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pancake-umbreon · 1 year
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happy holloween!
i spent too much time on this lmao
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pillowdrawz · 5 months
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🎃rise and MM Holloween??🎃
Rant/
The fact that in rise universe While the Turtles are cautious like in episode 1 but they quickly do not care anymore cause they usually go out in day. (Rise turtles goes to irl mario cart in NEW YORK OPEN DAYLIGHT, Kid Baxter wasn't afraid of the turtles, Nor the Humans when Rise leo was found out in the open, Repo mantis openly would talk to humans in his shop the humans DO NOT CARE, NOT TO MENTION SNOW DAY EPISODE?? IN THE DAY LIGHT??)
NOT TO MENTION RISE HAS A HIDDEN CITY??? WHERE THEY CAN BE THE MOST FREE???
Is it unfair for the other iteration cause...YEESS??
Sure mutant menace exist but humans just wanted drama and some action to make their lives not boring at the end of the day they do not care in the rise universe. Rise donnie was freely going in a school.
Its so sad but im so happy that The Mutant Mayhem got to go to school even though rise has the opportunity but doesn't want to. This makes me think does the rise fam have a Normal childhood??? (LIKE WHEN THEY WHERE KIDS-) the rise turtles would openly go out in the day light . Kid Rise Leo and Raph would sell a lemonade stand(with splinters help ofc) and People would buy like New york city people??? Hello?? Rise splinter has a Pictures of the rise turtles childhood its no secret to the flashbacks I imagine Rise splinter showing this to the other splinter and be like "This is where i help Blue and Red built a lemonade stand because they wanted new skateboards"
The splinters would be confuse cause WYM you made your kids sell lemonade UPSIDE???
end of rant/
Also this is Rise leo and Rise splinter you cannot tell me other wise.
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(Also Sorry for not posting Bissy in collage Im studying IT. (Cause i wanted to make an IRL SHELLDON BABY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
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AITA for not asking for christmas off and just telling my mom we can have a make up day for it as a slight revenge for taking away my halloween and telling me the same? so lil backstory this year i worked a seasonal halloween job. it was my first job (im 20) and so my mom was helping me with alot of it, when i got an email asking what days i need off i mentioned asking for halloween off since i didnt want to miss our family tradition and miss my favorite holiday but my mom told me that may mean they'll be less likely to hire me since im working a halloween job for 2 months it only makes sense i'd work then. so i didnt ask for that day off and so i worked the entire night halloween and before then i was so distraught and cried and would voice my frustrations about losing halloween but everytime my mom would just dismiss it all as "thats adulting" or "oh we'll have a make up day for you" which really bothered me cause it felt like she was dismissing my feelings and was okay with me missing a family tradition cause she thought they wouldnt hire me for asking for 1 day off. so now i have a holiday job thatll overlap with christmas and i didnt request christmas off and its bothering my mom since she loves christmas. ive just been telling her like "eh, we can just have a second christmas." and other dismissive things and if she says stuff about it again ill just tell her thats what she taught me when i did my previous job. that if im working a seasonal holiday job its expected of me to work the day of the holiday otherwise i wont get the job at all. i mean that is adulting right? sacrificing silly childish things for your job. even if that thing is incredibly important to you and caused you heartache for losing it to the point you would sob often and fell into a depressive slump. thats adulting!! at least according to my mom. i feel like its mean to do this but im only following her advice and her words. its just this time its her favorite holiday and not mine. im 100% fine with just celebrating it on a different day and such so this isnt harming me its only really bothering my mom TLDR: my mom made me miss holloween with dumb advice and dismissed my frustrations so im working on christmas to give her a taste of her own medicine.
What are these acronyms?
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In the Name of Good | Prt 2 -[P.P.]
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Pairings: Dark!Yandere!Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary: The cat's out of the bag, so how do you proceed?
Word Count: 5.2k words
Content: MINORS DNI: 18+
Swearing, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of emesis, Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), P in V sex, choking, multiple orgasms, Daddy Kink
( Part 1 | Masterlist )
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A/N: The long-awaited sequel which is really just porn with a plot. I'm not sure if this will be a complete story but I may update it every now and then.
Peter's darkness is much more subtle in this piece so there are no major warnings this time around.
Happy Holloween you whores <3
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The early light creeps through your window, the golden rays kissing your skin. You stretch your fingers toward the carnelian beams and let your fingers dance in the sundust. You bask in the peace of the morning. As the sun rises it brings a new dawn, a new day. Who knew what you would do today? You could do anything. Today felt like a shopping day. It seems nice out and you could feel stress sitting in your bones, a deep ache pulling at your muscles. 
You stretch before opening your blinds. That’s odd, you don’t remember closing them. You look at the house across the street. Peter’s car sits in front of the house; if you squint your eyes, you can see him through the window. He sits perched in his desk chair, twirling a pencil as he examines a piece of paper. 
Something felt…off about this morning. It was something you couldn’t quite place but this morning brought a certain uneasiness. It was something you hoped a hot shower could fix. 
You let the steam ease your tired bones as you soaked in the eucalyptus sent. As you scrubbed your brain spiralled. What had happened? Why couldn’t you remember? Your brain felt fuzzy as flashes of intangible moments congested your mind.
You had been afraid. You remember the nausea that accompanied it. The knocked-over bottles on the sink were all too real to ignore. Peter was there. Had you been afraid of him? No! You shook your head trying to fling that thought to the farthest corner, somewhere it couldn’t hurt you again. Along with thoughts of dog tags, of headphones, of a twisted smile warped by shadows. 
Peter was here. Or rather you were there, with him, in his room. It was dark. Flashes of white cloud your mind. Harsh lines against the wall, you could feel them on your skin. As if somehow a part of you, intertwined with your being. 
You wiped the fog from the mirror and felt that familiar feeling of dread. It wasn’t a nightmare. Peter had…hurt people. He had killed them. And he- he hurt you. Purple stars on your shoulder, constellations woven into your skin to tell a tale of horror. You traced the bruises in abhorrence, the pads of his fingers left behind as a warning. 
You fell to the floor as everything washed over you once again. The chilled ceramic did nothing to soothe you. Like Eve, you had been brought to your knees by the tree of knowledge. Was it worth it? Every question you had ever had, answered by a cracked doorway that you carelessly ploughed through. You had tasted the flesh of the apple against your lips and now it was too late to go back. 
You paced your room as your mind reeled. Peter was a murderer. You should then turn him in. You knew, you had the evidence, you should turn him in. But would that be enough? Would it be enough to stop him? Would it be enough to absolve you?
As much as you hated to think about it, you already knew. You had recognised there was a darkness in Peter even when you were children. The way his reactions almost seemed rehearsed. The way he wouldn’t bat an eye at someone else’s misfortune. But you had labelled it as bravery. The way he would blindly charge into danger if you were in harm's way. The way he would run to May’s aid, big or small. The way he would clean your bumps and scrapes with nothing but a smile on his face. 
You looked at the pictures that adorned your bedroom wall. Peter had insisted on helping you hang them up. He had given you two stacks of photos one day in the warm July heat. You sat in your room between fans and your open window ushering in the humid breeze. Peter’s presence was a comfort then, as you looked through memories frozen in time. 
Now as you looked around all you saw was him. What was once a comforting remark now haunted you as you gazed into his empty eyes. “This way I can watch over you. I can always be here. I can always see you.” 
I can always see you. You felt suffocated under his dead gaze. There was nowhere you could go, nowhere you could hide. He was everywhere. 
You moved to open the window, hoping some fresh air would help. The light of the sun cradled you in a blanket of warmth. The chirping birds sing in melodies and harmonies alike as they skate through the sky. You close your eyes focusing instead on everything else. 
Peter watches in wonder as you absorb the world around you. He had been trying to give you space. He knew you would come around, he just had to give it some time. Let you wrestle with this for a bit before catching you in his arms. He knows that you would never leave him. He knew it was only a matter of time before you would call him or knock on his door. He just had to wait. He could do that. 
He sat camera faced at you, watching as your fingers pulled out the braid he had carefully crafted for you. He watched as you paced your room, hugging yourself close. He watched as you stared at the wall, tracing the shape of his face with a shaky hand. He watched as you went to the window, ripping it open and gasping for air. 
He joined you there, a street away. Your eyes were closed and your hair billowed in the wind as you drank in the sunlight. You were what ancient poets wrote of. You were his Ithica. His rock, his home, his love, his life. And you were so beautiful. 
You raised your head, opening your eyes, only to find Peter staring right at you. You felt a swirling of emotions in your gut. You were looking at pure evil, someone who killed to kill, someone who liked to kill. You were looking at someone who a few hours ago had no qualms about killing you. 
Your stare was expressionless, something that perplexed Peter. You usually wore your heart on your sleeve and every thought on your brow. But now, as he looked into your eyes, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking. He didn’t appreciate being out of the know. You had suddenly become an unknown variable in an equation he knew quite well. 
You tried to look at him objectively. You took in the way the sun seemed to melt into his skin, leaving stark shadows by the bulb of his nose and under the cut of his jaw. If someone told you that he had been carved from marble at the hands of Michelangelo, you would believe them. He was well-defined, every muscle and bone clear in the rays of the sun, but there was a softness to his edges that made him look feathered, almost holy. 
You had never stared Peter down before. He was seeing in you a boldness that he had yet to experience. He wasn’t sure if it was something he liked. You held a certain coldness that he was unfamiliar with. How odd. 
Peter tilted his head and you mindlessly mimicked it. You were attempting to break him down to a microscopic level, to judge his very molecules. Peter was dark but was he evil? This is what you were trying to solve. As you stared at him you thought back to every moment you had shared, tearing each memory to shreds, looking for anything that would tell you Peter was bad. 
You came up with a lot of ambitious greys. He had killed someone, several someones, but some of those murders were somewhat justifiable. He had killed pets. That was not good but better than killing people. He had been fascinated with the macabre but that made him fantastic to watch horror movies with. He had been cold to others but always showed you great kindness. He could display tremendous violence but you had only seen it in your defence. A vicious knight in shining armour coming to rescue you with bared teeth and bloody knuckles. 
You pulled away from the window leaving it open as you made your way down the stairs. Peter watched in curiosity as you marched your way across the street, not sparing him a single glance. He heard your determined steps and opened his door to you. 
You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his shirt. You couldn’t separate Peter from his actions. To lose any of him would be to lose him all. Your nails dug into his back as you blinked back tears. No. You were not going to lose him. Not today, not ever. Your Peter. 
“Aw, little lamb. What’s wrong?” He pulled you closer as you shook your head. How could you put it into words? How could you tell him that he was every boogeyman you feared but also the only solace from this waking nightmare? 
You pulled away with tears of anger. He looked at you confused and everything spilt over. You banged your hand against his chest. 
How could he? 
You brought your hand down again. 
He did this
And again.
You did this
And again
He did it for you
And again
And you let him
And again
For years
And again
You let him
You raised your fist another time, not nearly close to done, but Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You struggled against him but his hold was strong, too strong to fight. Your wave of anger passed and left you with true exhaustion. You collapsed against him, small whimpers falling from your lips. 
He held you to his chest as you continued to cry. You focused on the beating of his heart, his hand tracing shapes on your back, his breath on your shoulder, the sweet cooing in your ear. This was Peter. This was the boy you loved. The one holding you and telling you everything was going to be okay. 
It wasn’t enough. You needed more. More of his gentle touches and reassuring words. You needed to feel him, to know he was real and here. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he caught your legs as you jumped. 
“It’s okay, little lamb, I gotcha.” And you believed him. He always had you. He always made it better. If you were with Peter everything would be okay. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the woodsy smell of pine and cedar. It still wasn’t enough. You pulled yourself closer, your hands now in his hair and legs trapping him in a vice grip. You squeezed and squeezed, knowing he could take it. You just needed more. 
You felt a hand on your head and another wrapped around your back. It seemed like he was trying to reciprocate and the thought brought you a sliver of serenity. He moved to the bed, sitting you down on his lap and continued to pet your hair. All too soon he was breaking away and you couldn’t help the cry you let out. His hands found your face, lifting it to meet his gaze. 
“Little lamb, I can’t help you if you don't tell me what’s wrong.” The knot in his brows seemed real, as did the way he tensed his jaw. 
“I- I can’t-” You gulped helplessly for air but it felt as though someone had poked a hole in your lung. “I-You can’t- You can’t leave me!” 
You were gripping wildly at his shirt, trying to bring him closer, but his hold on your face kept you far away. He brought his lips to your forehead and everything stopped. For just a moment the clouds had parted and your mind cleared, but then he broke away and the fear swallowed you whole. 
In an act of delirium, you moved a hand from his shoulder to his neck. You felt the small goose bumps under the pads of your fingers, the drum of his steady pulse under your palm. It soothed you. You moved your hand lower, stretching his neckline as you reached for his pec, his heart. 
“Hey, hey, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” His hand on your wrist stopped you once again and you wanted to scream. His touch brought back that semblance of peace and in the quiet of your mind, you were able to piece together what you needed. 
Your eyes were filled with desperation, for what Peter couldn’t tell. He wanted to fix it. He could hear your heart thrumming, the small thing fluttering in your chest. 
“Please I…” Your mouth felt dry and your tongue heavy. “I need to feel you.” 
Peter froze. His mind was picking your words apart, dissecting each syllable. He thought he would explode. He looked over your frame, your heavy breathing and shaky hands. This is it. This is what he’s been waiting for. You would fall in love with him today. He was determined. 
He let go of your hands, placing his own on your waist. “Do whatever you need.”
You reached for his shirt and he helped you get it off. Your fingers traced the muscle and scars. He was so pretty. You needed more, more contact. You moved to take off your shirt and Peter watched in awe as you revealed yourself to him. 
You wrapped yourself around him, hands tracing the planes of his back, massaging the muscle under your palms. Peter’s hands were running up and down your back in comforting circles. 
His fingers began toying with the clasp of your bra listening for your reaction. He noticed the way your heart beat faster and your breath caught in your throat. He slipped the annoying fabric off your shoulders and gathered all the strength he had. You were on his lap, pressed against him. All of his late-night fantasies were coming to fruition and he had to stop himself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you like an animal. He had to be slow, and careful. 
You pulled yourself closer, head buried in his neck as your nose played with his pulse point. Peter trailed his shaking hands to your ass, squeezing it. You let out a soft moan and Peter could scream. He could feel you against him. He could pick up on the small pulse in your clit, the new warmth in your core against his waist. 
He trailed his hand down further, rubbing at your thigh, and you whined again. His fingers found your chin, lifting you to see him eye to eye. His palm flattened against your cheek and you nuzzled into it, lost in the warmth of his touch. Peter’s willpower was hanging by a thread and you were doing very little to keep him strong. 
“Little lamb, do you want me to make you feel better?” His other hand skated a path on the inside of your thigh. “Do you want me to fix it?” 
You nodded your head, the sheer force of it rattling your brain. He was gonna fix it. Peter knew you better than anyone and you knew he would give you what you needed, even if you weren’t sure what that was right now. But Peter would know. He always knew and he always fixed it. 
He brought his lips to yours and you felt the rapture in his touch. His grip on your thigh grounded you in the moment. His lips were dry and cracked, the dead skin threatening to cut you open but god if it didn’t make you feel things. His thumb pulled at your chin, opening your mouth to him. His tongue explored forth and you pushed yours forward trying to meet it. The kiss was awkward and lacking a certain grace but neither of you cared. 
He turned to the side, placing your back on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You tried to pull him down and he let you guide him. With all of his weight on you, you began to feel a little better. Peter was becoming more and more tangible. 
His hands skated across your ribs then in towards your boobs. You moaned at the feeling of him holding you in his big hands. Peter’s kisses left your face to join his deft fingers. You had never felt like this before, like you were on fire but also like ice was running through your veins. Peter was both dousing the fire and adding petrol to the flames. It was intoxicating. 
He took a nipple in his mouth and worried it with his teeth. He was delighted when he felt you buck underneath him. He marked them as much as he could, while his hands worked on getting your jeans off. He wanted everyone to know they were his. Not Noah’s, not Micheal’s, not Morrissey’s, and certainly not Blake’s. 
No, no, this was all Peter’s. You belonged to him, well before this moment. You were always his. He knew he would make it so, that one day he saw you sitting on the curb. He knew then that you would be his. He spent years instilling this thought in your head. Years of meticulous planning and discreet word choice all leading to this moment. You would be his forever. 
He pulled down your jeans like he had many times before, but this time a new aroma surrounded him. It was all-consuming. Peter’s eyes darkened and you almost didn’t recognise the man in front of you. Without a single warning, he was gripping your thighs, pulling them apart to make space for his face. 
You felt his tongue against the crotch of your panties and it felt like he had shocked you with a twelve-volt battery. You gripped the sheets as he started making out with clothed pussy. His name tumbled from your lips and he had never heard a more sacrosanct sound. It brought him back to the moment. 
He had almost forgotten that you were awake. He didn’t have to be careful, he could indulge in everything you had to offer, and he planned to drown. He ripped your panties, the elastic snapping under his powerful grip. He placed his thumbs on your mound, pulling your lips apart to fully soak in the treasure before him. 
He ran his nose from your quivering hole to your clit, breathing in the aphrodisiac that is you. Your hips bucked again and Peter couldn’t help grinding into the mattress. He ate you out like a starved man at a Golden Coral. 
You couldn’t keep track of where he was. He was sucking on your clit, then thrusting his tongue inside you, then he was in both places at the same time. Your brain was melting in pleasure and Peter could tell you were close. He wasn’t exactly sure how but he just knew and the thought spurred him on more. He brought a finger to your cunt and watched as your toes curled. 
“Petey, I feel, I feel weird” Peter could have came just then. His imagination ran wild at the thought of you never coming before. And he would be the first person, the only person, to make you do so. 
“It’s okay little lamb, you’ll feel better I promise. Just let it go.” He put another finger in you and it hurt, but the way he was pumping them so fast had your mind spinning. He went back to attacking your clit and you felt an unfamiliar snap in your abdomen. It was like you were seeing colour for the first time. You let out a scream as you came and Peter slowly came to a stop. 
You saw him grinning between your legs before he dipped his head down once again. He pinned down your legs to keep you from squirming as his tongue entered you again. You could feel the muscle as it scrapped against your walls. He brought his thumb back to your clit and started running it in a circle. You couldn’t breathe. 
“Pete, Pete, it’s too much.” He just went harder and your back arched. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging on it, trying to pull him away. You felt him grunt into you as it reverberated through you. You felt that feeling in the pit of your gut again and you focused on Peter’s instructions. You felt your legs start to straighten and you were panting, music to Peter’s ears. You came again and Peter wasted no time licking it up. 
You lay there lifeless against his pillows, trying to catch your breath. You felt Peter stand and you turned to watch him slip off his pants. He stood before you, a Grecian god. His hard-on was reaching to his belly button, red and shiny. 
You sat up immediately. You had never seen a penis before, not in person at least. A few years ago Peter had introduced you to porn but it wasn’t really your thing. 
“Look what you did to me little lamb.” Your heart fell through the floor. He grabbed your hand placing it on the shaft. It felt heavy in your palm, and you started stroking it. 
“Does it…hurt?” You had heard guys at school talking about having erections. You had heard them talking about how sometimes it hurt and how cruel these girls were for making them hurt. You didn’t want Peter to hurt. 
“A little bit,” was all he said. You bit your lip, the guilt eating away at you. 
“I want to help. How can I help?” Peter put a hand on your face, his thumb tracing the hallow of your cheek. It then tracked its way to your lip, pulling it from your teeth before quickly replacing it. 
You swirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking it in further. Peter threw his head back in a moan and you stopped. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You were doing this all wrong. You had caused Peter pain and you couldn’t fix it. Why couldn’t you fix him the way he fixed you? Peter only chuckled and you couldn’t understand what was so funny about you being a bad friend. 
“It’s okay little lamb, it didn’t hurt. It felt really nice.” You beamed at him and the pride in your eyes made him feral. 
“Really?” Of course, you were a pleaser. It would only make sense. This new revelation gave him so much more ammo. God, you were too good to be true. It was like he built you in a lab. In a way he kind of had. 
“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl.” You preened at his words. 
“Can you keep being a good girl for me?” You nodded your head and Peter used his thumb to pull your mouth open again. 
“Stick your tongue out for me, yeah just like that, now breath through your nose.” You followed his instructions as he grabbed your hair, bringing you closer and closer to his member. 
It felt heavy on your tongue, and a little tangy too. You wrapped your lips around him, tracing a prominent vein with your tongue. Peter threw his head back again and this time you continued. After a bit you felt his hand pull on your hair, pulling you away from his cock before slamming it back down. You choked around him and he kept you there, his other hand rubbing your cheek. 
“There you go, there you go. You gotta breathe through your nose. Just relax, yeah. You’re doing so good for me little lamb.” You focused on his words, trying to follow his instruction. He moved your head back and forward again falling into a steady rhythm. He was hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, you could feel a sore spot where his tip kept hitting. 
Above you, Peter was a panting mess. He was babbling and you felt proud of yourself for doing that to him. He was singing you praises about how good you felt, the great job that you were doing. He looked down at you and that was his reckoning. You were peering up at him, dick in your mouth and a slobbering mess. He saw the tears running down your cheeks and it took all of his strength to pull you away. 
One day he would fuck that pretty face of yours but he couldn’t now. His goal was to make you fall in love with him. He had to show you how good he was at pleasuring you. He had to show you that he knew what you needed, what you wanted. He had to show you that he was the only person that could do that for you. 
You pulled away with a soft pop and a smile. “Was that good?” 
Peter brought you into a bruising kiss and you could taste the both of you. The blend was intoxicating. “Oh baby, you did so well.” 
He was pushing you back into the bed as a hand moved back down to your core. His fingers moved around in the slick and you purred. 
“Look at you little lamb, I just cleaned you up. Did you like sucking on Daddy’s dick like that, hmm?” You nodded your head, biting your lip in an attempt to lessen your grin. 
His lips found the side of your neck, licking and biting on the supple skin. “Well you did such a good job, I think it’s only fair Daddy pay it forward.” 
You tangled your hands in his hair, running the smooth locks through your fingers. “No, it’s okay. I wanna make you feel good.” 
His fingers found your abused clit and you arched your back into him. “Oh little lamb, It’ll make me feel so much better.” 
He pulled away as you looked at him through heavy eyelids. “Do you promise, Daddy?” 
Peter growled before attacking you. His kiss was heavy making you lose any train of thought. 
“Promise.” You felt a blinding pain in your core. Your nails racked up his back as you grasp for the air he seemed to have pushed out of you. 
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’ll feel better in a moment.” He kissed away the tears running down your face, massaging your breast. He began pulling out slowly leaving only his tip, then slammed back into you. The pain was beginning to subside or maybe it was just him working your clit and hitting something in you that made your toes curl. 
He grabbed one of your legs, bringing your ankle to his shoulder, pushing himself deeper. A moan ripped from your throat, as you felt him hit your cervix, over and over. You reached for his face, needing to kiss him. Wanting all of him. You needed to drown in everything Peter Parker could give you. 
His hand found the back of your neck once again. You clung to him as his thumb traced its way down your jugular. He could feel it drumming against his skin, he pushed against it, fascinated by you. You suddenly felt airy, your mind was swimming and your senses were heightened. Peter felt the way you tightened around him and the way your heart picked up. 
He brought his hand to the front of your throat, adjusting his grip, before applying more pressure. You moaned as he continued to piston into you. The coil in your abdomen was moments from snapping, your legs were tensing on their own accord. You were no longer in control, not that you ever were. 
Peter had bewitched you. You weren't sure when but you looked into his eyes and knew that it must have happened. Your vision was getting blurry, with tears or lack of oxygen you weren’t sure. You heard Peter whisper something to you, something you couldn't quite make out past the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. Then his fingers released you. The sudden rush of oxygen to your brain made you feel dizzy, your nerves alight. You came with a gasp and Peter didn’t slow down for a single second. 
He continued slamming into you as you lay there limp, unable to do much more. He flipped you over on your face and grabbed your hips, setting them upright. He kissed along your spine before entering you again. You cried out into the pillows, he was so big and so deep inside you. You wondered for a moment if the constant rocking had affected your brain. 
He was using your body and you didn’t hate it. He gave you all the praise you could hope for and you got to sit there and take it. It seemed like a great arrangement. Your fingers gripped the sheets, clawing at them desperately. There was a certain element of pain present but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he felt this amazing. 
“God, you feel so good. Better than ever before.” You let yourself drown in the words he was saying, in the feeling he was bringing you. He was fixing it. Just like he promised. It wasn’t long until he let out a harsh grunt, pushing himself even farther into you. You felt his dick twitch and a warmth coat your walls. 
When Peter pulled out he noticed you wince. He turned you around to face him and began massaging your body. His firm hands ran past the muscle of your thighs to the fat on your stomach with soothing circles. You looked devastatingly gorgeous like this. Completely wrecked, totally relaxed, entirely pliant. 
You made grabby hands for him and he chuckled as he fell into your embrace. You brought him flush to your sweaty body, running your hands through his chestnut locks. He hummed against you and you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your face. 
“Hey, Peter?” He could sense your anxiety, which is never a good sign. He was so sure his plan had worked.
“Yes, little lamb?” Your fingers stuttered in their ministrations as you fought for the words. 
“I- I was just wondering…” The words died in your throat. Peter moved his head, so he could look into your eyes. 
“Wondering if what?” You closed your eyes, feeling too overwhelmed by his gaze. You thought about what had led you here in the first place. You thought of the revelation you had as you first wrapped your arms around him. To lose any of him would be to lose him all. You couldn’t ask him to stop. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. You felt terrible. How could you even ask him to do that? How could you be so selfish?
“Uhhh, what are we? Like now? Are we still friends? Are we more?” Peter tilted his head as he pondered your question. 
“Well, what do you want?” You felt all the air leave your body, suddenly replaced entirely with fear. 
“I don’t want you to leave. I want you, forever.” Peter raised himself with his arms, now hovering over your body. The space between you palpable now as he searched your eyes. 
“Then you have me,” He kissed you, it was a promise. 
A Peter Parker promise was a binding contract. He chose his words with such precision, he never said something without resounding contemplation. He pressed his words into your soul, branding you for the rest of your days. 
“Forever.” 
Tag List: @andrews-lovr @brinaslittlefreak @ilovemoonknight @negasonic-teenage-asshole @preciousbabypeter @princesskittycatofmeowland @rudy-the-winged-wolf @whoreforklitz @liz-allyn and @blooming-violets this sequel is for you. Hope y'all enjoy :))
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sabbyywabbyy · 7 months
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1 day late for my Holloween post😫
I watched Wendell and Wild 2 times now and I will never get tired of the music and the character designs 💙💙💙🥰 I have never seen such great representation too!
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drawingadventures · 5 months
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Day 30 of drawing regularly until October is octover part 1
This is called part one because I had a great idea of trying to come up with costumes for Arcane odyssey cast to wear, (for holloween)
but just in case I can’t finish it today or I can’t come up with a interesting idea, here’s Coby Water! Drowning
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jubiilee13 · 2 years
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I was wondering if you could do tommyinnit x reader where the reader loves holloween with a passion. Like he will brag about the holloween gifts you've gotten for each other to chat or wilbur and talk about how cute you are when you get excited over holloween.
Yes!!!!! :)
TW: none :)
SHEJJDJWJDJWJDJWJDJ YES YES YES
He knows how much you love Halloween
And he just loves loves loves to hear you talk about it!!
You always get so interested and happy it just makes him want to melt
And if you mention something you like?
He buys it for you
Mention a Halloween costume you want?
It’s yours.
YOU TWO WOULD ALSO DO A REALLY CHEESY HALLOWEEN COSTUME
LIKE SOME LOVEY DOVEY COUPLE STUFF USEJJSJWJDJWJDJWJDNWNDNEN
You definitely force him to decorate his room for Halloween
Chat definitely asks lots of questions about it-
He just starts ranting to chat about how happy Halloween makes u and how much he loves to see you all giddy over stuff
Chat is calling him a simp 100%
But he’s like “cHaT iM noT a SimP?1!1!1!”
You two would def do Halloween streams
Like dressing him up in something stupid
You probably turned him into a minion or something like that-
I have a feeling he also goes to costume stores regularly to see if he can find anything in particular he thinks you might like
Hes the kinda guy to buy those plastic little spider rings and put them all on
He’d be like “I’m so swaggy 😎”
In the future he’d definitely get scared by one he forgot about-
Like he set it on his table and forgot about it
And in the middle of streaming one day he just screams
Chats like “wtf?”
And he just has to explain that he got scared by a piece of plastic
He also gets lots of giant blow up decorations for your yard
You guys are like the coolest house in the neighborhood
Overall it would just be so cute like ejejdjwksjqkdjjwjfjs i crave it :)
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nyanggk · 1 year
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𝟏𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐤 ♡
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♡ Hello to Everyone !
I've recently had the privilege of reaching 1,000 followers here on tumblr and I just want to start off by making a small little speech to show my gratitude and thanks to those who have supported me; my lovely lovely moots as well as the sweet anons who've seen me grow from afar.
With that being said, my journey towards 1k wasn't smooth. There were a lot of ups and down, trials and such, but I managed to pick myself back up because of all of you! So, as thanks and as promised, I will be conducting a 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 as well as a (not so) 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬) that will be coming out earlier than expected because of this recent milestone.
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𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
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(18+) 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 (coming soon!)
. . . approximate word count: 8k
warnings : contains explicit sexual content, demons, MSDNI
n. the reason why ive decided to only upload an 18+ fic as celebration is 1.) bcs it was alrdy in the making and 2.) it fit the holloween season. extra ! : i might make an 16+ fic depending if anyone wants it, but it's still tentative.
Throughout endless eons, man has been plagued with the sin of temptation and lust. From a young age, man has been taught that lust is evil and those who turn their fantasies into a reality are forsaken by God. Those who practice the act of premarital sex are shunned by society, especially if they are to bear a child in ones womb. Those who think of such thoughts however, are ordered to be cleansed with the use of whips and holy water.
Children are raised to be perfect by those who are imperfect. They're taught that God is above all and when the day of the final judgement comes, you are to be sent either to Heaven, the land of Paradise or be banished to Hell, the land of Sinners. To prevent the latter from happening, parents try their hardest to raise a untainted child, however, the God who's said to be the most merciful and good, sends ruthless challenges their way in order to test their faith and conviction and one of them being you.
. . . read here !
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send an ask or fill up this form to be notified when it's posted!
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𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓
. . .welcome to mirai's matchmaking service hut 🛖 !
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DICSLAIMER !
♡ please be aware that this is purely for fun and make sure not to get mad when you don't get your bias >:((
♡ this will be a tedious task, so I will only take 15 submissions for this event and be patient. I will slowly work my way through them after first caress is done.
♡ read the requirements before sending an ask as those who do not follow the rules will be automatically ignored. afterwards, you may continue scrolling towards the bottom where an example submission will be given.
♡ make sure to attach the codes in your ask.
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REQUIRMENTS !
♡ all ages are welcome! but those who request for 18+ themes need to be adults and can NOT be sent through anon as I need to check your profile for your legitimate age. and please, don't lie about it. thoze who are requesting minor friendly content are fine to use anon tho! code1 : berries
♡ when sending in a submission, please fill in the following information as well as answer the given questions asked;
for all ages; name, group you want me to choose a member to pair you up with, likes & dislikes, ideal date, ideal man, optional but tell me something random about you!
for those who want 18+; name, group you want me to choose a member to pair you up with, likes & dislikes, ideal date, ideal man, kinks, turn offs, optional but tell me something random about you!
optional info; hobbies, an animal you think that represents you, fave food, etc
♡ available groups to choose from; enhypen (recommended), txt, stray kids, (g)-idle (this is including soojin fuck all u bitches)
n. "recommended" means this is a group I can give a more in depth detail in.
♡ moots dont need to do this (mainly bcs ik theyll put in a msg either eay lol)but after filling up the needed information, make sure to write atleast a small note of congratulations.
reason for this is because I do not want needy anons to just send me the info, chuck it in my inbox, have me write thousands of words, come up with scenarios, and then in the end, they're not going to give feedback bcs they are who can't reblog or comment. code2 : microwave. it's a spot a follower that actually cared to give a message deserves.
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EXAMPLE ASK !
"hello! congratulations on reaching 1k followers! thank u sm for doing this event,,, I hope u have a lovely day ~!
my name is mirai and please pair me with with enhypen member!
I like listening to music and my favorite genres are rock and r&b. from time to time, I casually play league. I like reading and my favorite genres are romance. i don't like horror that much bcs I have a hard time picturing it in my mind.
code3 : tenten
my ideal date is a fun carnival date and my ideal date is someone who's very considerate and fun to be around— someone who's spontaneous like me!
(for those who are sending in 18+ submission; I'm into degradation and I like being called a whore during sex blah blah its kinda making me flustered sorry lol u guys get the hizz)
I'm looking forward to what you come up with!
*insert codes*"
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WITH THAT BEING SAID, I'd like to thank everyone once again and i hope yall have a fun time participating !
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daegall · 6 months
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QUESTIONS CMONNN
1) this is going to be the BEST double date of your entire life—who are YOU going out with and who is [ your mutual of choice ] going out with ???
2) ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP WE ALL LOVE ROAD TRIPS CMON ,,,, YOU AND 3 MUTUALS ARE GOING A ROAD TRIP WITH 4 NCT MEMBERS ‼️‼️ WHICH MUTUALS AND WHICH NCT MEMBERS
3) sing with doyoung and xiaojun or dance with mark and ten ?
4) you're looking at lilacs and wisteria with sungchan ,,,, or is it daisies and peonies with jaemin ?
5) you're at an amusement park with the dreamies and haechan wants to go on a ferris wheel but jeno wants to go on a roller coaster ,,, chenle wants to get food and jisung wants to go in the spinning tea cups ,,,, who are you following along with ???
6) BAKING FOR HOLLOWEEN WITH WAYV OR DECORATING FOR CHRISTMAS WITH "KNOW NOW" UNIT ???
HAVE FUNSIES
ok its time .
1. OBVIOSULY im going with haechan 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 and OBVIOUSSSLYYY @hirokari is going with jaemin IF NOTTTT THEN @jaehunnyy chip is SO goi g with jeno or san is tjat rven a question
2. 3 MUTUALS LETS GOO ; @ohdudehesflirting @jaehunnyy @nyukyujs <33 so fun ANDNDNDND mark, chenle, jungwoo + jeno!!!!!! imo the BEST campers ‼️‼️‼️‼️ or the most entertaining at lwast (WE NEED A GUITAR FOR LATE NIGHT KAREOKE!!!!)
3. i LOVE singing buet i feek like id end up crying in the presence of doyoung and xiaojuns vocals and just liten all day BUT dancing?? i have NO exoerience and itd be SOOOO FUN to lear from mark and ten!!!
4. I HATE THIS ONE JT MAKES ME SO PHYSICALKY SAD THAT I HAVE TO PICK BETWEEN TWO DUDE,,,,,,, the wheel said sungchan 😇 in wheel of names we trust ‼️‼️
5. OK LOOL HAECHAN MWUAH I LOVE YOU CHENLE?? GOD YUM YESYES BUTTTT jeno or jisung. ITS BE SOOO FUNNNNNN esp seeing jisung screech in a teacup but !!! my lvoe for rollercoasters cant compete so!!!! jeno 🔥🔥
6. I FUCKING ADORE CHRISTMAS SO 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 AND KNOW NOW IS SO???? AMAZING???????
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motheatencrow · 1 year
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HOLLOWEEN 2022 MASTERPOST
THATS RIGHT ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR. “MOTH MAKES POOR CHOICES AND DOES MULTIPLE DRAWTOBERS AT ONCE” (hollow knight flavor)
All the days I do will be compiled here!
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Day 1: Discovery
Day 2: Neon
Day 3: Costumes
Day 4: Shining
Day 5: Ascension
Day 6: Graffiti
Day 7: Beast
Day 8: Fruity
Day 9: Bells
Day 10: Wander
Day 11: Magic
Day 12: Docks
Day 13: Steel
Day 14: Shrine
CHAIN BROKE now only doing days that interest me/have time for
Day 16: Picnic
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gaybabything · 2 months
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For real for real! Hehe I will see what I can do for your drawing! >:DD
I do celebrate Holloween and my favorite costume... well... so, similar story to yours, actually but less cool and more.. terrible. XD
This was the one and only costume my dad really helped me with (he was lame and hated Hollidays so he would do the bare minimum for most-) but because I was DETERMINED to have my outfit be my Minecraft skin he went all out for me. We bought boxes and printed out my skin, taping it to said boxes. I was ALL boxes. Walking was a NIGHTMARE and I think the actual night was terrible- but I loved creating something with my dad so much I will never forget it!
Weirdest thing I have ever eaten... hmmm. Was dared to eat cat food once? OH OH! and kangaroo meat! I had a weird old friend of my mom give me some. Maybe he was lying about it being kangaroo meat but it DID taste weird, so idk!
Are you in or have you ever been in any after school programs such as band, drama, or clubs? (I was in band and drama!) Do you have a bunch of siblings? (I'm an only child, but I have always wanted siblings!)
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I've gotta be honest, I always wanted to make an outfit out of boxes lol. Also, KANGAROO??? Damn.
I'm not in any actual after school clubs, but I am in fact a theater kid. It's an actual class tho, along with Production and Design which is just the backstage stuff. And we stay after school for it a lot, so I guess it counts?
I have 1 older sister! We're 3 years and 1 day apart! She's pretty cool!
If you could communicate with 1 species of animal, what would it be and why? And is there a specific place you really want to visit one day?
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jaeminvore · 1 year
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1. Hyunjin is my ugly brother LOL (jk yeh hes pretty but hes my big brother WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
2. It is in the planning process and I would def love(and need) some help 🛐
Also I only thought about the uhm beginnign part so far i dont have the freaking plot in mind😀😀😀
3. My ADHD brain think up odeas every what 2 to 3 business days (also my cupid Jeongin and Holloween spirit Heesueng au has not been updated in forever HELP)
GHKDFJGHDFKG BROTHER!HYUNJIN WOOO and take your time, masterpieces take longer to make so take as much time as you need 🤩 and HEAVY on the brain thinking of ideas sometimes I have none, and sometimes I have too much all at one like damn 💀 I have too a handful of wips that have been begging to be updated so we're pretty much in the same boat ig 😵
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Can not lie I have fond Halloween memories and now 50 + years of serving King of Kings Lord of Lords SHABBAT SHALOM: """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" TWO DAYS FOR SATAN'S HOLIDAY = HOLY DAY HOLLOWEEN= HOLLOW EVE , THIS BEING THE DAY BEFORE ALL SAINTS DAY WHICH WE RECOGNIZE THE SAINTS AND WE GIVE ((ALL PRAISE)) TO OUR LORD GOD ALMIGHTY AND JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD AND SAVIOR. YAV HEH VAV HEH ((LORD)) ADONAI AND YESHUA HAMASHIACH AND THE HOLY SPIRIT RUACH HACHLODESH!! (♡)^(♡)^(♡)^(♡)^(♡)^(♡) IF YOU ARE A FOLLOWER OF CHRIST JESUS WE SHOULD NOT BE CELEBRATING A DAY FOR THE WORSHIP OF SATAN!! IF YOU THINK THIS IS ALL INNOCENT AND A DAY FOR THE CHILDREN TO GO OUT AND BEG FOR CANDY, YOU ((ARE)) SADLY MISTAKEN!! JUST A FEW SCRIPTURES WHICH BRING THIS BEHAVIOR BEFORE OUR LORD GOD: LEVITICUS 20:25--27) DEUTERONOMY 14:1&2) LEVITICUS 18:21) JEREMIAH 32:35) (10:2 ) 2ND CHRONICLES 33:6) ACTS 16:16) EZEKIEL 22:17) MATTHEW 23:25) DEUTERONOMY 12:29--32) 2ND CHRONICLES 6:14,15, 17)   DO YOUR RESEARCH AND MAKE UP YOUR MIND WHO YOU WILL SERVE; OUR LORD GOD, JESUS CHRIST, OR MOLOCH, LIGHT OR DARKNESS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN, WORSHIP GOD OR SATAN? ((THINK ABOUT THIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN CHRIST JESUS!!! WE ARE LIVING IN THE LAST DAYS AND WE HAVE FREE WILL, GOD GIVES US THIS, THE ISRAELITES HAD THE SAME CHOICES, AND FAILING MANY TIMES. WE DO (NOT) HAVE THE LUXURY OF TIME ANY LONGER!!! I ONLY PRAY THE RIGHT DECISION IS MADE!!! (( SHABBAT SHALOM ))
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jack-o-phantom · 3 years
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“Do you think we should really leave him like that?,”
“As long as the others are distracted, we can have all the candy Fritz!”
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Inktober, day one:  “Coffee Date in Ghost City.”
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