#ANYWAY HALLOWED BODIES FUN FUN FUN

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

WIP Intro - Hallowed Bodies

Genre: Adult literary fiction, novella (a Moth Work novella that bridges BODY BACK & Feeding Habits)

Status: Currently drafting / ~10k words

Synopsis: Alone for a week in Las Vegas, Lonan feels trapped in bland domesticity until a strange encounter propels him to search for his missing younger sister.

Setting: Las Vegas, NV

Vibe: Empty churches, candles burning, dangling rosaries, worn hymnbooks, musty libraries, reflections dulled by blue hour, still bodies of water, staring at a stranger in the dark, expired film, family photo albums, wispy sunlight, crisp eucharist, a fluttering city, an untouched bowl of cherries, dazed walks at golden hour, lonely men

Characters:

Lonan (narrator - 21) | internal, illogical, romantic, anxious, lonely

The man (26) | forward, decisive, charming, desperate

Excerpt:

Lonan doesn’t pray anymore. At least not the way he used to. As a child, he and his father prayed everywhere: begging for forgiveness at Crater Lake, repenting in line for an oil change, supplicating in a windstorm. On Sundays, they’d wake before dawn and nestle in front of the bathroom mirror, recite the first chapter of Genesis, Paul’s letters to Timothy, Psalm 22. Lonan preferred the Apostle’s Creed. He’d watch his young mouth repeat I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, and he did believe. After hours of this, sunlight misting the open window, mass a half hour away, their lips would be so numb they’d have to pinch them until they were bloody mouthed and ready, at last, for God.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: April 30

"Breakeven" by The Script

[sundrop-writes]

if George walked in on you changing...

Word Count: 990

Harry Potter Masterlist

Warnings: this is set during Deathly Hallows when everyone is preparing for Bill and Fleur's wedding; the reader and George are not in a relationship, but they are friends with a spark who have been flirty with each other for a long time; the reader is described as afab and is mentioned to be wearing a dress (changing into one); the general tone of this is steamy with no explicit smut; George stares at the reader while she is undressed but the reader likes it; mentions of George's injury (his ear being blasted off); mentions of sex; general flirtiness and sexual tension.

A/N: I saw a bunch of tiktoks using the prompt 'how the Harry Potter characters would react to accidentally walking in on you changing' and idk why that was such a thing on tiktok, but it made me think of this. Let me know if you want to see this trope done with other characters and I'll probably do it because it was really fun. Also I am trying out this new formatting style because this is such a short fic. Anyway, hope you guys like it!

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“Oi! Is it time for-?” 

You heard the very distinct voice and felt a swish of air as the door was thrown open before you could shout at him to go away. 

Instinctively, you held the fabric of your dress against your body to cover yourself as much as possible. But it seemed that you didn’t have much luck. When you looked over your shoulder toward the doorway, you realised that you were almost entirely exposed - your back and your underwear completely on display, the makeshift cover only working to hide your breasts from prying eyes. 

You had been caught changing from one of your dress options into the other - absolutely indecisive as you were. Ginny had warned you that the lock on her bedroom door was ‘crap’ because everything in the house was so old and worn down. But you had been satisfied when it clicked, thinking that it was secure enough for you to strip down and get into your outfit for the wedding. 

But you were in so much of a rush that you didn’t notice the door drifting out of its frame due to the loose nature of the ‘lock’ - you were too busy thinking about everything you had to do that day, how you still had to put some finishing touches on the wedding cake and help Hermione with her hair. 

And now you were standing there - wearing nothing but your lacy, revealing underwear, barely covering your front with the fabric of your dress pressed against you while George stood in the doorway with his hand poised on the doorknob, staring you down entirely unabashed. He had not an ounce of shame as his eyes hungrily drank you in, and the longer he looked at you, the more attractive it made you feel. 

“Sorry.” George said quietly, not taking his eyes off you for a moment. 

Of course, he didn’t seem so sorry. 

“I thought Mum was in here. She - uh - she mentioned wanting to change my bandages before tonight.” He added on, gesturing toward the thick wad of cotton that was held to the side of his head with a headband made out of gauze. 

As much as Fred had joked about it - George was still definitely the better looking twin, even down one ear. 

Maybe it was because you had always thought that, a distinct attraction toward George always bubbling under the surface whenever you were around him. 

It was likely something about his quiet confidence. The fact that Fred was louder, always flirted with girls boldly even if he wasn’t necessarily interested in them. George was more reserved, and he could speak volumes with a single look and have you blushing with a few simple words. And from what you knew, he had only ever been that way with you. So feeling special in his eyes did add a lot to your attraction toward him. 

You loved the fact that he didn’t hide his attraction toward you or get shy when you flirted with him. Especially not in this moment, when his eyes raked over every detail of you, not trying in the slightest to hide his intentions as his lustful gaze looked you over. You became heated as you watched his eyes drink you in - from the side of your breast being accidentally squeezed by your arms while holding your dress against your body; to the gentle, natural curves of your side and the plushness of your stomach peeking out. 

His gaze definitely lingered around your ass. He almost couldn’t believe the fact that you were wearing black, lacy, see-through knickers - just like how he had imagined you in every single fantasy of his. (But this was so much better than a fantasy somehow. You were so much better.) 

“You could close the door anytime now.” You said, your voice light and cordial. 

You weren’t mad at him for staring. If anything, you were heavily resisting the urge to invite him in and push him down on the bed. (Which would have been intensely rude because it wasn’t even your bed, so that was one reason not to.) On top of the fact that anything you cooked up in your dirty mind would have massively derailed the packed, busy schedule for the day. You still had to help Hermione get ready and then go downstairs to help with some flower arrangements - unfortunately, fucking George Weasley’s brains out was not on that schedule. 

“Lacy knickers for a wedding?” He questioned, the usual laughter budding through his voice. “You aren’t… expecting anything, are you?” 

“My knickers are none of your business, George.” You told him with a chuckle. 

“Hmm. S’pose I’d like to make ‘em my business.” He replied, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth in a way that made you want to bite it - if simply to spite his cockiness. 

“Get out,” You chuckled quietly, knowing that you needed to get ready, that you didn’t have time to indulge any of this. “Go on, go!” 

To emphasise the point, you balled up the fabric of your dress and sharply threw it at him. He let out a bright laugh when it hit him in the middle of the chest and then fell at his feet, leaving you completely exposed to him. Of course, George then began ogling your tits with no more grace than a common caveman. 

“George!” You squealed, laughter evident in your voice, making no effort to cover yourself. 

You liked the attention too much - why try to hide from it? 

“Right, going,” He said, finally closing the door behind him with a wink. 

A warmth curled over you, and it made you flustered and dizzy as you moved to change into the outfit you had officially decided upon. You knew that it had very little to do with the August weather and everything to do with your attraction to that Weasley that had been plaguing you for a long time now.

[silverzoomies]

Great Pumpkin

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: shameless smut, smut, kissing, porn with plot, halloween, drunk sex, halloween party, porn with feelings, use of the speech quirk "yer"

word count: 7,878

a/n: meant to finish this one before halloween. whoops !! at least november is the spook before christmas !! or halloween 2, electric boogaloo !!

some notes about this one: i wanna apologize for the needless plot. i know it's unnecessary, but i got a little carried away. if anything feels awkward, out of place, or weird? that's my bad. sorry. i was havin' too much fun writing the less smutty stuff. some other notes - think of this as an au, i guess. where erik is hiding out at xavier's for...reasons? idfk. sitcom logic. everyone's living together !! but there's tension !!

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All Hallows Eve.

Prior to the X-Family’s spooktacular bash, Hank whipped up a little something special. Using his Einstein brain - or wizard sorcery. Peter couldn’t be too sure - the beastly scientist conjured a powerful inebriant. He heard Peter joke one too many times about his inability to get drunk. Since the speedster’s body filtered through substances at break-neck speed. Leaving not a second’s worth of intoxication time.

No exaggeration there. Peter once tried chugging his mom’s entire stash of liquor, along with a bottle of Purple Toad wine. Some really fruity stuff. Such a mass of booze only left a burn in his throat, along with an onslaught of nausea. All of which lasted 0.2 seconds.

Hank wanted to do Peter a favor for all his hard work lately. And now, he could finally participate in what he missed out on. After all these years. As long as he didn’t use the substance for any nefarious purposes. Per Hank’s request. Whatever that meant. Not like Peter planned on playing pranks at this year’s party. C’mon…really? He’s a teacher, for Geddy’s sake! He's gotta set a good example.

Spoiler alert: he had planned on it. Keyword being had.

Until the inebriation actually kicked in. For the first time in his unconventional life, a warm buzz pooled through Peter’s bloodstream. One of the major side effects? Debuffs to superspeed. Which proved an otherworldly experience. If not a little uncomfortable. Still worth it, for a one-night-only lesson in drunkenness.

Peering lazily into his red solo cup, Peter blinked. His eyes followed swirls of neon cyan. Luminous in its irradiated glow. He couldn’t comprehend the science behind Hank’s glowstick booze. But he knew it filtered through his body at a much slower rate than other substances. The drink felt syrupy on his tongue, and tasted like - coincidentally enough - candy corn. Its effects proved weaker than Peter expected. 

Given his cells operated so incomprehensibly fast, Peter didn’t find this too surprising. So, what? He’d never get frat party wasted. Oh well. Peter came to accept that fact about himself forever ago. Still, fluorescent booze made him mellow enough to slow down a lot. Peter could totally vibe with mellow. No complaints there. Mellow’s copacetic. He definitely owed Beastie for his magic potion of slow-mo. Peter oscillated between a nice, tipsy balance. Muddled enough to let loose and enjoy himself. But conscious enough to avoid making any ultra stupid decisions.

Or, he thought so, anyway.

Hobbling around the mansion, Peter pushed through crowds of partygoers. All dressed in their spookiest, sexiest, or most low-effort costumes. Twinkles of orange and violet lights kept the mansion somewhat lit. With spoOoOoOoOoky decorations scattered amongst the school. A perfectly campy atmosphere for Halloween. Oh. And those decorations? All Peter’s doing. Of course, it’s no surprise the professor deemed him prime event decorator. He took mere microseconds to spice up an entire plot of land. Throwing forth all his effort, Peter dressed the building in balls-to-the-walls, haunting decor. 

Fake spiders with prickly fur lay strewn about in random places. Ghosts made of old, torn sheets swayed in the breeze. Skeletons hanged by the dozens. Streamers of orange and faded black dangled from the ceilings and doorways. String lights lined the mansion’s trim. Outside on the grounds, Peter even garnished the grass with inflatable Snoopys.

During his decorative escapades, he cracked jokes to the kids. Peter asked, “You guys think the Great Pumpkin’ll show up?”

They squealed with laughter, stomping their little feet. Candy buckets in hand, the kids yelled, “Mr. Maximoff, the Great Pumpkin’s not real!!”

In the midst of rearranging another Snoopy, he gasped, “WHAT?! He is too real!! Better not let him hear you say that!” 

A haunted trail veered off into the woods surrounding the mansion. It led to an old barn, stocked full of hay and populated with jack-o-lanterns. All carved by the mutant kiddos themselves. Another set of glittering lights decorated the barn, creating an autumn glow. A pair of giant speakers - Peter paid for them, mind you - roared Halloween tunes over the entire property.

Cool stuff. Talk about a hell of a set-up. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of himself. Such a slew of decorations might put even Scrooge Mcduck himself in holiday spirits.

Wait. No. What? Scrooge Mcduck? Wasn’t he more of a Christmas thing? Fuck. Peter might be more mixed up than he thought. He gazed absentmindedly into his red solo cup again. Blinking slowly, he wondered…what the hell did Hank put in this disco concoction anyway?

Whatever. By the end of the night, Peter hoped the kids got a kick out of his hard work. Not that he broke a sweat putting it all together or anything. But he wanted to live up to his awesome teacher reputation. The highest of honors, really. No way he’d let anyone else trump him on that front.

Then again… Peter nibbled his lip, grinning to himself like a huge doofus. He took another long swig of his drink. Candy corn sweetness tickled his taste buds.

Okay. So, he might’ve had someone else in mind while he decorated. Somebody he desperately wanted to impress. A lot. Or, just a little bit, actually. Like, on a microscopic level. Maybe.

That somebody? You. Except, not really. No way.

Pffffttt…he definitely didn’t do it for you. C’mon! Why would he? Think of the kids! Those precious, lil demon spawn! They practically worshiped him. They’re what it’s all about, right? Riiiight.

Peter’s holiday decorations tempted any passing trick-or-treaters to drop by. And the professor prepared quite the spectacle of treats for them too. King sized, candy bars and all. Hank and Raven - showing off their mutant glory without an ounce of shame - passed the candy out to children. 

Human children.

Magneto - still unaware he had a son sprinting around the mansion on any given day - dubbed the gesture hopeless naivety. Or something along those lines. Inviting humans to join in on a night of mutant fun? Totally bogus. Which…yeah. From Erik’s perspective? Fair enough.

“You think they’ll learn to accept you through meaningless, holiday gestures?” Erik griped, arms crossed, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Raven merely rolled her eyes. She made a comment about the inherent innocence of children. Erik didn’t appear to care. He groused some more after that. But Peter didn’t hear much of it. Nor did he imagine he even wanted to. At least, not tonight. Maybe once Peter sobered up a bit, he wouldn’t mind lending an ear. If his father ever felt the need to open up about his woeful turmoil.

But Erik disappeared upstairs. Out of sight. Still in hiding, all alone. Poor dude.

Unlike his misguided papa, Peter didn’t mind human inclusion so much. One: because he considered himself a pretty open minded guy. Easy to say, since he didn’t harbor anything remotely comparable to his father’s trauma. 

And two, on a less serious note: Human girls. They gravitated towards Peter like moths to a flame.

Throughout the mansion, the theme to Killer Klowns from Outer Space rang. Conversations buzzed around Peter like radio static. Candy corn booze made it impossible for him to comprehend them. Some partygoers played wallflower. Idling by snack tables, feasting on as much junk food as their stomachs could handle. It took every ounce of restraint Peter had, not to raid those tables himself.

Peter’s Terminator costume wasn’t much of a costume at all, really. It left most of the ladies confused. He didn’t recognize half the costumed cuties who pulled him in for dances. But they sure as hell recognized him. When another pretty girl pressed herself against him - tits bouncing, and bare thighs rubbing his pants - she’d ask the dreaded words, “What’re youuuu supposed to be?” Twirling her hair and giving Peter fluttery bedroom eyes.

Peter gave the same responses every time. Covered head to toe in black clothing, wearing a pair of sunglasses; he raised a prop shotgun from his back, responding with his best Arnold impression.

“I’ll be back.” Right on the money, Peter thought in his buzzed haze. Totally accurate. One to one.

If the girlies didn’t get the reference? So be it. Peter ultimately felt like a massive dork. But he got some sexually charged groovin’ out of it. A bit of groping here or there. He didn’t mind taking the L, if it meant grabbing some ass in the process.

But as the party clamored on, Peter knew he wanted only one thing.

To find you. Just to hang out, catch up, and have an innocent time. No other reason. Seriously. Honest. Why else would he wanna find you? To mess around a little bit? Nahhh. Why would he wanna fool around with you? And risk a long term friendship? He couldn't have that.

Not when you carried enough patience to put up with his day-to-day bullshit. Always listening to his senseless ramblings. Even if he spoke too fast for you to keep up.

During his lunch breaks on school days, Peter usually spent time with you. The two of you talked in the kitchen, or chillaxed in the lounge. Those chats? The highlight of his day. As corny as it seemed. He just couldn’t resist you and your kindly wiles. The wiles of his colleague. His…very pretty colleague. His…very pretty… platonic colleague.

Someone please end his misery now.

Peter wandered aimlessly. He danced his heart out and chatted up some more cute gals. Soon enough, he found you. Leaned over a set of snack tables, you picked through sugary sweet treats. Peter noticed the way you swayed in place. A little heavy footed like him, eh? He snickered to himself, sneaking up behind you. 

Lacking any filter or restraint, Peter blatantly gawked at your ass. A fitted, white gown draped your body. Flowing in an angelic fashion, it harmonized with your every curve. Even tipsy, Peter recognized your costume the microsecond he saw it. Princess Leia. Star Wars. Episode IV. Very sexy. Beyond sexy, even.

A flirtatious whistle caught you by surprise. You whirled around with a doe eyed look on your face. A kind of gaze that made his brain turn to mush. As if the alcohol hadn’t already. You licked the frosting off a funky colored cupcake, as Peter’s gaze flitted down your body. His eyes followed the smooth creases of your gown. A tasteful peek of your thigh kept his attention locked. Until the perky tease of your nipples captivated him instead.

Awesome. Amazing. 11/10. Best night ever.

“Ohmygosh!” You laughed, reaching out to touch Peter’s chest for whatever reason. Not that he minded one bit, “Peeeter, I’m sooooo sorry! I’m a little tipsy right now! It’s really unprofessional!”

Scarlet bloomed in his cheeks, burning hot enough to make him dizzier. Peter ogled you like the last Twinkie on the planet. A dollop of frosting caught the plush of your lip. You swirled it away with your tongue. Drawing in a hitched breath, Peter blinked.

Focus. He needed to focus on anything else. Not the parts of you he wanted to be on, inside of, and all other configurations of carnality.

“And?? You wanna hear somethin’ cray-crayyy?” Peter asked, lamely slurring his words. He raised his red solo cup, waving it in a clumsy motion, “So am I, princess! I’m totally hammered. And I looooove it!” He threw his head back, belting a loud, “WHOOOOO!!” Feeling more like a free spirit than he had in years.

Moving closer, you couldn't control your laughs. You shushed Peter, keeping your hand on his chest. Patting you on the shoulder, Peter chuckled. He feigned offense, but his sizeable hand lingered on you. A thumb grazed the soft cloth of your dress. For a beat, he wondered what you looked like under it.

“Whyyyy?? Why should I keep it down, huh?? It’s a party, baby! Everybody’s yellin’!” He shrugged. Peter smirked, throwing his head back again. He shouted another, “WHOOOOO!!”

A crowd of partygoers kept their eyes on the two of you. Their gazes lingering for a little longer than necessary. You snickered again. So tipsy, you could hardly get a word in through your giggling.

“You really are drunk, oh my gosh. You’re crazy, Peter! I can’t even-” Dropping your head into his chest, you erupted in woozy huffs of laughter. Great. He loved the closeness, “Peter, sorry, I’m sooooooo-”

“Mind-blowingly hot?” Peter lazily blinked, “Because yer-...you-ohhhh, man. You look really hot. Like-” He made a meaningless gesture with his hands, shaking his head, “Like, WOW! Have you seen yourself? Someone tell ‘Ro to make it rain. ‘Cuz yer on fiiiiiiire!” He joked. Cheesy and lame, but too smashed to even care.

You scoffed, cheeks set ablaze, “Oh, please! Give me a break! Mister Terminator casanova over here. Are you trying to butter me up like you did all those other ladies?” Playfully, you pushed off his chest. Peter mourned the loss of your touch, “I saw you! Getting all handsy out there!” You said, your tone lighthearted. Still accusatory.

Somehow, you recognized his costume. That caught him a little off guard. Peter’s heart did some kinda funny, fluttery thing. Jumpy, warm, and beating beating beating in his chest. But…nah. Couldn’t be because of you. Could it? Maybe the booze did it. Yeah. Irradiated Beast hooch must’ve give him palpitations. He’d tell Hank about this side effect later.

Peter arched a silver brow, “Oh, yeah? Mmmhm. Sounds like yer just jealous. ‘Cuz the ladies find my inner Schwarzenegger, action hero totally irresistible.” Bullshit. Most of them thought he dressed as Neo from the Matrix. Wrong action movie. Peter kept talking out his ass, “I bet it drives you up a wall to see ‘em all over me like that.”

“Oh, you think? Suuure. Like Leia would ever have the hots for some dollar store Terminator.” You teased affectionately, “Likely story, Quickie.” Fuck. Quickie. He loved when you called him that. You deceived your own protests, pressing your body against Peter's.

Your nails dug into his shirt as you palmed his chest. So…you wanted to play this little game now, huh? Alright. Fine. Peter bickered back and forth with you for an indiscernible amount of time. Standing in a corner by the snack tables, away from the noisy, party bustle. Unbalanced and wobbly, Peter leaned in. Keeping you both pressed together in a way too intimate for wandering eyes.

He almost spilled his neon concoction on your dress. Exchanging giggles again, Peter lingered even closer. His lips on the cusp of reaching out for yours. But in a clouded moment of self awareness, he stopped himself short.

“D-Do you…uhhhh-” He swallowed dryly. His nerves buzzed all through his body, “Y’wanna…get outta here? Maybe go do somethin’ reallllyyyy dumb? Like-uh…maybe make a mistake you’ll regret in the morning?” Peter suggested, wiggling his brows.

You gave him another lidded look, igniting a blistering fire deep in his bones. With your body still pressed to his - bodacious and oh-so-tempting - you brought a hand up. A beat of silence passed, as you moved his sunglasses up over his hair. Silver strands fell loose. You gazed into his puppy dog eyes directly. 

“And what makes you think I’d regret it?” You asked, your voice smooth and somewhat slurred. Oh...were you being real with him right now?

Your fingers traced flirty circles over his chest. Scorching flames in Peter’s heart burned warmth through his veins. Heat gathered in his groin. Peter’s eyes widened to a planetary degree. Clutching his solo cup a little too tight, he brushed your ass with his other hand. By accident. He only intended to pull you closer. You held his intoxicated gaze. 

Peter let his lips ghost yours again, without any direct connection.

“See, that’s-uhhh…hah…that’s just the booze talkin’.” He whispered with a soft chuckle. Steadily, he pulled himself from you, “Wanna know what it’s tellin’ me?” Peter gave you another lazy grin, nibbling his lip, “Youuuuuu and meee…” He sluggishly said. He dragged you along with him. Stumbling backwards, “...should-uh…gooooo have some…adult fun, yeah? A little romp in the hay?”

Did you know he meant that verbatim? Probably not.

Moments later, Peter clumsily navigated through the party. He made a beeline for the entrance hall, holding your hand the entire way. Floundering with every step, he traversed the crowded halls. Through each doorway the two of you passed, fluttering streamers dangled above. Soft tissue brushed across your face, tickling your nose.

The streamers proved more unkind to Peter. Staggering through the last doorway, he became tangled in them. Peter tried to shake the tissue off, twisting around and flailing his arms. He cursed aloud, making a spectacle of his embarrassing predicament. Caught in a web of orange and black, he looked like a Halloween decoration all his own. The streamers wrapped around his body and arms, even covering his head.

“MOTHER FU-” He cursed, jerking the tissue down with a rough tug. Peter tripped forward in the process. But he caught himself just in time. Compensating for his humiliation, he laughed, “I’m okay! I’m okay! Allllll good, guys. I’m good. Totally good! Meant to do that, actually.” Peter cleared his throat. He averted his glassy gaze from any partygoers nearby.

One of them being Hank, who stood alongside Raven. The two shared a few drinks and quietly chatted. The big, beast of man wore torn, red flannel. His blue fur peeked out from the undone buttons, appearing frayed. His costume? A smurf werewolf. A smurfwolf. Or something. Peter couldn't tell. And Raven? She hadn’t dressed up at all. Labeling Halloween: The one time of year she chose not to disguise herself. Why? Because, in her words, "It's funnier that way."

Raven stifled a laugh at Peter’s expense. But Hank didn’t hold himself back. He roared a rumbling chuckle, “I see the serum’s treating you well, Peter!” Hank teased, cradling a drink in his fluffy paw, “Why, it certainly looks that way. You seem to be having-uhm…fun? Yes! Fun. I'm delighted to see it!"

Peter idled in the middle of the doorway, swaying a little on his feet. Forgoing the streamers, he left them tangled around his limbs. Fuck it. His costume could use some added flair.

“I’m havin’ a-uhhhhh…a total blast, Beast my mannn!” Peter slurred. He passed Hank on his way out the mansion’s entrance. And roughly patted the scientist on the shoulder, “Thanks again, buddy ol’ pal! I owe you one!”

You giggled, beaming an elated smile as Peter dragged you out the door. Once you flew ungracefully by, Hank and Raven both did double takes. They gave you cautious looks, as if to say - uh, do you think this is a good idea? A little too sloshed, you failed to register their concern. Following Peter out the door with an inelegant skip in your step, you waved the pair goodbye.

“Well, now…that’s certainly going to be awkward for him tomorrow morning.” Hank joked, looking down at his drink. He swirled the beverage, the cup appearing itty bitty in his clutch. Showing off a crowd of snaggle teeth, he yawned.

Raven shook her head, scoffing, “Oh, it’ll bite him in the ass later. That’s for sure.” She added, sipping her own drink, “You proud of yourself?” Raven quipped, arching an orange brow. Hank held up a single claw, playful in his self defense.

“Not my fault! I gave him that serum because I thought he could have fun with it! And he is! Didn’t you see him? What he does under its influence is completely out of my jurisdiction!” Hank shrugged, stating in a matter-of-fact way, “I’ll have you know, I did try to warn him!”

In hindsight, Peter should have heeded Hank’s warnings. What he did under the effects of disco liquor proved supremely stupid. The nanosecond your feet hit the grass outside, he lost any restraint he had left. Peter kissed you full on. Ushering your sweet lips into an alcohol induced session of heavy smooching. Tongues interweaving, lackadaisical and reckless, the two of you shared careless kisses. Under decorative spider webs and amongst inflatable Snoopys.

But no Great Pumpkin in sight.

You slung your arms over Peter’s broad shoulders, letting him devour you. His sizable hands slid over your hips. He pulled you closer as he stumbled like a complete klutz. Thick fingers curled into the cloth of your dress. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Peter didn’t dare consider any consequences. With no filter to hold him back, one of his palms felt for your breast. He copped a handful, before you stopped him in his tracks. You tore your lips from his candy corn kisses.

“Heyyyy! Hey, hey, hey! Not here! What are you even doing??” You laughed, giving his nose an affectionate nuzzle, “Someone might see us, doofus!”

Peter hummed, pulling you against him in a more firm grip. He stole frantic kisses, heated and mouthy. Squeezing your hips, his nails scratched across your gown to your ass. Kneading your plush cheeks with little shame.

“So what? Let ‘em enjoy the show!” Peter snickered, diving in for yet another kiss, “I’m not gonna miss out on a chance to touch you like this. Now that I finally got you…”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t seem to take him seriously. In an attempt to pull yourself away again, you stumbled backwards in the grass. Even with his reaction time outta wack, Peter managed to catch you before you fell. In one awkward motion, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the woods. The streamers coiled around his limbs came loose, at long last. Flitting away behind him in the wind.

He held you in his strong arms, following the mansion’s haunted, Halloween trail. The hayride already closed down for the night, leaving the trail - and the barn - open for some private necking.

Finding his way to the barn, Peter wobbled, slowing his stride. In his arms, you took a moment to admire the decorations he put so much effort into. Orange, twinkling lights lined the barn’s entryway. Vibrant in late night darkness. Magical, and kinda romantic. Through the trees in the distance, the garnished mansion appeared visible. A Halloweeny spectacle, engulfed in simulated fog.

Party music echoed from afar, faint, but clear enough he could hear. Peter perked up, overhearing a classic, Hallow’s eve tune.

“‘CUZ THIS IS THRILLLAHHHH!” Peter shouted off key, moving backwards into the barn. His steps were careless, “THRILLAH NIIIIGHT!” He sang, falling into a bed of cool hay. Strands of straw bounced in the air. You came down with him, and he kept singing, “AND NO ONE’S GONNA SAVE YA-” He cut himself off, leaning in to feast on your lips. Peter cradled you in his arms, humming Thriller amidst awkward kisses.

You laid bridal style over his legs, dipping your head back. Inviting Peter to devour your neck like a thirsty vampire. Without all the grace of Bela Lugosi. More like a hammered Nosferatu. If either of you had second thoughts, Peter couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. He left that baggage behind. In the morning, sober Peter could unpack it all. Right now, he wanted his hands on your body, under your dress.

“Ohhhh~! Oh my-” You moaned, tacking on an erotic squeal of his name. Giggling in a kittenish tone. The sound made him wanna bite you harder, “W-Wait-...Peter, maybe we shouldn’t-oooooh~! Maybe we shouldn’t be-”

His sloppy kisses cut your hesitance short. Peter nodded his head in a lazy, loose motion. Bringing more dizziness upon himself.

“Mmmm? What? No-...” He hummed, “Baby, we should. We definitely should. Don’t even worry-” Peter paused for an abrupt beat. Holding you tight, he adjusted in the hay. Uncomfortable, Peter knitted his brows, “Wait-...this hay’s so-...why’s this hay so fuckin’ itchy, man?”

At the chime of your silly snorts and giggles, Peter’s words became lost on him. Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t think clearly enough to recall them. Instead, he drew his attention back to you. Peter’s lips found your neck once more. Your floral scent replenished his lungs, a lifesource he desperately needed. Hot kisses peppered down your chest. In his clouded stupor, Peter buried his face between your breasts.

He loved the flustered squeal you made in response. Enough that he couldn’t help but do it again.

“Ohhhhh…hot damn, baby.” Peter groaned into your chest, motorboating your knockers. A graceless gesture. Lifting his face, his hair appeared a disheveled mess, “Yer so awesome, y’know that? Liiiike…yer really great. I know I’m pretty drunk right now, but-uhhhh…” He slurred, sneaking thick fingers under your dress, “I do mean it. No joke. I think yer really cool. Cool and-uhm…and-uh…hahaaa….I really like you.”

You erupted in more buzzed giggles, parting your lips to protest his drunken confession. But Peter silenced you with shushes, “Shhhhhhhh! Shhhhh, don’t-” He hiccuped. Your laughs were so contagious, he couldn’t help but giggle as well, “Shhhh! Don’t tell anybody!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” You chuckled, gently holding his cheeks. You pulled him down for more smooches, lips meeting in a slower embrace, “I like you too, Peter…but shhhhhh…keep it a secret.”

His fingertips danced along your inner thigh, clumsy and unsteady. Peter’s hand disappeared between your legs and under your gown. Hot digits grazed your panties. A flimsy, soaked piece of fabric awaited those digits. Breathing a low huff, Peter whispered, “Fuck.” into your neck. The steamy word tickled your skin, giving you chills.

Blindly, he wormed his fingers into your panties. Peter dipped his digits into your honeyed heat. Thick, syrupy cushions sealed around him. He focused on parting your tight walls. A little too uncoordinated to pleasure you in a more ideal way. Rough, repetitive motions curled at an awkward angle. Digging so deep, Peter could hear the squishy call of your insides - leaking wet, all for him. 

Your body tensed, knees spreading on instinct. Cool air caressed your thighs. Peering down into your lidded, baby doll eyes, he held your gaze. As your cunt pulsed around his digits, soft and constricting, he knitted his brows. Humming another groan, Peter dove down for your neck. He sucked mouthy, wet hickies into your skin. Leaving gifts for sober you to discover later tomorrow.

Speaking of sober.

Sober Peter never had trouble keeping up with anybody. Moreover, everyone else found it impossible to keep up with him. But in his buzzed daze, he could barely follow your lead. One blink, and his fingers buried themselves to the knuckle in your cunt. The next blink, you took initiative. Throwing him for a loop, you changed positions. You pushed Peter further back into the hay, straddling his lap.

As you fumbled for his jeans and pulled them open, more giggling ensued. Heated tension hung over the two of you like those glimmering, barn lights. You felt around, guiding your hand to a hot thickness in his pants. It rested in a curly bed of silver hairs, limp and untouched. Your giggles ceased, and your expression shifted.

“Peter, you’re not even-” You started, squeezing the softness of him in your hand. You gave him a few loose tugs, your voice teeming with hesitance, “Are you…are you sure you want-”

“Yeaaaahhhhh. Yeah. Yanno, it’s just-...I never thought I’d be the one gettin’ whiskey dick. Haha.” Peter joked, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. Buzzed and uncoordinated, Peter harbored little patience for foreplay. His fingers sought for your weeping heat again. He pushed them through your soft, supple pussy lips, “Sucks a lot. I was really hopin’ I’d get to-uhmmm…ahahaaaa…” He bit his tongue, laughing, “Really wanted to show you a good fuckin’ time. But this shit feels like rocket science right now, sorry…”

Eventually, through sheer determination, you worked up enough sorcery to liven him up. Waking his cock from its soft slumber. Peter fumbled, clumsily guiding his dick to your flowery mound. It took some serious concentration on his part to do so. His tongue poked between his lips, brows furrowed tight. He leered between your sweltering bodies. Humid air clung to his skin, contrasting the sharp coolness of an October’s night. The smell of booze permeated in your sweat, mingling with the scent of your perfume. 

You sank over his cock, taking the now raging length of him fluidly. He bottomed out in a single intake of breath. Peter moaned, rolling his hips upward. Your fluttery walls stretched, cozy and soft around his dick. He dropped his head back into the hay, howling a goofy shout. It echoed through the trees, catching autumn wind.

"OHHHHHHH~! THAT'S IT! WHOOOOOO~!" He yelled. Peter chewed his lip hard, meeting your bounces with sluggish thrusts, "That's it. That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about. Hoh-fuck..."

His rhythm was a little off beat, but he blamed the booze. Clenching the fabric of your dress in his fingers, he bunched it up tight. As if to hold you by horse’s reins, arduously guiding you on your ride.

Far in the back of his mind. Like, so far, Peter may as well have been on another planet. He had his first conflicting thought. Screwing you for the first time like this - hammered and careless - struck him as kind of…wrong. Really, he should have waited it out, and done this sober. But Peter couldn’t deny himself either.

"Peter, ohhh~! Feels really good~!" Your squeals of erotic, but sluggish pleasure sounded too much like music. Now cemented as one of his all time favorite songs, "Sooo good, I-aaahhh~!"

The bubbly feeling brought upon by Beast liquor made his body burn with ecstasy. His cock throbbed inside you, loving the tight embrace of your walls. Pleasure burned to an incomprehensible level of intensity. 

Even your dress felt unreasonably soft on his skin. Peter moaned again, drilling your cunt in unsteady surges of carnal bliss. He breathed thickly, the air between the two of you now sweltering. Choking on air, he kept his slow pace. His cock dug tunnels through your walls at a slacking speed. Completely unnatural for him. But overflowing with intoxication, he thrived in it.

“N-Not gonna-” Peter laughed. His voice a rough, breathless mess of incoherency. Sticky heat flushed his cheeks, and his tone wavered, “‘M not-...god…not gonna last. Fuck. Oh my fucking-” He swallowed another groan, suffocating on it. Peter’s hips rolled, their movement leisurely, “Sooooo tight. Feels like yer tryna-...like yer gonna-...aaaahaaaaafuck.”

Playing with your pearly clit, you squealed. The swollen nub burned, tingling as you circled it. With difficulty focusing, Peter brought his head up. He watched your little fingers while you pleasured yourself. His lidded, dark eyes stared, so spacy, so clouded. A growl caught in the back of his throat. You toyed with yourself a little longer, spreading glossy slickness under your fingers.

Your whines stayed at a respectable volume. Quiet enough, no one outside the barn could hear. But Peter refused to keep his enthusiastic voice down. He dug his big hands into your hips, fingernails clenching your dress. Scratching rough lines into the white cloth.

"Fuck, you gonna-...you gonna keep touchin' yourself like that? Gonna cum for me?" His words slurred. Peter used his immeasurable strength to hold you in place. Stuffing his cock through your pussy’s luscious, spongy grip. He fucked you in lethargic, but needy ruts, "P-Please-ohmygod-...please cum for me, baby. Lemme hear it, please?"

"Noooo~! Pe-ahhhh~! Peter, I cannnn't! Someone might-...Peter I can't-" You whimpered. Swirling your clit, you pushed yourself even further towards climax. A delightful, oncoming wave of scorching pleasure surged in your body. Sizzling through your veins, "OH, FUCK, QUICKIE~!" A sharp squeal bounced from your throat, as Peter surprised you.

"FUCK!! Yeah? You sound so fuckin'-Ah-...Yer so fuckin' good for me. Don't hold back, baby. Wanna-ohhhh~! Wanna hear you scream. Don't you fuckin' hold back-" Moving suddenly fast, he slammed his cock in deeper. His cherry red dick shattered your poor cervix. Burying himself to the brim, he slapped your mound hard with sharp pounds of his pelvis, "Mmmmmmfucking-...gonna fuckin'....aaaahhaha..."

Peter’s body tensed. His heels scuffed along the ground, crushing hay under his boots as he braced his feet. More loose strands tickled his skin where his shirt bunched up. Making him itchy again. But his intoxicated rutting never dwindled. He whined again, his voice cracking. Ruthless, quickening grinds of his cock knocked you hard. Sending you straight into a dimension of overwhelming, euphoric pleasure.

As tremors hummed across your sweaty skin, bliss ruptured deep in your core. At that moment, Peter forgot to consider any further risks. He burst with a hot, white pop of gluey heat. Rocking your sore cunt in sloppy, shallow thrusts. Peter soaked his dick in your sweet, inebriated love. The scent of booze and sex simmered in his nostrils. Lifting his hips, he met you in one or two more reckless, offbeat bounces.

Barely conscious of reality, Peter panted. Lying with you in a clumsy heap, he shared lazy kisses and steamy breaths with you. Had he been anymore sober, Peter would’ve rushed you off to the nearest bathroom. In dire need of a minute’s recovery, he laid there. Splayed out, Peter’s limbs rested loose and flimsy. The seconds passed, and he sobered up quickly. Post-orgasmic haziness began to clear.

You snuggled up next to him, grazing his cheek with your nose. The scent of alcohol lingered on your breath. Remind Peter that, unlike him, you were probably still a little drunk.

“You okay?” You asked out of the blue, tickling his neck with a giggle, “What are you thinking about? You’re not second guessing yourself already, are you?” Your fingers toyed with the zipper of his jacket. Which he gave you to wear in the cold, shortly after fucking you senseless.

In the distance, the faint roar of the party continued on. Rustling from inside the mansion and seemingly endless. Peter stayed silent, before snickering. He turned his head to the side, returning your nuzzles with a kiss. His lips met your hair. The smell of your conditioner made his heart skip a beat for some reason.

“Nothin’. It’s not-” He shrugged, turning his head again. Peter stared up at the glittering string lights hanging in the barn. His coffee bean eyes jumped from twinkle to twinkle, “It’s not super important. Kinda weird to be thinkin’ about it after-uh…” His voice trailed off again. Peter cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush, “Seriously, no big deal.”

You rolled onto your back, watching the lights sway in a cool breeze, “You sure?” You laughed, humming an, “Uh ohhh!” Before you continued, “Did somebody sober up and realize he made a dumb mistake? Hehe…” You teased, though he could hear the sliver of hesitance in your tone. A beat of silence passed, and you hugged his jacket closer.

“Regret wh-...huh? Nahhh, baby. You kiddin’? That was awesome.” He snickered awkwardly. Peter brought his hands to his face. He sighed, “I-uh…I was just thinkin’ about how…I could be spendin’ this holiday with my dad. I mean, shit…maybe he wouldn’t wanna spend it with me, but-”

He assumed you might take offense to this. Wouldn't it come off as a little inconsiderate? To think about his dad right now. After such an intimate moment between the two of you. But being the understanding person you were, you rolled over to face him. Drawing gentle lines into his shirt, you snuggled up close to him again.

“Is that where you wanna be right now? With your dad?” You asked, your tone gentle.

Peter swallowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. A pounding headache swarmed him from nowhere. The repercussions of Beast hooch. Hopefully, such ailments would pass just as quickly as he sobered up.

“I-...yeah? I guess? But…it’s not like I can just-...like, I can’t go see him. Since he still doesn’t know about me, y’know? It’d be weird if I just showed up on Halloween. Like, hey, man, wanna hang out? Goddammit.” Peter shook his head, sitting up fully in the hay. Straw-like strands stuck to his clothes. He brushed them away.

“Well…hey, I got an idea, yeah?” You tried to follow his lead, sitting upward. Swaying a little as you did, Peter could tell you were still on the edge of tipsy. You giggled, “Let’s go inside. And I’ll…try to get everyone together for a movie. Maybe a horror? And you can run off! Go find him. Use the movie as an excuse. Offer him the opportunity to come down and watch. Sound good?”

It didn’t. Erik wasn’t the type to indulge in such activities. Still, Peter smiled fondly at your consideration. Nodding, he stood to his feet in a flash. You blinked, finding yourself lying bridal style in his arms again. With a hand to his chin, you tilted his head down. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thanks…” He hummed, his half lidded eyes gazing down into yours, “I really did have…such an awesome time with you. I haven't done that kinda thing with anybody in a while. But lemme-uh…” Peter bashfully chuckled, “Lemme get you to a bathroom so you can clean up, 'kay? ”

After the surprisingly deep chat he shared with you, Peter rushed you off to a mansion bathroom. Leaning against a wall, he waited outside the door. As the party settled and people filed out into the streets, he became more nervous. The two of you spent the rest of the night together, by the other’s side. Treating each other as normally as you would any other day. Soon, you sobered up enough to gather the X-family for a late night movie.

Peter took your advice, despite expecting the worst. Zipping upstairs and all through the mansion, he searched for his estranged father. To Peter’s surprise, Erik caught him off guard with a yes. But before he made his way downstairs, Peter took a moment to chat with him. He asked Erik how he was doing, and what he’d been up to. Ever since he chose the mansion for a temporary hideout (an arrangement most everybody felt uncomfortable with).

Erik - for good reason - wasn’t the most emotionally open. He kept their conversation short, before dismissing Peter. They both caught up with everyone else in the living room. The X-family sat together with snacks and drinks, joined for a movie. Erik chose a spot next to Peter on one of the sofas. Something he hadn’t anticipated at all. Since he didn’t get much out of the guy too often, he felt he could settle for his company, at least.

Sitting at Peter's other side, you eventually passed out. You rested your head on his lap, and he raked his fingers through your hair. By the time the movie ended, everyone veered off for bed. At last, calling Hallow’s eve quits. But Erik remained. He spoke to Peter a little while longer. Chatting about nothing at all, and everything at once.

Come next morning, Peter stood tiredly in the mansion kitchen. It was an unreasonably cold Monday in November. Freezing weather seemed to hit Westchester out of nowhere. He held a mug full of coffee, milky white and loaded with enough sugar to send anyone else to the hospital. Scratching his head over a mess of silver hair, Peter yawned. Even though he had more important things to worry about, he couldn't stop thinking about last night. For several reasons.

The impromptu bonding time he spent with his father lingered in his mind. Even if said father didn’t know what their interactions meant to Peter. It happened all thanks to your tipsy encouragement. Peter knew, even sober, you would’ve pushed him to do the same. Because you cared about him that much. Always inspiring him to step out of his comfort zone.

Aside from the estranged dad stuff, Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the more…steamy moments the two of you shared. Intimate interactions he still hadn’t sat down and discussed with you. Peter didn't have a clue what that little fling meant to you. Or if it meant anything at all. Distracting himself, he focused his attention elsewhere. Like the Halloween decorations littered about the mansion. He planned to take them down today after classes.

You came padding downstairs and into the kitchen not even five minutes later.

“Gooooood morning!” You cheerily said, blinking your sleepy eyes. Groaning, you brought a hand to your head. Your fingers touched your temple, “You know what’s surprising? I actually don’t have that bad of a hangover!”

Peter’s heart did flips, and he felt his stomach tangle in knots. Humming into his coffee, he threw you a casual nod of his head. Play it cool, “Mmmm. That’s good, though, right?”

You headed straight for the cabinets, standing on your toes to reach the highest one. You flailed around for the near-empty tub of coffee grounds. He left it up there without any consideration for short, mansion inhabitants like you. Totally absent-minded. Peter almost felt thankful he did. As you reached, the itty bitty, sleep shorts you wore rose by a touch. The cheeks of your ass caught his eye. Your bottom appeared etched in faint scratches, painted with red splotches. Damn…what the hell did he do to you last night?

Sipping his coffee with a groggy look on his face, Peter grinned.

Man alive, he wanted to screw you sober. Doing it drunk really wasn’t enough. Quickly, he dismissed that thought. Filing it away in his scatterbrained memory for later.

“Did you talk to Erik last night?” You asked, pulling Peter from his not-so-safe-for-work thoughts. You stretched a little further up, really reaching for that tin tub of Folgers.

Peter blinked, “Sorry, what?”

“Erik. I asked if you talked to him last night? Because I kinda remember you two having a chat. But then again, I was pretty out of it!” Your shorts hugged the shape of your cunt as you stood on your toes. An ache stirred in his groin, but he shook it off. Holy shit. What were you trying to accomplish here?

Peter’s heart skipped twenty beats. Sifting through the disorganized cabinets in his brain, he retrieved his previous thought. Ah, yeah. Screwing you sober? Not a want, but a need at this point. Focus, Quickie. He needed to focus. Especially if you planned on talking about something as important as his father.

“Uhhhh…” He ran a hand through his messy locks, taking a moment to process his racing thoughts, “Yeah, we talked. Not a lot, though. I meant to say thanks for that, by the way. Since I didn’t get to last night…” Peter brought his mug to his lips, averting his gaze, “Really. Thanks a lot. Don’t think we woulda had that time together, if you hadn’t pushed me to ask him 'n stuff.”

Still struggling to reach for that tin, you sighed. Your heels hit the floor, as you lowered your arm and turned to meet Peter’s eyes. Your sweet voice brought him an unexpected feeling of comfort. 

“Hey, anytime, Peter! I know it’s been really hard for you. Seeing him around here lately. And you don’t need me to tell you the obvious. But-” You timidly gazed down at your toes, shrugging. Peter knew exactly what you were about to say, before you parted your lips to say it.

Something along the lines of: Maybe it’s finally time you told him the truth. Or whatever.

It was too early for this kinda deep, introspective talk. Peter didn’t give you the chance to continue. Setting aside his mug on a countertop, he appeared by your side in a fwip. The breeze from his abrupt movement tickled your cheeks. He reached into the cabinet for the tub of coffee grounds. Handing it off to you with a tired, hooded expression. He sluggishly grinned.

“We got class in, like, twenty minutes.” Peter interrupted, and you took the bait. Whether you knew of his intent to dissuade the previous conversation, he couldn’t tell.

“Oh! Yeah! Shit!” You slapped a hand over your forehead. Peter gazed down at you, admiring your early morning features, “I’m so screwed!” Not yet you’re not, “I totally forgot to put together a lesson plan! I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do today!” Well…you could always do him. Again.

Jeez. Dude. No. The hell’s wrong with him?? Be reasonable, guy! At least take your buddy out to dinner first. Which...yeah. Might be time to think about asking you on a real date.

“Yeahhh. I kinda forgot too. Had a bunch of other stuff on my mind, yanno?” Peter said, completely lethargic. He shrugged, “I’m so bad at my job, man.” He kept his eyes on you, as you threw together your own pot of coffee.

“Actually, that’s bullshit. And I think you know it too. You’re amazing at it. That’s why all the kids love you so much.” You replied. Smiling like you meant every word. Because you did. Man, why'd you have to be so freakin' sweet?

Early morning sunlight beamed through the windows. It bathed your hair and face in sparkling gold. Peter wanted to kick himself for swooning. He opted to change subjects.

“I gotta take these decorations down eventually.” He said, gesturing to the streamers hanging from the kitchen ceiling. For an instant, he remembered tangling himself in them last night, “I keep puttin’ it off. But it’s gotta happen sooner ‘er later.” Taking initiative, he reached up to tear some of them down. Balling them up in his hands.

“I could help you! If you need an extra hand!” You offered, innocently sipping your coffee. Peter took in the curl of your lips as you smiled. He cleared his throat, chuckling.

“Y’know you don’t have to, babe. It’ll literally only take me a second. I just gotta stop sittin’ on my ass.” Peter said. He tossed the balled streamers with a failed, Michael Jordan-style execution. They landed in a nearby trashcan, “Pretty soon, I’m gonna have to put Christmas decorations up too. Might get started on 'em as soon as these ‘re down.” He smirked, “I’m thinkin’ I get everyone some seriously ugly sweaters. Even Mags, if he's still around by then. Oh, and I'll need more Snoopys. The crotch goblins love Snoopy.” Peter paused for a beat, his dark eyes drifting down your body. A subconscious instinct, “And-uhhhh…gonna need lots of tinsel…uh…”

Peter reached for his coffee mug. What was he talking about again?

“Oh? That all sounds nice!” You tilted your head to the side, flirtatiously grinning at Peter. As if you could tell how distracted he was by your body. Heat set aflame in his cheeks, as he glanced up into your eyes. Noticing the way they seemed to twinkle, “Think you’ll decorate the barn again too?” You asked, a flirtatious tease pouring through your tone.

He choked on his coffee mid-sip.

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

CHOCOLATE SAUCE

SUMMARY: The better way to have chocolate sauce is to have it on your bodies.

PAIRINGS: Jungkook x reader x Mingyu

WORDS:782 Ig ?

SMUT WARNINGS: Food play, Just Blowjobs, she messy af,cum eating, reader is called slut by Jungkook, mentions of fucking her ass later but not in detail, Jungkook teases Mingyu about sending a video to his girlfriend Lmk if I missed anything.

A/N: Thank you to the sweetest person requesting this <3 I hope I didn't disappoint you. Drabbles will always be open for this fic :0 Please like reblog and follow ⚠️⚠️Also, this contains cheating themes don't read if this triggers you. ⚠️⚠️

Soft and giggling voices resounded in your apartment when Jungkook entered he thought Mingyu, and you would be watching something on the TV. But boy he was so damn wrong about it. 

You were all sprawled above the large kitchen counter fully naked while Mingyu had a chocolate sauce bowl in his hand and he traced your shoulder blade and spine, your nipples were already messy with the sauce from the early teasing, giggling softly when he dropped them teasingly.  

“Hey Jungkook, look she looks so fucking edible,” Mingyu says holding one freshly cut strawberry in his fingers and dipping it in the mess on your shoulder, Jungkook gulped looking at the site.  

“Come here, kook join us, baby,” you say softly your fingers doing a ‘come here” action.  

Mingyu licks off the sauce while Jungkook watches you both and undresses himself. When Mingyu is done you get up and sit up on the edge. While Jungkook walks up towards you standing in front of your spread legs and kisses you on the lips softly.  

“Missed you, baby, was Mingyu good to you baby when I was gone?” He asks pulling on your lip when the kiss ends “he was good, gave me the best Morning sex today” you say turning to face him, extending your arms to have both of them with you.  

“Yeah, baby? Now are you gonna be good for me? He asked his hands taking yours and taking it to his crotch heavy and thick in your hand. Fuck so heavy I’m sure those are full of his hot cum.  “look I’m so hard for you”

Lifting you off the counter table you were now on the floor facing his raging boner. Giving Him the cutest puppy eyes you speak making his breath hitch “Kook, please want to suck the chocolate sauce off your cock, pretty please”you say grabbing him through his boxers and nodding to you.  

You look up to See Mingyu already handing you the bowl. “Gyu, can you stand next to him, I’ll suck you off too baby,” you say getting ready to make a mess on Jungkook’s cock.  

Hissing at the cold touch of the chocolate sauce you suck him groaning at the taste of the chocolate and his salty Precum “So fucking good Kook” you say turning to Mingyu and giving him a hand job.  

“Baby make him messy too, suck him off too yeah?” Jungkook smirks looking at him “Yeah go on y/n make it messy” he growls while moaning when you apply some on him.  

This goes on for a good minute sloppy sounds fill the apartment their cocks wet with your saliva. The chocolate sauce sometimes drips on the floor when you’re too busy with another one. Jungkook being the head pusher enjoys it when you suck his balls hallowing them and groaning when you suddenly come and take his leaking tip in your mouth.

Mingyu on the other hand ,he twitches when his cock is wet with your salvia and a bit of chocolate sauce left on the base forgetting about when Jungkook asked for your attention.  

“I’m going to cum baby, do it fast…...yeah just like that fuck that it, right, like that” Jungkook moans when he came right in your mouth some of his hot cum trailing down on your tits. “I’ll focus on Gyu now it’s fine baby?” You asked him, humming he sat down on the sofa.  

“Have fun Gyu, I’ll fuck her ass afterwards, shall I make a video on your phone Gyu? Show what you do when you should be with your girlfriend and not your slut?”  he says teasing him and winking at you. “Fuck you Kook, she better than Hearin anyways”. He says waving him off.  

You apply a bit more of the sauce on his cock palming him and leaving kisses and sucking on the red tip “fuck y/n, so messy make it more yeah” Mingyu announces his hands grabbing your hair to keep you in position. “Take what you can baby only what you can, pretty mouth is gonna make me cum” he says always being a sweetheart to you.  

“Fuck yeah Mingyu cum on your pretty girl’s face do it” you begged speaking in between all the sucking and palming. Mingyu soon reached his high cumming on your face.  

Looking at jungkook he says “fuck she looks really pretty”  

You sit there looking at them with your puppy eyes, both of their cums on you and yeah, the remnants of the chocolate sauce on your nipples.  

“Yeah, let’s ruin her now, shall we?” Jungkook says getting up and taking you to the room with Mingyu taking the chocolate sauce bowl.  

It’s gonna be a long night and you are ready for it. 

<3<3<3

TAGLIST : @kimmingyuswifee , @jungk97kwife , @meraofc , @httpjeonlicious .

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[xxkitty13]

Halloween Special

LA Buggy x Fem Reader- One Shot

NSFW, Violence, Blood (slight gore)

A/N: I know Halloween is over, but I was not able to post this sooner. If you're still in the Halloween spirit or just wanting some smut, enjoy!

It is the night before Halloween, the local bar is filled with people celebrating the arrival of the spooky holiday. Tourists love to visit this particular island due to its large festival on Hallows' Eve. Boats pack the dock; visitors swarm the lively town in hopes to get wasted. Despite the variety of people, the island has not run into any problems. This will all soon change.

The bar reeked of alcohol, drunk men stumble in and out the doors. Women too pass their limits, dancing the night away. With the arrival of the tourist, single locals took the opportunity to find some fun. The worn out sailors were easy prey, but not everyone looked for a fling. Unfortunately, y/n was dragged into this mess. Her friends, Syalie and Blev, would get bored of the men in their town. Every year they looked forward for the fresh meat.

"Loosen up girl, dance with us," the slim tall blonde slurred.

"Syalie is right. We can't be the only ones having fun tonight," the woman with pink hair screamed. She is the shortest of the trio, but always managed to stand out when they partied.

"You guys are passed drunk."

Her friends only laughed as they sandwiched her at the dance floor. She too had her fair share of drinks, even so she did not like to black out at parties. You never know who’s watching.

Nevertheless, the ambiance at the party seemed safe enough. She joined the dancing duo, enjoying the music. The alcohol is getting to her, she swayed her hips away not caring how ridiculous it might be. Y/n began to get carried away before she slipped. She fell back, hitting a cloaked man at the nearby table. The other covered figures gasped. She sobered up and immediately stood up. The man looked at the empty mug and large wet stains on the bottom half of his body.

"I am so sorry..."

Her hands covered her face in embarrassment. It is a good thing no one else noticed the small incident as people were too focused on partying.

The man gripped his fist and banged it on the table before looking at the woman. Y/n felt her face become hot, scared of what the man will do to her. Her legs trembled, slowly backing away.

"Don't worry about it"— he raised his gaze at her—"you'll just have to repay me another time."

Even though his hood covered his identity, she could clearly see his green-piercing eyes staring into her soul. That look felt surreal. Feeling uneasy of the situation, she only nodded back and grabbed her friends.

"Please can we leave?"

"I don't know, can you?" Blev's head bobbed, giggling away.

"I'm being serious, I'm scared."

"Ugh okay. There's no hot guys here anyway," Syalie mumbled.

Y/n grabbed the two women and barged out of the bar. She could still feel the mysterious man's eyes burning through her back. There's something sinister about him and she did not want to find out. She shook that weird notion out her mind, hoping to never see him again.

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The following morning the townspeople prepared for the night's festival. Meanwhile, the girls stayed in the comfort of their beds. They awoke with a massive hangover and had pains throughout their body. Y/n overheard Blev rustling above her— the two slept on a bunk bed. The three shared a small house together and all had small jobs to pay their monthly rent. Y/n and Blev shared the master bedroom and Syalie occupied the second room of the house.

With groggy eyes, y/n sat up, staring into space. She had a nightmare prior to waking up. A dark presence watched over her in the dream, always lurking at every corner. It brought shivers down her spine. She shook that weird feeling away and hesitantly got out of bed. They have a long day ahead of them.

The women volunteered to help set up the plaza. Balloons were attached to light posts, skeletons hanged at the tree branches, spiderwebs overlayed the bushes, and other spooky items were displayed. The festival would begin at sunset, they hurried home to get ready.

It’s not Halloween without costumes. Y/n dressed as a jester, Blev as a vampire, and Syalie as a cowgirl. Simple outfits to assist at the food stands. They would still enjoy the event after the stands close and the actual party would begin once the children go to bed.

“Whew, what a night. I’m glad our shift is over with,” Blev sighed in relief.

“Well let’s get going then,” y/n said closing the door of the stand.

Not even taking a step away, a man who’s dressed as a pirate approached the woman.

“Am I too late?”

They all looked at each other confused.

“Yes, it’s closed,” Syalie replied.

“Aw, well that’s too bad. I was hoping I would’ve made it in time.”

The pirate walked closer. “You better reopen,” he pointed at Syalie.

“What? No. I said we’re closed.”

“Wrong.” He then whistled loudly, three other men dressed as pirates emerged from the bushes.

“Destroy that stand and the others while you’re at it.”

“Yes captain!” they shouted.

The gang of pirates broke the windows of each stand, ripping apart the cash registers. They threw all the money in large bags, only leaving behind destruction.

“No! What’s wrong with you guys, stop playing pirates and gives us back the money!” Blev yelled.

“Oh honey, we’re the real deal,” the captain laughed.

He noticed all women wore matching bracelets. Each one made of gold— jackpot.

“Give me those bracelets,” he demanded.

“No, these belong to us,” Blev stated.

“If I have to cut your hands off for them, so be it,” the pirate threatened.

Y/n immediately threw her bracelet to the man, nudging her friends to do the same. They hesitated, but there was nothing they could do about it.

“Thank you ladies, it was nice doing business you,” he snickered.

“Come on fellas, to the ship!”

The gang ran off to the woods, leaving the mess they made at the street.

“We could have fought them off,” Syalie huffed.

“No, we’re weak. Our lives are more valuable than those bracelets,” y/n said.

“I don’t care. We worked hard for those and we will get them back.”

Syalie stormed into their stand, pulling out a large kitchen knife.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going after them,” she stormed off to the woods.

“Are you crazy? They’ll kill you! Y/n what do we do?” Blev shouted.

“Come on, let’s stop her before she gets hurt.”

The two chase after their friend, who began to quicken her pace. They called out to Syalie, but she already sprinted into the dark woods.

“It’s so dark, how can she track them with no light?” Blev questioned, breathing heavily.

“I don’t kn-”

A loud scream echoed. It’s high pitched, most likely from a woman.

“Syalie!”

The women hurried their pace. The screams became louder and louder. A light emerged as they ran closer and soon came across the gang of pirates. Syalie rustled against the captain, who had her at a chokehold.

He laughed, watching the poor girl struggle. He snatched the knife out of her hand and pointed it to her neck.

“Let her go!” Y/n and Blev yelled.

The pirates, who held torches, stopped their scene and looked at the women.

“Well, well, well. . . looks like we have more fun coming our way.”

He placed the sharp part of the knife on Syalie’s neck.

“You’re fools and now you’ll die with your friend,” he cackled.

The man lifted his arm up, ready to slit her throat. Syalie closed her eyes awaiting her gruesome death, but seconds passed by and nothing happened. She opened her eyes and felt a warm liquid drip on her neck. The knife dropped to the ground and more liquid dripped on her clothes.

With his grip gone, the woman managed to free herself. The captain fell face forward and that’s when they noticed a large blade protruding out his mouth. Syalie gaped at the sight, he’s dead.

His crew met a similar fate. All falling one by one. The women scream, hearing the gurgling sounds from the dying men. They crouched to ground, hoping not to get hit by the flying weapons.

A sinister laugh echoed around them. The sound of footsteps drew close. A faint light slowly emerged from the other side of the woods.

“You know, it’s rude not to say thank you.”

Y/n looked up to see the man. His torch covered his face, though she noticed he wore a large hat. Taking a closer look, it seemed to be a captain’s hat. She gasped, they’re more pirates on the island.

The mysterious man walked towards the dead captain, retrieving the blade out his skull. Blood oozed out, only making Syalie gag.

He placed the torch in the same hole he took out the blade, burying it deep. The pirate then sat on his dead body. They could all see his face now. His red nose shined brightly from the flame’s light. The glitter on his face shimmered with every flick the fire made. The face paint resembled close to y/n’s makeup, only lacking the cross bones and large painted mouth. Y/n is captivated by the man’s features, whose cheekbones stood out the most, giving him a sculptured look.

“Now I only came to take out the competition, but I just remembered that I’m missing my compensation,”— he pointed at y/n— “you owe me.”

Perplexed by this, her eyebrows furrowed. “Owe you? I don’t know who you are.”

“Tsk,” he shook his head. “You caused a mess at the bar last night. Do you know how uncomfortable it is for a cold drink to fall on your groin?”

It took her a minute to digest the accusation, then it clicked. He’s the cloaked man she accidentally spilled the drink on.

“That was you?” she gasped.

"Ah, I see you remembered now."

"Why did you do that?! Now he's going to kill us too!" Blev angrily called out.

"I-It was an accident, I swear!"

"Who are you anyway? You better not hurt my friend," Syalie grunted, holding her bruised neck.

"Me? Does my look not ring a bell?"

The three women looked at each other, having no clue about the man's identity.

"With that big nose of yours, you're obviously more of a clown than a pirate," Syalie giggled.

The pirate's face frowned. "Nose?" He rose from his seat, angered by the comment. "What did you say? I'd shut my mouth if I were you or you'll end up like him." He picked up the torch, now covered in blood, and stomped on the man's skull.

The crunch sound made everyone gag in disgust. Brain matter had splashed out, little specks hit Blev, making her freak out. Y/n could not bear to watch the indented skull crack before them. The clown pirate removed his bloody boot and wiped the red liquid on the ground.

"I'm Buggy. . . and I'll be your worst nightmare," he boasted.

He approached y/n, who shook in fear. With her shaking legs she able to take a couple of steps back.

"As it turns out, this island doesn't have much to offer. However, me and my crew found something worth our time," he eyed y/n up and down, giving her a devious smile. “Cute costume.”

"You all will be given a head start to be fair. I'll give you 2 minutes to hide before we hunt you down."

"Hunt? We're not prey," Blev said.

Ignoring her comment, "Once you're in our hands, there will be no escape."

He chuckled, retrieving back from y/n. "Let the hunt begin."

Buggy blew his torch out and the rest of the fallen torches from the dead crew went out too. It is pitch black now. The women, in utter fear, ran away from the spot. They could no longer see each other, but the jingles of the jester hat helped them stay close.

"Let's stick together," y/n huffed out.

"Okay!" The two agreed.

They ran with all their might, barely avoiding stumps and branches on the ground. The lights from the plaza became visible ahead. It's a small hint of relief, but time is still ticking.

"What do we do? We can't let him find us. I'm so scared," Blev cried.

"We don't have time to think, let's keep moving forward. The crowd at the festival should hide us," y/n grabbed their hands and rushed into the plaza.

"We should tell the police, they'll help us," Syalie mentioned. Her friends nod in agreement.

People were already drunk and danced away in the middle of the plaza. The smell of smoke and sweat filled the air. This year's festival brought in a larger crowd, making it impossible to move around. The women tried to hold onto each other, but the dancing people would bump into them. Blev was the first to get swallowed in the crowd. Y/n tried had lost her grip as a large man shoved against her.

"Blev!"

"Y/n! Keep moving, I'll find my way to the police station!"

Her and Syalie continued sliding their way in the chaotic mess. Syalie felt a pair of hands grab the sides of her hips. She snapped her head to see the owner of the hands.

"Where are you going little lady?" The drunken man mummbled.

"Ew let me go!" She slapped his hand away.

The angered man swung at her, but she managed to avoid the hit as the man's fist connected with another person. A fight broke out between the two and Syalie was shoved against the people moving out of the way.

"Syalie, where did you go?!"

Y/n, in midst of the screaming, had no luck. Her friends are now separated from each other, this is not good. Regardless, she composed herself and continued to find a way out. It was not long before she made it out of the suffocating crowd. She regained her breath and looked around the vicinity. It's to her luck a police man stood watch at the door of a building.

"Please, I need help!" she ran towards them. "There's someone trying to kill us!"

The cop turned around and gave her a puzzled look. "What are you talking about? Are you drunk?" He questioned.

She stood before him and realized it was not a cop. He was only waiting for his friend to come out of the haunted house. She stood alone now, the police station happened to be at the other side of crowd. It would take another blow on her time, it’s worth a shot. As she took a step forward, a gliding motion slipped past her head. The blade hit the door, causing a small crack.

Y/n looked back from where it came from and felt her heart sink. It’s Buggy. His eyes seem to devour her whole. Without a second thought she entered inside the haunted house.

Right off the rift, a scare actor jumped at her. She yelped, only making her panicked state worse. The door flinged opened, Buggy knocked the actor to the ground as he entered.

“Times up,” he snickered.

Adrenaline rushed through her blood vessels as she bolted deeper into the attraction. The eerie ambience added to her freight. Sounds of wailing agony filled the dark hallway. Another actor jumped out of a small closet. Buggy’s heavy footsteps got closer, y/n pushed the person away and hid in the closet.

The confused actor stood up from the floor and turned to see the pirate clown right in front of him. He punched them right in the jaw, causing them to hit the wall harshly.

“Oh darling, you can run, but you can’t hide.”

Y/n held her hands over her mouth, hiding the heavy breathing. She heard Buggy leave the area, the sound of his footsteps faded away. Her breath hitched. She used her clammy hand to turn the knob of the door, the hinges creak at the movement. She slowly pushed it open, avoiding the high pitch sounds of the hinges.

The door covered a partial part of the right hallway. The darkness made it hard to see, she then turned her head left. The coast is clear, or so she thought. A large pair of hands grabbed her body from behind. Buggy had hidden behind the door, waiting to jump at his prey. He held his hand over her mouth and the other gripped the torso. He shoved her in the closet once again, closing the door behind them.

"Shhh, they'll hear us, or do you want me to kill them?" he whispered.

A light shined through the cracks of the door, footsteps followed and continued down the hallway. Y/n almost pissed herself at the predicament. Her heart pounded with all its might. The lub-dub sound is loud enough to ring through her eardrums, Buggy felt the pumping of her blood vessels.

The pirate reeled her in closer, squeezing his arm slightly under her bust. The woman's body shivered in absolute fear, the jingle of the bells filled the tiny room. "Calm down, love."

He loosens the grip on her, and y/n takes the opportunity to bite through his gloved hand. "Fuck!" he yelled.

She flings the door open and runs down the hallway, the bells ringing along the way. Buggy chuckled and followed the sound. She came across the stairs and decided to go up. It's then she realized her mistake, there's only a couple of rooms and dead ends.

"You have nowhere to go, so give it up," Buggy teased, heading up the stairs.

Despite having no way out, she dashed to the end of the hallway. Suddenly a tight grip squeezed her throat, the force pinned her to the ground. Her hands felt the source of the choking— it’s a hand. With widen eyes, she screamed in shock of the deed. Buggy hovered over her body, his raised arm had a missing hand.

“The look on your face is priceless,” he laughed.

“Please, don’t kill me!” she cried out.

Buggy’s hand let go of her throat and instead grabbed both of her wrist in place. “Kill you? Why would I do that to such a pretty little thing.” He crouched down, his face leaned in.

“Y-you’re not going to kill me? Then why are you hunting me down?”

“For the thrill,” he let go of her wrist as he stood up, his hand clicking back in place.

Y/n sat up and crawled a bit away from him.

“What type of sick game are you playing?”

He let out a small chuckle, “A fun one.”

“You psycho,” she approached the pirate and gave him a hard slap on his left cheek. The hit stung her hand.

Buggy is applaud by the action and held onto his stinging cheek. Y/n regretted that, but it felt so good to let our her frustration. She jumped back, awaiting for his outlash, but the pirate only laughed.

“Oh, you’re feisty one. I like that.”

“You’re weird.”

“Very,” he smirked, removing hand off his wrist once more.

Silence filled the hallway. The tension between the two arose. His green orbs stared into her eyes, the difference in power is obvious. It became rather awkward, not knowing what to say about the uncomfortable situation.

“So what do you want from me?” she managed to spat out.

He hummed, “I want you.”

A flash of heat rippled through her face. “Me?”

“I saw you last night at the bar and the way you danced captivated me. You’re the treasure I seek after.”

In shock of his confession, she walked closer and slapped him across the face.

“You could’ve just asked me that night! Instead you pursue me and made me think I was going to die,” she screamed at him.

“Is that a yes?” he held the side of his face, grinning.

“H-huh? N-n, wait. . . I-”

Buggy placed his hands on her hips, swiftly wrapping his arms around her waist. She stopped her rambling and covered her flustered face with her hands.

With his lips centimeters away from her ear, he murmurs, “Come on, let me show you a good time to replace the trouble I caused you.”

His sweet voice is tempting. He then proceeded to gently nibble on her earlobe, causing a small mewl to escape her mouth. His member twitched at the sound.

“May I?” his lips slightly rubbed against her neck.

Y/n’s hands rest on the side of his shoulders, she turned her head to allow access to the spot. “Mhm,” she softly hummed.

He first gave a small peck on her warm skin, followed by a few more trailing down her neck. She rolled her head back, taking in the sweet touch of his lips. Buggy thrilled by her response, decided to finally go feral. Grabbing the woman he barged into a nearby room. Props lay on the available bed, with his floating hand he pushed them to the ground. He closed the door behind them, locking it.

He tossed y/n onto the bed, who managed to avoid sliding off the edge.

“Get ready darling, I’m about to give you a night you’ll never forget,” he removed his brown coat and threw it to the ground. His striped vest allowed a full revelation of his muscles.

He removed his captain’s hat, “You like what you see?”

Embarrassed, she directed her gaze off his biceps. Buggy approached the woman laying in front of him, removing his clothing, except for his briefs. His built is lean, hair covered his body and his happy trail made y/n gleam in excitement.

“As much as I love your jester look, you don’t need it any more,” he ripped apart the part portion of the top and removed the hat.

She held onto her bra as he ripped apart her pants. The cold air raised goosebumps all over skin. A wave of shame came across her, she’s practically nude in front of a man she barely knows.

“What’s wrong baby? Don’t be shy. . .” Buggy attacked her neck, letting out his hunger for the taste of her skin.

Y/n hitched at the loving warmth on the side of her neck. He sucked on her warm flesh, leaving behind a large red mark to claim her as his. His now bare hand cupped her cheek, his face leaned in for a kiss. The pirate’s red nose made the kiss interesting, but it didn’t bother her. In midst of the excitement, she gently bit his bottom lip, pulling it so slightly. His eyes darken and deliberately smooched her, letting his tongue loose in her cavern.

Their tongues met, dancing away in the warm enclosure. Y/n’s hands pulled Buggy’s head in, deepening the passionate kiss. He sucked on her tongue, enjoying the small mewls she would make. The two stop to catch their breaths, he looked down at her. His red makeup made a mess, the smeared paint covered her mouth.

He took a scoot back, his face lingered above her covered breast. He grasped the bra and ripped it off her chest, exposing the lovely sight. His hands cupped each boob, squeezing them gently. His thumbs pressed on her needy nipples, caressing them with ease. He squeezed her hard buds, making her let out a small moan.

“You like that?” he sultry whispered.

Y/n’s blushed face only stared at his working hands on her breast. He chuckled as his mouth gobbled her left tit. He nipped at her bud, pulling at it gently.

“Oh-” she gaped out, enjoying the warmth on her breast.

Buggy sucked on each nipple as he continued his play with the other. His tongue would swirled between each needy bud, the tip purposely running by the small opening. He left the swollen nipples and kissed her chest, trailing down to her stomach. Her back arched as she felt her lower regions flutter. His kisses stopped at the trim of her panties.

With a pull of his teeth, he gritted, “Let’s see how you look like love.” He swiftly removed the panties with the assistance of her legs. Y/n, feeling vulnerable, closed her legs shut. Buggy placed his hands in between her soft thighs. “Be a good girl and open wide for me,” he murmured, kissing the insides of her thighs.

She hesitantly listened, allowing Buggy to take a peak at her most intimate part. He placed his large hand over the exposed flesh, his fingers traces down her wet folds. Shivers trailed down y/n’s spine.

“Tell me, have you ever been touched by a man before?”

The room went silent. Buggy’s index finger slowly made its way to her leaking hole, circling the entrance. She flinched at the touch.

“J-just once. . .”

Buggy couldn’t help to feel jealous at the thought of another man touching her this way. “Hm, you’ll never remember that moment once I’m threw with you,” he said with a devious tone.

A sudden hot sensation ran through her folds. The tip of his tongue flicked her throbbing clit. “Ah,” her soft moans made him hungry for more. He began devour her aroused pussy, lapping the juices that would flow out her small hole. He detached his tongue, fucking the insides of her clenched walls. His thumb pressed gently on her swollen bean, rubbing it just right. The pirate watched as her ecstasy unfolded in front of him.

Y/n toes curled at the motion of his tongue, her fingers gripped his bandana and hair, pushing his face onto her pussy. His stubble scratched her vaginal folds, adding to the stimulation. The tongue reattached back into his mouth, who now softy sucked the dripping wetness from her hole. His hands held her thighs as his textured nose rubbed against her sensitive clit.

She’s ready for the next level, Buggy slipped his index finger in, feeling the warmth swallow it whole. Due to her moaning mess, she did not notice the foreign part inside of her. That’s when his middle finger slid in, he curled them, watching her back arch. Using the same hand, his thumb rubbed against the needy clit as he fingered her.

“Do you want another?” he asked, kissing her shaking thigh.

“Y-yes,” she moaned, rolling her eyes back.

Without hesitation, his ring finger rammed inside of her. He quicken his pace, enjoying the sounds coming out of her sweet mouth. His cock twitched at every sinful moan, his harden erection became more painful by each note. He felt himself give into his instincts, not thinking about the strength of his finger fucking.

He stopped his motion before y/n could reach her climax. She groaned at the lost feeling of his fingers.

“Sorry babe, but I don’t want you having too much fun without me.”

He stood up in front of her, showing the large tent on his briefs. He pulled the fabric down, showing more of his blue fluff. His harden erection sprang up, precum already dripping out of his slit.

“I would love to feel your pretty little mouth on my dick, but I want to make you mine already,” he said stroking his member.

He placed his tip on her pussy, sliding his tip between the wet folds, teasing. Y/n only watched, loving the slight rubbing as he guided the tip over her drenched hole. His dick slowly pushed in, he grunted at the tightness. The girth of his dick stretched the entrance of her flesh, making her yelp.

“It’s ok baby, it’s almost in,” he cooed.

Her pussy took him in nicely, a sweet warmth clenched around him. “Fuck,” he gritted. He continued to push in deeper, feeling his member throb in arousal. “There it goes. . .”

He huffed out as y/n teary eyes caught his attention. With his torso upright, his detached hand wiped the tears off her cheek. The blue fluff of his lower region touched her skin and so did the base of his dick. Practically in the missionary position, he began thrusting inside of her, his hand still cupping her face.

“Nngh-” she held onto his free hand, whimpering.

Buggy used his other arm to hold her thighs as she wrapped around his torso. He started to chase the high, loving the tight sensation on his swollen cock. Pure ecstasy engulfed him, he leaned in to the side of face and snuggled the crook of her neck. Y/n’s hands hugged over his shoulders, taking in each thrust. She cried out, the pounding is rough, but pleasure overtook the stinging pain of each hard blow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Damn, baby. . . I didn’t think you’d be so tight. . .”

Vulgar words filled the room, each one becoming louder and louder; and more incoherent. Buggy lifted his head up to see the incapacitated woman below him, submitting to him. His hand gripped her neck, softly chocking her. She gasped at this action as his fingers tighten around her. Her vision darken, unable to respond back. He loosened his grip and instead grabbed a fistful of her hair.

The pounding became more viscous, the two were a moaning mess. Buggy’s climax approached, he held back his orgasm as much as he could. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his breathing became unstable. His core tighten, ready to unleash his load inside of her. Not able to go any longer, he grunted, letting his hot cum fill her wrecked pussy.

His weak body fell on top of her, barely catching his breath. Despite the intense fucking, y/n has not reached her climax. The pirate removed his soften member, letting the white substance ooze out. His detached hand made its way to her lower region, not caring about touching his own cum, he fingered her. The motion is overwhelming, stimulating her to the max. It’s not long before she reached her orgasm. The two’s heavy breathing filled the quiet room.

He rolled over, pulling her body over his. Her head laid on his hairy chest.

“Oops, I came in you,” he huffed out.

With the wave of pleasure gone, she had clarity over the situation. “What?” she said with a panic voice. “You did that on purpose!”

He chuckled, stroking her hair. “It’s not my fault your legs wrapped around me tightly.”

She sat up next to him, hiding her breast with her arms. “What am I going to do? I can’t have a baby with a pirate. . .”

She the pointed at him. “Pirates are all dead beat fathers, of course you would do this to me!”

He rolled his eyes, “Did you not hear me when I said I’ll make you mine?”

“I-I, what?” she gave him a dumbfounded look.

He got out of the bed and walked over to the pile of clothing on the floor.

“Come get dressed, I’m taking you with me.”

“I can’t. You destroyed my costume.”

“Oh, right. . .”— he grabbed his coat and tossed at her— “use this.”

She sighed and wrapped her body with it. Buggy finished dressing up, he picked up his captain’s hat and placed it on y/n’s head. He smiled as it flopped to the side, obviously too big on her.

“You should be honored to be the captain’s bride,” he smirked.

“Bride? Since when are we getting m-” she was cut off as Buggy lifted her body up, bridal style.

She clenched the flaps of the coat, making sure her skin did not show. She tried to protest, but he stuffed her mouth with glove. The two leave the haunted house, the scare actors look at each other in confusion, not wanting to ask about the situation.

He swiftly carried y/n towards the dock, not caring about the weird looks they received from the festival’s crowd. It didn’t take long before they reached his ship. Once on the deck, he placed her down and she finally spat out the glove.

“You kidnapped me! Who said I’ll go with you?” she yelled.

“Well that’s too bad for you. A pirate takes what he wants,” he snickered.

“What about my friends? I don’t want to leave them behind, they’re practically my sisters!”

Before Buggy could answer, someone interrupted, “We’re back captain!”

Two men aboard the ship, both holding a woman each. The two women happen to be her friends, Blev and Syalie, y/n ran to them. The two embrace their friend.

“Are you guys okay? I’m glad you’re here, but how can this be?” Y/n questioned.

Blev and Syalie, who clearly had smudged makeup, look at each other and back at the the men who brought them to the ship.

“It’s a long story, but we could say the same about you?” Syalie giggled.

Y/n is puzzled about the situation and turned to face Buggy, who only raised his hands up.

“What can I say, Cabaji and Mohji took real good care of your friends.”

She wrinkled her eyebrows together and cringe at the thought of her friends being railed.

“You can’t say you won’t go without your friends. Now, let’s set sail from his miserable island,” he ordered.

Cabaji and Mohji went to their posts, preparing the ship for departure. The three women huddle close, all not taking in the reality of being captured by pirates. Buggy approached them and reached into his pockets, pulling out their gold bracelets. He handed it to them.

“Welcome on board ladies. You are all now apart of my crew, but before you meet everyone, let’s settle you in,” he grabbed y/n’s hand as the other women followed behind.

“Don’t worry love, no one will dare touch you here. Besides, you carry my seed now.”

Y/n blushed at his statement, she held her stomach, not sure if she’d like to carry his offspring. His thumb gently rubbed her hand, assuring her fate with him. She took one last look at the island before they headed before deck. There’s no future for her there, the small jobs would not cut it for the long run.

“Okay, you better not be a dead beat,” she said, squinting at him.

He only laughed, “Of course, you’re mine to take care of.”

Assuring her concern, the four walked down the stairs to the floors below, awaiting the new journey ahead of them.

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A/N: It’s been years since I last wrote smut. Hopefully it wasn’t too shabby. On a side note, I got behind on my projects, so the next chapter of my fanfic will take a minute to write. For now, I hope this will satisfy you all!

[wordy-little-witch]

So weird thing in my head here, but the beetlejuice musical has INSPIRED me so have my weird discombobulated ideas

• Buggy as half demon, but he's largely human-presenting. Only things that could possibly clue you in are the fangs, pointed ears, nails, pupils and nose - but luckily he just passes as a weird ass clown and diva.

• mood ring hair my beloved. Or mood ring eyes. Just. Smth colored on a body that changes around with emotions, and I have a weird soft spot for it.

• he has horns and a tail - kinda, at least. He HAD a tail, but the situation leading up to him being taken in by the Rogers resulted in a loss of those. His horns are hidden away usually by charms or magic.

• SPEAKING OF MAGIC - comedic instances of hammerspace. He uses that and a mix of sleight-of-hand tricks to pull the most random yet thematically appropriate things from freaking nowhere. Nobody knows how he does it except maybe Shanks who helped him figure it out when they were kids.

• Committed To The Bit - but in both a good AND bad way. Buggy's the type of demon to feed on hedonistic tendencies, not a specific sin. It literally boils down to People Enjoying Themselves, preferably in excess but normal amounts are fine too. He thinks himself so sneaky and schiesty by ensuring his crew and people are happy and taken care of. "I'm going to enforce everyone to do self care because I'm so evil mwahaha-" type of deal.

• his Devil Fruit is fucking WEIRD because he's half demon but he also hasn't Realized That Yet.

• sea water is effectively holy water. It doesn't burn him or cause wounds, but he does get a rash and breaks out in hives. It's annoying. He copes.

• his metabolism is frankly HORRIFYING but he doesn't clock that. Fun fact, Ds are usually Otherworldly Beings too so Roger and Buggy just gave little nods of acknowledgment before eating the ship out of house and home. Buggy is not like.... genetically a D by actual blood ties, but Roger declared he was a D anyway. Buggy D. Clown, he'd joke, spinning his tiniest cabin brat around with a grin. The name stuck.

• There are certain herbs that can make him sick, stuff like angelica root in any forms, myrrh, argue root at any maturity, and he's got a mild allergy to garlic. It's hilarious, too, because there's no actual correlation of being of demonic descent and having an issue with those herbs despite what so many people believe, Buggy's just out there living an accidental cliché

• oh and on the cliches topic, he does not like churches or "hallowed ground". Not because of some supernatural element, he just finds it boring.

• he does not broadcast his heritage, but he will disclose it to trusted individuals - until he has reason to capitalize on it.

[thedarkone121]

Death Mark AU: Role Reversal with Demonic Possession

Based on the fanfic Windows of the Soul by KittenAnarchy, where Mary possesses Masamune instead of just giving him amnesia and Saya Kujou is our amnesiac heroine.

Thank you to NicoB for giving me something new to fixate over during the month of Hallows. Yes, I came across Spirit Hunter: Death Mark and now Kazuo Yashiki is my favorite wet cat man. Though with that love, I must now torture the middle-aged man. Oh jeez, I’m sounding like Mary now… 😬

Speaking of Mary, I think now is a perfect time to mention the fun AU idea I had based on a fanfic I found! For context in that fic, Saya had hidden away Mary’s legs so in retaliation she ripped Yashiki/Masamune’s eyes from his head and placed hers in, possessing him while Saya is the one who ends up with amnesia. There’s not much in that fic other than Saya meeting her possessed brother but I love the idea and wanted to give my own spin.

AU: I am planning on keeping Saya heavily damaging Mary in attempt to stop her. I felt it would add to the angst when Saya regains her memories and knows she accidentally caused her brother to become possessed and understands he was alone with that monster in his head for days. Cause, ya know, the Kujou siblings need regrets for their past actions.

The one thing I would changed is how Mary possesses Yashiki/Masamune. I’m someone who enjoys reading someone being trapped in their own body as someone else puppets them so I thought Mary would just pour all her essence into Yashiki/Masamune, The Conjuring style. That way, we can still have her fully in control with hints of big-brother Kujou trying to break though to warn his sister.

Also, I decided to do designing of my own Mary!Masamune outfit, since I feel like Mary would be like: “Oh? Of course you wear something like this for formalities!” And then the clothes would just be an alternative version of Mary’s. Well, an attempt at it. I really tried 🤣

Onto the events of Death Mark, Mary!Masamune would still take on the role as Mary did in the original canon as acting like an informant about the spirits but this time, he can walk so he acts like a servant to the Kujou household, saying only his first name and never giving Saya his family name.

But while Saya and her selected partners are out dealing with the spirits, I imagine the ones left behind would interact with Mary!Masamune — noting how he sometimes acts a little odd and not as cold and calculating when Saya is around (most of that is Yashiki fighting the possession or Mary giving him reigns but making sure he can’t call for help — typical Mary love). They would bring this up to Saya, who is starting to notice some strange things about the Kujou butler.

I should also mention that the memories Saya Kujou lost were of her brother, Mary, and her role as a spirit hunter. She knows she lives at the mansion, she has vague recollections about her father but any memory of Masamune, Mary, or the Mark are gone.

Anyway, that’s all I have for this AU at the moment. I just love me some possession and some angsty siblings so I wanted to contribute to the fandom. Also, enjoy a Mary!Masamiune without his hat and glasses!

Characters: Masamune Kujou (Here) // Saya Kujou

[someone1348]

Hey friend could you write a ler reader and lee turtles fic where’s the reader Ian normally shy burn decides to show them how much they care about the boys with tickles?

Bringing out my ler side I see, excellent choice! /lh /pos

Thank you for the request my friend I hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Reader, Lee!Turtles

Tw: maybe some intense teases, depending on how you look at it, other than that none!these are adorable, but these are tickle fics for future warning if you're not comfortable with it I wouldn't recommend my page :] /pos

Another note: all of my reader fics are gender natural pronouns unless it's a specific request! But yeah :]

With all of that being said let's get these turtles giggling! >:]

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Leo!:

-This man is both over the moon and afraid when you get the chance to tickle him

-He's only afraid because of how his body reacts to it, he quite literally loses all control when he's tickled and he's worried about accidently hurting you

-but other than that he is so over joyed! Especially if it's a way of affection/to show you care, he can't stop smiling or giggling like a little kid

-don't underestimate him though, as much as he loves it he will always get revenge >:]

-But I mean come on, LEE is in his name! Leeo! I'm just sayinggg haha

-And I'm pretty sure they've called him Lee before as a nickname (kinda off topic but still!)

-He's more than happy to be tickled by you! No complaints here! He'll never admit it though! Sooo have fun with that

"Wa-hUh?! HEHeY! COhome OHon!" He squealed in surprise and giggled as he felt ten tickly didgets skitter up and down his sides.

"What's wrong? Too ticklish to take what you dish out LEEon?~" you smirked playfully as you made your way up to his ribs.

His body spazed out of control as he tried to escape the tickly feeling on his ribs "WAHAHAHAIT! (Y/N) NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww but your laugh is too adorable for me to quit now Leo! Plus you seem to be enjoying yourself anyways, Coochie Coochie Coo~"

His face turned a bright red as he stuttered through his laughter "ASDHAHA! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY!"

You stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles, gently pinching his cheeks "Like I said, adorable"

"Thahats it" he smiled brightly "Cohome here you-"

Donnie!:

-He sits like THIS ^^ and you expect me NOT to tickle him I mean come onnnn /lh /pos

-This gif screams lee mood energy (Even though I know he's a ler lean, it's just so perfect!)

-He's not the best with physical contact so you definitely have to ease into tickles with him but if you guys are close (which you are) He's honored to be tickled by you if it is another way you show you care

-Just know when he says stop he means it :]

-He'd much rather be tickling you but he's not gonna complain if it happens (he secretly likes it, juuust a little bit! Hehe)

-Oh and if you're ever worried about the contact thing there's a feather in his tech bo, wink wonk hehe!

As you entered the living room of the lair you spotted Donnie relaxing in his chair with his arms behind his head. You smirked as your ler instincts took over and carefully snuck up behind the chair to tickle under his arms.

They quickly shot down with a squeal and high pitched giggles as you continued to wiggle your fingers into his hallows

He giggled out your name with a smile as he wiggled in his chair "Gehet oHohout of thehere! I wahas relaxihihing!"

"Sorry D! That's what you get for leaving a tickle spot wide open in my sights!" You smirked as you moved down to his stomach

"Is tummytello ticklish? Let's find out~"

"Noho he's nOHoT!" He giggled as he tried to lightly push at your hands, not actually minding what was happening. That was until you squeezed his thighs

"WAHAHAHAIT (Y/N)-" He threw his head back onto the chair laughing

"Tickletickletickletickle~"

His face turned red as he grabbed your hands gently "STAHAHAP!" you immediately stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles

"Too much?"

"Juhuhust right" he smiled back at you, giving you the reassurance "ihi'll get you back, after I finish relaxing"

You giggled at his statement before going to get a drink from the fridge.

Raph!:

-Deserves all the tickles in the world I'm just saying!

-He's at first a little nervous too, like Leo is because he doesn't want his spikes to hurt you on accident or anything else to hurt you but after you reassure him that everything is all good he will melt to your tickles

-Absolutely taking in every second, he will admit to you that he enjoyed it but he won't say a word in front of his brothers

-He's so happy though that you do it as a way to show that you care, it really means a lot to him

-He will get revenge though, if he feels like it, soooo, good luck getting away from the tickle monster

"Hey Raphhh~" you called out for him with a song in your voice as you entered his room.

He raised an eyebrow at your antics as you approached closer to his bed; "Helloo (Y/n)" he giggled "whahats going on?" He asked suspiciously as you sat in front of him

"Oh nothinggg just a vist,,, from the TICKLE MONSTER!" You giggled as you began to squeeze his sides

"WAhaIt! WhAhAhat?! NoHoHo! TiHihickle mOhoNsTeher!" He giggled lightly pushing at your hands

"Oh come on Raphie, you fight and take down all kinds of villains every day but can't handle the tickle monster" you smirked as your scribbled along his spikes.

"I soho cAhAHAN! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Someone's got ticklish spikess~"

He whined your name through his giggles as he tried his best not to squirm so he wouldn't hurt you

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Okahay okahay! All done you big giggle bug"

He pulled you into a hug "Ihihi love it, buttt you're forgetting somthing" he smirked at you "you forgot that Raph's the biggest tickle monster around!-"

Mikey!:

-Cutie pie! He is literally so happy when you tickle him and is never ashamed to admit it!

-He's the baby of the family so using tickles as a way to show that you care is his specialty! It's what he's used to and he wouldn't ask for anything better than that!

-So yeah he is 100% on board if you tickle him

-No worries or complaints here!

-Just a lot of giggles! :]

Mikey was mixing ingredients together when you spotted him from a far, he was turned around and his side was showing, you couldn't help but wonder behind him and give it a tiny squeeze

"EEP!- (Y/n)!" He giggled out your name as he turned to see who had squeezed his side. Your smirk and wiggling fingers only grew as he set the bowl down onto the counter

You pulled him to the ground gently and sat on his shell so you could have full access to the back of his knees

"(Y/n)- wAhait! I promise I'll let you lick the spoon full of batter!" He giggled trying to talk his way around it

"Deal! I'll take that batter,,, after I tickle you!" You giggled as you skittered your ten tickly fingers under his knees

He snorted and tried to curl up as best as he could, leaning into your fingers as you continued "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww and why not giggles?~" You smiled evilly as you continued

"IHIHIHIT'S MY TIHIHICKLE SPOHOHOT!" He said through his laughter as he continued to try and get away

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't have guessed that" You said sarcastically as you continued "Tickle tickle tickleee~ Mikeyyy~"

"OKAHAY PLEAHAHAHASE"

You stopped and got off of him, rubbing away the ghost tickles before taking the bowl of leftover batter "I'll be taking this!"

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THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE! Thank you for the request my friend!

I hope you all enjoyedd and I hope you have the best day ever because you truly deserve it, Take care of yourself, know that you are loved and valued and that I am so incredibly proud of you for existing and for everything you do daily! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

[imaginewarehouse]

Professor Wexler x Fem!Non-Student!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You come into your friend’s class one day to help her with an assignment and the cute, emotionally stifled professor develops a big fat crush on you real quick- he uses his Big Brain to figure out a way to see you again.

(Psst, he says he was required to offer the assistant job to you- he wasn’t)

Warnings: Age difference, that’s it.

🔆🔆🔆

“So you remember what to do, right?” You friend asks as you both sit down in the front row of her regular classroom, and you just give her a nod- preoccupied with scoping the place out. Its HUGE! More like an auditorium than a classroom. You couldn’t imagine learning in a place like this!

To be fair though, you couldn’t imagine learning in a classroom either, at the moment. Instead of going to college like your friends, you decided to get a job and take a couple years to yourself… now you’re a manager at the store you work at and feel kind of stuck. It makes being here, in these hallowed halls among all these brainiacs with binders and books kind of intimidating, but… you’re managing! You have nothing to be ashamed of, just because you chose a different path. You’re doing this for your friend, anyway, and besides- this’ll be fun!

Its occult studies- how cool is that??

“Y/N!” Your friend suddenly exclaims, putting her hand on your arm to get your attention and you jump- head whipping around and gaze landing on her once again rather than the rafters.

“Yes!?”

“Come on… Are you listening to me?” She asks, half laughing and half freaking out- just her style. She was like this all the way through high school, too. Every time she had a big assignment due, she would get so stressed out! To relax her, you nod and give a reassuring smile.

“I’m just doing what you tell me up there, right? I’m the example for your presentation- Trust me, I can follow instructions perfectly well. It’ll be fine!” You shrug, drumming your fingers against the folder in her lap. “Besides, you’ve been researching this thing for months- if I trip up there, it’s not gonna make much of a difference.”

“Hey, if you trip up there I’m going to pretend you’re a stalker and I don’t know you.”

“Ditto.” You smirk.

“You’ll pretend that you’re a stalker and I don’t know you??”

“Yep.”

The two of you dissolve into giggles at that, not noticing how the rest of the room is going quiet until it’s too late. A man comes in from the back of the stage and stops at the edge, closest to the two of you.

When you notice him and his very disapproving look (Reminding you why you didn’t want to continue with school in the first place), you quickly shut up and wack your friend to get her attention, too. She sees him as well and immediately swallows her laughter, lowering her hand. “Sorry sir.”

“Mhm… “

Though some of the other students behind your back still snigger and whisper to eachother, the man turns away from the two of you and introduces himself. You move on quickly, too, poking your friend again and leaning over to whisper in her ear. “That’s your teacher??” You ask, folding one leg over the other and angling towards her. Seeing him gave you a devilish idea, and you just can’t help yourself from messing with your friend a bit. She needs to relax, after all- school is not everything…  

“Uh- yeah. Professor Wexler.” She replies quickly, not taking her eyes away from the front- something like fear in her face. Worry. Feeling a smirk wobble onto your face, you turn your body slightly to her in order to deliver your next line without anyone hearing. This’ll kill her-

“Well… all I can say, is I now see the appeal to class-”

“SHHH!”

“Oh, you’re right, Professor Sex Appeal is talking.” As you settle back in your seat, your friend finally turns to look at you- half in disgust and half in horror. You mime zipping your lips and throwing out the key, before turning your full attention to the teacher finally. Oh, she’s too easy. Sure, Professor Wexler is nice-looking, but you aren’t really that horny.

You just love messing with her.

~

“And, now… (Friends Name). Your turn- I hope you’re ready.” Professor Wexler finally reads out your friend’s name from the list on his desk, after 45 minutes of sitting there nervously waiting for her turn. You, timid about getting up there in front of all these smart people your age. Her, dying on the inside from anxiety about failing an assignment despite your regular arm pats of reassurance.

“You are,” You assure her quietly with a nod one last time, as you both stand up and get up on the stage. She leads you to the centre before splitting from you to give Professor Wexler the USB for her PowerPoint and get it set up at his desk; Leaving you to stand there awkwardly centre stage. You consider crossing your arms, but that’s antisocial so you end up standing like a penguin with your arms at your sides. Oh lord…

It’s hot, and you suddenly feel totally inadequate in everything that you’re doing with your life- here are all these people getting degrees and masters and certificates, and you’re managing a Burger King-

Wait. Y/N, shut up. Come on. You’re on your own path, you’re okay. You can do this.  

“Miss (Friends Name), why don’t you introduce your assistant while this boots up?” Wexler’s oddly dulcet tones interrupt your inner freak out, and you look deftly over to them as your friend nods quickly, like oh right, okay. You flash the man a bright smile. Like thank you!

“Well, this is my friend Y/N,” Her voice is clear and confident as she looks out to the audience informationally and you find yourself to be so proud of her. She’s going to be fine. “She’s going to provide some visual aids for us.”

“Hi,” You add, giving an awkward little salute to the crowd. Why did you do that? Oh god, you hope to fuck that was cute-

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Do you go to school here?” Wexler asks, taking over while your friend finishes pulling up her work on computer, having it reflect onto the back wall.

“Oh- no, I don’t.” No need to elaborate, ha ha~ Its nice of him to ask and distract you from the very nerve-wrecking situation but there’s absolutely no need to embarrass yourself further. “Just here to help (Friends name), today. Um- pretty school, though.”

“Isn’t it.” He grins, and it’s really rather a nice grin, and since you’re never going to be in here or see him again you really don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t appreciate it. You also feel suddenly quite glad that you wore this mini skirt and washed your hair today.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Your friend pipes up, and you nod; Attention fully on her again. Let’s go.

~

After a few minutes of introductions and explanations, your friend finally draws attention to you once more. “Alright Y/N, now I require your assistance- would you come centre stage again, please?” You feel a certain gaze on you a little harder than others, but focus on the audience; Dipping your head a little in hello once again as you step up to where you’re needed. 

“Please sit down on the stool, facing the audience.”

Doing as instructed, you make sure to cross your legs- you’re wearing a skirt, and you’re a lady. As your friend touches your head in certain parts and explains the how to and the reason behind the ancient art of scalping- you can’t help but give a bright, humorous smile. You feel so weird sitting here! The lights are hot and there are lootta bored students out there watching… You know that you aren’t what people are really paying attention to right now, but that doesn’t make it better.

Then she tells you to stand up again, which you do, and requests Wexler to come over. Your eyes widen and you glance at her, not sure what’s going on. You thought you were the only aid? Why is she gesturing for the handsome professor to come closer to you? Why!??

“Most of what we know of the ritual sacrifices in this particular area involved nuptials. Ah- a wedding, in simplistic terms. So,” (Friends name) grins cheekily, turning promptly to you and Wexler. “Be free to get nice and close you two while I explain this next part.” Ohhhh, she’s having a laugh; Making fun of her teacher a little bit while she has the power. You get it, the rest of the class give chuckles and teases as Wexler strolls up next to you.  

While your friend continues her lecture, you turn on your heels awkwardly to face Professor Wexler with a very little, very crooked grin on your face. “Well… this is sudden. We only just met.” You say, quiet enough for him to hear perfectly but you’re not speaking over your friend at all. Just between the two of you.

He nods, giving the tiniest of amused grins. “Very.” You get the feeling he doesn’t smile all that often, and the fact that he’s done so for you make you feel all warm inside.

So, pointing a stern finger at him, you give a half stern-half playful look with one corner of your lips quirking up and try not to laugh when he forces a nervous look on his face; Like he’s getting a talking-to from his real wife. “You better take out the garbage, or we’re getting a divorce.”

“Promise, promise!... I have to say, though, if those are our vows, then I have some serious concerns about our pending marriage.” Yeah, you’re flirting a little. But hey; There’s something about having a man who’s older, and more accomplished play along with your silly little game, that feels really good. And it’s not like you’ll ever see him again- so why not?

“Hey,” You actually giggle then, unable to help it. Because this is such a weird situation; Here you are, on a stage in front of at least 30 people your age pretending to be married to your friends teacher- and again, maybe flirting with him. A bit… “Just do as I say and you’ll do just fine,”

“Uhuh,” He nods, grinning again and shaking his head as he looks back finally to the audience and your friends assignment.  

~

20 minutes later, the class is over and you’re all free to go. You help your friend to pack up her stuff and go up on stage to search for a few props she’s missing. “Where are you… “You mutter, wandering off into the wings to see if they may have rolled off. “Aha!”

Just as you’re about to go grab it, leaning against the back wall, a male’s voice calling your name startles you. You actually jump, surprised. You thought you were alone!!

Turning around, you’re only slightly relieved to see Professor Wexler there standing just in the wings, too. He’s a little ways a way from you, but still hidden away behind the curtains with you. “Oh hey there again, sir.” Sure, he’s not your teacher, but when are you next going to have the chance to call someone ‘sir’? You have a thing for it. And it’s not hurting anyone! Flashing a warm, polite smile, you reach down and pick up the prop. “I was just catching a runaway prop- sorry if I’m not supposed to be back here!!”

“No, no, that’s fine… I was just, uh… “He seems a bit tongue-tied, so you wait patiently- watching him fold his hands into his pants pockets, the light glinting off the glasses on his nose. “So. You said you didn’t go to school here. Are you… going to school somewhere else, or?.. “

“Oh, no.” You shake your head, holding your hands and the prop behind your back and forcing a polite smile for him, despite feeling uncomfortable about the topic. Telling a teacher you don’t go to school?? Awkward… uncomfortable… a couple hundred other words meaning the same thing… “I- don’t go to school, actually. I’ve um… Well, I’ve been working instead. I know- I should get an education, but-”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, or following your own path… Actually- it’s rather brave. “That brings a big, genuine smile to your face, and it seems to relax him a lot; He smiles one of those miniscule smiles again as you approach him. “Are you considering anything here, at all?”

“Well… this class sure seems like some fun!”

“I’m not sure that ‘fun’ is what I’m trying to get at, here, Miss L/N.” There’s a stern look on his face but a mischievous glint in his pretty eyes. And- ‘Miss L/N’. Good god- “But- I do agree. It is a… fun, subject.”

“It is!” You agree, nodding. “If I could get into a school like this, I’d absolutely be here! I betcha I’d be top of the class.” You wink, teasing.

“Ah- I bet.”

Smile faltering, because you remember that your friend is still waiting for you out in the auditorium and you, unfortunately, can’t just stay here and chat with the cute professor about a slightly brighter future all day- you take a deep breath and straighten up. “… Anyway, I have a shift in an hour and (Friends name) promised to drive me home– it was really nice meeting you though!”

You’re already turning your hips to head off back onto the stage when Wexler speaks up quickly again- halting you. “Um, before you go, Miss L/N, I uh- I have something I thought you might be interested in. Here.”

“Hm?” Stopping and turning back to him, you watch him take a folded-up piece of paper out of his jacket pocket- which he hands to you. Curiously you open it up, read it slowly, and raise your brows in surprise. “A job application?”

“I’m… required, to give this out to people. You know, scout. And I thought you might, perhaps, be interested. Its an assistant job. Uh, for me. You’d be working with me… be my assistant, uh- It’s not very hard, I promise not to overwork you, but… it is work in this subject. I thought you might be interested. I know you’ve already got a job, though, and you probably want to stay there- “

“Oh, no. I don’t.” Is this for real?? Is he serious?? You could work h e r e??? No way!! You would love to do something knew- something in academics! Occult studies! This is so exciting!

Your enthusiasm must show on your face, because Wexler relaxes once again. “… Great. So- then- I hope to see your application come back.”

Flashing a bright grin, and not even really thinking about it (Just that you want to), you step closer to him and give him a quick, one-armed hug. “You will, definitely!” You exclaim, pulling back before he can even move to reciprocate the affection- leaving the older professor with slight wide eyes and a bashful grin on his face. “I’m very interested!”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but your friend calls after you then.

“… Y/N?? Did you get lost back there?? I think we should get going soon, if you wanna get to your shift on time!”

“Oh- right, yeah. I’ll be right there!!” You call back, before turning back one final time to Professor Wexler. “Thank you, for this.”

“Its my pleasure. And- you can just send the application back with Miss (Your Friends Name).”

“Hmmm, nah.” With a little grin, backing up towards the stage, you fold up the application and waive it to him. “I don’t think so, I’ll bring it to you in person. So, see you tomorrow? You got office hours?”

That grin he gives is quickly becoming addictive to you. “… I’ll see you tomorrow.” You can’t wait.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Hey, how you doing? I'm sorry to ask, but is your book setting in the present? like, sometimes I have the impression that it is in the 80ths or 90ths? maybe is just me? is just the vibes... sorry anyways!! I love everything you share about your books!!

Hi!!! I’m good :) on vacation rn which has been fun! If you’re referring to Moth Work/Feeding Habits/Body Back/Hallowed Bodies/Changing States, they take place between 2005-2006 (FH is actually the only one that takes place in 2006). So lots of 80s & 90s vibes and references since the characters would’ve ‘grown up’ in that time (I think canonically speaking Lonan & Harrison would’ve been born in 1983!).

Seventh Virtue takes place whenever you want it to lol. If there wasn’t a pandemic I’d say it takes place in the 2020s but why don’t we say like… 2018? 2019?

[hidingoutbackstage]

omg ok i tried to watch all hallows eve once bc it was the first movie to have art the clown in it and i just. could not finish it bc something about it felt very very misogynistic and uncomfortable to me 😭😭

AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO DO THAT. I HOPE YOU STOPPED BEFORE THE END OF THE FIRST SHORT FILM AND IF YOU DIDN’T THEN I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU STOPPED BEFORE THE END OF THE FINAL SHORT FILM BECAUSE OH MY GD IF Y’ALL THOUGHT THE BIFURCATION OF A WOMAN STARTING WITH HER VAGINA WHILE SHE DANGLED COMPLETELY NAKED AND TIED UP IN THE FIRST TERRIFIER WAS BAD. DUDE.

Okay I’m gonna take a sec to gather my thought but holy fuck. This movie is so bad and it tried to make up for it in shock factor but it didn’t work AT all. You’re right about the misogyny. Jesus christ. Gimme a sec to put it all down

Okay so like I said this movie fucking SCREAMS “baby’s first feature length movie” because it rlly is just that amateur. Leone wrote, directed, and edited this movie, and it shows. The whole thing is incredibly formulaic, it feels like every slasher ever, beat by beat. I could predict literally every scare, even when moments were the “nothing happens and that’s the jumpscare” jumpscare lol. Nothing in this surprised me except the ending of the third short film and that’s just because I didn’t expect them to go as far as they did but everything else was so painfully un-special. Sound effects were overused SO much, there was a lot of blending of shots that very noticeably did not directly lead from one to the other even though that was the intention (things like characters having noticeably different body language and expressions between cuts) the framing was often off, like the shot was cropped when editing and not meant to be framed that way, nothing interesting was ever done with the camera, the score was way overplayed, and the fact that Leone just straight up put his short films, mostly unedited, right into his feature length movie just felt fucking lazy.

The writing was also atrocious. Character dialogue that was awful and not even delivered in a fun or clever way (but I mean what else to expect from Damien Leone) and actions that were just done to create creepy moments or service the plot, all feeling disingenuous. The setup for an anthology was flimsy and ridiculous. The “plot” was a jumbled mess. And so on and so forth. I didn’t like it.

Also watching this movie after watching the Terrifier movies just makes me realize how much Leone was just taking literally every Art the Clown moment from his previous work and making it feature length with the Terrifier series. Moments like Art getting kicked out of [place] for shitting on the wall and leaving in a huff only to come back and cut the guy’s head off, or sitting across from a woman in a public place and creeping her out/harassing her, stalking women in creepy corridors, tearing a woman’s face off, appearing in a man’s dreams so he’ll paint him, attacking and attempting to kill children, being immortal despite something that should’ve killed him, and VICIOUS torture against kidnapped women, it’s all just taken blatantly from this movie.

And when it comes to the misogyny, yes. Definitely. Absolutely. The first short film that the kids watch has women being harassed, kidnapped killed, tortured, and has a pregnant woman’s baby cut out of her belly and a cup placed below her…y’know, so her blood can drip into it, and then the woman who watched that happen is then raped by the devil. And somehow that first film isn’t even the worst offender, but don’t worry we’ll get to that.

Anyway, the rest all follow the slasher formula of “a woman is being chased by a man so we just see a woman in pain/peril for the majority of the runtime” and that formula itself is misogynistic (sorry I’ve been finishing up Men Women and Chain Saws lol) and it just feels very gratuitous and exploitative. I get that this subgenre of horror movies that Leone is imitating all follow that formula, but jfc don’t try to follow it THAT closely.

Also Leone is clearly a horror fan, but that means any average horror fan is sick of this nonsense. The kid’s mother is named Barbara. They’re watching Night of the Living Dead on the tv. Another character mentions how dangerous it is to babysit kids on Halloween. The little girl blatantly says that the clown being a human under the costume makes him scarier than a monster. We fucking get it, Leone, you are preaching to the choir.

Okay and the by far worst misogyny, I am not going to include an image, because I genuinely gasped out loud seeing this, so I’ll simply describe it. So the main girl who’s been getting harassed all night by Art is finally kidnapped and wakes up on some table surrounded by bloody medical equipment. Immediately I notice that she’s shirtless despite the camera not showing below her collar bone, and I start to get nervous. Finally, after a lot of teasing us, the camera shows what happened to her body. Art has cut off all four of her limbs and sewed the stumps back up, he has cut off her boobs (including the nipples) and stitched them back up, and carved the words “pig” “bitch” “slut” and “cunt” into her skin, and they’re still bleeding. Also the girl (who doesn’t have a name, the credits call her “costume designer” bc her character mentions that that’s her job) is completely naked, and yes. Her vagina is fully out. That must’ve been really important for Leone to include. For normal reasons, I’m sure. I’m sure it was just because that’s scary and no other reason

And I cannot emphasize enough, the movie is fucking BAD. Don’t watch it. It isn’t worth it even to see the origins of Art the Clown, who, speaking of, looks fucking dumb in this movie. I’ll just leave you with that

[racfoam]

So I adore the nuances you have between all your Voldemorts because you totally can see where nynn and the Voldemort wins AU Voldemort are very different. Like nynn Voldemort talks with Nagini about waiting to share his bedchamber with Harry until she's of age even though he's super yearning for his mate while VW AU Voldemort seemed to straight up want her as a birthday gift to himself and if that's the birthday after the Twiwizard Tournament she'd be at most 15 and was way more demanding in terms of lack of physical space.

Oh, definitely. It’s pretty interesting to see the nuances and stuff, and Voldemort is an interesting character to write. I mean, I sometimes overlook these nuances, I just try to write him as right to his character as possible.

I only have to say that the Voldemort Wins AU if you’re talking about the last thought last breath (which isn’t set in nynn universe but in canon)— that is the fic in which Voldemort wants Harry as a birthday gift scene happens — Harry is 18 by that time in that scene. If you mean nynn Voldemort Raises Harry AU he also waits until she’s 17/18. Or do you mean the nynn where Harry gets captured on the graveyard? Though that one doesn’t have the birthday gift scene.

I lose count of what snippets I sent and which ones I didn’t, I am so sorry if I'm wrong. They’re hard to keep track of.

We need to find a way to keep this organized so I know which AU we’re talking about.

nynn - not you not now

nynn VRH - not you, not now AU in which Voldemort wins 1st Wizarding War and Voldemort Raises Harry

nynn graveyard - set in nynn universe, Voldemort captures Harry in the graveyard

nynn DH AU - not you, not now Deathly Hallows AU but later diverges from the Forbidden Forest, also a Voldemort Wins AU

ltlb- last thought last breath - canon universe, not nynn, Voldemort finds out Harry is a horcrux in the forbidden forest, Voldemort Wins AU, captive Harry (a dark fic), the one with the birthday gift scene.

See, so many things going on through my head, that’s why the Voldemort Wins AU is too vague a title for me. I have too many of those. But the ‘birthday gift’ scene is from last thought last breath and Harry is 18 at that time... except I don’t remember if I shared it. Well I probably did? I got no idea. My memory sucks with these things.

Oh, now I want to write that with Harry being 15 and Voldemort just not having a single moral bone in his body (I mean, he never does). Do I already have some of that written but it's too scary and I'm a bit scared to share it? Yeah.

Anyway, yeah, Voldemort is fun to write (and intimidating to write, too, mostly because of vocabulary he uses in his POV is different from when it’s Harry’s POV), and I love these things you pointed out! Sorry for the long answer.

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King of the Damned Part 3

This is the 3rd part of King of the Damned. I published it on Wattpad a while ago, but forgot to post it here. Sorry! I’m almost done with Part 4, so that will be up shortly. 

If you haven’t read the earlier parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter.

Part 3 - The Choice

Song for this chapter: Hallowed Ground - Bishop Briggs

From dawn till dusk.

That's how much time she gave him. After he had regained his strength the night before, she had somehow gotten clothes for him to wear so he could leave the hotel in something other than bits and pieces of shredded leather. When he asked about her clothes, she simply smiled at him like he was cute for asking, but said not to worry. That people didn't see her if she didn't want them to.

Which was a whole new mind fuck for him. Vampires could make themselves invisible? He wondered if all vampires could, or if that was just her.

How would he know if she was nearby? He couldn't really feel anything through this "bond" that she had created. But he hoped that it would somehow alert him if she was nearby.

He asked how he would find her to give her his answer at the end of the day, and she simply smirked at him and disappeared. After thinking for it a bit, he realized it was a stupid question. She had told him that with the bond she would be able to find him. He just had to be ready with an answer.

Last night was..... fuck. It was indescribable, really. His mind was reeling from all the new information. At his reality being shattered, and yet, somehow making complete sense now. The reason he never quite felt like he fit in anywhere. The way he could feel other energies he couldn't really explain. Of course there was more to the world than what they could see. What they were told was real. People were trying to say that all the time, but were dismissed as 'crazy' or 'weird'.

What if the reason he never felt like he fit in was because he didn't? At least, not in the human world? What if he was meant to fit in another world? One hidden away from humans. Another big question he had - what other things besides vampires were there? Were all the stories true? Werewolves? Fae? Goblins? The fucking Loch Ness Monster? Where did the stories end and the truth begin? And was he really ready to find out?

His curiosity was winning over any arguments he had in his brain that were trying to convince him it was a bad idea to involve himself permanently in a world he knew nothing about. But overriding his curiosity about that world was his desire for HER. Estrilda. He was captivated. Even now, not being in her presence, she had woven her way into his mind, his body, his soul. He had never felt such a connection with anyone. At the time, he figured it was her magic making him feel that way. And now, he supposes, she could have done something when she drank from him to keep that feeling going. But when he assesses his feelings, he realizes that very little of what he was drawn to was her vampirism. It was simply...HER.

But was she worth giving up his humanity for? His friends and family and life as he knew it? He knew the trade-offs she offered were what most people could only wish for. Immortality.. Power...Mind-numbing pleasure... But he had never sought out those first two. Though he could definitely get on board for that third. But the cost was high. He didn't every really consider himself religious, but he did believe in souls. And the possibility of losing his.... forever..... was terrifying. Would he even be himself anymore if he didn't have his soul? What about his family? He never was close to them, even though he was an only child. But they were still his parents. His friends? Well, they all thought he was a bit weird anyways. He didn't have many he was close with. They all started out really liking him, thinking he was attractive and fun to be around. But whenever he would start talking about metaphysics or vocalized his observations or predictions about the future, they would inevitably freak out enough to back away from him. They always went from "Oh, have you met Harry?? He's amazing!" to "Oh, you've met Harry? Yeah, he's a bit weird." It was exhausting to even try to make friends anymore. The constant rejection when he put himself out there was just too much for a someone as sensitive to emotions as he was.

So no, he wouldn't miss his "friends". They mostly invited him to parties because they knew if he came, others would come, just to be around him. Because even though he was too "weird" to get really close to, he was still attractive, and incredibly captivating and charismatic. People were drawn to him naturally, and as long as he didn't try to talk too much, they liked how they felt around him. He often thought of those people as 'vampires', actually. "Energy vampires." They were happy to take whatever energy they could feed off from him, but would never give him anything back. He had to learn pretty young how to draw kind of a barrier between him and other people so their thoughts and feelings wouldn't get too overwhelming for him. So their constant attention didn't completely drain him. He found a lot of meditations and visualizations helped. That's what he was doing in the back yard when Estrilda had found him. Nature always helped him.  

That's where he was now. In nature. In his favorite place. He had found this amazing clearing in a forest quite by accident, but it felt....sacred. There were trees surrounding him, and soft grass around a small waterfall and river, with a few large rocks perfect for sitting on close to the water. It always reminded him of one of those paintings that had magical creatures in it. It certainly looked as though some fairies decided this would be a good spot for gatherings and simply made it just for them. He always felt a peaceful calmness in this space. Whenever he needed a 'battery reboot', or to clear himself of any nasty energy clinging to him, he came here. He found that when he dipped his feet in the water, it cleared his mind even more. And that's what he needed. A clear mind.

It was surprisingly warm for the end of October. There was still a crispness to the air that comes with late autumn, but the sun was out. A rarity, for sure. And it was warm, beating down on his body, warming his skin where the air had cooled it.

This was another thing he would miss. The feeling of the sun. She had said they could go out in the sun, but that it was incredibly painful. He would never feel the sun like this again. Caressing his skin gently. Warming him from the inside out.

He wondered what else he would be giving up that she hadn't told him about.

Despite the chilly air, he felt warmed enough by the sun to put his feet in the water. He carefully removed his socks and shoes and placed them next to the rock. Rolling up his pants legs he dipped one foot in, swearing softly at the cold water, before lowering his other foot. After a few minutes, they were too numb to be cold, and he could feel the soothing powers of the water washing away the tension from his body. Clearing the webs from his mind, and leaving a cool, refreshing feeling in his bones. It was like the water had seeped under his skin, infused his veins and washed through his body. That feeling cleaning him from within, before washing back out into the water. Like a 'rinse cycle' for his soul.

His soul.

That was the biggest sacrifice when it all came down to it. He only saw his parents every few years as it was. He didn't have any close friends. He didn't feel like he 'fit in' with humanity. But his soul. THAT he was more connected to than anything else in his life. It was HIM. How could he be HIMSELF if he didn't have a soul?? He had always believed that our purpose on this earth was soul evolution. To grow, to learn, to deal with Karma from past lives and work on evolving and moving towards enlightenment. If he gave up his soul, then were all his past lives for naught? All the learning and growing - only to give it up? And what would happen to it? To him? Did she actually SAY that he wouldn't have a soul? How did she know? How did that work? Because he swore he felt a connection with her, and what was that feeling if not her soul connecting with his? Maybe she was wrong. She was a very old being, sure, but she could still be wrong, right? He didn't know how anyone could connect the way they did without both of them having their souls.

A splash distracted him from his thoughts, and he quickly turned his head towards the noise. It was a very large splash. It had come from over nearby the waterfall. He kept his eyes trained on the area, but this time with the open mind that there might be things there beyond what his human eyes were trained to see. He let his mind open to the possibilities of seeing The Other. The realm beyond the human or physical realm.

And he saw it.

First he saw a head, a human head, and arms, and then a huge tail as it splashed again, breaking the surface. A fucking mermaid. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Harry muttered to himself.

He shook his head and let out a low chuckle at the irony of him seeking out a place to think about giving up the human world, only to find comfort in a place obviously not made for humans. No wonder he had always felt so peaceful here.

He knew that he was not supposed to have seen the mermaid, and he really wasn't ready for another magical being to proposition him, or get angry with him for being there. So he pretended he saw nothing, and calmly pulled his feet from the water and dried them best as he could with the outside of his socks before putting them back on his damp feet, followed by his shoes.

He rose and took a few deep breaths, breathing in the purity and peacefulness of the clearing around him. He turned his face up to the sun and allowed it to kiss his skin once more.

He had made his decision. He just had some loose ends to tie up before dusk....

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Estrilda had been resting most of the day, knowing she would need her strength for tonight. She spent much of her time researching Harry, to know everything about him. She had her Seethe find any and all information about him, his family, his friends, and even had her most trusted vampire do a thorough genealogical search to see if she could find a reason for his special abilities. Just because he thought was was purely human didn't mean he was. And she couldn't be breaking any rules simply because she hadn't done her research.

She was pleased to find out that it didn't seem like Harry had many people he was close to that she could tell. Parents that were divorced and distant, busy in their own lives. He was raised mostly by nannies, apparently. He had a decent income, but wasn't wealthy by any means. He ran his own business doing parlor tricks like tarot and psychic readings, energy clearings and the such. She was fairly sure that if he were to disappear, no one would be over much surprised, or distraught. Which was perfect for her.

The most intriguing thing that she had found was that Harry's family had come from a line of Salem witches back in the 1600's. An ancestor of his had managed to escape the brutal witch trials, and moved far away to start a new life. This might explain some of his heightened abilities, but since he technically was not a witch himself, she wasn't breaking any rules by changing him.

So she spent the remainder of the day preparing. She fed well, so she would be able to stop when she had to in order for Harry to survive The Change. If she took too much, he would simply cross over into the land of the dead permanently, and she wouldn't be able to bring him back. And with how addictive and delicious his blood was, she had had a very difficult time controlling herself the night before.

The feelings Harry evoked in her should have made her nervous to change him. But they had quite the opposite effect. She was excited. It's very easy to become bored over the centuries because nothing really new ever happened. To her, anyways. Yes, the world changed around them, but food tasted like food. And by food, she meant humans. They roughly all tasted the same, just with slightly different tones. Much like red wine. Sex was sex. Enjoyable, pleasurable. But nothing new.

The only thing that had really brought her amusement and happiness over the years was how music had changed. She found something she liked in every new era of music. This was a constantly evolving and changing thing, and she enjoyed watching the humans react to it as well. Music was the only thing that could really evoke.....feelings.... in her. For the most part, she felt an empty void where her soul should have been. But some music could bring different feelings into that void. It was....soothing.

It was almost dusk, almost time for her to go to him. She had told her Seethe she had found their new family member, and that she would be bringing him back for The Change. She let it be known, under threat of permanent death, that NO ONE was to feed from him but her. She didn't even want them seeing him, to be honest. She felt quite territorial about him, which was another new feeling for her. So they knew to stay away from her wing of the mansion until they were invited back. Only her second in command would be allowed, to serve them, bring them anything needed to make The Change more comfortable for the both of them.

He approached her now. "My Queen, do you need anything before you go? Is there anything you would like me to prepare for your return?" He didn't ask her any questions about the mortal she had chosen. He knew better than to question her judgement by asking if she was sure she had made the right choice. She was his Queen. His Creator. He would never question her.

"Yes, Zayn. Please make sure the room is warm, that there is extra blood nearby if we need it, and that no one disturbs us." She smiled at him. She had chosen well with Zayn. He was one of her first fledglings, and she couldn't be happier with how he had turned out. He was incredibly special to her.

"Yes, Mistress." He bowed and turned to do her bidding.

Estrilda looked at the fading sun outside and opened her bond to Harry. True to her word, she had given him from dawn till dusk to put his affairs in order and make his decision, free of her influence. Now she would find out if she was right about him. She hoped he had abided by her rules and didn't try to lie to her. She would be very sad if she had to kill him before she had truly gotten to enjoy him.

She quickly pinpointed his location, and in a flash she was in his apartment. She wanted to wait a few moments before letting herself become visible to him. She wanted to observe him without his awareness of her presence, to see what he was like with his guard down.

But it was a futile desire on her part. As soon as she entered the room, he immediately tensed up as he felt her presence. He didn't need to see her to know she was there. He had actually felt a small tingle moments prior to her arrival, that must have signaled her opening their bond. He looked around the flat, not seeing her, but feeling the thickness pulse of energy she carried with her always.

"Estrilda?" He called out. He knew she was there. "Why won't you let me see you?" He spoke into the seemingly empty room.

Estrilda shouldn't have been surprised by his perception. She had seen firsthand how sensitive he was to her presence. She smiled at the power of his perception as she let herself be seen.

"I should have known better than to try to hide from you..." She shimmered before solidifying in her form and sauntered towards him.

His mouth went dry, pulse speeding up as his eyes drank her in like parched lips. She wore a glossimer thin white gown, with slits in the legs on both sides up to her hips, and in the middle up just below the junction of her thighs. The fabric flowed loosely around her long toned legs before cinching at her waist like a delicate sheer corset. The top was a plunging neckline all the way down to the top of the corset waist, showing her delectable cleavage, reminding him of how her breasts had felt in his palms the night before. The sleeves billowed much like the skirt, with slits opening the arms from the shoulder to the elbow, only to part completely after the small tie at the elbow. Her dark skin glowed against the white fabric. She was ethereal.

She looked like an angel, not a creature from the devil. His preconceived notions had expected her to show up in gold, or red, or black. He should have known that she wouldn't fall into the stereotypes he held in his head.

He gulped as his whole body vibrated with need for this vision in front of him. He had already made his decision, but if he had harbored any doubts, seeing her would have immediately silenced them.

He had spent the afternoon readying his affairs in preparation. He had sent out emails to any clients he had scheduled, cancelling their sessions. He posted on social media he was going on a 5 year retreat, unsure of his return, wishing everyone all the best. He had called his parents and told them he would not be available for the foreseeable future, but would contact them when he could. He told them he loved them. He handed in his notice to his landlord, and hired a moving company to move his things into a storage unit. It should have depressed him how quickly he could pack his life up. But he could only find relief in that it was as simple as it was, so he could be ready for her arrival.

Estrilda was pleased at his reaction to her. She knew the white would surprise him. It always did. She didn't know why humans thought vampires wouldn't wear white. Was it because it was harder to wash blood out of? As if they minded blood stains. And this dress would be red by the end of the night anyways. She was sure of it.

"Have spoken to anyone about what I told you? About my kind?" She paused to wait, knowing if he lied to her or said yes, her dress would be red much sooner than she had wanted it to be, and with a very different outcome than she had in mind.

"No." His answer was swift and honest.

Pleased, she asked the next most important question.

"Have you made your decision?" She cocked her head as she continued to glide towards him slowly, taking in the scent of his blood pumping faster and faster through his body, her hunger growing despite having fed well during the day.

"Y..Yes..." Harry managed to stutter out, her presence making it difficult for him to force coherent sounds out of his mouth.

"And?" She asked with a smile, already knowing the answer. She could see it. She could feel it.

Harry forced his eyes to close, breaking contact with her, taking a deep breath to bring himself back to his body. He had one more question for her. Though he decided that his answer was going to be the same, regardless of what hers was.

Looking back up, he found his voice and managed a full sentence, "I have one more question, if you would allow me, please..."

"Of course you do." She couldn't decide if she was irritated or amused, so she decided she was a little bit of both. What she was certain of was that she was getting impatient. She had never given anyone this long to choose before, or allowed so many questions. "Ask it, then we will proceed..."

Harry was surprised at the strength of his own voice as he asked his final question, "What happens to my soul if I become one of you?"

Estrilda was taken aback by his question. She had never been asked that before. Most human wanted more tangible answers. Like, would they ever die? Or how much would it hurt? Or would they have to kill people? No one had asked about their soul before.

She stopped in her movements towards him and furrowed her brows, thinking about his question. Truth was, she didn't know, exactly. She was told that it left during the process of The Change, thinking its body was no longer alive. Which was a good thing, because most souls couldn't maintain sanity with the amount of death that vampires lived with....and caused.

She was as honest with him as she could be. "I can't answer what happens to your soul, Harry. I know it leaves your body during The Change, since souls do not stay in bodies that are not alive. I think it a blessing, because a soul sensitive and good like yours would have a difficult time dealing with the amount of death that we live with as vampires..."

Harry closed his eyes to process this information. Of course he had no idea what to expect. But something told him that it was more complicated than her reply. He had a deep knowing in his gut that his soul would not leave, that he would still be himself, but perhaps an improved version of himself, after going through The Change.

"OK," He finally spoke. "Thank you. For your honesty. For the gift of the time you've given me. Your answer doesn't change my decision, I just needed to know. To prepare myself....." He stepped towards her, hand reaching out to gently caress her face, fingers softly grazing her cheek.

"I'm ready.....I'm yours."

Estrilda smiled widely at his words, fangs flashing in her mouth, eyes glowing with happiness and hunger.

"I know."

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She made him drive them to her home. Said it would drain her too much to get them both there the way she came, and she needed her strength as much as he needed his. It felt surreal to Harry to be driving his car sitting next to a Vampire Queen. It was even more surreal that she kept playing with the radio to find a song she liked. For some reason, he just didn't think about vampires liking music. Well, modern music anyways. He had had the image in his mind of them only enjoying instrumental or opera music. Another stereotype busted in his mind.

It shocked him to his core when she had gotten excited about Queen playing on one of the stations and had sat back to start singing along. He was captivated by her melodic voice as much as he was entertained to find out not even vampires were immune to the powers of Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Come on, Harry, I know you know the words," she looked at him expectedly. In that moment, she didn't look like an ancient vampire queen. She looked like a youthful and happy woman, enjoying a drive.

He couldn't help but smile back and start singing along to the chorus.

"I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me.."

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family... spare him his life from this monstrosity.."

They switched off lyrics, building up to the crescendo chorus, until they joined in together:

"Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me...... for me......For MEEEE!!"

Harry reached forward and cranked up the lyrics and they did the only thing one does when the drums and guitar went off.

They headbanged and shouted out the rest of the song together at full volume.

The song came to it's typical epic ending, as they were nearing their destination. Harry slowed the car as he came to the narrow road at the same time the music slowed down. He reached forward and turned the volume down.

He had needed that. Something normal in the insanity of the last 24 hours. And something that showed him that there would still be something normal in his life after he Changed. He felt even more confident that perhaps some vampires at least managed to hang on to their souls. Because he didn't understand how anyone without a soul could enjoy music the way that she seemed to.

She laid her head back on the headrest and turned her face to smile at him, "You're surprised.."

His smile matched her own, dimples indicating his happiness in that moment, "I am. I know I keep on assuming stereotypes, but I never thought vampires would enjoy this kind of music, or would headbang...or had watched Wayne's World!"

"Oh, Harry," she sighed, "Eternity truly would be a curse if you didn't find ways to have fun and enjoy yourself. Music and movies have been some of my favorite advances in society in the last 100 years. So much better than the dark ages. Whenever cultures advance in some way, music and art has always led the way. You'll see..."

The realization that he would live to see what society and the world would come up with in the next 100....200...500 years or more was just too much for his mind to truly comprehend. Instead he focused on his driving as they came to the end of the road and he saw the magnificent mansion splayed out before him. Now this. THIS is where he would expect a vampire queen to live. He was glad at least one of the stereotypes had played out correctly. It looked old, yet updated and modern at the same time. It had gothic architecture that reminded him of a castle, even though it was at the end of a private road out in the woods.

His mouth dropped open as he leaned forward to take it all in. Finally stopping the car in front of the manor, he wasted no time in getting out so he could truly take in the magnificent building in front of him.

Estrilda let him take his time looking at his new home for the next 200 years. And she hoped, for longer.

When it seemed as though his eyes had taken their fill, she held out her hand to him and simply commanded him, "Come."

Together they walked inside where he was just as in awe of the interior as he was the exterior. He was amused at the copious amounts of crosses that seemed to decorate the house in a somewhat mocking way. But it was clean, open, and tasteful. There were heavy drapes in front of the windows, but he figured that was out of necessity since sunlight was painful to them. Since it was nighttime, though, the drapes had been pulled back, allowing the light of the moon to illuminate the dark empty rooms. There were simple lamps and wall sconces lighting their way as she led him up a staircase and down a long hallway. He wondered where the other vampires were, since she had called this her Seethe, and mentioned a 'family' of sorts.

They finally came to a large wooden door, that she quickly opened and walked through. He followed at a slower pace, taking in as much as he could of the decor, the paintings that looked familiar. He realized that they were probably original paintings by the old artists themselves, the kind that should be in a museum. But of course, she had likely gotten them right when they had been created.

His eyes danced around the room, taking in the soft hues, the chaise lounge and large wingback chair in the corner, the bookshelves lined with likely rare and first editions (though he swore he saw some modern works on there too - was that Anne Rice?), the fireplace that had a fire warming the space. They finally landed on the large 4 poster bed sitting in the center of the space. With what looked like restraints tied to the corners of the posts.... For fun or necessity? He wondered as a chill went up his spine.

Estrilda gave him a moment to observe his surroundings, to get comfortable. But the hour was getting late. And she had already given him more time than was prudent. She was taking a moment to ensure that everything was as she needed for what was to come, and then made her way back over to Harry.

His eyes stopped their roving and immediately landed on her as soon as she started to walk towards him again. This was it. He started to feel nerves bubble up in his belly as his mouth felt like cotton. His skin and hands were clammy, as it seemed all the moisture that was supposed to be in his mouth was suddenly being extruded by his skin instead.

"Wha.....What now?" He stammered out, his heart pounding loud enough for her to hear it even without vampiric hearing abilities.

Estrilda could feel his nerves in her own body, as the waves of fear exuded off him. This is the part they were always afraid, or nervous. But she had never felt it in reflected in her own body before. Interesting. He was more than just an empath then. He could imprint his emotions onto others as well. That was going to be fun to teach him how to control, she thought. Under the nerves she felt from him, though, she felt an underlying excitement, which pleased her greatly. He was brave, her Choice.

She closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his, feeling the same electrical connection as the night before, two charges sparking as they met. She placed her hand on his chest against his bare skin where his button up shirt was parted. Now she could feel his heartbeat as well as smell it and hear it. As soon as her skin touched his, the nerves that had been emanating off him was replaced by arousal and excitement. She looked up into his face, and saw that lust reflected in his green eyes that seemed to be glowing in the darkness. His pupils were already dilated, showing a hunger that she didn't expect to see yet. But this hunger was for her, not for the blood he would be craving soon. She indulged herself in his eyes for a moment, enjoying that for now, that hunger was ONLY for her.

"Now," she purred, "We begin...."

Part 4 - The Change

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Author's Note

Please don't kill me.

I was totally going to have this chapter be The Change. But I'm already over 5K words, and I decided to have an entire chapter dedicated solely to that instead of one chapter that was going to end up being like, 13K words.

It'll do my best to make it worth the wait, I promise. I just wanted to do it justice.

Estrilda’s Dress, as I imagined it:

And of course, Vampire Zayn. You’re welcome. See? You can’t be mad at me. I gave you Vampire Zayn!!

Thanks for reading! :)

[sorcererslittledragon]

The silly weaknesses vampires have arent arbitrary but based on some fairly significant underlying logic. Now, a lot of this hasnt really been well explored in modern vampire media, and it also ignores a truly massive textual body of lore, primarily drawing from Bram Stoker's Dracula. So lets examine some of that here and figure out how modern day changes some things.

Note. There are many versions of vampire myths across the planet. I am most familiar with the european variants and while i am not a true expert. I am the next best thing. Autistic with a special interest in vampires.

Vampires have no reflection. Historically this is because mirrors were often made of silver which was considered a "pure" metal (also, something to do with that purity interacting with the soulless nature of vampires but ill get into that later), as such we can infer that (at least) one of three possibilities is true.

First. That the "purity" being refered to is theological. This is supported by vampires being unable to enter hallowed ground and their aversion to crucifixes.

Second. That the "purity" being refered to is chemical. There isn't anywhere near as much support for this (i cant actually recall any), but it does have some very fun implications that i'll get to later.

Third. Both are true.

Now for where the fun begins.

If it is theological purity then all religious centers, cemetaries, and ritual spaces innately keep them out. So to will religious and ritual objects. Icons, holy symbols, consecrated tools. Of significance is that there are way more religions than just christianity so we can absolutely explore the imteractions there.

Many pagan beliefs holds that not only are their shrines holy places, many natural locations are held as equally holy. How will your vampires cope with seemingly innocuous locations being effectively hallow. Do they still keep them out? Or do your vampires simply avoid such places out of fear or to avoid harm? Do they keep a mental catalogue of all such sites to ensure they dont accidentally destroy themselves? Or do they keep to cities in an effort to avoid having to worry about it?

Judaism will probably some very fascinating interactions here. Now. Let me preface that i am not Jewish and as such i cannot speak in depth here. Jewblr, please pipe in here with what you know would be relevant. I really want to hear from you.

Theres also a lot of fun to be had with christian theology. Did you know that theologically speaking, in an emergency, any christian can perform the rite of consecration (for rpg nerds this is the spell Bless)? This is strongly advised not to do even in an emergency, but i think vampires would constitute being granted a dispensation for having done that. So in otherwords you can turn any object into a vampire repellant or bane if you are christian.

Bear in mind that according to lore it is the strength of the faith in such things that grant them this power so a particularly faithful person will be able to use these to incredible effect, possibly allowing even the simple presentation of a holy symbol to destory one. While a sufficiently faithless individual might theoretically strip such things of that power with their mere presence. Have fun with that.

If it is chemical purity? Well to start. They shouldnt be visible via any sort of tech. Our ability to chemically purify matter so greatly outstrips that of the pre-industrial world that i doubt there is a single material we do not have the ability to purify entire orders of magnitudes above what we were able to do previously. This means that vampires should be completely invisible to tech.

Anyway im tired now. Thank you so much ADHD (sarcasm). Thats all food for thought. Please, explore the historic roots of vampirism across the globe and extrapolate how those interact with modern society. Its fun and an excellent exercise in critical reading and critical thinking skills.

Wouldn't it be entirely possible, even likely, that with all the silly weaknesses vampires and stuff were supposed to have, they'd also turn out to be weak to any number of things that have only been invented more recently? Like who's to say vampires aren't also repelled by the smell of play-doh or driven insane by MIDI music? We've invented so much shit in just the last century there'd be NO predicting this. For all we know they burn to ash if they look at Luigi.

[rq-smiley-face]

I return!!! It's afternoon here, I've been lazing about. I did manage to sleep a bit! And I ate a granola bar today. I might go to the bar tonight for Halloween, but I'm not sure.

I'm sure you'll be able to help in time. I believe in yall, even though it's difficult. You've got your troubled superhuman, I've got mine. We are... oddly in this together. If there's anything I could potentially do, please let me know! There probably isn't but hey, the offer stands. 

And like, yea. More often than not I actually don't want anyone to hurt or feel bad, and I will try and help. I just won't know exactly what's going on. There are very few people I actually want to hurt. Like. It's not that I don't care about anyone, it's that I just can't make connections about emotions very well. (Most of what I know about others emotions and our own comes from Steven Universe oddly enough. That show is how I learned a lot.)

Anyway, a lighter topic that involves me absolutely losing my mind, as you prompted me to do so. You have asked for this. (I'll save questions about stuff for tomorrow, I think. Halloween is  happy day after all!! For me at least, and I don't feel like dealing with being dizzy for thinking about my programming so... bleh.) That means YOU get to hear about my disaster relationship! I apologize ahead of time. This is probably the most I've talked about it openly for obvious reasons. You asked for this.

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So, things with Homelander have been weird and complicated since the day he waltzed in here, which is probably expected. It was weird because we'd never even really shown interest in his source, but, well, apparently the universe had other plans. And I... mean that genuinely. At first I tried to ignore the strange, angry man who I disagreed with (and still do) on several topics and such, but that's about when my YouTube and tumblr recommends feed started to make me look at him all the time for... some cosmic joke I don't know. So I begrudgingly accepted the new member of the system, who proceeded to like. Somewhat attach himself to me. Which makes sense but still.

What's difficult in particular, besides the obvious, is that he's functionally our anger holder, and can't really come near the front without the body getting dizzy. (No others have this issue, it's just him). I didn't really start feeling anything until like... its complicated.

Objectively I should have hated him. But 1: this is one of the most traumatized men I have ever seen and my complexes won't let that be, and 2: I am a simple man. Someone much larger and stronger talks down to me while still being affectionate and protective, lightly bullying me (we're assholes to eachother, its mutual.), using me as an arm rest, constantly talking about how he's above me while trying to bury his face into my neck... (that's just some things augh), and I'm basically just. Gone. I am a useless and predictable twink and I admit that.

As you've seen, the protectivity goes both ways, as you've already seen, to the point of me wanting to maul fans of his source media at times because how DARE they contribute to his objectification, and being mad at myself for being with him because how dare I (which he's called me a dumbass for on many occasions.)

BASICALLY it's messy, neither of us know what the fuck we're doing or how the hell this happened, but it's happening dammit. (/pos)

Hgjggfgvsd sorry,,,,, yall asked for it, I hope it helped you or did something for yall. ^^"

I'm gonna log off for a bit, may the rest of yalls Ween be Hallowed!

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HI! Sorry that we're only getting to this now, we've been a smidge busy haha. But all of that sounds fun, and I'm proud of you for getting some sleep and for eating something.

And we are in this together, honestly there isn't much *to* do. A lot of it is just deconstructing his negative self image and helping him learn that like, there is nothing wrong with his body and there's nothing wrong with OUR body either. I know that's scary and hard for him, especially when that idea was directly reinforced to him not that long ago. but we're working. Same for you! Let us know if there's ANYTHING we can do to help, we're here!

And we are VERY good at appearing empathetic, we have spent a long time studying people to better understand the way they express emotion. We're very good at mimicking it, and we're also very good at saying the right things to sound like we care. We've put a lot of work into appearing as normal emotionally as possible!

Honestly, I think your relationship sounds very lovely, and I hope that both of you only continue to get better. And continue to support each other to get better. I also understand in some ways, the appeal of someone who is kinda mean but still genuinely considerate, that's one of our favorite types. don't apologize for the rambling, i adore it. Your relationship dynamic sounds very sweet and I'm glad you're learning together, how to be a person.

Sometimes when I'm writing these I find myself feeling as though I am drafting a letter to a friend at war or something, (/pos) and it's very silly. I hope this letter finds you well dear anon!