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[ebodebo]

The Bewitching

—thinking about roommate!simon riley seeing you in your halloween costume… MDNI

"Where's your sexy roommate anyway, babe?" Your friend, dressed as a sexy witch, purred from her spot on a stool around the kitchen island. You had invited two friends over to spend Halloween with you since your roommate, Simon, had to work.

"He, uh, had to work," you say, taking a sip of your wine. Your witchy friend's eyes widened as she carefully dipped a pita chip into some hummus.

"On Halloween?" She gawked, pushing the chip into her mouth, eyes wide. You also take a chip and swirl it around in the hummus before shrugging.

"Seems so," you say, inhaling the chip. You turn to pull open the fridge, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Once you turn back, you see your other friend dressed as a sexy police officer, head slightly titled in confusion, her eyes carefully observing your costume.

"So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy nurse?" She questions. You raise your brows, perplexed that she couldn't tell who you were.

"You're kidding, right?" You urge, waiting a minute before continuing to see if she is joking. She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. You shake your head in disbelief. "Debs, I'm one of the nurses from Silent Hill."

"Should've gotten Simon to dress as pyramid head," your sexy witch friend instantly says. You flick your eyes to hers to see a smirk spreading on her lips.

"Oh, please," you laugh out. "Over his dead body would he ever willingly dress up." You take a sip of your wine, stalling when you hear the sound of a familiar truck pulling into the driveway.

"Oh, looks like your big guy is home," Debs winks. You roll your eyes, set your wine glass down, and head for the front door. You step out to see Simon searching for something in his truck.

"Hey," you greet. "What're you doing back so early?" He doesn't avert his attention from some loose papers he was scanning over.

After a minute, he says, "Price had a Halloween thing for his kid." He continues sifting through loose papers. "So, here I am," he dryly says, eyes still focused on the papers.

"Okay. FYI, the girls are inside—" You start before he interrupts, finally turning around to face you.

"If you want, I can just go to a bar, or—" He abruptly stops, eyes wandering down your body, taking in your costume—which included a very provocative dress. He swallows deeply as his eyes sweep over your exposed thighs, up to the deep dip of your breasts on display.

"Simon?" You prod, trying to understand why he has stopped speaking. He drags his eyes up to look into yours.

"You—what are you supposed to be?" He lazily questions.

"Um, a nurse," you say; he tilts his head to the side.

"Never seen a nurse look like that," he sticks his tongue out to wet the seam of his dry lips. You feel a sudden rush of embarrassment.

"It's from a—a game," you quickly say, rocking back on the heels of your feet. "It's kind of stupid," you turn your head away from him, trying to hide some embarrassment from his gaze.

"I like it," his eyes shamelessly drag down the length of your body. You flick your eyes back to him, offering him a small smile, noting the way his eyes become darker as the seconds pass.

"Ya?" You're shocked that you managed to get a word out since your mouth had turned to ash. Dry as a bone.

"Mhm," he hums as he takes a step towards you. You swallow hard as he steps closer to you, close enough for his fingers to graze the hem of your dress, tugging it down gently so it covers a little more of your thighs.

"Simon," you breathlessly say as you feel his fingers graze your bare skin.

"Dress ridin' up a little high," he murmurs, though he doesn't take his fingers away from you. He looks down at you, taking in your lazily closed eyes. "Have you gone out yet?"

"Wha—no. Didn't really want to," your tone is a little wobbly now as his hand slowly skimmed under your dress. You release a shallow breath.

He tilts his head back slightly. "No? What is it you wanted to do then?" He continues his movements, skimming his fingers up your thigh, slowly maneuvering between them. You find yourself gripping his shoulders. "Huh?" He tuts.

"I don't—I don't know," you choke out, dropping your head slightly as his hand grazes your cunt over your already wet underwear. You find yourself pushing yourself into his palm.

He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against the shell of your ear. "Did you want me to see you in this little outfit?" He whispers. You lean into his words flowing in your ear. "You knew how badly I wanted to touch this pretty pussy. Didn't you?" You let out an involuntary moan at his words, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

His pointer and middle finger slip into you through your underwear, grazing your clit. You find yourself rocking against his fingers to get more friction. "Ah, fuck. That's it, pretty girl," he groans, moving his fingers faster. "Keep fucking my fingers—just like that."

He pulled you closer onto him with his other hand, gripping your ass tightly to get you more friction. You leaned your head into his chest, moaning as his fingers continued to move in you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at me—look at me," he commands. You flick your head up to look him in the eyes; his mouth is slightly parted from panting. "Just like that," he pants, watching your mouth agape as he coaxes your orgasm, making you come in your underwear.

He holds you up as your body spasms, gifting him with the sweet mewls you spew. Once your orgasm subsides, he grips one side of your soaked underwear, slipping it down your thighs and tucking it into the pocket of his cargo pants he wore.

You look up at him, doe-eyed, before you look around in horror. "Oh my—you just, you just fingered me in the front yard," you frantically say, taking a step away from him. His lip quips at your genuine anguish.

"I know. I was there," he monotonously says. Anxiously, you bring your hands to thread through your hair. Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my—my friends," you exclaim, whipping your head to your house.

"Guess you'll have some explaining to do," he casually says.

"Fuck you," you remark.

"Hungry for more already?" He smirked, pulling you by the arm closer to him so you rested flat against his body.

"No—you know that's not what I meant!"

a/n: happy almost halloween! take my treat to u all! divider!

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

Oh, I'd laugh if it weren't so true... [ grins ] There is only one way to find out though but it will involve more tequila.

Does that mean that one day you might actually take some of my advice? I'll start drafting the press release now.

[sceletaflores]

what my friends have to deal with on the regular…my humble servant @ebodebo is gods strongest warrior.

[mostly-imagines]

my genuine face when seeing part two dropped of the alchemy—pure shock and surprise—and also this divaaa jason😭😭love him love you love cute little fanfics💕🙏

thats a relief bc this has been me for the last three months

[milliondollarbaby87]

Jackpot! (2024) Review

In a near future California a ‘Grand Lottery’ had been established with a bit of a crazy rule, the winner can be killed legally before sundown and the person who does it can claim the multi-billion dollar jackpot. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Jackpot! (2024) Review

[andietrang]

"Oh. That is so, so, true... I'm still waiting for my cut off any new meds that cure weak knees since I'm the prime cause of 'em-," Andie grinned with a wink of her. "I would love another glass and I would love to know when you're free."

"I asked if you wanted another glass." Rylea said, gesturing to the empty one in Andie's hand. "Also, I don't blame Pierre at all. He's only human." she said with a wink.

[dailytomlinson]

Louis on stage in Munich photographed by Rylea

[starsofang]

need more price fics😫on my hands and knees begging

rylea i can’t with that picture (talk to me about some ideas and i’ll grant your wish 🫵🏻)

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

It Is Well With My Soul

by J.C. Ryle

A saved soul has many sorrows. He has a body like other men – weak and frail. He has a heart like other men – and often a more sensitive one too.

He has trials and losses to bear like others – and often more. He has his share of bereavements, deaths, disappointments, crosses. He has the world to oppose, a place in life to fill blamelessly, unconverted relatives to bear with patiently, persecutions to endure and a death to die.  And who is sufficient for these things? What shall enable a believer to bear all this? Nothing but “the consolation there is in Christ.” (Phil. 2:1)

[universomovie]

O maximalismo de Alessandro Michele encontra Valentino para a P/V 25

by Anire Ikomi Rylea Beth O desfile mais aguardado da Paris Fashion Week estreou no domingo, marcando o retorno triunfante de Alessandro Michele à passarela após um hiato de dois anos. Para sua estreia na Valentino , Michele revelou a coleção P/V 25 intitulada Pavillon des Folies . O cenário era íntimo e misterioso, com o ambiente coberto de branco, criando um cenário quase onírico para sua…

[ebodebo]

"Si, you owe me a new couch," you half-joke, trying to ease some of the palpable tension in the air, as you sit next to your boyfriend, Simon, on your couch, cleaning the gash on his side with a face cloth.

The poor guy had shown up at your door in the middle of the night with the nastiest gash to his side. It was a superficial cut, so nothing that needed immediate medical attention, but it still bled—a lot

He wouldn't say how he acquired the laceration, but you suspected it couldn't have been good. You kept your assumptions to yourself and have been tending to them for the last five minutes or so.

"I'll buy you any kind you like," he picks his head up from its place on the back of the couch. You catch his eyes boring into the side of your head as you continue cleaning the area, finally looking up to lock eyes with him. The sincerity in his eyes has you letting out a small laugh.

"You don't have to," you murmur as your eyes shift to the gauze to your side. You carefully open a fresh piece, place it on the cut, and secure it with paper tape. You gently press the sides, securing the tape to his skin. "All done. Good boy," you jokingly say, tossing the gauze's empty packaging onto the coffee table in front of you.

You feel his hand grip your chin, pulling you towards his lips. You are slightly taken aback, even making a noise of surprise, but you quickly reciprocate the kiss.

He tasted of Nicorette gum and cigarette smoke with a hint of liquor. You would scowl at him later for the cigarette smell since he had supposedly quit, but right now, you could feel by the way he gripped your face he craved a taste of you.

You raised your hand to grip his jaw, trying to bring him closer. He senses your desire, gripping your hips and swinging you over his legs so you are now straddling him, never once disconnecting his lips from yours.

While you adjust to the new position, your knee grazes his gash, making him grunt into your mouth. You pull back slightly to speak; both of your chests are heaving. "Am I hurting you?" Your brows furrow in concern as you gently bring your hand to rest in his messy hair.

He knots his hand in your hair, lips brushing against yours. "Only if you stop,” he pants, deepening the kiss.

You smile into his lips, gripping his jaw, feeling his teeth clash against your own. One of his hands lingers over your hip once again, kneading the fat of it. The other lingers from your hair to pull down your shirt on your shoulder, revealing your collarbone.

His lips hover over your clavicle, eyes flicking to take note of a new, very small ‘s’ inked into your flesh. He brings his hand up to brush his fingertips over the tattoo.

“You got this for me?” He enunciates the ‘me,’ like it was just so unable to believe you would ever want to taint your skin for him.

“You like it?” You chew on your bottom lip, giddy with anticipation. He leans back against the back of the chair, shifting his torso a little. You let out a slight moan when you feel how hard he is.

“Do you feel that?” He gruffs, gripping your waist and grinding you against his clothed hard-on. You grip his shoulders with each of your hands tightly, hissing through your teeth, “How could I not?”

He leans forward, lips hovering over the shell of your ear so you can feel his hot breath against your skin. “I fuckin’ love it.”

a/n: a little fic just bc it's been a hot sec<3 divider!

[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

The me that heard you say it was totally on board. But the me that fell into bed was working against us. Thank you though, I appreciate you looking out. Let me know if you wanna give me that advice again.

Babe, that's why I told you to chug water and tylenol before bed. It was professional advice.

[sceletaflores]

can u do justin bieber x reader???

i thought i made it pretty clear in my rules that i WILL NOT write for real people. this is completely disrespectful to me as a writer and to me as a person.

learn how to read. ask something like this again and you will be BLOCKED.

[filthy-reckless-rp]

Birthdays:

Hi friends! When you have a sec, please do double check if your characters birthday is below - if not, send it over whenever you're ready! <3

Paige

Jesse Walker - 26th January

Sapphire Vandervort - 13th December

Logan Hunter - 14th February

Emmeline Fairchild - 7th November

Tessa Cooper - 11th November

Nicholas Vanderbilt - 20th June

Nate Archibald - 5th April

Vanessa Abrams - 19th February

Samuel Watts - 25th April

Lili Mahdavi - 3rd May

William Huntzberger - 31st October

Isabella Coates - 12th March

Georgina Sparks - 8th November

Spencer King - 29th January

Frankie Vives - 22nd February

Jamie Park - 23rd July

Lola Mercado - 3rd July

Andrea Trang - 1st December

Kayleigh

Isobel Prescott - 27th May

Dean Dawson - 18th September

Alex Vandervort - 10th April

Scarlett Vandervort - 10th March

Jake Hunter - 3rd June

Freddie Redlynn - 1st January

Gunnar Avery - 2nd August

Felicity Sanderson - 13th November

Jenny Humphrey - 2nd July

Caisson Andrews - 3rd October

Julian Donovan - 21st February

Tripp Vanderbilt - 1st June

Ruby Reyes - 19th December

Nilay Levent - 23rd October

Mahesh Chopra - 22nd February

Ryan

Serena van der Woodsen - 14th July

Ceren Çelik-Montgomery - 25th October

Jo

Phoebe Walker - 1st May

Naomi

Baby Beaumont - 24th October

Francis Coates - 10th May

Veronica Ravenwood - 10th May

Peter Vanderbilt - 10th April

Kelly Xu-King - 25th October

Latife Levent - 23rd October

Louise Thomas (Bass) - 1st April

Lauren

Rose Haven - 9th August

Oliver Andrews - 19th May

Addison Sherwood - 17th February

Evelyn Nicholson - 19th March

Benji Howell

Jason Walker

Layla Vandervort - 20th December

Rylea Palmer

Lily

Aaron Vandervort - 21st October

Meredith Park - 8th March

Cristian Diaz

Blair Waldorf

Sarah

Bethany Levesque - 1st July

Jackson Cohan - 2nd July

Michelle King

Joey

Juliette Vanderbilt - 5th August

Sienna Haven - 23rd February

Zeke Lopez - 18th April

Adriana Ramirez - 9th September

[smokeflix]

Margaret's Watch List

[dailytomlinson]

Louis on stage in Munich photographed by Rylea