I Think You Come From Another World

Tate, Kai, and James being the definition of hot in PSYCHOTIC

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGE HARRISON !

George Weasley is litteraly the biggest boobs man, he just love to peek into your shirt to see them, touch them, suck on them litteraly a baby

(Please can u do a mini-fic with it?)

ugh yeah george is so fucking obsessed with your boobs that he’ll try to get peek whenever he can, subtly tugging at the top of your shirt and sneakily stealing a glance as you eye him disapprovingly with a raised eyebrow. and when you’re talking to him while wearing a low-cut top, his eyes are mesmerisingly glued to your chest, your perfect tits slightly spilling from your tiny shirt, making your words go in one ear and out the other.

and even in public, in the crowded common room, he has no shame whatsoever. “george, stop it!” you command with a firm, stern tone, swiftly swatting his hand away that wanders under your shirt towards your bra-covered tits. you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassments as you quickly glance around to see if anyone saw his inappropriate behaviour. “well, that’s just mean…” he whines, fake-pouting at you before his gaze is already drawn to your tits once again as you roll your eyes at him. “…keeping them all to yourself like that.” he playfully huffs, his eyes still fixed on your chest, staring intently with his head slightly tilted, drool almost spilling from his slightly parted lips.

and during sex, all his attention is on your tits and hardened nipples— either his strong, firm hands are massaging them and his fingers toying with your nipples or his mouth is wrapped around them, sucking on them them eagerly. he also loves to cover them completely in hickeys, fully claiming them as his, before fucking you at a fast pace, hungrily watching your tits bounce in synchronisation with his relentless thrusts. “bloody hell.” george groans, completely entranced by the mesmerising sight beneath him, as he licks his lips with a hungry and lustful twinkle in his eyes. “so… perfect…”

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‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

can you do evans reacting to you giving them head unprovoked lol

𝜗ϱ ┆ GIVING (UNSOLICITED) HEAD .ᐟ

── THE EVANs ‧ h e a d c a n o n s ೃ࿐

ft. tate ‧ kit ‧ kyle ‧ jimmy ‧ james ‧ kai ‧ austin ‧ peter ‧ warren ‧ colin

⟣ TAGS ‧ NSFW | f! reader | mdni

a/n: cackling at this rn… thx anon

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

a devious smirk would appear on his face

because this is basically one of his (many) fantasies coming true

plus he’s like horny all the time

a whimperer and a moaner. everyone in the house would know that he’s getting head

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

needs a bit convincing (scared of getting caught— whether it’s by the orderlies in briarcliff or the kids in the house)

there’s a bit of hesitation at first

don’t get me wrong, he loves the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his dick

it’s just that Kit is more of a giver than a receiver (aww)

would definitely offer to return the favour after you’ve pleasured him

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

if you’re intoxicated at a party and offered him, he’d definitely refuse

even if he’s your boyfriend

he’d switch from party animal mode to protective mode and look after you

steering you clear from doing anything you’ll regret afterwards

e.g offering random guys blowjobs because he knows his frat brothers don’t have morals or common decency

⟢ franken .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

would happily accept it

and who can blame him?

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

would stare at you with almost a comical expression of confusion

but he’s not gonna pass on a free bj from a pretty girl like you

real sweet afterwards. helping you clean up, giving you a glass of water etc.

would return the favour. he really knows how to please a lady with his hands ;)

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

would be mortified at your wanton behaviour

maybe if he’d just finished murdering someone and you offered him head, James would happily accept

but under most circumstances, he couldn’t approve of your “unladylike” behaviour (as if murder is socially acceptable… this man has double standards.)

“you little minx…”

expect to be punished later lol

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

surprised but wouldn’t show it

would take it as his due

takes great pleasure in gagging you with his cock while calling you a slut

it’ll become a regular occurrence, where he’d expect blowjobs from you wherever and whenever

not that he cares if his followers see

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

would accept in a heartbeat

moans like a total slut on the couch

he’d be very vocal and talk dirty

tells you that you have world-class, olympian level mouth game

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

are you fucking kidding? hell yeah

a whore for sloppy head

grunts and groans

might be unintentionally rough and grab your hair

makes up for it by getting high with you and probably more sex

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he’d laugh it off, thinking that you weren’t being serious

but when you’ve made it clear that you were serious, he’d be a flustered mess

really sensitive

whiney and fidgety

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

his face would blush fifty shades of red

palms sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

tries to maintain a somewhat calm facade but he’s a total mess

would instinctively place his hand on the back of you head then wonder if that made him seem too dominating or eager

would be at a loss of words

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<-.poser boy.->

~WARNINGS~ male orgasm, teasing, nipple play, slight angst, handjob (m receiving), dryhumping

DNI UNDER 16

“Mmm…”

If there was one good thing about being dead, it was the fellow ghosts. Half of you regretted trodding to the abandoned mansion at the end of the street, where you ended up being stabbed to death and robbed by who would have been a potential weed dealer. But the other half…damn. Sometimes being dead was not all bad.

When you first met Tate Langdon, you assumed the worst. After all, he was some wannabe Columbine-copycat, some masochist attention-seeker who sat in his room all day and listened to poser bands like Nirvana. You were more than that, weren’t you? He was just some edgy teen. Well, so you thought.

But now here you were, sitting on his bed with your lips mashed against his. His soft tongue kept poking out tenderly, swooning your lips into opening just enough so he could press his tongue’s tip against yours. He let out a soft whine before tugging you closer.

You kept your eyes shut as he pulled your shirt over your head, still too embarrassed to make eye contact with the boy you convinced yourself you hated. As he kitten-licked your chest, you tried to let your mind wander to think of anything but the poser boy grabbing your waist. But you couldn’t. Instead all you could do was grab his hair by the roots and squeeze your eyes shut as he drew perfect little circles around your hard nipples with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck yes…”

Damn, he was vocal, and that made it all the worse. It was hard to pretend it wasn’t him when he was humping your thigh and moaning into your skin. You felt his throbbing erection against you and you laid there quietly, not knowing how to respond. You died without your first kiss, but God forbid you let Tate know that. And to know he somehow craved you this badly, it was more of an ego boost than anything. That was, if you ignored the ache nestled under your hips. But that had to be unrelated, right? You couldn’t be horny for the loser lapping at your chest.

You watched blankly he hastily tugged his dick out of his pants and gave it two quick strokes to help ease the aching. Precum was dripping in little clear beads from the tip, and out of sheer boredom (as you tried to convince yourself) you began to rub your thumb softly on the swollen tip. He let out a loud whine and buried his face in your neck.

“Please…please…I needa cum…”

How fucking pathetic. And yet, you were tugging softly at his throbbing cock, wondering wistfully how he would feel tucked deep inside you. He let out another loud moan as he clawed at your waistband, feeling your arousal through your pants. It felt good. So good.

“C’here.”

You whispered as you let your legs fall apart. He immediately nodded with understanding and began rubbing his tenderness against your crotch. With each hump, his eyes rolled back into his head. You almost did not notice that now you weren’t just making out with him with your eyes open, but you were checking him out. Pools of precum from his leaking cock covered the front of your jeans as he mumbled and moaned into your shoulder. With a soft yank you tugged his shirt off, and began rolling his nipples over your thumb as he whimpered into your skin.

A couple more rough humps, and you felt a spurt of warmth against your crotch. But this time you forgot to hold back your moans, and he looked up with soft surprise at the idea you might have just enjoyed this. His cheeks were tinged red and he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as he rode his orgasm out on your thigh. Your jeans were covered in his warm cum, but somehow you didn’t care.

After the bliss passed, he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smirk.

“You gotta let me have more.”

The fucking pervert. But somehow you still found yourself tugging your jeans down. So much for pretending.

so fr .

going through my creepy pasta phase in 2024 like a LOSER

it’s 2014 again spread the word

up, down, side to side, horizontal, vertical, oral, doggy style, prone bone, missionary, on the couch, in the bed, on a boat, on a plane, on a train, in a prius, in a 16-wheeler, in a pool, in a hot tub, on the neighbor’s lawn, in front of his ex’s house, in a garden, in the eiffel tower, in the panama canal, at all the 7 wonders, at disneyland, at disneyland in tokyo, in the murder house, at briarcliff, at the coven, at the freak show, at the hotel cortez, in roanoke, in the basement on the fucking pinky power table, in the outpost, in the lab, on a beach in p-town, at dunder mifflin, at x mansion, in his mom’s basement, in a library while stealing books, in the sex shop, in another mental hospital, at trump towers, in his apartment he rented me, at the police precinct, while traveling the CA coast, in somalia, in the 60s, on the street, in the international space station, any hole, any position, in the air, on the ground, under the ground, at the center of the earth, in all the oceans, on the table, on the counter, in a river, in a tree, on a highway, in a truck bed.

anywhere. anytime. any hole.