was bad, but rather sexy and alluring.

The young boy with pink hair called out to the man in front of you.

"Yo! Choso, your appointment is here! Thought I'd bring her back for ya."

He said with a chipper tone and a happy attitude. His smile truly was quite bright. You wondered what a kid like him was doing in a shop like this.

"Oh, thanks, Yuji."

His baritone voice struck your ears like his voice was a call. It was almost like a call just for you, but that had to be crazy right?

When he looked at you, you watched the way his pupils dilated. His mouth was hung open slightly, and he just looked you up and down.

His gaze made you feel hot, but you soon shoved those feelings away. He was just your tattoo artist for christ sake.

He patted the seat you'd be in and gave you a gentle smile, and you hadn't even noticed you'd been standing there for a hot minute. Yuji was gone and Choso was worried he had frightened you.

"Come on over, I don't bite, I promise."

He said with an ever so gentle chuckle. You gave him back a small smile and went to go sit down.

"So you emailed me what you'd like as your tattoo, but you never actually told me where you'd like it."

"Well, you see, I wasn't sure, but I'd think it'd be super cute if it was just right on my ribs, maybe up closer to my right side of my... chest."

You hesitated slightly, saying chest, and he gave you another small laugh.

"No need to be shy. I've given some people a tattoo right above their ass before. Saying 'boob' won't kill me."

You nod again and bite your lip gently. Before taking a deep breath.

"Well then, I'd like to have the tattoo on my ribs just to the side of my right boob, so not on it."

He nodded and got to work, getting some of the ink and sanitizing stuff.

"Alright, that makes more sense. But for that, I'll need you to remove your shirt and your bra, please. I'll go close the door so we have privacy, and don't worry, everyone around here knows to knock."

You nod, and as you face him, you notice maybe you're not the only one embarrassed. A light pink dusted Chosos cheeks, and he tried to hide it by turning away.

Taking off your shirt and slowly unclasping your bra, you finally got everything off. You laid down on your side and waited for choso to come back.

As he approached the chair, he slightly leaned back to the top half so that you could fully lay down on your side. His face still dusted pink, and his eyes respectably looking at the ground.

He put on his gloves and put some numbing ointment over the area of wear the tattoo would go. After that, he waited for it to dry before he sat down.

"You'll feel my hand on your hip when I rest it. Besides that, my other hand will be on the tattoo gun, and we'll get this done soon. Of course if you're alright with that?"

He says, his sweet voice hitting your ears once more. You simply nod and he chuckles.

"I need words."

This felt more intimate than it needed to be. Maybe this wasn't the right call? Maybe you were just overthinking, but this man was just so fine. You couldn't help but take in a shaky breath before exhaling and answer.

"Um, yes, yes, that's alright with me."

You stuttered out, and he gave you a gentle pat to your hip. Before starting up the tattoo gun and getting to work.

The tattoo hadn't taken more than about thirty minutes for how small and simply it was. Choso just wanted to get all of the details correctly. He sighed as he finished and put over a protective cover.

You had turned over after he finished trying to readjust without even thinking or remembering that you hadn't had a shirt on this entire time.

Choso flushed red as he cleared his throat and looked away.

"Damn."

He muttered under his breath, but you had heard, and you looked at him surprised. Before that face had turned to a sly smirk.

"Do you find me attractive choso?"

You said with almost a haughty tone. He looked at you and nodded.

"Words, choso."

He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. Seeing you like this made him hard just thinking about the things he'd do to you.

"Yeah, I find you sexy, not just hot."

You hum in approval at his words and eye him to and down too to gauge his reaction to your body language. You may have just met the man, but holy did he look like a satisfying fuck. Looked like he could please you good and well.

"And if you'd allow me permission, I'd love to show you just how sexy I find you."

You nodded, and with that, he was on your lips.kissing them like a mad man, and his hands reached down and fonfled your breasts, gently on the right because of your newly placed tattoo, but he still gave you the attention you deserved.

His lips soon found your neck and your collar bone and soon your breasts.

"Oh fuck,"

He spoke in-between kisses to the valley of your breasts.

"Ever since you walked in here, you caught my eyes, and damn baby, I needed you like this."

Those are the words that left his lips before they were attached to your left nipple. His mouth sucking like he hadn't had a taste in years. Your back arched, and he grinned against your nipple.

One of his hands gently snakes down to the heat between your legs. Your cunt throbbing for more and you moaned for more. Craved his touch.

"Choso please."

You begged. You needed not beg anymore because choso delivered in an instant.

Undoing the sweats you were in, he snaked his hand into your underwear and began to messily rub against your soaked clit before traveling his hand down to your sopping hole.

Two fingers entered you and began to thrust into you violently. His mouth now moved over to your right nipple sucking and looking up at you.

You moaned, almost a little too loud, so choso ever so gently placed a hand over your mouth as you both continued.

Choso had begun to rut his hard on against the chair, and he moaned whilst giving you the attention you craved.

But when his fingers had curled just right and hit your G-spot, you almost came undone right there, the knot that had been building in your stomach so close tosnapping.

No, that's not what did you in. It's when choso began to whisper dirty thing into your ear while his palm grinder right against your clit and his finger hit your spot just right that you came undone on his fingers.

You moaned into his palms while he dang praises of good girl, andsweetheart, into your ear with that deep voice. He wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumb and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Removing his hand, he placed his fingers onto his tongue and groaned with satisfaction. Tasting your essence and your cum was just wonderful. Euphoric even.

He had grabbed a few worm paper towels and wiped you down gently before helping you get back into your bra and into your shirt.

"What about you? Don't you need to get off?"

You ask gingerly almost concerned that he wouldn't be able to get off on his own.

"Don't you worry, the sight of your face and the taste of you will linger long enough for me to take care of this problem."

He leaned in close to your ear and whispered what he was going to say next.

"Next time, I'll have you on your knees to assist me."

"Next time?"

You ask with a burning hot face. He just nodded and handed you a slip of paper.

As you walked out of his tattoo room, he gave you a gentle slap on the ass and blew you a kiss. You reached the front desk and were met with Yuji's bright smile.

"So how was everything?"

He asks with that happy go lucky tone, and you just give a smile and tell him it was great.

The tip you left was enough to show. And the number you left with. Was even greater.

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huellitaa · 2 months ago

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it girl autumn 🎃🎀🍁

autumn is upon us!!!!!!!!!! all hail the best season 💭🎀🍂🧸🩷

──★ ˙ ̟🎀ur autumn to do list

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur never too old for trick or treating (if u celebrate!). girl get OUT THERE. (🎀🗒️note: if u have any little siblings or cousins or family, then you can take them out trick or treating and celebrate w them js as an excuse to get outside!!)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ make pinterest boards for ur fav autumn movies and shows bcuz they cant do it themselves </3

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ go collect leaves outside and make a pretty piece of art out of them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ walk around early in the morning when its all foggy and pretty

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ learn how to bake or cook (in my case anyway) OR look for some cosy autumn recipes to learn and share w ur loved ones or just to have a cosy night in and eat for urself♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ go thru ur closet and wardrobe and throw out all the old things you don't wear anymore. autumn is a time of change, after all (🎀🗒️note: make some cute autumn outfits while ur at it! ♡)

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ drink every possible pumpkin spice drink u can find in ur area

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ get out of ur reading slump! if ur in one anyway. if not then just read more books bcuz tea, rain and books is quite possibly the cosiest thing ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ visit a library alone, go shopping alone, just enjoy ur alone time. autumn is a time of introspection and a time to work on urself, and though i love spending time with myself in any season, autumn is especially cosy ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ look at cute pumpkin designs and make one urself if u celebrate halloween ♡

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ make some little halloween decorations if u celebrate ♡

💭𓂃 ࣪˖ build a little bug hotel out of twigs and leaves and things u find on the ground outside!!!!!! i used to do this all the time w my brother or my friends when i was little and its very nostalgic and fun ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ take loads of pictures and make little vlogs and video diaries of ur autumn adventures, just for the memories ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 music and media

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur autumn playlist

clairo (charm, sling)

the 1975

florence & the machine (lungs)

the cardigans

the crane wives

neil young (harvest)

the smiths

phoebe bridgers

type o negative

kali uchis (never be yours)

gracie abrams

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ movies and shows

the nightmare before christmas (obviously)

gilmore girls ♡

coraline, corpse bride, pretty much any tom burton movie

anne with an e

fantastic mr fox

hilda

gravity falls ♡

you've got mail

over the garden wall

pride and prejudice

jennifers body ♡

practical magic

little women

kiki's delivery service

arrietty ♡

howl's moving castle

lord of the rings ♡

and i always have a harry potter marathon every autumn because i loved it when i was younger, so why not!

(🎀🗒️note: i love playing identity v, animal crossing and cosy grove in the autumn too! or meeting up w friends and literally js playing board games theyre so fun♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀fall fashion and staples

okay so i personally love pink, whites, browns, cream colours and just general neutrals-pastels in the autumn, but you can adjust this to ur personal aesthetic and however you see fit!

the first thing i think of when i think autumn is layering. layer layer layer layer. tops and sweaters, cardigans, jumpers, leg warmers, tights; to keep you warm and pretty ♡

pay attention 2 fabrics! knitted, cashmere, fleece, flannel, all the cosy sorts are perfect for the autumn months ♡

patterns like stripes, leopard print, chevron, argle and plaid are so cute and simple, esp in october / november ♡

neutral colours, like beige, white, brown, cream, grey, black, and pale variants of colours too i think work so well esp in the autumn ♡

anything fur lined is absolutely adorable i rest my case

MASSIVE COATS. i have this big trenchcoat my mum had since i was a baby and i wear it EVERYWHERE in autumn ♡

boots are THE autumn shoes, bonus points if they're fur-lined. they just look so so cute ajdhfjsfjhsjf♡

knit hats and small hair accessories, bonus points if they're in the pretty autumn colours ♡

not really fashion but i love doing simple makeup in the autumn. just very dewy natural looks are pretty all year around, but especially in the fall ♡

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ pretty fall fashion:

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

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silvergarnet12 · 7 months ago

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Finally finished this, for anyone wondering about their splashtags, I'll copy the text I added on my wip about it under the cut.

Edit: forget to mention the bg is hastily edited concept art from the Tellius Recollection books. Spoilers for the Tellius games are in, just a warning.

For weapons, every weapon here has the Kraken Royale special in Splatoon 3, and someone agessss ago tagged my first inkling Kurthnaga suggesting he could turn inot the Kraken, and I thought that was fun.

Kurthnaga: He has a roller purely based on the fact my brain thinks he'd use one. Don't ask why it's just vibes I guess.

"Promising Ruler" is a reference to the end of Radiant Dawn, and the number 3108 is a reference to 31/08 or Halloween, because of his Heroes debut. He has the lvl 999 Tableturf badge because I think he'd enjoy playing it, the gold Kraken badge because weapon reasons, the bronze Grizzco badge because I imagine Almedha ropes him in to joining her on shifts sometimes.

Almedha: She has a splatling because I think it looks cool, and does a lot of damage from a far just like a certain dragon laser beam.

"Restless Sister" is because she left Goldoa before the Tellius games and inadvertently helped set events in motion. 2202 is 22/02/07 and is Radiant Dawn's Japanese Release date.

I also think she has some tendency towards violence since in canon she had a child with Ashnard of all people, and I doubt he was ever non violent. So she has Salmon Run badges, the flyfish is because I hate them and anyone with that badge is automatically cool to me.

Ena: She gets the Gal because usually it's pink and so is she, I also think she'd find tricky ways to use the Splash wall it comes with.

"Fortunate Tactician" in this au Rajaion doesn't die(if I make any tragedy it'll be reversible because this is funny squid game au and I like happy endings), and she's still good tactically. 2004 is 20/04/05 and is Path of Radiance's Japanese release date.

She has the Kraken badge like Kurth because of her weapon, X Rank badge because she takes battling as a tactical challenge, and the gold Tableturf badge because I think she'd also enjoy it, but play it less than Kurth.

Rajaion: He gets the charger because I was running out of weapons with the Kraken, so he gets an Elitre because I think they look cool, even if I hate fighting them. Also the spawn in pose is cool as hell.

"Revived King" He gets to live in this au, and not die. With Dheginsea being retired from whatever his role ends up as, Rajaion is technically in charge now. 1004 is 10/04/07 and is Radiant Dawn's Australian release date.

He also gets a matching bg style with Ena.

All his badges reference his luck in not being dead in this AU. The gachapon badge is basically gambling, so luck based, Cuttlefish got revived in Splatoon 3's story, and the wavebreaker is used as a revival device a lot in Salmon Run!

#tellius #splatoon #kurthnaga #ena #almedha #rajaion #goldoa #fe9 #fe10 #path of radiance #radiant dawn #fire emblem #my art #inkling #splatoon au

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coquettebeautiful · 1 month ago

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blackdollette · 1 year ago

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okay so I thought of this after seeing the rory Halloween photos but maybe you can write a story (preferably with Jack Thurlow) where they go to a Halloween party that he doesn’t really want to attend but he ends up having fun and it could be a bit of fluff + smut? thank you 🫶🫶

"a little party never hurt no one." | jack thurlow

art deco. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly

female!reader x jack

word count: 864

contents: slight fluff, jack being a little perverted

“oh c’mon jack, you know this is my favourite time of year.” you whine as you follow him up the stairs, his footsteps making the creaky floorboards groan. he rolls his eyes once he reaches the top. “and what do you want me to do about that, huh?” he placed his hands on his hips, his gaze turning into a slight glare.

you returned his glare, causing his own to soften a little. “i want you to come to the party with me. that’s all i ask.” you held your hands behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers as you watched the vein on his forehead disappear. he sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as he thought about your request.

he met your stare once more, this time your eyes filled with more desperation than anything. with one last huff, he finally gave you the response that you’d been hoping for. “don’t expect to wear a costume or anything, alright? and if there isn’t good booze then i’m leaving.” it was the bare minimum, but you squealed, rushing up to him and wrapping your arms around his defined torso in a tight embrace.

he gently peeled you off of him, giving you a gentle pat on the cheek with his calloused hand before locking himself in the solace of his room. you glanced at the time. 7:42pm, meaning that you had just over an hour to get ready and there was still so much you had to do. you rushed to the bathroom, starting to work on your hair, makeup, and finding a costume that would make jack lose his mind.

you finished off in the bathroom, coming out looking the opposite of how you went in. you strolled over to your room, making your way to the mass of clothes in your closet. you wanted something that was simple but not forgettable. something that would turn all heads in your direction without making you seem like an attention seeker.

just as the clock struck 9, you heard his heavy footsteps echoing through the eerie halls, coming in your direction. he landed a few knocks on the door, his tone revealing his irritation. “are you goin’ to this thing or not?!” there was no response, allowing his voice to bounce off the walls. he banged on the door a few more times before you flung the door open.

“s-sorry, im here. let’s go.” you walked past him, but his jaw was on the floor. he was frozen in place, reeling over the sight he saw for only a fraction of a second. you were halfway down the hall, but he just continued to stare at what you were wearing.

you had on a short, tight black leather skirt with torn tights underneath, something you knew always made him weak in the knees. but your shirt is what surprised him the most. it was his well-known ultraviolence t-shirt, but you had tailored it into a skintight lacy bra that could barely hold itself together on your body.

you put on your shoes, feeling as he gawked at you. you looked in his direction, a pink flush covering his pale cheeks. “you coming?” you smiled at his teasingly as he blinked himself back to reality. he rubbed his eyes, muttering quietly under his breath. “y-yeah, just a sec…

he seemed to be in a daze the whole journey to the party. your hands were locked the entire time, but you felt him stealing occasional glances at you, his hands getting sweaty and his body trembling slightly. and best of all, it seemed like he was actually looking forward to the party, but you couldn’t be too sure.

you and him quietly stepped into the host’s house, instantly being welcomed by the strong smell of beer. you lead jack inside, making him look like a lost puppy that was clinging onto you. you brought him to the kitchen, pouring some beer into a plastic red cup and handing it to him with a warm smile.

“thanks for coming out with me tonight. i hope this isn’t too much for you.” he shakily took a sip from the cup, his eyes travelling down your cleavage. “no problem…” you picked up on the slight uncertainty in his voice, feeling the need to lighten the mood. “so you really didn’t dress up? you’re no fun.” you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, making his body jerk.

you noticed his silence, starting to feel a twinge of remorse. you spoke again, but this time your voice was regretful. “y’know what? how about we just call it a night. this party wasn’t as good as i thou-” your speech was cut off when he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a hungry, desperate kiss.

his mouth stayed on your for the longest second of your life before he pulled away,, leaving your expression contorted from shock. he smiled sheepishly at you. “you know i’ve been looking for this shirt…” a dumb little smile crept onto your face as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “yeah… i know.”

author's note: im so sorry for unannounced inactivity :(( this week was rlly hectic but im free all weekend so stay ready!!

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arabaka · 1 year ago

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Reigen's get up in that official art feels more like a costume than actual royal regalia. That being said, imagine you and Reigen doing matching costumes for a Halloween party and Reigen getting a little too carried away with the whole king act and he starts getting bit more demanding and frisky, until it results in the two of you dipping from the party early and not even getting your costumes fully off before you're pressed against the wall, shoved down to your knees and "ordered to service your king"

YES THAT ALSO JUST REMINDED ME THAT THE EVENT IS FOR HIS DAMN BIRTHDAY AND I JUST.

LIKE I SOB I CAN DEFINITELY IMAGINE HIM WANTING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS. "you only get to go all out once right?"

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reigen arataka x afab!reader. nsfw. power dynamics. both of you are slightly tipsy. musk talk lol. m!receiving oral. reigen calls you a "good girl"

but imagine... after the party and it's just you two back at the apartment.... you're both pretty beat. hell, maybe even a little tipsy.

"mmm, that crown looks good on you 'taka." and it does, he looks damn good even if it's a little lopsided and ruffling up his hair.

he's in the middle of loosening his tie, snorting with a chortle to follow. "oh yeah?" he tosses the tie but miscalculates so it slops over his shoulder halfway. he gives you a knowing look, already primed for this occasion exactly. you had to know, giving him an all-too-alluring spin before the two of you left with just enough oomph to make the pleats of your skirt rise a little too much. so he'd been thinking of all the ways he was going to take you tonight. how to conquer you tonight.

and now he knows just the thing.

"then on your knees." the order is unwavering, huskily drawn from his throat as he slowly walks towards you. your pupils dilate so fast but not as fast as you drop to the floor. pleading fealty to your king as your fingers loosen his belt and zip down his slacks with care. your bottom lip drops with hungry lust, tongue all the way out and dripping drool just the way reigen likes it by the time his cock springs out.

you can smell him. his musk is thick tonight and god, does it make your brain buzz in all the right ways. you're addicted to his particular scent; it makes your eyelids feel fuzzy and your cunt so, so wet. you can feel your panties growing colder by the second as they cling to your folds with your sticky slick.

"yes, my king." you finally tell him after dragging your lolled out tongue from the bridge of his scrotum to the very tip of his cock.

"mm, that's a good girl." reigen says through half-narrowed eyes, his cheeks glistening with dew drops of sweat and painted a pretty pink from your wet ministrations. "please your king..."

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musesaiart · 2 months ago

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fullofgutsndopamine · 8 months ago

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or: hasan invites you over to carve pumpkins with his kid sister. halloween traditions ensue

not part of a series, but in the same universe as fitps. i don’t know either

tw: cursing,

they/them reader

there’s yelling coming from inside the house.

you can see hasan, a kiss the cook apron tied around his waist, a backwards hat on his head and one oven mitt on, yelling into another room.

but the thing is, the smile never leaves his face.

a deep breath,you fix your hair in the reflection of the door (because this is obviously not a date. just hasan who wanted company while carving pumpkins) and rang the doorbell.

you act like you don’t see his head whip up, fear on his face for a second as he throws the oven mitt on the table, takes his hat off to fix his hair, only to jam it back over his head.

“Don’t answer the door, it could be a stranger-“

you hear him yelling, not even able to finish it as the door freaks open, and his little sister pops her head out.

“are you here to kill us?” she asks in a small voice, and she wears the same smile Hasan has on his face.

“Hi Ames,” you coo. “i don’t think so, not today at least.” you tease back as you kneel on the concrete steps.

“Has, they said they weren’t here to kill us!” she yells over her shoulder, but Hasan is behind her, rolls his eyes.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “I heard. I don’t think a killer would exactly tell us before they kill is though, hmm?”

he tickles her side and she giggles but he keeps going and she squeals into his side until he picks her up, swings her over his shoulder and tickles her as she lays on his shoulder.

“isn’t that right?” he finishes as she giggles over his shoulder.

“Sorry about her,” Hasan's face is lightly pink, “she’s been talking about you all day.”

“that’s not true!” she struggles to be heard over his shoulder, “Hasan was! he said-“

he huffs, and she’s on the ground, a smile on her face so she obviously knows what she’s doing, Hasan kneeling in front of her: “I put clothes on your bed. go change.”

Amelie does a fake gasp, “But my pretty dress!” her face falls, crocodile tears on the horizon, “You don’t like my dress?”

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I like your dress. I chose it.” he tickles her side until she’s smiling and his voice drops, “We don’t want yucky pumpkin guts on your pretty dress, right Aimes?”

she gasps, a theatrical kid, “Pumpkin guts?! Yuck!” she giggles and he nods:

“Exactly. Hurry up, put it on and we’ll get carvin’, yeah?” and she nods and all but runs out of the room.

Hasan stands, his face pink like he’s embarrassed to show this soft side of him. “Sorry uh-c’mon, i’ll show you the kitchen. it’s not a long walk.” he snorts and jams the hat back over his head, a nervous habit of his youve slowly picked up on.

You follow closely behind, take the time to look at the walls as you pass. Hasan is sentimental, even if he insists he’s not; art work from school and library reading programs line the wall, her name carefully written in Hasan's unmistakable chicken scratch writing in the corner, her age next to it.

if a wall isn’t covered in her art work, it’s covered with the two of them: her on his lap, faces pressed together, dressed up for past halloweens in handmade costumes (Hasan's fingers covered in bandaids, obviously he stayed up countless days and hours to make them, to have her have a good halloween-)

“Short walk,” Hasan snorts, “Here.” and he pulls a wooden chair out for you to sit on as he shuffles to the kitchen.

“Okay, confession time.” he sighs, his hand rests on the bar to the fridge. “I have bad news and good news.”

you hold in a sigh, afraid the bad news is: i hate you and you’re only here because my kid sister loves you for some reason or we need to do this quick, i want you out-

“Go ahead.” you hope your voice sounds steady.

“So,” his head disappears in the fridge, appears with a large mason jar, “I had midterms, so i didn’t have time to make apple cider. we’re telling Ames this is homemade, she won’t know the difference.”

you snort out relief, a weight from your shoulders gone, “Homemade apple cider too? I thought you hated Autumn, Hasan.” you tease.

“i do!” he insists, “But Ames loves it, so unfortunately, that means i love it. It was our moms tradition so-“

there’s some weight there but it doesn’t sit, and instead you laugh and he comes back over with a smaller cup, mis matched form whats in his hand, of apple cider, warmed up, and hands it off to you:

“cheers.” he says gently and you smile back and clink the side of his cup gently, taking a sip.

Hasan chugs it back, wipes his hands on his jeans and goes to the stove, stirring something in a pot.

“What’s the good news?” you call back gently as you watch him in his element, a smile on his face as he stirs. He hasn’t said it, but you were hit in the face by the smell of chicken noodle soup, so it’s obvious that’s it.

“Hm?” he calls back, finally looking at you.

“you said good news and bad news,” you reason, turning the cup over in your hands, “so what’s the good news?”

he snorts, “good news?” his eyes travel to the ceiling, “Hm. good news i guess is your pick of two: my amazing homemade pumpkin seeds we make or my amazing homemade soup.”

you laugh, “i think my favorite thing about you is how modest you are.” you tease back gently.

“I’ve been told before.” he teases back again, “Oh! here.” he puts the spoon on top of a box of pasta to the side, pads over to you and grabs a shirt off the chair.

“I uh-so you don’t get your shirt fucked up when we’re carvin’.” and he seems nervous, as he gently passes it over, some over sized light blue dress shirt, “use it as a smock, or whatever. we take carving seriously here.”

and to hide his pink face, he beelines for the stove, occupies himself with it as you turn the shirt over in your hands.

it’s nice of him, very nice. the shirt you’re wearing is a program shirt from a library program you run, definitely not anything fancy, or anything s good wash wouldn’t get out-but it’s such a nice thought you unbutton it and slowly put your arms into it-

it smells like him.

minty, mostly. you’ve only had the smell of him linger briefly and not in a creepy way-like when you babysit Amelie late when he has a late project due, or he picks her up from a library program-he always pulls you in for this hug after, like you’re his long lost best friend or something, anything more-

Amelie comes running down the stairs, making hasan flinch, “Ames, if i have to take you to the hospital we won’t have time to carve pumpkins!” he reminds her gently.

she comes into the kitchen, obviously wearing one of his shirts, too big on her, is down to her knees, and long pajama bottoms, but has a large smile on her face.

“Nu uh, Hasan!” she teases, “we won’t cause i’m careful!”

she’s shaking her head so hair hits either side of her face.

“mhm.” he rolls his eyes he opens a drawer in the kitchen, “c’mere, you’re a mess. you’re gonna get hair all over my kitchen table.” but he says it with fondness in his voice, he disappears, kneeling on the floor and you can see his hands carefully work through her hair, put little rubber bands around her hair.

and she appears a second later, messy piggy tails now.

“Go sit down. Apple cider?” he asks, nudging her towards the table, where she flops down next to you.

a gasp. “Mhm!” her eyes narrow, “is it homemade?”

he rolls his eyes, “of course it’s homemade! what kind of monster do you think i am?”

and you look up at him and he winks at you as he takes a cup down and pours the juice into there.

“hopefully not a monster like the ones under beds!” Amelie gasps, eyes wide as she moves her hands around, now talking to you. “Hasan always checks for mon’sers under the bed before bedtime but he says he never finds any.”

Hasan tickles her side as he hands over the cup and she leans into it, giggling, as he speaks; “that’s right. cause monsters know not to mess with me.”

You bite your lip at how cute the two of them interacting is, but Amelie is standing on the chair, Hasan's hand hovering on her lower back, as she talks wildly with her hands about monsters.

“c’mon, Ames. Wanna help me carry pumpkins in?” she nods furiously, hops off the chair, and the two of you follow hasan to the front door, as he opens it, gently pushes to the front and hands Amelie her pumpkin first, it’s tiny and small, puts it in her hands:

“you got it, Ames?” he says gently, “careful.” he says as she slowly teeters to the kitchen table with the small pumpkin.

“i can carry yours.” you laugh, feeling like it’s the least you could do.

he snorts, “please. what kind of gentleman would i be?” and he turns around, two pumpkins under his arms, clearly struggling, “besides,you got your own to take care of.”

you stare wide eyed at him, because that’s so nice and not expected, thought you were coming over to watch and like, maybe help Amelie carve, not make your own.

you shut the front door and jog to his side, where Amelie is putting down old newspaper to cover the dining room table, “hasan,” you say gently, “you didn’t have to buy me one. lemme pay you back.”

he laughs. a hard laugh.

“I’m literally never going to take your fuckin’ money. besides, your practically part of the family, you got to at least participate in the competition, isn’t that right, Ames?” he says as he sets your pumpkin under newspaper, gently plays with Amelie’s hair.

“Mhm!” she agrees with whatever her big brother says.

“that’s nice of you,” you say gently, as hasan pulls your chair out again and has you sit down again, picks Amelie up by her armpits and sets her on the chair next to you. “i’m just-gonna feel so bad when i kick your butt in the competition.”

Amelie gasps and giggles, “Hasan always use to win against Mama.”

he puffs his chest out, wearing it with pride. “That’s right-“

“‘cept that one year-“

“ah!” Hasan says, face pink again as he gently has his hand over her mouth, “we don’t talk about that, remember, sunshine?”

she giggles and licks his hand so he pulls it away, fake horror, before he leans in and kisses her forehead.

“i’ll get the tools, gimme a second.”

and he pads to the stove, another stir of the soup, before going to a cabinet and pulling out a small orange nylon bag of tools.

“Alright, lemme get Ames set up real quick.” he’s at her side, picks her up by under her armpits and steals her seat, sets her on top of his lap as he passes her a permanent marker.

her tongue hangs out of the side of her mouth as she carefully draws a circle around the stem, caps it and hands it back.

“Good?” Hasan asks, picks up the kitchen knife carefully, waits until she nods for confirmation, and begins sawing around the stem in a circle, her hand on top of his as he slowly, carefully cuts the top off.

her hand immediately goes into the top, starts pulling the insides out, a fit of laughter.

hasan watches her fondly, hands over a permanent marker to you.

“you got this?” he teases gently and you roll your eyes in mock anger.

he watches you carefully the entire time, a smile on his face, as you draw the circle yourself, watches with a careful eye as you take the top off, but the seeds to the side.

he sets up across from you, eyes narrowed as he does the same, getting up occasionally to help Amelie with a seed she can’t reach or anything small like that-

“Go draw a face” hasan says as he passes her the marker again, grabs a bowl and carefully picks it apart to throw the seeds in.

Amelie is busy, humming to herself as she draw a face, that hasan absentmindedly comes to your side, grabs the seeds. “need help?” you ask gently, and he almost looks surprised for s second, as you’re moving without waiting for an answer, putting the seeds in.

“i gotta watch,” you tease gently, “learn the secret behind the homemade pumpkin seeds.”

he snorts, ducks his head as he pads to the sink, you in toe, and carefully wash them off, hands it back to you as you pat them dry and spread them on a cooking sheet.

“You gotta tell me the secret.” you tease again gently, “is it salt? or hm?” your eyes travel to the ceiling, where little paper bats, obviously homemade, hang up.

“the secret,” hasan indulges, voice low but wears a smirk, “is lots of cinnamon.”

you snap your fingers, “figures. i’ll be the judge of how amazing they are.” you tease.

“hasan makes the best pumpkin seeds,” Amelie calls, her face still on the pumpkin, “everyone knows that.”

he smiles, nudges you so you know he’s kidding, “That’s right, Ames. thank you, sunshine.”

you bite your lip to stop yourself from teasing him about this soft side, the nicknames, that only comes out when he’s talking to Amelie (or when he’s very excited) because you’ve mentioned it before and he pulls a face, eyebrows squished together, insists “i don’t have a soft side! I'm mean, even!”

“you’ll see.” he teases again, nudging you, “you’ll see you’ll see.” he hums.

hasan shoves the baking sheet into the oven once it beeps that it’s preheated, and pads back to the chair, Amelie in his lap as he carefully cuts out the face she made.

“Spooky, Ames.” he teases gently, “Spoooooky this year.” he holds out the ‘o’

“to keep the ghouls and ghosts away, hasan!” she insists, “like that story you read!”

He looks up and you’re looking at him confused and his face flushes pink, “just-just some silly bedtime story I read her is all.” he insists, and immediately tries to change the subject.

“Think you can handle this?” hasan teases you, hands you a marker again.

you roll your eyes, “i think i got it. i think you’re just scared, hm?”

he snorts, “Oh, you wish-“

“Oh ye of little faith,” you sigh, a smile on your lips, “You’ll see.”

hasan finishes first, the eyes are fucked up and crooked, but the mouth is good, scary even- promptly sets it next to Ames and pulls her onto his lap as he squishes his face against hers and tickles her, points out the little things he likes about hers (“the spooky eyes, sunshine’. ooh!”)

you finish and it’s well-not great, accidentally cut half an eye off, and the mouth is crooked, but hasan oohs and awes at it until your face is flushed pink, picks yours and his up and grabs a lighter off the table, shoves it into his pocket and leads you outside.

night has fallen in small town suburbia, the moon high in the sky, the street lights on and crickets chirp. Amelie sets her on the top step, takes the top off and accepts the tea light candle from hasan gently sets it in, and he does the same for yours and his, crouches and sets the wick, Amelie’s job to put the tops on back carefully.

hasan knocks into your hand accidentally as the three of you step backwards and ooh and awe over the spooky pumpkins, Amelie giggling wildly and running around about them.

hasan calls for dinner, Amelie racing in and he knocks shoulders with you, “for the record, i think you won.”

and your face flushes pink the entire time you stand in line behind Amelie, a small plastic bowl in your hand as hasan gently serves you the soup he made, follow him to the table and you eat quietly next to him (“delicious, hasan. really.” “I told you.” he teases back with a smirk and a wink)

the oven beeps and you help clean up the table as Amelie gets pajamas on, hasan serves a small bowl of pumpkin seeds and you three pad into the front room, where he puts on a charlie brown halloween, Amelie on his lap, half falling asleep.

it’s late, when it’s time to leave, and you’re trying to hand back the shirt (“keep it,” hasan laughs, “looks better on you, anyways.”) putting the coat he insists you wear, even though your house is literally in eyesight.

his coat is too big on you but he wraps Amelie up in a blanket on his hip, insists he walks you home, his hand keeps knocking into yours, clumsy the whole time.

you bother linger on your porch, until Amelie stirs, whimpers, a nightmare on the horizon as he says goodnight, promises to text you soon.

the entire time walking back all he can hear is the sing songy voice in the back of his head, yelling at him for being an idiot; should’ve kissed them. should’ve kissed them. should’ve kissed them. should’ve-

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