#bunny’s costume series

[bunnysarchive]

Let’s style Feyre Archeron in the Night Court!

while reading this series I always imagined the Night Court to be very desi inspired. lots of draping and airy flowing fabrics in a dark color palette - blues, purples, blacks, silvers and of course lots of crystals that emulate stars!

starting off strong with court fashion!! this is what I imagine Feyre wearing for CON visits and official business. incorporating rich fabrics, opulence and glamour, and that hint of sexy we know our High Lady (and Rhys) loves!

these are some “casual” outfits I envision Feyre would wear, we all know she loves some pants! here is where we embrace that desi inspiration! airy fabrics that flow, celestial embroidery, matching two piece sets! the works! the last picture in this group is almost exactly what I pictured reading ACOMAF when Feyre returns to the Spring Court from the Night Court for the first time! described as a “loose, slightly cropped top and flowy pants that gather at the ankles.”

accessories are where the stars really start to shine! casually I would think Feyre doesn’t accessorize to much, the quality of the fabrics she wears and craftsmanship speak for itself, but for more formal events our High Lady is definitely dripping in diamonds!!

possible wedding look? it really sucks we didn’t get a scene from Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding/mating ceremony, however I can totally see Feyre in something like this for her big day!

bonus!! Feyre’s Starfall look! when I saw this cape I nearly screamed! it’s exactly what i pictured when reading the Starfall chapter, expect in a bluish color not black!

ACOTAR series - High Lady of the Night Court: Feyre Archeron!

[fleariddenart]

I know I'm late to the party with this and the irony of that is not lost on me.

I feel like there are 2 types of twst events that being the more serious ones like Glorious Masquerade and the sillier ones like White Rabbit Fest. And my gosh I love both so much!

[franticvampirereads]

Here’s hoping I’ve packed my TBR with enough romances to keep me from doomscrolling too much this month. Here’s what I’m planning to read February:

Ship Wrecked -currently reading

Coffee Shop Cupid -currently reading

Lucky Dance Date

Therapy Game Restart vol 4

Bunny Hop Beau

Firework Flame

That Time I Got Drunk And Saved A Human

Costume Party Crush

Tinsel Time Treasure

The Two Lions

There might be a new release towards the end of the month that throw this whole TBR out the window, but we’ll have to wait and see! 😊

[casuallyanidiot]

More Yandere Nerd thoughts...

Dead Dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/ Noncon, stalking, yandere, mansplainer supreme, voyeurism, dumbification

Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.

Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.

Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.

Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.

Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?

Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.

Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.

"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"

He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?

[yanderenightmare]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI masterlist

Boss ! Bakugo going yandere for his helpful assistant:

♡ WANTS & NEEDS

Yandere captor ! Bakugou punishes darling for a crime she didn’t commit and then regrets it:

♡ WRONGLY PUNISHED ♡ FOLLOW-UP ASK

Darling uses sex as a coping mechanism:

♡ DARLING INITIATING SEX

Hero ! Bakugou x Villain ! Deku x childhood friend ! darling:

♡ REUNION

Cock descriptions:

♡ COCK

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

♡ SCARY YANDERE

Bully ! Bakugou creeps on his quirkless study partner:

♡ STUDY-SESSIONS

Bully ! Bakugo is scary and pushy and delusional:

♡ BAD GUY

Fuckfriend ! Bakugou turned yandere:

♡ BORING

Alpha ! Bakugou figures out why he bullies Omega reader:

♡ LESSON ♡ HEAT

Bully ! Bakugo series. He harasses the reader into a relationship:

♡ SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL ♡ TRUST ME

Boyfriend ! Bakugou headcanons:

♡ BOYFRIEND ! KATSUKI

Poly ! KiriBaku bullies cute darling:

♡ BAD INFLUENCE

Poly ! BakuDekuTodo x darling thirsts:

♡ BAKUDEKUTODO X DARLING ♡ BAKUDEKUTODO X DARLING ♡ POLY

Prince ! Bakugou x maid ! dalring:

♡ PRINCE x MAID

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

♡ BAKUGOU

Bully ! Bakugo x poor ! darling:

♡ IN CASE OF FIRE: PUSH ALARM ♡ IN THE TRAILER ♡ FOLLOW-UP ASK

Barbarian King ! Bakugo arranged marriage with princess ! darling:

♡ BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Yandere captor ! Bakugou reacting to pregnant darling:

♡ PREGNANT DARLINGS

Overworked and touch-starved Prohero ! Bakugou x girlfriend ! darling:

♡ ONE MORE TIME?

Yandere captor ! Bakugou with a darling who enjoys being his darling:

♡ DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING

Bakugou and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

♡ ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS

Yandere captor ! Bakugo x pet ! darling:

♡ PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡ AFTERMATH OF PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡ BRATTY PET-DARLING

Yandere captor ! Bakugou x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:

♡ EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

Yandere captor ! Bakugou wants captive darling to be willing:

♡ WILLINGLY OR NOT

Poly Proheroes ! BakuDeku blackmails criminal ! darling:

♡ STREET SCUM

Bully ! Bakugou redemption, being charming with darling and asking her out:

♡ GIRLFRIEND

Sheriff ! Bakugou harasses backpacking tourist:

♡ HIS TOWN, HIS RULES

Yandere captor ! Bakugou's need for intimacy:

♡ INTIMATE ACTIVITIES

Bakugou having a breeding kink for his crush:

♡ BREEDING KINK

Yandere captor ! Bakugou cleaning darling’s cuts after she tries killing herself:

♡ CUTS & BANDAGES

Childhood friend Bakugou and you have been stuck in a toxic relationship forever:

♡ NO ONE ELSE

Pro Hero ! Bakugou regrets not making you his before it was too late:

♡ MISERABLE

Bakugou's type:

♡ SUBMISSIVE DARLING

Alpha ! Bakugou mating his terrified Omega ! darling:

♡ Five Steps for Alphas Mating Omegas

Prohero ! Bakugou going yandere for childhood friend ! spy ! darling:

♡ EMPTY SHELLS

Poly wolf-boys ! BakuDeku with a bunny ! darling in heat:

♡ HEATED

Daddy ! Bakugou punishes his darling for not following her strict schedule:

♡ RULE BREAK

Yandere captor ! Bakugou x clumsy ! darling:

♡ CLUMSY DARLING

How yandere captor ! Bakugou punishes his darling:

♡ PUNISHMENTS

Sadistic yandere Bakugou chases you down after you escape:

♡ BEAR-TRAP

Poly ! KiriBaku are a toxic duo for poor captive ! darling:

♡ BAD COP/GOOD COP

Alpha ! Bakugou finally finding his rebel ! Omega ! mate:

♡ MUD

Prohero ! Bakugou lusting over his equally successful childhood friend:

♡ PROFESSIONAL

Yandere captor Bakugou with a depressive darling:

♡ MELANCHOLIA

Incel ! Bakugou kidnaps reader to be his sex-puppet:

♡ TOUCH

Bakugou smut alphabet:

♡ NSFW ABCs

Bakugo frustrate with his affection over this clueless moron:

♡ SCARY LOVE

Bakugou's darling puts on his hero costume:

♡ PLAYING DRESS-UP

Yandere captor Bakugou's likes cooking with his darling:

♡ HOBBIES

Yandere captor Bakugou's sleeping habits:

♡ SLEEPING HABITS

Bully ! Bakugou being heartbroken and desperately in love with you:

♡ HEARTBROKEN

Yandere captor Bakugou spanking reader:

♡ DADDY'S GIRL

Yandere captor Bakugou with tiny darling:

♡ PUFF

How Bakugou became yandere for his darling:

♡ YANDERE BEGINNINGS

Hermit forest-dweller ! Bakugou takes lost hiker ! darling captive:

♡ HERMIT

BNHA genderbender:

♡ FEM

Bakugou teaches you how to cum:

♡ STRUGGLE

Bully Bakugou kidnaps you during the purge:

♡ THE PURGE

Parole officer Bakugou accepts your bride:

♡ OUR LITTLE SECRET

Yandere captor Bakugou infantilizes darling:

♡ DADDY'S BABY

Captive reader rebels against yandere captor Bakugou:

♡ GONE WRONG

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

♡ FAMILY FUN

What type of hybrid he is:

♡ HYBRID

Sad and lonely stalker Bakugou:

♡ DRIVEN MAD

You and Bakugou survive under a collapsed building together:

♡ SHARED TRAUMA

Yandere Bakugou kidnapped quirkless reader:

♡ HYPOCHONDRIA ADJACENT ♡ PART TWO ♡ more thoughts

The Bakusquad discovers Bakugou's Omega Housewife:

♡ SECRET ♡ PREQUEL

BNHA boys as mythic creatures x darling:

♡ MYTHIC

Bakugou likes his hopeless classmate:

♡ COOKING CLUB

Jock bully Bakugou fucks nerdy reader:

♡ SECRET OBSESSION

Ghostface Bakugou:

♡ STRANGER

Yandere captor Bakugou hates and regrets what he's done to you:

♡ TIME & EFFORT

Bakugou as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

♡ SPLIT

Wolf hybrids Deku and Bakugou ravage poor bunny reader:

♡ PREY ♡ part two

Good yandere Bakugou traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

What Bakugou's like in bed:

♡ A SWITCH IN DENIAL

Inconsolable yandere Bakugou and Kirishima just wants you to love them:

♡ INCONSOLABLE

Boyfriend Katsuki's guilty pleasure:

♡ GUILTY PLEASURE

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist ♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist ♡ ALL masterlists

[pucksandpower]

Hi hi. Hope your taking care of yourself. I just want to ask on the grid kids series can i request the drivers being mistaken as grid baby's parents... like shes out with them where people dont know who they are and they get mistaken for being her parents. (you can choose any two drivers if u wanna write it)

Grid Kids: Mistaken Identities

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids learn that sometimes seeing two men with a baby can make people draw the wrong conclusions

Series Masterlist

Max and Charles: Disney Princes

“Why do I feel like we’ve bitten off more than we can chew?” Charles groans, adjusting the collar of his prince costume as they step into the magical world of Tokyo Disneyland.

Max smirks, tugging at his own princely garb. “Because you were easily swayed by a toddler. But why did I let the two of you drag me into this too?”

Your daughter skips ahead, twirling in her Cinderella dress, utterly delighted. “Princess!” She chirps, pointing to herself, and then at them, “Princes!”

Charles laughs, ruffling her hair. “Yes, yes, but remember, you owe me big time.”

Suddenly, a small horde of children swarm around Charles, their eyes wide with awe. “Prince Charming!” One of them squeals, reaching out to touch the hem of his outfit.

Max can’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, a hit with the kiddos already.”

Charles, looking mildly panicked but trying to keep his composure, kneels down, offering his best princely smile. “Hello, little ones. Are you enjoying your day at the castle?”

While Charles is surrounded, a couple approaches Max, eyes flickering between him, Charles, and your daughter. “You three make such a cute family! How long have you and your husband been together?”

Max chokes on his spit. “Oh, no, we��re not — I mean, he’s not — we’re her brothers, not fathers. And we’re definitely not together.”

The woman’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Oh! I’m so sorry. My mistake.”

Charles, now free from the throng of kids, joins in, “It’s alright. Happens a lot more than you would think.” He winks at your daughter, “This princess has a way of wrapping everyone around her finger so I can see the confusion.”

Max and Charles immerse themselves in the Disneyland experience, fully embracing their roles as makeshift royalty. They take pictures, go on rides, and even join your daughter for a tea party at Cinderella’s Royal Table.

While leaving, a staff member waves, “Goodbye, Prince Charming!”

Charles raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”

Max smirks, “Clearly, they meant me.”

Your daughter grins cheekily. “Both Princes. My Princes.”

Mick and Lance: Horsing Around

“Why is she covered in hay?” Lance looks down at your giggling daughter who has a spot of dirt on her nose and straw in her hair.

Mick picks her up, attempting to brush it off without much success. “Because someone wanted to roll around with the bunnies.”

She claps her hands together. “Bunny soft! And pony! I want pony!”

A farmer passing by overhears their conversation, a knowing smile on his face. “That's how it starts, you know?” He nods towards Mick and Lance, “My daughter wanted just one pony and now look around you — turned into this whole farm.” He chuckles, looking at your daughter with fondness, “Seems history is repeating with your little one. She’s clearly got her daddies wrapped around her finger already.”

Mick chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Oh, we’re not her dads. We’re her brothers. Just trying to spoil her a bit while we can.”

The farmer looks slightly surprised but grins, “Ah, my bad! You looked so domestic and I assumed. But a word of advice from someone who’s been through it … those little eyes? They’ll have a whole farm following you home if you’re not careful."

Lance nods in agreement, “She gets her charm from our mom.”

Your daughter, however, is undeterred. “Pony! Please, please, pony!”

Lance tries to be stern, “I don’t think Mom and Dad will let us get a pony.”

But her big eyes and pout should be illegal.

They cave instantly. “Okay, okay! We’ll see what we can do,” Mick promises.

As they head home, Mick turns to Lance, “You realize we can’t actually get her a pony, right?”

But Lance just smirks. “Watch me.”

***

Later that evening, you’re sipping tea when a rather unexpected sound catches your attention.

Neighhh.

You rush to the window, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

Lance meets your eyes sheepishly, “So ... we might’ve made a tiny impulsive decision ...”

Mick is holding a bedazzled harness belonging to the animal in question, “Tiny? It’s not exactly a chihuahua.”

Your daughter rushes to you, grinning from ear to ear. “Look, Mommy! Pony!”

You sigh deeply, “I leave you two in charge for a few hours and apparently we now own a pony?”

Mick shrugs, “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Lance adds, “We just couldn’t say no to her!”

You laugh, pulling them both into a hug with your daughter sandwiched between. “You boys are impossible. When did you become such softies?”

“Just following in your footsteps,” Mick smirks. “You know, spoiling the ones we love."

Lance nods, “Guess it runs in the family.”

Lando and George: Busy Bees

“Is she ready?” Lando asks while leaning over to check his face paint in the mirror.

George adjusts his fake antennae headband. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this.”

Your daughter runs in from behind them, flapping her tiny bee wings with a big smile on her face. “Bzzz! Bzzz!”

Lando laughs, “Look at you, the cutest little bee in the hive!”

He then whispers to George, “At least we match.”

George groans, “Yeah but did we really have to be flowers? It’s bad enough that she’s got me trick-or-treating for the first time in twenty years.”

As they set out, the trio attracts many admiring glances, especially when your daughter toddles up to houses, holding out her little bucket and adorably attempting a “Trick or treat!”

At one house, an older lady opens the door, gasping with delight. “Oh my! What a beautiful little family! You and your husband have done such a wonderful job. Your daughter’s costume is simply adorable!”

George’s cheeks flush under his floral face paint, “Oh, uh, we’re not a couple. We’re her brothers!”

Lando waves his hands, “Yeah! No couple here, just brothers. He’s too annoying to date anyway.”

The lady looks slightly taken aback but quickly recovers. “Oh, my apologies! It’s just so rare to see two young dads out and about. Anyways, here you go, little bumblebee.” She drops a handful of candy into your daughter’s bucket.

The night continues with more misidentifications, George and Lando taking it in stride but also bickering about who gives off more of a dad vibe.

George pokes Lando, “I told you, dressing as matching flowers makes it look like we’re together.”

Lando rolls his eyes, “You’re just embarrassed because Mrs. Thompson from three houses down thought we were a couple.”

George grins, “Well, maybe if someone didn’t m insist on holding my hand to guide me ...”

Lando splutters, “That was to stop you from tripping over a pumpkin in the dark! Besides, look, she’s having the time of her life.”

Your daughter just continues her “bzzing,” happily collecting candies and compliments.

When they return home, a mountain of treats in tow, your daughter shows off her loot with pride.

Sebastian greets them at the door, laughing as he sees their costumes. “Looking good there!”

George mumbles, “At least we’re on brand.”

Lando grins, “Exactly! Team Bee for the win!”

Your daughter, energy not even slightly dimmed, runs up and hugs Sebastian, “Daddy! Bzzz!”

Sebastian chuckles, “My little bee. Did you have fun with your brothers?”

She nods vigorously, “Bzzz!”

You shake your head in amusement. “Alright, my buzzing bee, time for bed. And you two,” you point at George and Lando, “thanks for being such good sports. Even if you did look ridiculous.”

George and Lando are already on their way to raid your vanity for makeup wipes. “Anything for our little bee,” Lando says with a wink.

The Parents and the “Parents”

Charles runs a hand through his hair, “So, Y/N, Seb ... you won’t believe how many times Max and I have been mistaken for a couple when we’re out and about.”

“Yeah,” Max chimes in, “apparently we give off strong young dads in love vibes.”

Lance sighs dramatically, “Don’t even get me started! Mick and I took her to the park a few days ago and this lady actually asked how long we’ve been married and when we adopted her.”

Mick nods, “She even recommended a couples’ yoga class for us. Said it helped her and her wife reconnect for personal time during parenthood.”

Lando, trying to stifle a giggle, pipes up, “George and I were given a book called The Ultimate Guide for Gay Dads by our new neighbor. She said it really helped her son and his husband.”

George gestures wildly, “We even got invited to the local dads’ weekly barbecue. I think we’re honorary members now.”

You burst out laughing, “Oh my god, I can’t breathe! This is priceless.”

Sebastian chuckles, “I think it’s sweet that our daughter has so many loving dads. We’re setting a new norm here.”

Max grins, “I always knew I had a paternal side.”

Charles nudges him, “More like you just can’t bring yourself to say no to her.”

Lance admits, “That’s true. Is this a good time to apologize for the pony in your backyard again?”

Everyone turns to look at Mick, who shrugs, “She has the best puppy eyes, okay?”

“It’s a gift really,” George agrees. “I tried to do the same face to Lando to get the last slice of pizza but all he did was laugh at me.”

Lando retorts, “That’s because your puppy eyes looked more like you were constipated.”

Suddenly, the laughter is interrupted by a small voice. Your daughter toddles into the room, holding a toy race car in one hand and a doll in the other. “Why do you all have funny faces?” She asks, her innocent eyes widening.

Sebastian picks her up and sits her on his knee, “Well, little racer, we were just talking about how sometimes people think that your brothers are your dads.”

She scrunches her face in confusion, “But that’s silly! They’re still your babies too. How can they be dads?”

You laugh, “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. They definitely still act like children sometimes.”

The six indignant whines of “we do not” you get in return don’t really do much to help their case.

But you love your kids anyway. All seven of them.

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Chinese hanfu of moon goddess chang'e嫦娥 who lives in guanghangong广寒宫/ guanghan palace (meaning the cold and spacious palace) on the moon. The styling and makeup are often inspired by the chang'e from the costume drama journey to the west (1986 version) and referenced classic chinese paintings. Chang'e flying to the moon is a household story in china. That's why China named its lunar probe series chang'e.

In addtition to chang'e, the looks of yutu玉兔/jade rabbit and guihuajing桂花精/sweet osmanthus spirit are also popular choices for chinese hanfu on mid-autumn festival. Jade rabbit is the pet of chang'e who makes 长生不老药chang sheng bu lao yao/elixir by grinding and smashing herbs every day, and if one takes the elixir, one'll live forever and become immortal (that's the story of yu tu dao yao玉兔捣药/jade rabbit grinding herbs). And guihuajing/sweet osmanthus spirit involves another story about the moon, wu gang fa gui吴刚伐桂/wu gang chopping osmanthus tree.

Wu Gang is a man who wants to learn the secret of immortality but doesn't want to put in the effort. His laziness angers the Jade Emperor, who punishes him by sending him to the moon palace to cut down the osmanthus tree every day, and he can go back to the earthly world when he's finished. It turns out that every time he cuts down the tree, the osmanthus tree automatically recovers its original shape, so wu gang's work will never be finished. According to the story, he cuts down the tree to this day, as a neighbor of chang'e. So his desire to live immortal was realized in an outrageous way lmao (the wisdom of jade emperor). However the chinese myths never says how wu gang and chang'e were related or how they get along, if they ever chatted or anything like that. We only know they are neighbors.

It's funny that no one has ever dressed up as wu gang on the zhongqiu/Mid-Autumn Festival, probably because he doesn't have a specific image or people think he is nobody and don't care about him, and I think it would be especially fun if someone dressed up as a wu gang standing next to chang'e holding an axe as her bodyguard.

In short, yutu and guihuajing are often represented with elements of bunny, osmanthus flowers, and mooncakes respectively, and the colors are usually sunrise orange or bright yellow, many with a distinct xianxia仙侠 style. There are also some historical styles as well.

[simplygojo]

Costume Party I - Toji Fushiguro

Author's Note: Hi friends! I hope you guys enjoy this mini series! I allways gotta start these with Toji for some reason...I just think he knows how to fuck if ya know what I mean...anyways, ENJOY!!

The only Kinktober request I am accepting are from my Kinktober Prompt List, thank you <33

Alsoooo Happy Thanksgiving weekend to my fellow Canadians out there, remember to be thankful and to recognize the land we are on.

Pairing: Toji Fushiuro x f!reader

Kinks: Semi-Public Sex, Mirror Kink

Word Count: 1.7K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand; @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, light choking, fingering, aggressive sex, alcohol use.

The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived.

Music thumped through the walls, loud enough to feel in your chest, and the crowd inside buzzed with excitement and laughter.

You'd barely had time to throw on your costume after rushing home from work, but you knew Toji was waiting for you inside—dressed as a fox, of all things.

You smirked to yourself, adjusting the bunny ears perched on your head and smoothing your hands over the scandalously tight bodysuit you wore.

The outfit was borderline obscene—the kind of thing that left little to the imagination: black, lacy, and hugging every curve.

The fishnets and heels only made it worse—or better, depending on who you asked.

Your heart raced a little as you entered the venue, scanning the room for him. It didn’t take long. Toji stood in the corner, leaning casually against the bar, a drink in hand.

His dark eyes were glued to you the second you walked through the door. His costume wasn’t as elaborate as yours, just a black T-shirt and jeans, with a fox mask pushed up on his head.

But even in something so simple, he looked ridiculously good.

His tall, muscular frame and the sharp lines of his face made him stand out in any crowd.

But it wasn’t his looks that made you grin. It was the way his entire body went rigid the moment his eyes landed on you.

You could see the flicker of shock, the heat that followed as his gaze raked over you, lingering on the curves of your breasts, your hips, and those impossibly long legs wrapped in fishnets.

You saw the exact moment he realized just how hard he was getting, and you bit your lip to hide a smirk as he subtly shifted, trying to adjust himself.

He lifted his drink to his lips, trying to act casual, but his eyes were glued to you, dark and hungry.

You made your way over to him, hips swaying more than necessary, loving the way his jaw clenched as you got closer.

“Nice ears,” you teased, trailing a finger along the fake fox tail hanging off his waistband. “You here to hunt bunnies?”

Toji's nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a thrill straight to your core.

"You should be careful, princess," he muttered, voice rough.

"Foxes eat bunnies for breakfast."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear.

"Is that a promise?"

His grip on his drink tightened, and you could see the strain in his muscles, how much he was holding back.

It was delicious. And you weren’t done teasing him just yet.

Throughout the night, you made sure to stay close enough for him to watch, but far enough to drive him crazy.

You danced with other people, laughed at the bar, making sure to catch his gaze every time you bent down to adjust your heels or flipped your hair over your shoulder.

Toji’s eyes followed you everywhere, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of his glass, jaw clenched so hard it looked like he might break his teeth.

It wasn’t long before you saw him break.

The last straw was probably when you 'accidentally' brushed up against him, your ass pressing right into his lap as you leaned over the bar.

The way he cursed under his breath, hands clenching at his sides, sent shivers down your spine.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowd, his movements determined, almost rough.

You barely had time to react before he was dragging you into a dimly lit bathroom at the back of the venue, locking the door behind him.

“Toji—” You started, but your words were cut off as he spun you around, pressing your back against the cold tile wall.

His body caged you in, the heat from him radiating through his clothes. The hard line of his erection pressed against your stomach, and you bit back a moan.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night?” His voice was low, almost a growl, as he gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Walkin’ around in that tiny little costume, fuckin’ teasing me. Y’think I wouldn’t notice?”

You smirked, hands sliding up his chest.

“Oh, I knew.”

That was all the confirmation he needed.

With a groan, he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he was starving.

His hands were rough, needy as they roamed over your body, squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, sliding up to your chest as he shoved the fabric of your bodysuit down to expose your breasts.

You gasped as he bent down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

His hand slid between your thighs, cupping your heat through the thin fabric, feeling how wet you already were for him.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your skin, pushing your bodysuit aside and slipping a finger into you.

“Already this wet, huh? You really are a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

His words sent a shock of arousal through you, and you bucked your hips, desperate for more.

Toji chuckled darkly, adding another finger, stretching you as he pumped them in and out at a torturous pace.

“Please,” you whimpered, grinding against his hand.

“Please, what?” He murmured against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath your ear.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Toji,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Just please fuck me.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Toji growled, pulling his finger out and spinning you around to face the mirror hanging above the sink.

His eyes gleamed darkly as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back just enough so you were forced to look at yourself.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he pressed his body against yours, his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“You see what you do to me?”

You could barely manage a response, your breath coming in shallow gasps as your eyes met his in the reflection.

The sight of yourself bent over, Toji’s broad frame towering behind you, only heightened the dizzying pleasure coursing through your body.

Without warning, he thrust into you, burying himself deep with one rough motion. You cried out—loud, your eyes fluttering shut, but he wasn’t having it.

“Nuh-uh. Eyes open,” he demanded, tugging your hair harder, forcing your gaze back to the mirror.

“I want you to watch yourself while I ruin you.”

His hips snapped against yours, setting a punishing pace, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Your hands clutched the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as you struggled to keep upright.

The intensity of the moment—the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his rough grip kept you exactly where he wanted you—had your body shaking.

“Toji—” You gasped, eyes fixated on the image in the mirror, watching the way your body jolted with every thrust.

His cock pounded into you relentlessly, your skin hot, sweat beading along your brow.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat, gripping just tight enough to make your head spin.

“Look at how desperate you are. So fuckin’ wet for me.”

You moaned in response, the sound catching in your throat as he squeezed just a little harder.

The sight of yourself, cheeks flushed, lips parted in helpless pleasure as Toji took you from behind, was almost too much to handle. You could feel him pushing deeper into you, your walls stretching more than they ever had.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.

For a split second, the reality of where you were crashed over you—a public bathroom, at a party, with Toji fucking you senseless.

The knock came again, harder this time, followed by an impatient voice.

“Hey, someone in there?”

You barely had time to process the interruption before Toji let out a low, dangerous growl.

He didn’t stop his movements, he continued to fuck you just as hard, just as deep, as he glared at the door.

“Fuck off,” he barked, his voice harsh, filled with irritation. “Busy.”

The person outside hesitated, clearly taken aback by his tone, but Toji was already refocused on you, slamming his hips harder into yours.

The knot of pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you as his cock filled you to the hilt with every thrust, your body trembling under the pressure.

His hand slid back to your clit, fingers rubbing tight, teasing circles, bringing you to the edge of oblivion.

“C���mon, baby,” Toji rasped, his breath hot against your ear.

“Cum for me. Show me how much you like watching me fuck you in front of that mirror.”

The words alone were enough to send you spiralling.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm ripped through you, every muscle tensing, your vision going white with the intensity of it.

Your body clenched around him, and Toji groaned deeply, his grip on your waist tightening as he thrust into you harder, chasing his own release.

With a final, guttural growl, Toji buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you completely.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, your body shaking from the aftershocks, Toji’s forehead resting against the back of your neck as you both caught your breath.

“Fuck…” He muttered, a smirk pulling at his lips as he finally loosened his grip on you, pulling out slowly.

His hands lingered on your hips, the possessive touch making your heart race all over again.

You glanced up at the mirror one last time, meeting his dark, satisfied gaze.

“You really do know how to make a scene,” you teased, voice breathless.

Toji chuckled, leaning down to press a rough kiss to the side of your neck.

“You love it.”

[sl-ut]

more college!abby hcs!!

bc it’s been wayyy too long

series masterlist

one thing about my girl is that she is a RIDE!!! OR!!! DIE!!!

and i mean it

like "wdym ur my baby's opp and ur holding the door open for me??? kys"

except abby would never say that to someone bc shes so serious ab that kind of stuff

she scolds her girl if she makes a joke about wanting to off herself

she's literally so mentally stable

at the slightest hint of sadness she's calling her therapist

also kinda sounds like an asshole bc she's so usually so level headed she's just like "u mean ur anxious? aw it's okay baby u don't gotta be"

likes driving/walking her gf to class whenever she can

sometimes changes her gym schedule around her girl's morning classes

ik i said abby isn't a big partier but once she and her girl are she really likes goin to certain ones with her girl bc they're so fun

still not all the time but every once and a while

some of her friends/teammates loves her gf bc she's more out of her shell when she's there

like the idea of going to theme parties with her omffffff

she's def ON TOP of getting you guys matching fits

she def picks such fboy costumes tho like its so funny

like she's a firefighter and her gf is a dalmation, she's hugh hefner and her girl is a playboy bunny, she's herc and gf is meg

literally any reason to wear something tight and show off her muscles

sometimes she likes to be the girly one too tho

but again she loves the super common ones bc she's such a jock sometimes bless her heart

loves manhandling her gf

like literally throwing that bitch around

she just forgets how strong she is

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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[respectthepetty]

petty, are there any examples of the black x white dynamic where the top is one who’s white-coded for a change?

WAIT! Pause, Anon! I don't think I can answer this question because I believe you are discussing two different things:

Color-coded characters

My wild ass theory

Color-Coded Characters

There are black x white coded characters in TV series and films that represent different concepts throughout the narrative. They could represent that one character is closed-off and guarded (or mean) while the other is more open and honest (aka nice).

Or the black and white could also represent bad versus good.

But whatever the black and white dynamic represents depends on the story since the colors are there to support the narrative and its themes.

However, I think you are blending color-coded characters with my wild ass theory.

My Wild Ass Theory

For the last year or so, I've collected over three hundred promotional images that I believe show an intentional creative decision to present QL actors in a stereotypical seme/uke dynamic through the use of the black x white color dynamic. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Bonus, Future Pair?

And we often use the seme/uke terms interchangeably with top/bottom (activo/pasivo) AND dom/sub even though all those terms have different meanings, but that's not what this post is about.

This is why I was surprised by Gemini and Fourth's costumes on The Mask Singer Soulmate since I believe it adds weight to my wild ass theory that this black/white (yin yang) dressing is an intentional creative decision to maintain pair branding and uphold seme/uke dynamics.

So it's difficult for me to answer your question since I think you are asking about two different things.

My Answer

You want to know if there is a character who is the bottom but colored black and if there is a character who is the top but colored white.

I can't really answer that because, usually, in a show, the colors aren't being used to tell position preferences. They are being used to tell something about the characters' personalities or highlight the story's themes.

However, Wandee Goodday's OST did intentionally and explicitly state (through colors and actual positions) that the main characters were vers.

The show, which was directed by Golf who is non-binary and trans, also played with the dom/sub dynamic by making the boxer a bunny and the doctor a tiger.

The author of Wandee Goodday is also the same as To Be Continued, and we also saw this dynamic play out in the show with the doctor being a tiger and the actor being the bunny.

And, once again, because we tend to (incorrectly) use dom/sub and top/bottom interchangeably, the tiger could be seen as the top if you are the woman from the Taiwanese BL Unknown.

However, the colors alone won't tell us which character in a TV series is the top and who is the bottom in a relationship, but, sometimes, shows do tell us in other ways and use the colors to highlight it.

Hopefully, this made sense. I just want to make it clear that my wild ass theory does not transfer to characters in TV shows. My wild ass theory is based on the actors and the creative teams behind their branding.

But . . .

I will leave you with the one branded pair in my wild ass theory that consistently plays color games.

[bloodibambiidoll]

Masterlist

All works are 18+ minors and blank blogs will be blocked!!

Steddie:

The Pull - Steddie x Succubus!Reader masterlist (complete)

You’ve been alone for as long as you can remember, floating around for decades and moving from place to place, never letting anyone close. But that all changes when you decide to move to Hawkins Indiana. You were expecting a quiet life in a small town, but that all changed when you arrived and immediately sensed them.

All You Have To Do Is Ask - Steddie x Reader

Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

Steve Harrington:

American Idiot - King!Steve x GothFem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Jones and Leia - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting.

Opposites Attract Masterlist - y2k!Steve Harrington x MallGoth!Reader (ongoing)

This is a series of one shots/blurbs about Steve and his goth girlfriend in the early 00s. This AU is a collaboration with @reidsbtch you can find the masterlist for her y2k!Eddie x Girli!Reader Here.

Spider Lilly (part 1) - Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. (Soulmate AU)

Eddie Munson:

See You Again - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Being Weird Is Cool Masterlist - SingleDad!Eddie x SingleMom!Reader (Ongoing)

When your late aunt leaves you her house in Hawkins you see it as a chance at fresh start and move there with your son. You didn’t expect to meet a caring metal head with kind eyes and his spitfire daughter. You didn’t expect to fall in love. You didn’t expect to find a family.

Cat and Mouse - Perv!Eddie x Perv!FemReader

Eddie thinks you are innocent and oblivious to all the pervy things he does behind your back, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re fully aware. Not only that, but you like it, and you just might be a bit of a perv yourself.

You’ll Never Be A Burden - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

When you can’t get out of bed, answer your phone, or shake the feeling of hopelessness your boyfriend is there to reassure you that he will always be there for you no matter what.

Best Mates - FuckBoy!Alpha!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Omega!Reader

You’ve always been in love with your bestfriend, you never thought anything would ever come of it until you present as an omega and he spends your heat with you.

Licking his boots (blurb)

Halloween moodboard masterlist

[turcott3]

don’t wanna be saved

trevor zegras x fem! reader

warnings?: smut, unprotected sex, choking, domination, spanking, orgasm denial, cursing

happy kinktober mini series!!

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“i saw you trevor, i did.” you joke, slamming your bedroom door shut as he sat down on your bed.

“you saw me what?”

“flirting with that one girl, dressed like a slut.” you lie, wanting to get a rise out of him.

“y/n, what the fuck are you talking about.”

“no point in lying about it babe, i saw you talking to her, that other bitch dressed as fucking what’s her face- a playboy bunny.”

“now you know damn fucking well that’s a lie.” he responds, his tone heightening in annoyance.

“you don’t have to hide it from me trevor, i know it happened.” you say walking toward him slowly.

“i didn’t fucking talk to any other girl except you, you’re gonna fucking accuse me of trying to talk to someone?” he continues as you lower yourself onto his thigh.

“it’s okay, i’m not mad.”

“yeah well i fucking am,” he says, making harsh eye contact with you, your arm grabbing onto his other thigh as you leaned in, pressing seductive kisses to his jawline as you grinded your wet heat onto his thigh. your wetness soaking through your costume that was quite literally just lingerie, shedding the angel wings when you walked through your front door.

“gonna fuck yourself on my thigh like a whore huh?” he asks lowly, his hand finding its way to your ass, smacking it harshly instantly stinging your skin, a moan involuntarily leaving your mouth at the action as you sped up.

“fuck.” you whine, your head crashing on his shoulder as he helped you grind back and forth.

“uh uh, no more.” he says, holding your hips to a stop.

“but why.” you whine.

“because i said so, now take this shit off and lay down.” he says lightly pushing you off of him as he stripped himself of his costume, carefully watching you as you climb into bed.

“no, get on all fours.” he says, a shift in his tone noted in your brain. you do so without hesitation, not willing to fight with him, especially now.

you waited for a moment before you felt his cock slam into you, a borderline scream leaving your throat.

“oh my god.” you sigh, feeling an odd sense of relief.

“so fucking tight.” he grunts behind you as he begins to thrust in and out of you at a quick pace, the skin of your ass stinging as his hips snapped against yours, his hands gripping and slapping harshly on your ass cheeks every few moments.

“so fucking bad.”

“fuck trevor.” you moan, before you feel him lean over, his hand wrapping around your throat, two fingers pressing lightly on pressure points. with his other arm carefully around your torso he pulled you flush against his front side, his cock still pumping in and out of you at an unbearable pace. your hands found their way to his arm, gripping tightly onto it as he continued his quick and rough rhythm, your moans bucking with every thrust.

“you’re s-so big, fucking me so good.” you whine.

“good, glad you know what you have.” he sternly replies, shoving you back down to the bed after pulling out of you quickly. you roll over slowly before he pulls you by your ankles closer to him.

“love it when you fuck me like this trev.” you moan as he dives back into you, his hands on either side of your head as you locked eyes, his cock stretching you out at a deeper angle than before.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you moan, feeling your orgasm creeping closer.

“getting so tight huh? gonna cum for me?” he teases and you nod, almost instantly feeling empty after your simple gesture.

“trevor.” you whine, realizing how quickly he pulled out of you after you said yes.

“fuck no, not after the way you acted.” he replies.

“baby please, i’m sorry. i know i was lying, i know you didn’t do it. please trevor please. i just wanna cum while you’re fucking buried inside me. please i’ve been waiting all night for this. i’m sorry, please forgive me.” you beg lightly, thoughts running through his eyes.

“are you done?” he lands on an answer, his face running flat.

“what?”

“are you done fucking whining?”

“yes.” you reply, annoyed at the way he responded, usually him reacting more.

“promise you won’t lie about me talking to other girls anymore?”

“i promise.”

“okay, glad we got that settled, now sit up.”

“what, wait why?”

“because i fucking said so? now sit up and come over here.” he demands before you sit up on your knees and crawl to the end of the bed.

“finish it off.” he says, referring to his hard cock that hung in front of your face. you roll your eyes in defeat as you take him into your hand, your thumb running carefully over the head, low grunts leaving his mouth.

you took him carefully into your mouth, him gathering your hair behind your head so he could lock eyes with you as you took all of his length, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“fuck, i’m close.” he groans as you bob your head quicker, your hands assisting you.

“take it out, i wanna see my cum all over your pretty face.” he smirks, and you do so, him twitching in your hand, spilling his milky climax all over your face just as he wanted.

after all, it was anything he wanted. he was in charge in the bedroom, and that was the most arousing thing about him.

“you’ve been a good girl y/n, very good girl.” he says as you scrape your face clean of his mess and sucking it off your fingers.

“does that-“ you start and your cut off by his lips latched onto yours for the first time since you got home. he pushed you lightly back onto the bed, lips still connected, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“don’t get your hopes up princess.” he smirks, kissing you one last time before getting off the bed and grabbing a towel.

“i’m showering.” he says, shutting the bathroom door, leaving you to your own devices as you groan in sexual frustration.

fucking trevor.

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[multch]

Pig Mask.

Hoffman x Reader [18+] CW: Suggestive content\ Drinking\ Implies Hoffman is here for a job\ afab Reader

It's Halloween and it's the reader's first time at a kinkclub were they run into a mysterious man- dressed head to toe in full black with an interesting pig mask covering their face..

Oh curious stranger, what brought you here?

Tonight is cold and the streets in this part of town run wild. You never found a reason in particular to celebrate Halloween- it was the race for discounted chocolate afterwards which you found more amusing. Never did you expect yourself to have heels on the pavement below you and an ID in your hand on a Thursday night yet here you were. 

Barely dressed at 11:35 outside a hardly discreet looking kinkclub.

If it wasn't for the line of skimpy costumes, animal heads and ghost masks waiting in line- Sure, any observer would have mistaken it for just a simple bar; however, it was far from that…

After a week of whining, your friends managed to finally drag you out of bed and out of your shell. God had it been ages since your last relationship! They pestered. 

They weren't wrong… However, there's only so much a girl can do when her last partner was as much of a train wreck as they were. What are you supposed to do when your “sweetheart” manages to cheat on you 6 times before you even realized!

Safe to say, all you knew after that was the day-to-day work, eat, aggressively binge watch netflix just to eat again and sleep.

No doubt- if you were desperate you could've handled yourself but I guess the look of all the sleepless nights you held under your eyes finally broke your besties because god where they relentless.

Practically pushing you out the door, you had spent the hour prior having costumes thrown at you, glitter getting everywhere and successfully having your face beat half to death.

You wore a black silk bikini top, a pleated mini skirt and lacy rabbit ears.

Anyone could've mistaken you for a hooker but you're not. You were a sexy little playboy bunny. Duhhhh!

*

Carefully managing yourself down the steps, you find yourself amidst a crowd of too many people leaving no room between them for Jesus. You understood this club was sexual but you could have never anticipated seeing it to this extent. The room was open with a hallway breaking off to a series of rooms you’d expect people to use but the sheer velocity of makeout sessions against the ignored doors made you second guess their purpose. Towards the back were shelves of bright coloured bottles with a group of seemingly regular swingers sitting in a pack and enjoying a couple drinks. There were staff openly walking around with protection and… toys.. but they were hard to see amongst the dense crowd of creepy rubber masks. You were beginning to sweat like a hooker in church from so many crude acts. So many people grinding and grabbing made you subconsciously wander over towards the less rowdy bar near the back- ignoring a few wild requests with each step closer.

Keeping your head low to avoid your eyes accidentally meeting the sudden sight of an exhibition, you sat down- waving down the bartender for a fruity cocktail to ease your nerves

Beside you sat a larger (almost threatening) man dressed head to toe in black tactical gear with a matted and grimy pig mask concealing his face. He had a cold whisky in front of him. You kind of wanted him to take a sip so you could see his face yet still, he didn't. You had no way of seeing where his eyes landed in the room but you could tell his focus was anywhere but at his drink as he perched like a stone statue staring out into the crowd.

After some contemplating, curiosity finally caught the cat. You shuffled one seat over and saw his head turn from the crowd to your attention.

“Got a partner out there I’m guessing?” you chuckled.

“Who in their right mind would go here if they could do it at home?” he joked. Wow! You thought. In shock at his sass, yes, but more at the low growl of his voice. You could care less about his face now. You could already tell he was HOT.

“What's up with the mask?” 

“What's the deal with the ears?” he mocked.

He turned back to lift and gently swivel his drink. 

You look back at him. He looked back at you. 

The silence would have almost been uncomfortable if it wasn't for the audible sounds of moaning coming from the other side of the room making it impossible to take this situation seriously. Exhabitionists.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then sighed. “You haven't been here before have you?”

“How did you know?” You questioned.

“You don't exactly look like… a regular..” he answered. Clearly.

It took you a couple seconds to understand what he was suggesting. 

No, you didn't look like a regular. 

You couldn’t understand if he was talking about substance abuse in this part of town- cheap thrills with lifelong side effects your friends had already chewed your ear off about- or if it was your costume. A few people wore similar outfits yet the majority of this club consisted of bulky character heads or people holding one beside them as they practically got their mouths chewed off by a partner..

Shaking his head, he proceeded to lift his mask up above his chin and take a long sip of his now room-temperature glass of whiskey.

You stared at his lips as they pressed against the glass. They were plump enough to make you wonder if they would feel soft against your own. How they would feel along your skin. How they would feel sucking deep on your- No! You fought back.

Dirty thoughts were one thing but imagining having sex with the person sitting right next to you is crossing a line!

“Take a photo, it'll last longer” he chuckled, placing the glass back on the bench.

You hadn't realized how long you had spent gazing at his lips that when he finally spoke, it almost made you jump out of your seat.

“Ah! Sorry it's just… I haven't seen who I'm talking to,” You blurt out, “your face..”

You couldn't see his eyes but you knew just then that he was staring right into yours.

“Good thing you’re not going to,” he sighed, “You should learn the rules around here before you fall in- girly, if you wanna see who someone is- you better be taking them to bed tonight..”

The flush that fell over your face was laughable! Bright pink and at a loss for words, The man decided he’d answer the question painted- no, stained across your shocked face…

“Comin’ here dressed in nothing but a pair of ears is risky, lucky you found me in time.”

“In.. time?” you repeated, mumbling.

“Waltzing in here declaring you’re free meat, the wrong asshole could’ve swept you off your feet and done God-knows-what to you,” he groaned, “I’m Mark.”

You sat there, wide eyed and more flushed than ever, “Y\n” you breathed. 

You sat beside Mark for a brief moment. The constant sounds of sex and small talk felt like it had finally drowned out as a new wave of confidence overcame you. This was your chance. You shifted in your seat to try to close some of the space between the two of you. 

Were you rusty at this, obviously! But you decided to consider the sheer quantity of romance movies you watched like gospel to be ‘training’. This was going to be a cake walk, you believed.

The black, lacey rabbit ears you had been wearing hit this side of his drink with a loud clink! as you slid them down the bench.

“I wouldn’t mind a little fool around if it meant I could see the man behind this mask of yours..” This was super forward. More than usual but you couldn’t shake the yearning of your own curiosity. You had to see what he was hiding under that mask- maybe even under that tight shirt too.

He let out a quick grunt. Watching the gears turn in his head, you looked up at him through your lashes. He seemed to struggle under your gaze a little.

“Look, Bunny- I just can’t. I’m not here for that tonight,” sighed Mark, “You’re a tempting little thing but I’m supposed to be on the lookout for something a little… different..” Just your luck! you were upset to say the least. Your first time hitting on someone since you and your ex broke up and you get rejected. 

You gesture over the bartender, at least with a drink maybe you’d feel a little less embarrassed. 

You ask for an old fashioned. Before you can pay and leave, his deep husky voice speaks up, “Add it to my tab”

*

You get your drink and turn your chair to thank him but what meets you instead is a surprise.

Expecting a ratty pig mask, you meet two dark eyes gazing back at you. His eyelashes were low and seductive. His jaw stubbly and defined. His lips just as plump and round yet you now notice the long scar stretching along the side of his face once shrouded in darkness, Wow.

You were now just as curious as ever.

The sound of an abrupt low and grouchy cough snaps you back to reality. “Y\n was it?... I might be a bit.. preoccupied at the moment but that doesn’t mean I wont find the time to teach a newbie like you,” whispered Mark, “Meet me here tomorrow, same time, same place and I’ll teach you what this club really is all about..” He leapt up off his chair and grabbed the black duffle laying at his feet, walking off and disappearing into the crowd. The black mess of hair on his pig mask being the last you see of him. If it wasn't for sex, what could a man like him want from a place like this?

[oneforthemunny]

girl i missed you!!!!🥺🥺🥺 so happy your back! i was thinking for your spooky stories, can you do older! eddie x reader take lilah trick or treating. thank you ❤️

a roo and a boo |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: delilah's first halloween (not exactly the trick-or-treat sorry. i started it and ended here with this but still fluffy and sweet and cute!!).

part of my munny's spooky stories series!

contains: literal fluff and cuteness. dad!eddie, mom!reader, age gap relationship. you can read the full older!eddie works here for all the lore and such :)

“Look at her.” You coo, peering over the padded changing table, wrangling Delilah’s tiny arms and long limbs gently into the costume. A random find you had shipped last minute, random and adorable and everything you’d ever wanted for your babies first Halloween. 

“She’s so fuckin’ cute.” Eddie grinned, dimples creasing in the scruff of his beard, at its beginning stages of salt and peppering like the curls that framed his hairline. “How did you find one this small?” 

“I got it off Etsy, so I could put the size in. Pretty handy because everything was too small for her.” You hum, shushing the small whimper that tore from Lilah’s chest. 

Only three months old, still tiny and fresh and new, but bigger than before. Bigger than when you first brought her home, scared out of your own mind that you’d drop her, break her, hurt her. Eddie was always so calm, so good about your fears and helping you- he’d done this before. He knew what it was like to be scared shitless with a baby. 

“How’d you come up with this?” Eddie’s eyes sparkled when they met yours. “Thought you were doing the bat and I was gonna be Ozzy?” 

“She’s too little for the bat costume. The biggest they made wouldn’t fit her, so I figured next year.” You shrugged. “I thought this was cuter.” 

“A kangaroo, hm?” Eddie’s finger brushed over Lilah’s cheek, grinning at the way she turned into his touch. 

“She’s Roo, Eddie, from Winnie the Pooh.” You glare at him playfully, grabbing the blue sweater next to you with the cross stitched letters ‘ROO’ on the front. “And I have some ears and a brown sweater and I’m Kanga. Get it? Because I’m her Mama.” You babble down at the baby, voice lifting in that airy coo of a tone that had Lilah’s lips curling in a gummy smile. 

“Oh,” Eddie nods, helping you maneuver Lilah’s balled fist through the sweater. “Just a you and Lilah costume?” 

“You get to be Ozzy and a bat next year.” You countered lightly, though your stomach flipped in fear. Fuck, maybe the suprise thing was stupid. Maybe you should have included him. “I mean, I can run to Target and try to find a shirt with Winnie on it or-” 

“-I’m just kidding.” Eddie shook his head, a gentle, calming hand rubbing down your spine. “I think it’s adorable. Both of you.” You beam, looking down at your little Roo, the hoodie with tiny ears that poked up. “Besides, I’m more of a Tigger man myself.” 

You snort lightly, rolling your eyes. “You? Thought you’d be more like Rabbit.” 

“Rabbit? No, that’s you, bunny, c’mon.” Eddie grinned, pinching your thigh playfully so you squealed. 

“You better watch it, Munson.” You pointed at him, fixing Lilah’s little sweater in place. “We have to be at my parent’s house in, like, thirty minutes. And they’ll actually care if we’re late now.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie hummed, lifting Lilah carefully into his arms. Her brown eyes blinking back at him, the small furrow of her brows from being disturbed- she looked like Wayne. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, swiping a stack of diapers from under the changing table. “My mom’s already losing it because she can’t wait to see Lilah’s costume. I’m never doing this surprise shit again.” 

“It’s their first grandkid, baby. What did you expect?” Eddie followed you down the hallway towards your shared bedroom. “They’re excited. Brie and Madeline too. It’s her first Halloween.” 

“What time is Brie getting here?” You pulled the brown sweater over your head, folding the slouchy neckline into place. 

“She’s here, I think.” Eddie muttered, eyes squinting, scanning the room undoubtedly for his phone. You bit back a smile. “I told her just to go over to Madeline’s. She’s staying at her apartment anyway tonight since she’s going to Gina’s tomorrow.”

“Oh?” You quip, brows raised in surprise. “They’re talking again?” 

“Yeah,” The sigh Eddie let out was soft, but heavy enough you knew he was… bothered, to say the least. 

Brielle’s silence towards Gina came after her mother’s nasty, cruel words about your pregnancy months ago. Eddie always felt guilty that Brielle was in the middle of the mess that was his relationship with his ex, even if she was the one dragging Brielle into it, weaponizing her even now against Eddie so he’d feel insecure. 

“I don’t… I don’t want to think about that tonight.” Eddie admitted, a soft tone that sounded defeated, hurt, really. 

You nodded, looking at him through the mirror, slipping on your own DIY made Kanga ears on a velvet headband. “I’ll text my mom. Let her know we’re on our way before she shows up and breaks down our door.” You laugh lightly, hand petting over Lilah’s soft cheek, your own lips brushing over Eddie’s for a sweet kiss. 

The drive to your parent’s house was brief, it took longer for you to load up the car. Carriers, diaper bags, extra clothes, strapping in the car seat, everything- it was a chore to pack up a baby to bring, but it was worth it. The look on your mom’s face when you pulled Lilah out of the car, her coos and squeals of excitement. 

“She is adorable. Just precious, oh!” Your mom gushed, ushering her grandchild through the doors, leaving you and Eddie for the rest of the things. “Honey! Look, look at Lilah!” You heard her call, scampering into the house. 

“I think she’s excited.” You roll your eyes playfully, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Eddie smirked. “Can you blame her? She is pretty cute.” 

“She is.” You nod, head leaning against his shoulder while you walked towards the house. Your felt ears hit his chin, tickling the skin there, but he didn’t move. “Is Wayne still coming?” 

“When he gets off.” Eddie nodded, his hand squeezing your waist softly. “He had to work. Likes to work at the plant on Halloween. They always bring the kids to trick-or-treat.” 

“Really? We should bring Lilah next year.” You look up at him. 

“Yeah, he’d love that. Hope he retires this year though.” Eddie rolled his eyes. He’d been trying to convince Wayne he needed to retire for years, but the older man was stubborn. “I used to take Brielle there every year, and she loved it. He did too. He would always save her the best pieces of candy.” 

The warmth in your chest spread to your cheeks, tugging at your lips, curling into a smile. You liked hearing memories like this with Eddie, not ones tainted with Gina’s venomous actions and words. Your fist balled at the thought- no, you wouldn’t say anything. Not when Brielle drove all the way from Indianapolis to be here. Not when everyone was happy. 

The cackle of the girl in question floated through your ears as the two of you climbed the pumpkin lined steps. Your parents and Madeline had insisted on carving them with Lilah, for her first Halloween, they’d said. She hadn’t done much besides being passed from person to person in her little pumpkin onesie while they carved them, but it made your family happy- it made you happy. 

“... This is so cute! Ugh, Maddy, we definitely still had our costumes from junior year. I know mine’s in my closet at my mom’s. We could have been Piglet and Winnie with her.” Brielle nodded, cradling her tiny, baby sister in her arms.

“Yeah,” Madeline looked at you, brows furrowed in annoyance. “Why didn’t you tell us? We would have matched.” 

“I didn’t know.” You huffed, rolling your eyes at your little sister, Eddie shutting the door behind you. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

“Well, we could have matched.” Madeline’s lips pursed, only for a moment before she was back to Delilah, cooing at her. “Hold on, Brie, let me get a picture. No, let’s go out by the pumpkins, it'll be so cute!” 

“Hi, Dad.” Brielle muttered, leaning into his hug, still cradling Lilah. 

“Oh! Take my camera, Madeline!” Your mom called frantically, spinning in a half circle looking for her camera. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Your drive ok?” Eddie pressed a kiss to her head, finger tickling down Lilah’s little cheek. 

“Yeah, it was good.” Brielle hummed, following Madeline out the front door. 

“Hi, Mom.” You said, stepping towards her. 

“Hi- oh! That’s so precious, you two match! Where did you find this, honey? It is so cute! It is- hi, Eddie, how are you?- It reminds me of when you dressed up as Tigger one year. Your Dad is looking for the photo album right now, so I can do a side by side.” Your mom rambled, jittery with the excitement of Delilah, the holiday, the side by side post she was already plotting to post on Facebook so all her friends would go ballistic. 

“I gotta see that.” Eddie grinned, hand wrapping around your waist sweetly. 

“Dad is looking through it now- it’s in the second one!” Your mom yelled into the living room, over the re-run of Hocus Pocus playing for the millionth time. “I’m going to go take some pictures with the girls, but there’s chili and hotdogs in the kitchen and- oh, Eddie, I got you Fritos for yours.” 

Eddie blushed, cheeks tingling pink in the warmth of your home. Your mom had remembered from last Halloween, remembered something about him and gotten it for him. It was small, he knew it was, but it made him feel… content? Made him feel like a part of the family. 

Your mom didn’t hear his response, scurrying out to the front porch with her phone to take her own photos. Your eye roll made Eddie grin, pulling you into his side, pressing a kiss against your hairline where your velvet headband met your hair. 

“She’s insane.” You muttered. 

“She’s excited.” Eddie hummed, rubbing a hand down your hip soothingly. 

“She’s lost her mind.” You scoff. “I don’t think she even cares about me anymore. She’s just, like, give me my baby.” 

“Hey, it could be worse. Could want nothing to do with her.” Eddie sighed. He didn’t finish the sentence, didn’t tell you that Gina’s parents had been that way. 

Your heart ached for him, leaning into his chest. “I think they’re going to be busy for a while.” You tilted your head up to look at him. “You hungry?” 

“Starving.” Eddie grinned. “Especially for your Mom’s chili. I’ve been thinking about this all week.” 

“God, don’t tell her that.” You snort, arms still around his torso when you walked into the kitchen. “Her head will explode. She’s already got an ego because she’s a Grammy.” 

“Think you’ve got one too,” Eddie teased, eyes twinkling in the yellow light of the kitchen. You frowned, his hand rubbing over the ears of your headband. “You and Lilah in your matching outfits. ‘S cute.” He beamed, love struck and gooey, the way he would schmooze over you years before. 

You fought back the blush on your cheeks, lips twisting to hide your smile. “Yours is gonna be huge next year, Ozzy.” 

“It’s already huge, sweetheart. You know that.” Eddie purred playfully, squeezing the fat of your ass to make you jump and squeal, eyes cutting around to make sure none of your family was around. “I think it’s cute. Surprised she didn’t steal you for photos.” 

“Don’t give her any ideas.” You huff, pulling a bowl out of the cabinet. “How much do you want?” You ask, reaching for the ladle. 

Eddie shook his head, batting his hands away. “I got it. Got yours too, go sit down.” He nodded towards the table. 

You hesitated, Eddie’s hip bumping yours to move out of the way. “I want mine on-” 

“-chili on the hotdog, cheese on top, and no mustard.” Eddie hummed, spreading the bun to put the chili on. His eyes flicked to yours, smug smile on his face. “Right?” 

You nodded, sinking into the chair by the kitchen table, where you always sat growing up. Eddie smirked. “Told you, I got it. I got you tonight, alright? Take it easy. You don’t have to be Mama Be- Kangaroo tonight.” 

Your eyes roll, huffing lightly when you settle into your seat. Eddie maneuvered the two plates and a bowl with far better ease than you expected. It was nice, sitting in your childhood home with your husband, with your family. 

Your mom came bustling in with the photo of you in hand, a tiny toddler in an old school Tigger costume, face painted to match. Your dad holding Lilah in his recliner, feeding her the bottle you packed, content watching whatever sports he’d managed to flip on before your mom would make him change it back to Halloween movies. Wayne came by after his shift, a handful of candy for Brielle and Madeline, giving them a wink and a, “Told you I’d save you the good stuff. Always save you the good stuff.”  

Eddie beamed, watching it all from his own corner of the kitchen. Your mom and Wayne looking over photo albums, Brielle and Madeline giggling in the corner like they used to when they were younger- when the two of you had just met. You flitting between all of them, content and relaxed, Lilah in your arms. 

Eddie knew that Lilah would be loved. That she’d grow up in a better house than he had, that even Brielle had. In the type of family home he’d always dreamed of having, and now he had it, with you- because of you. 

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 15

Halloween divider by :@/thecutestgrotto

Title: Honey Bunny

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, p-in-v (wrap it folks!), quickie sex (in costume lmao),photos and videos (consensual), cowgirl 🤠, Jake being Jake, grinding, lipstick marking, slightly dom reader? (I don't really know where it came from either to be honest), pet names (honey, honey bunny, baby)

Not beta'd + very last minute + on mobile (these are all warnings)

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend with your costume at Aisha's Halloween party - a costume he's been waiting all month to see.

A/N: If I didn't run out of time with Kinktober, this would have been posted today to mark the 31st installment. Oh well. Once again, this was meant to be short... but here we are again at 2k+...I'm going to attempt to get the final fluffs out but I'm currently roasting pumpkin seeds and making pumpkin pureé 💀 Happy reading 🎃 - Love Grem x

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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You had managed to hide your costume from Jake pretty well, despite him knowing exactly who you were going as for Halloween. You couldn't do a couples costume without him knowing but the mere idea of seeing you all dressed up as this character had Jake bouncing off the walls with excitement.

So, you'd made yourself the promise that he wasn't going to see it until Aisha's Halloween Party. It drove him mad.

Jake complained and begged for a whopping thirty days, itching to see you try on your dress and shoes. You'd refused each time, you smirk growing wider each day. Oh, Halloween would be fun.

On the day of the party, you'd kissed him goodbye before you headed to Aisha's, reminding him that you'd be waiting for him at the party and that he'd better wear his costume or else. Jake nodded eagerly and bid you goodbye. The last thirty days had been hell. He'd been imagining what you'd look like in your costume day-in-day-out and he'd been so incredibly horny that just the anticipation of tonight had given him a hard on. He sighed, leaning into the sofa and running a hand over his face. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his hands off you tonight.

Pulling into your dress was probably the most difficult part of your evening and you were thankful Aisha was there to help tug the dress over your ass and secure it with the zipper. What are best friends for?

You knew damn well Jake would not have helped you get into it. But at least he'd probably be helping you get out of it.

By the time you had put the wig on, styled and secured it, partygoers had started to arrive. You gave yourself another once over in the mirror.

You almost didn't recognise yourself. With long red hair cascading flames down your bare back and cinched waist in a dress you were sure was going to burst at the seams, you were the embodiment of one of the series characters ever to have graced a screen. You couldn't even imagine what Jake would say - or do - when he got his paws on you.

As if on cue, an onslaught of texts from your boyfriend pinged through your phone, asking where you were. With a smirk over your shoulder to your reflection, which made your own knees wobble, you headed out of Aisha's room and down the stairs.

You slowly inched down the stairs in your heels, on-goers in the hallway stopping to stare as you descended. You flashed them a smile and a hello - most didn't even respond - before you waltzed into the living room. Jake was at the punch bowl, grabbing your drinks while he waited for you to appear.

Although his back was to you, but the bright red overalls and bunny ears you'd bought him for his half of the couples costume were unmistakable. You could just about make out the collar of the bright yellow-polka dot bow tie around his neck. One of your gloved hands reaches around his waist as you move to stand beside him.

"Hey, honey bunny." You purr, pecking his cheek. "Glad you made it in one piece."

Jake freezes, his eyes flickering over to your face and then down to your cleavage. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water but his throat his too dry to speak. He doesn't know where to look and the only things his mind is occupied with is how hot you look and how much he wants to fuck your brains out.

You grin, eyes glittering with smug mischief as you take your cup from him.

"Does it look okay? It's not too much is it?" You ask him with faux-innocence. Jake shakes his head violently, faux rabbit teeth almost tumbling out.

"You... look..." A bright red flush creeps up from his neck and his voice is hoarse. "Good. So good.... can we go home?"

The last half is whispered quickly to you, before Jake pecks a quick, desperate kiss to your lips. His eyes are pleading, no begging, for you to say yes; to let him take you home and ruin your make up and make you scream this Halloween night.

However, you didn't get all dressed up for nothing and whilst his reaction has your thighs squeezing under your dress, you politely tell him no.

"Please?" He bats his eyelashes at you from behind his glasses, and his eyes almost flutter when you reach up to adjust his ears. "Pretty please? I'll put my head between your legs an-"

"Ahh! Oh my God!" Aisha squeals, approaching you and Jake with Clay in tow. Aisha is dressed scantily clad in black, with a black cat mask. Clearly, a very sexy cat womaUnsurprisingly, he's wearing the batman logo on his t shirt and a pair of black jeans but he's fighting back a smile when he sees Jake's outfit. "You both look amazing!"

Jake clears his throat awkwardly and tries to smile, taking your hand and pulling on it gently, urging you once again to leave the party early with him. You ignore him.

"Thanks. You look stunning." You beam at her excitedly and narrow your eyes playfully at Clay. "And your costume is okay too. If you could call it that."

"Well, your costumes suit you." Clay grins, glancing between you and Jake. "Roger and Jessica Rabbit. Christ, I should have seen that one coming."

The party was a blast. Jake never let you stray to far, either following you around like a lost puppy or watching you with what Aisha said were bordering-on-cartoonish heart eyes. Many drinks, photos and festivities later you were bidding your farewells and clambering into a taxi back to your apartment, careful not to tear your dress or trip.

Jake was quiet on the ride back and he didn't even glance in your direction when you chattered away about the night and looked through your photos, not even casting a glance when you re-applied your red lipstick. However, you knew from the way he was tapping his fingers against the leather seat of the taxi, that he was trying to restrain himself until he got home.

This only made you tease him more; showing him photos that showed off more cleavage, murmuring how your dress was too tight and almost didn't fit, but at least your heels looked cute. You could see the way his Adams apple bobbed that you were not helping and he practically dived out of the car when you arrived at your apartment building, forgetting he'd given you his keys earlier in the night.

You thanked the cab driver and slowly sauntered your way up to the door walking up the stairs to your apartment before taking your time to unlock the door with a small smile. Desire radiated off of Jake in waves, your heartbeat erratic knowing what was about to happen.

You push the door open gently and as a sliver of the hall light bounces off the wooden floor of your apartment, Jake is bundling you inside unable to wait a second more. You squeak with surprise and giggle when he slams the door shut with his foot shrouding you in darkness and pushing you against the nearest wall to kiss every millimetre of bare skin he can find. His hands find your hips and grip them tight, pulling them flush against his own. You can feel just how excited he is even through the fabric of your dress and you would have found it a whole lot sexier if the smooth edges of the rabbit teeth weren't distracting you.

"Jake."

"Huh?"

"The teeth?" You raise an eyebrow at him and bite back a grin as Jake removes his false rabbit teeth and throws them somewhere across the room with a small clink.

"Sorry." He huffs before immediately latching to your skin again, kissing up your neck while his hands wander your curves.

"I have an idea," you murmur, fumbling blindly for the light switch. "Bedroom. Now."

Jake pulls away from you, stumbling in the dark of the apartment to the bedroom, not caring whether you manage to get the light on or not. He can't wait any longer. You bite back a giggle when you hear a thump and a distant "ow", squinting as you finally manage to turn on the light. You tug down your thong and step out of it (it'll just get in the way) before moving across the floor to the bedroom. Your heels click against the floor and you can already see Jake fighting the buttons of the dungarees to get them off. You lean against the door frame, effortlessly seductive as you wiggle your phone at him.

Jake pauses, bunny ears askew, flushing peachy-pink in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. He swallows thickly and stands straighter, the outline of his cock clearly visible through the thin fabric of the dungarees. Your eyes flit down and linger before looking back to his face with a mischievous grin.

"What -" Jake clears his throat. "What are you gonna do, baby?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." You stick your tongue teasingly and Jake looks ready to sink to your feet. "I just want you to take the dungarees and shirt off and lay on the bed."

You say it casually but Jake acts as if you've ordered it - ripping the bright red fabric down his legs so fast you're sure you heard it tear. He clambers onto the bed in his boxers and white t-shirt, about to remove the bunny ears when you shake your head.

"Keep them on. The shirt can go."

He carefully removes his shirt over his head and you take the time his head has disappeared to quietly stalk to the bed and palm his cock over his boxers. Jake gasps and jerks, yanking the shirt over his head, making his fuzzy ears fall over his glasses. With your phone-holding hand you push them up again, squeezing around his cock at the same time. His hard length twitches against your palm as you smirk down at him, standing to hitch your red dress upwards over your thigh as you move to straddle him. You sit perfectly on top of his hard, clothed cock, the damp warmth of your pussy emanating around him. Jake bites back a moan but you grind against him gently just to hear him curse.

His eyes are half-lidded but his usually baby blue eyes are almost black with need. He looks unbelievably hot like this. There was just one thing missing before you snapped a few pics for memory.

You lean down pressing your lips haphazardly against his, before peppering his face and neck with bright, blood red kisses. Each kiss and movement earns you a groan and murmur, Jake's hands finding your hips again to press you down onto him, just so he could grind up against you.

After a few minutes of heated pecks, you sit back - leaving Jake to whine needily at your departure.

"Baby, that's not fair. I've been wanting you all night." His face is adorned with lipstick stains and flushed with need. Your core aches and you lick your lips, unlocking your phone and pulling up your camera app. Jake's brows furrow in confusion for a moment until he hears the camera shutter sound. His cock twitches and he sucks in a sharp breath. This was unexpected but not unwanted.

"Smile honey." You purr at him, running a silky, gloved hand down his chest. "You're on camera."

A bashful, goofy grin erupts over Jake’s face as he looks up at you his eyes twinkling in the soft light. His cock somehow gets harder, twitching more furiously now, aching for you. Your thighs squeeze around his hips to try and ease your own tension to no avail as you snap photos of your gorgeous boyfriend beneath you.

A devious thought creeps into your brain as you reach below where your sat, running your hand along Jake’s cock and snapping a photo when he moans. You pump his cock a handful of times until he's panting, keening underneath you and begging to let him fuck you. He'd been so pent up all night, all month, thinking about this.

Your finger brushes along your phone screen, pressing down on the video option. You free Jake's cock first, sitting back on his thighs and slowly stroking his heated length with precise pumps. You run your thumb over his tip spreading the bead of sticky precum that gathered there.

"Look at the camera," you say softly, moving forward but hovering over his cock. You wanted to get this just right. You tilted your phone horizontal and Jake didn't seem to notice, or care, since you'd been taking about a dozen pictures of him from different angles already. You hit record.

His eyes are glazed over, still smiling, as he blows a kiss to the camera the same time you sink down onto him. Your cunt swallows him whole and he bottoms out immediately, making you both moan loudly. Jake’s eyes roll back and he curses loudly, hands gripping your hips like a vice. Your walls flutter around his cock and you sigh in delight at the feeling of fullness.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jake chants, trying to force himself not to coat your insides immediately. He heaves a breath eyes fluttering up to you, then to the phone, mind slowly piecing together why you haven't turned the phone to a different angle yet. "Shit, baby, y-you're filming?"

You slowly grind your hips forward, making him hiss another moan. The flush on his face matches your lipstick and you press the big red button, ending the video and throwing your phone onto your pillow.

"Was." You correct, leaning down to kiss him. Jake hums, happy that both of your hands are now running over his chest and shoulders. "Just wanted to capture the moment. I always did like the fucked out look you get."

Jake smiles, chasing your lips with his. "Well, now that that's out of the way; I've been waiting to fuck you all night."

His hands move around to grip your ass cheeks over your dress, holding you in place against him while he fucks up into you. Your hands grip his shoulders, unable to leave nail marks like you usually do because of the gloves, and you dip your head to meet his lips in a heated kiss. Your moans are swallowed in Jake’s mouth and his pace is relentless, bordering on feral, and you can't quite tell which turns you on more.

You can feel your toes curl inside your heels, and you press them into Jake’s thighs involuntary making him groan.

"Shit, fuck, baby you feel good." He blabbers, the sound of sloppy thrusts sounding throughout the bedroom. You take it as your cue to lend him a helping hand, propping yourself up uncomfortably in your tight dress, and working your hips to meet his.

Jake bites down on his lips to stifle more moans, but you on the other hand, are moaning freely above him. You pussy clenches and flutters rapidly, a warning of an impending orgasm as you fuck yourself on his cock faster.

"Jesus, if you keep doing that I'm gonna - fuck." Jake groans as you greedily milk his cock, unable to think straight.

"You can come," you pant, your pussy tightening even more at seeing the same fucked out look he had on his face earlier. "Fuck - I want you cum for me."

Jake's eyes fly open his mouth a small o as he coats your walls with a groan. Your release isn't far behind, the twitch of his cock as he spills inside you sending you over the edge with short gasps of pleasure. Your walls continue to flutter around him as you settle from your highs, catching your breaths.

"Happy Halloween, honey bun." You giggle breathlessly, smirking down at him before rolling into the space next to him. You roll onto your side, slotting under Jake’s shoulder.

"We're keeping that costume." He states firmly, squeezing you close. "And those pictures."

"Only if you keep the ears and bow tie, too." You tease, kissing his cheek.

"Deal." He sighs, glancing over to you with a small frown. "You should have worn this sooner."

"And ruin my own fun?" You grin over at him. "Never. Besides, I have plenty of pics for a new lock screen now."

Roger Rabbit + Jake Jensen anybody? 😏