#Cozy Campfire Moments

[noisycowboyglitter]

The Magic of Camp Life: Stories and Songs Around the Campfire

"Camp Life: Campfire Camping" embodies the essence of outdoor adventures, where nature and community intertwine around the warmth of a crackling fire. Campfires symbolize connection—providing a cozy gathering spot for storytelling, cooking, and enjoying the beauty of the night sky.

Buy now:19.95$

Camp life is all about exploration, whether it's hiking scenic trails, fishing in tranquil lakes, or lounging under the stars. The experience fosters a unique bond among campers, making memories through laughter, shared meals, and the soothing sounds of nature.

From roasting marshmallows to enjoying a hearty breakfast cooked over the fire, each moment is an opportunity for fun and relaxation. Embracing camp life allows individuals and families to unplug from daily routines, reconnect with each other, and appreciate the simple joys of the outdoors. Ultimately, campfire camping creates lasting experiences that resonate long after the flames have died down.

Buy now

"Camplife S’mores Bonfire" captures the quintessential camping experience, where the warmth of a crackling fire meets the sweetness of gooey s’mores. This beloved tradition brings friends and family together under the stars, creating a cozy atmosphere filled with laughter and storytelling.

Gathering around the bonfire, campers roast marshmallows to perfection, then sandwich them between chocolate and graham crackers for that delicious treat every outdoor enthusiast loves.

The magic of a s’mores bonfire goes beyond just the food; it’s about connection, relaxation, and making cherished memories. Whether it’s a campground, a backyard, or a remote location, the smell of smoke and the glow of the fire create a captivating ambiance.

Buy now

"Camplife S’mores Bonfire" celebrates the joyful moments shared around the fire, inviting everyone to indulge in the simple pleasures of nature and friendship.

"Best Gifts for RV Campers" are perfect for enhancing their travel experiences. Ideal options include portable fire pits, outdoor cooking tools, and cozy travel blankets to make their trips more enjoyable. Accessories like leveling blocks, portable solar chargers, and foldable furniture add convenience and comfort. Personalized items, such as

Buy now

custom RV mugs or travel journals, also make thoughtful gifts. These presents cater to the unique needs of RV enthusiasts, ensuring they have everything needed for memorable adventures on the road.

[lurakha]

FAR CRY 5 (∞)

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: A Truly Slothful Start

*points at Erebus* Bro is NOT built for this lmao (btw I drew the sloth demon a v long time ago enjoy)

Suggested battle music: Grandma (Destruction) from NieR: Automata (spotify | youtube)

←Previous - Masterlist - Next→

Ingredients: combat whump we fight monster, amputation hehe (not gory tho!), slight drowning, undescribed eye whump

PART III: Untitled World

The things that hit him first were the suffocating darkness and the awful chill in the air.

Erebus knew he didn’t belong here. All around him, strange rock formations jutted out every which way, no sign of life among them. There didn’t seem to be any source of light, and yet everything was clearly visible, casting hardly any shadow. The silence was nearly absolute, pressing in on his ears. The only thing he could hear was the freakishly loud sound of his own heartbeat, amplified by the collar around his neck.

Wait, the collar-he reached up for it, fingers closing around the awful strip of leather that he’d been forced to wear since the start of his captivity. He had a sword, he had claws, and N...no one would make him wear another one if he broke it. So he should take it off, right? He should destroy it. He’d always hated it, the way it meant he was owned, how it let-let people put leashes on him and lead him around like a dog. She...she’d said it herself, that he had to wear it so he wouldn’t forget that he belonged to her, but now they were...not together. So it shouldn’t matter. 

But he couldn’t stop thinking about when she’d taken it off for the procedure with the envy demon, about how utterly, embarrassingly exposed he’d felt without that stupid collar. Maybe the feeling would pass, and he would just have to get used to being without it. He hadn’t worn one for the vast majority of his life, so it should be easy to adjust back, right? Besides, it was more than just a collar, it was a way for her to know if someone other than her was touching him, and that was violating, it was...it was a way for her to know he was alive. Assuming it worked, assuming whatever signal it was could be sent to another world.

Erebus lowered his hands, still chained together, as he blinked away tears. He-he was really here, in this other world with only a slim chance of ever going back. He’d take every tie to his old life he could get, no matter how painful. And if the spell on the collar worked, then…he owed it to her to let her know he was still alive. He could wear the collar for a little while longer. The muzzle, on the other hand...he didn’t mind tearing that off and throwing it away in the slightest.

Shakily, he stood, grabbing the sheathed sword in front of him. Being expected to fight was…strange. But, looking at himself now, he was practically designed for this, almost every modification giving him some sort of advantage. It made his blood run cold to think about how this had been the plan from the start, how obvious it seemed now. He wanted to lay down and sob and process what had happened, but everything was so different and strange that he didn’t feel safe enough to let his guard down like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he buckled the sword belt around his waist and began looking around.

Behind where he’d appeared, there was a bag lying on the ground. Inside was a cloak with holes for his wings, a knife, and a bedroll. Well, better than nothing, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about food and water or lighting a fire. Maybe that demon tongue would be coming in handy, after all. He put on the cloak, grateful to have something to help him keep warm in this place, along with the shoes he still had on from their trip to the desert.

Nothing else here, he began carefully making his way along one of the stone cliffs, leaning on it since there had never been a chance to fully heal the gash in his leg. Progress was slow, and maybe it would have been a good time to think things through, but he couldn’t stop tears from forming in his eyes at the mere thought of what had happened, so instead he just focused on the pain in his leg, flaring up brighter with every step.

Time felt impossible to grasp, as if this place was outside of it entirely, but at some point Erebus reached the end of the maze of stone. He was greeted with what looked like a vast ocean, but the water was unnaturally calm, not a single ripple on the glass-like surface. Had there been stars above, it would have been beautiful, but under the canopy of uniform blackness, it just looked like a cold, empty void. 

Erebus hesitated to step out in the open, no walls to protect him, but the silence was so absolute that he couldn’t imagine there was another living thing anywhere near him. His leg didn’t hurt quite as much anymore despite how much he’d been walking, so he was able to hobble to the water’s edge and investigate, setting the pack down to make moving around a little easier. The sword, however, still hung at his side, just in case. 

The water was clear, and as far as he could tell, there was no sign of life in it whatsoever. It was jarringly different from the seaside at home, where you could hardly take a step without spotting a shellfish or aquatic plant. Here, it was just pebbles, no broken shells or bits of dead coral among them. He crouched and dipped a finger in, finding the water both cold and salty. The ripples created by his finger traveled far, seeming to get bigger as they traveled along. Suddenly, even bigger ripples rushed to meet them from farther out, and Erebus’s stomach knotted in terror as he bolted upright, pulling out the sword, having to hold it with both hands since they were still chained.

He strained his eyes in the darkness, looking for whatever had caused the disturbance. Was that...there was something  in the water out there, he was sure of it. He took a few steps back, sword still held in front of him, watching the strange shape grow larger and larger as it approached. The moment the tip of its nose emerged, the surface of the water erupted, spraying Erebus with cold mist and shooting tendrils out into the open air that coalesced into a large sort of web. Arches of water now crisscrossed all throughout the space, severely limiting how much he could fly around, especially since he never had a chance to practice it much. In the middle of the watery network was a large bubble, and when he saw what was inside it, Erebus’s jaw dropped.

The creature was enormous, big enough to swallow him whole in one bite. Its pale gray body was long, with two pairs of flippers that were almost as big as Erebus and a webbed, spiny ridge going down its back. A cruel, curved hook jutted out from the end of its tail, almost as sharp-looking as its conical teeth. As Erebus looked at it in horror, it turned its gaze to him, its blank white eyes staring into his own identical pair. So this…this must be a sloth demon. He was supposed to fight that? 

He could leave, just run and hide, this thing couldn’t follow him through those rocky canyons, he could stop and take a moment to think, but this was an enemy right in front of him, and no matter how terrifying, it had revealed itself, no more surprises. Erebus tightened his grip. If he could-could beat this thing then he could really rest. It would be safe here. He would be that much closer to going h…somewhere that wasn’t here. He could do this. He had to.

Despite how much he was shaking, Erebus took flight and approached, finding it difficult to do so while he was holding the sword, but not enough for him to fall out of the air. The demon just watched as he flew past the jets of water, and Erebus hated those blank white eyes boring into him, which just made him loathe his own all that much more. How…how exactly was he supposed to attack it? It was so huge and he couldn’t see any kind of obvious weakness, not to mention that it was surrounded by a sphere of water. While he knew his eyes worked underwater, he could only imagine his wings would be a hindrance, not to mention the heavy sword. 

Maybe…maybe he should just retreat for now. Come up with a plan and come back. This was just…it was too much. Reassuring himself that the demon couldn’t follow him, he cautiously turned around and started to weave his way through the tendrils of-there was a sharp jerk on his wing, and suddenly Erebus was being dragged through the air, crashing into pillars of water as he went, barely registering the splash of his sword hitting the sea below as he scrambled to get his wing free of-of-it was that hook it was pierced through the top of Erebus’s wing he couldn’t get it out his fingers were slippery and freezing and useless he had to do something kick his legs flap his wings anything-

Just as those awful teeth came into view, Erebus managed to swing himself back, but the chain on his wrists was caught, wrapped around a tooth, his fall jerked to a halt, he was hanging by his wrists, the hook was gone but his wing wouldn’t work, he had to do something, that eye was so big and so close, watching him struggle, the beast’s throat humming with an ancient growl, hungry, he couldn’t just let this happen, he grabbed the tooth with his left hand and the chain with his right, he could do this, pull himself up enough to-

The great jaws snapped shut, and Erebus tumbled into the water below. 

Cold shocked his system, despite the fact that his left arm felt like it was on fire. 

He couldn’t stay down here. He had to get to the surface.

But, down there, a faint glint. Metal. His sword. His only hope of winning.

He swam towards it, progress slow and painful and-

His left hand was gone. 

There wasn’t time to mourn it. 

His remaining hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was heavy, too heavy for him to swim up with. 

He was running out of air. He had to try. This couldn’t be the end. Not here. Not so soon after-

The hook pierced through his wing again, and it was all he could do to hold onto his sword this time around.

The sloth demon pulled him up and out of the water with its tail, tossing him high into the air as it opened its great jaws to swallow him whole. His wings torn and useless, all Erebus could do was flap them desperately and hope it would be enough, hope he could at least-his foot landed on one of those teeth, holding him for just a moment before he slipped, but it was enough to aim his sword hold it steady launch himself down drive that point right down into the demon’s eye paint that awful soulless white with red hear the roar of agony so loud he could feel it in his bones and now the water was collapsing falling back down the great corpse falling with it he had to get away wrench the sword out jump back splash into the water struggle to the surface to the shore drag himself out of the water collapse on the shore and breathe.

He-he’d won, but just barely, and the losses were-Erebus bit back tears, looking away from the ragged stump at the end of his left arm. There was no way he could survive six more fights like that.

This horrible, hostile place was going to destroy him, and there would be nothing left of him to go back home.

Next→

Tags: @dramaticcollapse @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @galaxywhump @as-a-matter-of-whump @mnmlover2002 @tears-and-lilies @yet-another-heathen @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @starnight-whump @unicornscotty @thebewilderer @kixngiggles @itallstartedwithharry @inky-whump @redstainedsocks @lonesome--hunter @his-unspoken-words @susiequaz12 @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @whumpasaurus101 @patheticlittleguy @jadeocean46910 @whumpinggrounds @pumpkin-spice-whump @suspicious-whumping-egg @befuddled-calico-whump @whump-in-the-closet​ @pumpkinsncoffee​ @aryreads​

[wallpapersmonster]

🌟 Gather 'round, friends! 🌟

We’ve captured a beautiful moment that perfectly embodies the warmth of friendship and the joy of sharing stories by the fire. Our latest wallpaper, titled "Friends Gathering Around Campfire", is all about those cozy evenings spent with your favorite people, wrapped in laughter and love. Just like Anne Frank said, friendship is a treasure, especially in tough times! 💖✨

Imagine sitting there, the crackling fire lighting up your faces, as you share your wildest dreams and funniest memories. Whether it’s roasting marshmallows or simply enjoying each other’s company, this wallpaper is a reminder of the special bonds we create.

Want to bring this warm vibe to your screen? We’ve made it easy for you! Just click on this link to bring the campfire magic home: Friends Gathering Around Campfire 🔥💬

Let this wallpaper inspire you to cherish those moments with your friends, and remember to create more memories around the fire. Happy downloading! 😊

[pearlparty]

POOKIE BEAR

Austin Butler (being a hazard to my health) in his hoodie

[misaerabl]

Sevika giving you backshots + The cabin shaking from her fucking you

CW : cabin shaking from sevika fucking you, strap on sex, strap referred to as cock and dick, established relationship, not proofread, PURE SMUT CONTEXT : okay I'm at an outing right now and there's these small triangular cabins that fits only a mattress and I'm sleeping in one. It moves when there's like huge movements and of course my mind went THERE immediately.

After a long, exhausting month, you and Sevika finally treated yourselves to a well-deserved getaway. The small private resort was quiet, with a pool glistening under the night sky and a small, cozy cabin and campfire just for the two of you.

You spent the evening by the campfire, sharing quiet laughter and trading sweet nothings, the warmth of the flames mirroring the glow in her eyes. When the fire died down and the night stretched deeper, you slipped inside the tiny cabin.

Of course, your sweet conversations soon melted into something more. Soft kisses grew heated, hands wandering as you found yourself straddling her hips, your body pressed to hers while your lips moved together with growing hunger.

She breaks the kiss, her breath hitching as she looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, her hands still gripping your hips tightly. "Your clothes, baby. Take them off" Sevika tugged at your pants.

Her hands slide up your chest, pushing your shirt up and off, her calloused fingers tracing the contours of your stomach. She leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping gently.

As she kisses and bites at your neck, her other hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clit through your pants. After a moment, she pulls back, looking up at you with a possessive gleam in her eye.

Her hands moving quickly to undo her pants. She pushes them down her legs along with her underwear, revealing a black strap-on harness and her thick purple rubber cock.

You whimpered at the sight, and her smile only grew. "You want this, sweet girl?" she purred, though she already knew the answer.

Without waiting for a response, she shifted your position, pinning you beneath her with effortless strength, her pants down to her knees as she pulled down on yours.

She lifts your shirt, and you bite down on the fabric, muffling a gasp as you watch her trail soft, lingering kisses down your stomach — each one tender, gentle, and laced with love.

She brings her fingers to your lips, voice low and commanding. "Spit, baby," she whispers, eyes locked on yours. You obey without hesitation, and she smirks, using your saliva to prepare your cunt with deliberate, torturous care.

Her touch is slow, intentional — dragging out every second as she watches your body respond to her. "Look at you," she coos, her fingers gliding over sensitive skin, "so good for me..."

Her fingers curl inside you, finding your g-spot and pressing firmly against it. "You're so wet for me baby girl." She withdraws her fingers and stands up, pulling the strap-on into place and adjusting it over her hips. "Turn over."

You turn over, presenting your ass to her, and she lets out a satisfied hum, giving the base of the strap-on a firm tug. "Such a pretty little ass,"

You arch your back, sticking your bottom out further, and she gives your ass a firm slap, making you yelp. She chuckles, dark and low in her throat, before reaching between your legs again. "Open for me, sweetheart."

You spread your thighs wider, giving her better access, and she slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit that spot she knows drives you crazy. She works her fingers in and out, stretching you slowly, her other hand resting on your lower back to keep you arched.

Your body pushes back against her fingers, greedy and needy. She withdraws them suddenly, making you whimper. She spits on her palm once, twice, coating the thick shaft of the strap-on. She places one hand on your hip possessively, lining herself up with your entrance.

With a slow, steady pressure, she pushes against you, the head of the strap-on slipping inside inch by inch.

She gives you time to adjust, her hand squeezing your hip, before pushing in another inch. You gasp. "Good girl," she pauses. "Take it like a good girl."

You're taking it deeper now, her thick rubber length filling you up completely. She starts to thrust slower, deeper, hitting your sweet-spot with each push. The cabin starts to rattle around you, feeling the walls shaking as she picks up speed, slamming into you harder and harder.

As she gets deeper, she starts to move her hips slowly, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, filling you completely. She wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you back onto her as she drives into you over and over, the white mattress banging against the wall. "You like that?”

Sevika's thrusts grow faster and more powerful, each one sending a shockwave through your body. The cabin shakes vigorously, the mattress shaking beneath you. She leans over your back, biting your shoulder as she fucks you intensely. The scent of sex and sweat fills the small space.

Your nails clawed at the sheets as she pounds into you mercilessly. The cabin squeaks. You watched the mattress moving on the floor with each powerful thrust. “F-Fuck… Mmmph!”

Sevika's breathing becomes heavier, her arm tightening around your waist as she lifts your bottom higher, angling the strap-on to hit that spot over and over with every thrust. "Shit, baby!”

You can feel the vibrations of the cabin's shaking deep in your core, matching the rhythm of Sevika's merciless pounding. Your protests become muffled screams as she hits you deep.

The small triangular cabin trembled, its windowpanes rattling with each jolt. The door creaked on its hinges, slipping open just enough to let the cool night air seep inside — a quiet witness to the relentless shaking.

"Can you feel it? The whole damn cabin shaking just from me fucking your perfect pussy" Each thrust is calculated, deep, hitting exactly the right spot to send sparks shooting through your vision.

"Touch yourself, baby.”

You manage to get one hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit desperately as she pounds into you. The cabin is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, your moans, and the creaking of it's own material. She sees your body tensing, your whimpers getting higher pitched.

"You’re so close, aren’t you?" she breathes, her voice dripping with hunger. Her pace quickens, thrusts hitting deeper, more relentless — the mattress sliding across the cabin floor with every movement.

She leans over your back, her body pressing into yours, and covers your hand with hers, fingers working your clit in tandem. "Come for me, baby," she whispers, lips brushing against your ear like a promise.

As her fingers cover yours, pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, you shatter. Your entire body convulses, your pussy clamping down on the strap-on inside you.

When it’s over, you both collapse onto the mattress, bodies tangled and chests heaving as you catch your breath. The air is thick with warmth, skin sticky with sweat, but neither of you care.

You turn to face her, cheeks flushed, and she mirrors you, a lazy grin spreading across her lips. The room is quiet now, save for the distant chirp of crickets and the rhythmic pounding of your heart.

Then, almost at the same time, you both start giggling, the sound light and breathless. "I swear the whole cabin was shaking," you laugh, wiping sweat from your brow.

Sevika chuckles, running a hand down your side. "Yeah? Maybe we should test how sturdy it really is," she teases, her voice still rough around the edges, eyes dark with lingering want.

A/N: i literally just wrote it and hit post, i WILL be re-reading this later cuz yk damn well I'm drunk af

[monster-effer]

Camping Trip Gone Wild - Caleb x reader

Summary: Caleb invites you to a camping trip and you two are having a great time. But, after snooping through your phone, his jealous side makes itself known. R.I.P. to your pussy!!! Content: MDNI, explicit smut, Caleb and reader are dating, slight dubcon but the reader is definitely into it, questionable use of evol, oral - f receiving, fingering, pet names used: pip-squeak, princess, my love (2.2k wc) A/N: Caleb has been running laps around my mind lately, so I had to write something with him in it. I hope y’all enjoy ♡

You’re shopping at a local farmer’s market when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. When you unlock it, you are pleasantly surprised to see a text from Caleb. He’s usually wrapped up in his work at this time.

Colonel Apple: Hey pip-squeak. You’re free this weekend right? You: Maybe. Depends on what you have planned.

You watch the typing indicator go on and off for a few moments before locking your phone and continuing to peruse the produce at the local farmer’s market. When you have a bag full of fruits and vegetables you feel your phone buzz once again.

Colonel Apple: We haven’t been camping together yet. Let’s change that? You: Hell yeah, I’m in. What do I need to bring besides clothes and toiletries? Colonel Apple: I have the rest covered. Just bring yourself 😊

The rest of the week passed by at an excruciatingly slow pace. But you have just arrived at the camping site with Caleb and all your supplies in tow. Before you can ask, he starts putting together a chair for you to sit on. When he’s done, he wordlessly gestures towards it as if saying ‘It’s all yours’.

You plop down into the chair and cross your legs. Then you enjoy the rocking motion of your new seat as you watch him work his magic. You were more tired than you thought because the next thing you notice is Caleb gently shaking you awake, his face close to yours and his eyes filled with warmth.

“Welcome back princess.”

You yawn and blink a few times to adjust your vision. When you look around, you see Caleb has made significant progress while you were napping. There is now a huge tent set up to the right side of the campsite. And a second camping chair assembled near a table with cooking supplies neatly organized on top of it.

There are fairy lights hanging in the nearby trees and looped around the top of your tent, giving your campsite a cozy glow. The smell of burning wood and the sound of a crackling fire catches your attention next.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have helped with something.”

Caleb softly chuckles “I did say that I have everything covered. And you need to relax more, your job as a hunter has you running around all over Linkon.”

You huff and cross your arms because you can’t really argue with that logic. So instead, you decide to change the subject.

“I’m hungry. Let’s make dinner and tell some spooky stories around the fire.”

You two roast some hot dogs and settle down on opposite ends of the campfire. Then Caleb launches into a dramatic tale. By the end of it, you’re gasping with laughter at how cheesy the ending to his story was.

Noticing that it is getting dark out, a question comes to mind.

“Can you remind me where the public showers are again? I want to wash up before we go to sleep tonight.”

Caleb points towards the main road near your camping spot and tells you how to get there. “Do you want me to walk you there?”

“No, I’ll be alright. I’m taking a flashlight with me.”

Caleb hums as he watches you gather your pajamas and toiletries. He pulls his camping chair closer to the crackling fire and is about to settle down into it when he hears your phone’s notification sound go off.

He decides to ignore it, but the notification sound pings once more, and then three more times after that. Since you won’t be back for a while, you can’t blame him for being curious about who is bombarding his girlfriend with texts at this hour.

Caleb abandons his plan to chill by the fire and walks over to the tent. He removes his shoes before climbing in and looking for your bag. Once he finds it, he digs around a bit before finding your phone.

From the home screen he can see that all the notification sounds were coming from one source. They were all texts from Rafayel, who you have saved as  ‘The Little Mermaid’ in your phone. Since you two reunited after his “death”, Caleb begrudgingly accepted that he cannot be your only source of social fulfillment. His work as a colonel keeps him busy for long stretches of time, sometimes you two aren’t able to chat more than once a week.

Caleb is stone faced as he unlocks your phone with your password (that he memorized) and begins reading through the recent messages you received. His curiosity over what warranted back-to-back texts needed to be sated, for his own sanity.

His jaw clenched hard as he read Rafayel’s overly familiar texts.

7:10 pm: are u busy this upcoming week 7:10 pm: need you to be my model for this piece i’m working on 7:15 pm: cutieeeeee dun you want to help me 7:16 pm: i’ll take you out for seafood if you agree 7:18 pm: 💔🥺? 🐟🐠🐡

Caleb is always one to compliment your beauty, but the dark feeling of jealousy fills his chest at the thought of the artist eye balling you for hours on end. Before he can read further up in the text thread, he hears footsteps approaching the campsite.

Not wanting to be caught snooping, he quickly stashes your phone back in your bag and sits in his camping chair. He closes his eyes and tries to relax his body despite the fury bubbling under his skin over the artist taking up your time while he’s not there.

“I’m back. All fresh and clean now.”

When he opens his eyes, he hopes his true feelings aren’t shining through. Although he was left almost void of emotions after his chip implantation, Caleb can feel his anger towards the needy artist increasing by the second. He can also feel that anger transforming into a burning need to re-establish what you mean to each other.

Meanwhile as you stand there you can feel that something is…off. As hard as he tries to hide it, you can read Caleb’s emotions better than anyone else.

“I didn’t know you were so well acquainted with that artist…Rafayel,” he spits out his name as if it pains him to utter it.

You’ve mentioned Rafayel in passing but you aren’t entirely sure where this is coming from.

“Rafayel is a close friend of mine, what about it?” You snap at him, beginning to lose your patience.

Caleb smiles coldly before responding. “From the texts I just read, it seems like you two spend a lot of time together. I think I need to remind you of something.”

You feel anger well up in your body. “Why were you reading my texts Caleb? What the hell. And I think you need to be reminded of something called privacy.”

Before you can chew him out, the unmistakable weight of his evol envelopes your body. You gasp as you’re lifted then held up mid air, as Caleb pulls your camping chair towards him. As you futilely attempt to struggle against the hold, he lets your body slowly descend into the chair and stares into your eyes.

“As I was saying, I’m going to remind you that you only need to rely on me.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me,” you say through clenched teeth.

He ignores your demand and drops to his knees before you. Your breath catches in your throat as he spreads your legs and places butterfly kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs.

You are furious with him for so many reasons, but at this moment, you can’t stave off the arousal building in your tummy.

Caleb begins to suck small hickeys on your skin between peppering kisses all the way up your thighs. You muffle a whine as tingles of pleasure zap straight to your clit. His face is so close to where you can feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. Your thighs are a sensitive spot, and he knows that. If you weren’t weighed down by his evol right now you weren’t sure if you’d be squirming away (or towards?) the torturous pleasure.

“Caleb,” you whimper.

Your voice broke the trance Caleb fell into between your legs. His eyes have darkened when they meet yours once again.

“Yes, princess?”

“M-More please.”

He smirks and doesn’t say a word before forcefully moving your pajama shorts and underwear to the side and licking a long stripe between your glistening folds. His hot tongue is wreaking havoc on your throbbing clit and you all but scream out into the night.

“Oh my god, please please please release your evol. I need to move.”

He detaches from your clit to respond to you. The bottom half of his face is noticeably covered in your slick. And his eyes have a hungry look in them.

 “No can do pip-squeak, you aren’t running from this.”

You let out a high-pitched moan as Caleb leans back in and alternates between dragging his tongue over your clit and making out with your pussy lips.

You take in a sharp breath as you feel tension build up in your belly. Your pussy begins to flutter around nothing.

“C-caleb I’m going to-”

He cuts you off by slipping his middle and ring finger inside of your wet hole. The squelching sound emitting from his ministrations seem amplified by the otherwise quiet night. You can only handle him pumping his fingers inside of you a few times before you reach orgasm.

You almost black out from the overwhelming euphoria as your pussy spasms around the sudden invasion of his fingers. You moan wantonly as Caleb slowly fingers you through your climax.

As you come down from that high, he gently pulls out his fingers. As a small act of mercy, he dissipates his evol and lets your muscles fully relax into the chair. He also pulls down your pajama shorts and undies, leaving your bottom half exposed.

“I hope you’re ready for more, because I’m far from done with you.”

You’re still trembling from the impact of your orgasm as you watch him stand up and remove his shorts and underwear. His thick cock twitches as the cool night air hits it. You hungrily watch his right hand wrap around it and give it a few strokes.

Caleb bends his knees and uses the swinging chair as leverage to line up your pussy with his body. You feel him rub his hot, mushroom tip against your clit and teasingly around your opening.

You shudder at his teasing and consider begging for more. But before you can, he slides himself all the way inside you without warning.

Your hands scramble for purchase before gripping the chair’s headrest. Both of you moan at the sudden, intense sensation.

“I’m so full” you whine as you clench your eyes shut.

He groans and readjusts his hold on the chair.

“Hold on tight pip-squeak,” is all he says before gripping the swinging chair and using it to drill his throbbing length inside of your aching walls. Your back arches sharply from the momentum of being slammed onto his cock.

You can’t do anything but whimper at the deep penetration. Faint creaks can be heard from the chair as your body is forcefully rocked back and forth.

Caleb is showing no mercy to your gushing pussy as he keeps up the brutal pace. You can distinctly feel each vein on his cock drag against your insides. Your mind goes fuzzy when he changes the angle of his thrusts and begins to rut against your most sensitive spot.

Caleb lovingly admires the state he’s put you in. Your hair is a mess, your eyes are unfocused, and it feels like you're sucking him in at every inward thrust.

“There you go my love, all you have to do right now is lay there and take it,” he rasps. He uses his evol to take over maneuvering the chair, so he can rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your mind is filled with nothing but pure bliss. His rhythm turns sloppy when he feels you clench around him.

“You’re doing so good, just let go for me,” he practically coos at you.

You’re barely holding onto consciousness as your orgasm feels like it is never ending. Your legs are shaking, and you futilely try to close them against the onslaught of pleasure.

Caleb continues rubbing your clit and sinking himself inside of you while your spasm.

“Where do you want me to come princess?”

“Inside me please,” you say weakly.

Caleb keens before picking up the pace and burying himself deep inside of you. Feeling the warm spurts of his cum makes you reflexively clench around him. After a few moments, he slowly pulls out and collapses into his chair, letting you both catch your breath.

As you lay there you recall being mad at Caleb about something. But your mind is muddled from the mind blowing, back-to-back orgasms.

Well, you assume it wasn’t that important anyway. And if it was, you’ll deal with it later.

Maybe.

A/N: (Spoiler: Nothing was dealt with. You and Caleb ended up crawling into the tent and fucking some more instead. The end ♡ )

[calmcoldevening]

First time kiss little headcanons

Jason Voorhees

• You were sitting around the campfire and all that. The night, the silence, the light crackling of the fire and the quiet chirping of crickets. It's so beautiful and cozy.

• Your head is on Jason's shoulder, his hand is on your waist as he slowly strokes your soft flesh.

• And at that moment, for some reason, you decide that you want to express your love and feelings in a new way.

• A second later, you lifted the edge of his hockey mask and gave him a short kiss on the lips.

• Overnight, his whole face was covered with a bright blush and he got up from the tree with his face covered with his hands (on top of the mask, of course).

• This guy went into the woods for a good fifteen minutes to digest what just happened. But God, he loved it.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba has never had close contact with people in principle, so your love and attention, although it was like a breath of fresh air into his harsh life, were still somewhat alien to him.

• His brothers often laughed because of how he blushed just from your gentle touch. It made him even redder, like a lingonberry.

• But one day you were almost killed by one of the tourists who decided to use you as an excuse to escape. Bubba was especially mean and cruel back then. He cut that man open like a real pig.

• Emotionally, you clung to Bubba with force, burying your nose in his chest, even though the man was covered in blood. Bubba was a little taken aback, but hugged you back, throwing the chainsaw on the floor. That's when you decided to kiss him.

• It was hard to call it a real kiss. Rather, you kissed him, and he licked your lips like a happy dog. A sloppy and wet kiss, for which he was terribly ashamed afterwards.

• It confused you a little, but you promised yourself to teach Bubba to kiss 'like a human being'.

Thomas Hewitt

• God knows why this crazy family left you, but the fact remains. You were the 'wife' of Thomas, the Hewitt family butcher. He was quite gentle and even childish towards you: Thomas never molested you, did not make any ambiguous hints, my God, he did not even touch you for simple hugs without your permission. Although his uncles laughed at him for this and condemned him, believing that a wife is a husband's thing.

• You were immensely grateful to Thomas for that attitude. Perhaps that's why you took a certain liking to him. That's why you were always glad when Thomas showed his attention to you. You've told him many times that he really doesn't need to ask permission to touch, but he insisted on his own.

• Over time, you saw that Thomas, no, Tommy, your Tommy, is really hungry for touch and affection. Whenever you 'gave permission' to cuddle with you, the man would rush to your embrace like a slaughtered puppy.

• He was a child in many ways, despite the man's body. You could say with certainty that before you appeared, if a female victim got into the house, he probably felt some desire related to his physiology, but it was quickly replaced by anger because of his self-hatred. It was sad. Because of his religious upbringing, he was absolutely stupid in matters of upbringing and, in principle, did not know how women work, which, of course, you will have to help him later.

• So you just decided to thank him for all his work, let's just say. After all, showing affection was indeed something rare in relation to Thomas. And so, when he was in the basement cutting up another victim, you cautiously approached him, standing on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek. It took a few minutes for the man to work out the information. He just put the knife down and looked at you from top to bottom with those big puppy dog eyes. He only looked at you like that. The man was silent for a while, and then raised his hand, gently running his thumb over your smooth cheek. There was a bright trace of blood on the skin. His way of responding to a kiss.

Pyramid head

• Over time, the Pyramid Head really started to feel something for you. Even though he was a monster, his human beginnings were quite blurry, so he tried to learn as much about your habits as possible.

• He loved to study. When he wasn't killing monsters in the city, Pyramid Head was usually very close to you. He watched your actions and tried to understand their essence. Pyramid Head loved holding your hand. Your soft skin contrasted vividly with his rough, callused and scarred one. He liked the feeling. He liked the way your body temperature was changing. When you were afraid, your hands sweated and became cold, but if you were happy and felt safe, you were quite warm. He was always pretty hot.

• Knowing about his desire to study people, you couldn't help but try to show him how human affection works. His movements were usually crude and purposeful. The Pyramid Head felt a strange itching sensation inside and the thought that he wanted to touch you. That's why you had to explain that since you're a different person, he can't touch you without your permission. This put the monster in a stupor, but after a while he really understood. And then you started acting. At first it was fleeting touches and attempts to hug him. When he got used to your presence and body, you started kissing his cold metal helmet as a sign of appreciation. It was hard to call it a kiss, just touching metal with your lips. But he surprisingly liked it. Every time you kissed his helmet, the Pyramid head one would make a deep chest purr.

• It has already become commonplace to thank him with a kiss on the helmet. But today, there seemed to be some new thought in his mind. When you pulled away from him with a slight smile on your lips, a lump of flesh like a thick tongue suddenly burst out from under his massive helmet. This pink snake gently slid across your cheek, which made you flinch, but did not pull away. He seemed to be studying you, tasting you. Finally, a chest purr bursts out of the Pyramid-headed Man's chest and his tongue slides into your mouth, pulling a muffled moan out of you. It was weird. But not unpleasant. Rather, it's just unusual. He clumsily explored your mouth with his tongue, watching your reaction. His hand was a little rough, but still gently took your hand in his, placing it on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat gradually accelerating, soft and fast under your skin. He liked it.

• You had to teach him to use his monster language more carefully, but it turned out to be successful. Now, whenever he protected you, he expected you to kiss him. Not just a kiss. His tongue almost instinctively came out from under his helmet, moving to your lips and asking for permission without words.

Art the Clown

• Art often killed couples in love and therefore often witnessed quite, uh, intimate relationships of future victims. And the kiss was one of those things that interested him.

• He stood in front of you covered in blood with his trademark satisfied smile and tried to tell you something without words. He was jumping up and down a little with excitement and showing you things with gestures. He folded the fingers on both hands with his thumbs and depicted two people kissing. You had to think a little before you realized what he really meant. When you asked Art if he meant a kiss, Art clapped his hands joyfully and began nodding actively.

• It's not that you haven't gotten used to his unusual, somewhat grotesque appearance yet, no. But kissing a maniac is not something you do every day.

• Art's gloved hand reaches out to your cheek, cupping your face. With a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes, Art bends down, and his painted lips meet yours in a greedy but inept kiss. She tries to repeat what she saw through the window of those people, but it turns out to be somewhat awkward. Your mouth is filled with the taste of paint and blood. But it's not a bad thing. Unusual. Your hands find his neck and you pull him closer, as if encouraging him.

• The first attempt was quite interesting. Considering that you already had some experience, you taught Art how to kiss well pretty quickly. Now he demanded a 'kiss of praise' after each of his successful kills.

[nvrngl]

˚ · .˚ ༘ 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 📼 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒏' 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔,

synopsis. jensen's been great since day one. you're co-stars. lovers on the screen. friends in real life. but how easy is it to blur the lines?

in this part... a storm traps everyone on set late. the power goes out and you and jensen end up getting cozy.

pairing. jensen ackles x actress!reader ﹢ just pure soft fluff and giggles

wordcount. 869

warnings. just the overall danger of having jensen ackles as a co-star and him doing his dean voice .ᐟ

The rain starts around 6 PM. A slow, lazy drizzle that taps against the studio windows like an afterthought. By 7, it's a full-on downpour, rattling the roof and flooding the parking lot until production reluctantly calls it a night. The problem? Half the crew is stuck, trailers wobbling under the wind, and your car—like everyone else’s—is trapped behind a rapidly growing lake where the lot used to be.

So here you are. Trapped in the dimly lit soundstage with a handful of other cast and crew, waiting out the worst of it.

And Jensen.

Which, objectively, is fine. You’ve been working with him for a couple of years now, playing opposite him on Supernatural. You’re professionals. Friends. Costars. It’s normal to sit next to him on the worn-out set couch, his presence warm beside you, his cologne lingering even after a long day.

It’s fine.

Until the power cuts out.

The studio plunges into darkness with a deep mechanical thunk, and for a moment, the only sounds are rain hammering the roof and a collective groan from the crew.

“Well, that’s just perfect,” Jensen mutters, somewhere to your left. There’s a rustling noise—probably him digging out his phone—before a small beam of light flicks on, illuminating his face from below.

“Great,” you deadpan. “Now you look like a campfire ghost story guy.”

Jensen wiggles his fingers ominously. “OooOOooOO.”

You snort, and he grins.

Someone a few feet away calls out, “Gotta conserve phone batteries! Anyone got a flashlight that’s not running on 20%?”

“Yeah, actually—” You fumble through your bag, pulling out the small, heavy-duty flashlight you always keep on hand for late-night script readings. Clicking it on, the beam slices through the dark, much brighter than any phone screen. A few crew members cheer.

Jensen nudges you with his knee. “Look at you, all prepared.”

You shrug. “What can I say? I’m a professional.”

The warmth of his chuckle settles in your stomach, cozy and dangerous all at once.

By the time someone finds an old stack of blankets from wardrobe, you and Jensen are firmly settled on the couch, the flashlight propped between you. Outside, the rain has softened to a gentle drumming, but the wind is still howling like something out of a horror movie.

“Alright,” Jensen announces, dramatically shaking out a blanket. “We’ve reached the ‘huddling for warmth’ portion of the evening.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can argue, he’s already draped half of it over you. The warmth is instant, his body heat seeping through the thick fabric.

Yeah. This is fine. Totally normal.

“Since we’re stuck here,” he muses, picking up a script from the table, “wanna run lines?”

Your stomach flips. You should say no. Should remind yourself that hearing him slip into Dean’s voice while you’re wrapped in the same damn blanket is dangerous territory.

Instead, you nod.

The flashlight casts just enough of a glow over the script as he skims it. His voice is casual at first—just Jensen, reading aloud—but then something shifts.

He’s acting now.

“You think this is funny?” Dean’s voice, low and edged with something sharp, fills the space between you. The weight of it presses against your ribs, as tangible as the storm outside.

Your throat goes dry. “I—”

Jensen looks up, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Right. Your line.

You swallow, refocusing, and force the words out. “I think you’re scared to feel anything real.”

The tension in the script bleeds into the air around you. Jensen holds your gaze, his jaw ticking like Dean’s does when he’s trying not to say too much.

You can’t breathe.

It’s ridiculous. This is your job. You do this every day. But sitting this close, under the blanket, your knee pressed against his, his voice curling around the words like they’re meant just for you—

Yeah. You’re not surviving this night unaffected.

Jensen leans back suddenly, breaking the spell with an easy grin. “Damn, we’re good.”

You laugh, too high-pitched. “Yeah. Totally.”

He shifts, just a little, and the blanket tugs tighter around your shoulders. The air between you feels charged, crackling like the storm outside.

Jensen clears his throat. “Y’know, you’re really good at this.”

Your heart stumbles. “At what?”

He gestures vaguely. “The whole… acting thing.” His voice is softer now, more him. “You make it easy to—” He stops, hesitates, then shrugs. “—get lost in it.”

You’re pretty sure he’s not just talking about the scene.

Your fingers twist in the fabric of the blanket. “Right back at you.”

There’s a moment—a moment—where it feels like something’s about to happen. Where the space between you is too small, and the weight of his attention is too heavy, and maybe, maybe—

A loud crash from the other side of the room makes you both jump. Someone yelps. The spell is broken.

Jensen huffs a laugh, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Jesus. Almost forgot we’re not the only ones here.”

You force yourself to smile. “Yeah. Wild night.”

The rain outside starts to slow, the power flickers back on, and just like that, the moment is gone.

But the way Jensen looks at you under the blanket glow?

Yeah. This night definitely changed something.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ navigation : all works ; guidelines ; let's be friends .ᐟ

[gracie-eilish]

You always have the most magical writing outside. It’s written so vividly and prettily! Would you be up for writing about Billie and the reader going camping together and they end up having a little smutty moment in their tent?

camping trip🏕️🌙

an: this ended up being SOO long LMAO! i also got a little carried awayyyyy so i hope it's still to your liking haha!

ALSO! i’m aware you shouldn’t leave a campfire unattended. pls ignore that detail and pretend it’s like not a fire hazard for this fic and enjoy the vibes it brings:) fire safety yall, it’s important🫡‼️

(i picked hazel cause i have hazel eyes SUE ME!🫣😭🤪)

warning: contains smut!

The drive to the campsite had been filled with your off-key singing, Billie's laughter, and the occasional distraction when she reached over to squeeze your thigh, just because she could. She was giddy about this trip—probably because she had been the one to plan it, claiming that you needed to experience “real” camping.

“Real camping,” you had repeated skeptically, side-eyeing her. “You mean, like, sleeping on the ground with bugs?”

Billie had just smirked, her fingers tapping absently against your hand. “Sleeping under the stars with me,” she corrected, glancing at you with that signature, knowing look. “Big difference, love bug.”

And, okay, maybe you had softened a little at that.

By the time you arrived, the sun was high in the sky, filtering through the towering trees, and casting dappled patterns of gold across the forest floor. Your chosen spot was a cozy clearing near a shimmering lake, surrounded by wildflowers in full bloom. It was beautiful, almost unreal, but you mostly loved seeing how excited Billie was—bouncing on her heels as she unpacked, her hair wild in the afternoon breeze.

“Okay,” she clapped her hands together, turning to you with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “Are you ready for the most romantic camping trip of your life?”

You laughed, crossing your arms. “That depends. Does it involve me actually doing labor?”

Billie grinned. “No, you get to sit there and be pretty while I do all the work.”

You gasped, dramatically pressing a hand to your chest. “You finally get it!”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your cheek before pulling away. “Alright, pretty girl, let’s set up camp.”

After setting up your tent (which, admittedly, Billie did most of the work on while you “supervised”), you both decided to take a short hike nearby. You wandered through a nearby meadow, the scent of sun-warmed grass and blooming flowers filling the air. Billie had a basket hooked over her arm, picking flowers with a look of pure delight, occasionally glancing at you with an all-too-knowing smirk.

“You know, I had a feeling you’d love this,” you teased, watching as she carefully examined a bright yellow buttercup before adding it to the collection.

“Of course,” she replied easily, glancing up at you through her lashes. “Flowers are pretty. And I like pretty things.”

You knew what she was doing, but your face still grew warm.

She noticed—of course she did—and stepped closer, tucking a tiny deep orange and green wildflower behind your ear before running her fingers down your cheek. “There. Perfect. Matches your eyes.”

"My eyes are hazel lovey," you said with a giggle. "This is orange."

"Yeah, but when the light hits them they get all ambery and golden," she replied matter-of-factly, not looking up from picking her next flower.

You sighed dreamily, but your heart was beating faster. Billie smirked.

“Are you gonna make me a flower crown that matches my eyes too?”

“That depends. Would my princess like a crown?”

You groaned, but she just laughed, delighted at how easy it was to fluster you.

You ended up lying in the grass, Billie lazily braiding some of the wildflowers together while you watched the clouds shift overhead. At one point, she leaned over, letting a petal fall against your nose, making you scrunch your face.

“Billie,” you whined.

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re so cute when you pout.” You just smiled up at her as she tied off her flower braids.

"Alright baby, sit up for me," she said while sitting back on her heels to face you, delicately placing the little flower crown onto your hair.

"There we go," she mumbled smiling, fiddling with the crown. "Such a pretty princess."

The two of you collected your flowers and made the short trek back to your campsite. When you returned, Billie delicately set your little bouquet in the tent, safe and sound and she even made sure to tie it up perfectly with the ribbon that just minutes ago was tied up in your hair.

She claimed that it was the only thing nearby that would keep the flowers together. But selfishly, Billie loved it when you let your hair down fully. It was so soft and shiny and free.

When she poked her head back out from the tent, she had a mischievous look on her face. She stepped out and instead of walking towards where you sat in your little lawn chair, she was making her way down the little trail towards the lake.

The lake was clear, the surface shimmering in the late afternoon light, and the second Billie saw it, she turned to you with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“No,” you said immediately, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Yes,” she grinned, already reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“Billie,” you warned.

“C’mon, baby, it’s hot.” She was already stripping down to her swimsuit, completely unbothered as she took a few confident steps toward the water. “You’re not gonna let me have all the fun, are you?”

You sighed dramatically but peeled off your clothes, and before you could even test the water, Billie took it upon herself to splash you.

“Billie!” you squealed, shielding yourself.

She only laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oops.”

You glared at her, then retaliated with a splash of your own. And that was it—the beginning of a very competitive, very wet battle that ended with Billie tackling you into the water, her arms wrapping around your waist as you both went under.

When you surfaced, breathless, tangled in her arms with your legs around her waist, water dripping from her lashes as she grinned at you. “Hi,” she murmured.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Hi.”

She kissed you then, slow and sweet, her fingers tracing lazy circles against your thighs. The lake lapped gently around you, the world growing quiet save for your breathing, and the occasional ripple of water.

“I love you,” she whispered against your lips.

And just like that, you melted.

After swimming, you dried off and set up a picnic blanket outside your tent, Billie settling in with her legs stretched out while you curled up with your head in her lap. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, the air warm with the lingering heat of the day.

Billie absentmindedly played with your hair, twisting and untwisting strands around her fingers while her other hand rested against your side, thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

“You comfy?” she murmured.

You hummed in response, eyes half-lidded. “Mm. Very.”

She smiled, shifting to press a kiss to your temple. “Told you camping would be fun.”

You cracked one eye open. “You also said there’d be no bugs.”

Billie gasped, feigning innocence. “I never said that!”

“You implied it,” you accused.

She grinned. “Okay, but—worth it, right?”

You sighed, gazing up at her. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “Worth it.”

Her expression softened, her fingers trailing down your cheek. “Good,” she whispered, then leaned down, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, the stars beginning to twinkle above you, you realized there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be—wrapped up in Billie, in the middle of nowhere, in a perfect little world that was just yours.

Once the sun had fully set and the cool forest air had taken over, the two of you had scurried into your little tent, seeking some heat….

The evening sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, visible through the mesh window at the top, creating a romantic ambiance. The gentle babbling of the lake provided a soothing soundtrack to your intimate evening. With no one around for miles, you were both eager to explore each other under the celestial canopy.

The two of you were snuggled up together, swapping stolen kisses and quiet confessions. However the cuteness from earlier today was starting to fade into something deeper.

Billie's hand reached out, gently caressing your cheek. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned into her palm, savoring the warmth of her skin. Her fingers traced the line of your jaw, and you closed your eyes, letting her guide you into a world of sensual pleasure.

“I want to explore every inch of you,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear.

Her lips brushed your earlobe, sending a wave of goosebumps over your body. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, encouraging her to continue.

With slow, deliberate movements, Billie began to undress you, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt. Each piece of clothing she removed revealed more of your soft, supple skin, and her eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight of your almost naked body.

“Pretty girl,” she murmured mainly to herself, your soft smile revealing you had heard it too.

You returned the favor, sliding your hands over Billie's curves, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. Her breath caught as you unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts. You cupped them in your hands, marveling at their fullness, and she arched into your touch, craving more.

“God you drive me crazy,” she moaned into your ear.

As you kissed and caressed each other, the tent became a sanctuary of passion. The sounds of your lips meeting, the soft sighs and moans, filled the enclosed space, blending with the gentle rustling of leaves outside. The warmth of your bodies and the flickering light from the campfire outside created an intimate atmosphere, intensifying your desire.

Billie's hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice. She traced her fingers along your collarbone, down to your breasts, and then lower, teasing your sensitive nipples. You arched your back, offering yourself to her, and she responded by taking one nipple into her warm mouth, sucking gently.

“Oh God Billie...” you gasped, your voice laced with pleasure. Her mouth felt incredible, and you couldn't help but reach down to stroke her hair, encouraging her to continue. She alternated between gentle sucking and soft bites, driving you wild with desire.

In response to your pleasure, Billie's own need grew. Her breathing became more rapid, and you could feel her heart pounding against your chest. You slid your hands down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, feeling the heat between your bodies.

“I want you, baby,” she whispered, her bright blue eyes meeting yours in the dim light.

Your fingers found the waistband of her pants, and with a swift motion, you slid them down her legs, leaving you both completely exposed to each others gaze.

Billie's eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in every inch of your naked form. Her gaze was filled with admiration and longing, and you felt a surge of power, knowing the effect you had on her.

With a gentle push, Billie guided you back until you were lying on the soft sleeping bag, the ground beneath you forgotten. She hovered over you, her hair falling like a curtain around your faces, creating an intimate cocoon.

“I love you sweet girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her declaration sent a rush of warmth through your body, and you reached up to pull her down for a kiss. Your lips met in a passionate embrace, tongues dancing and exploring, tasting each other's desire.

“I love you more,” you replied between kisses.

As you kissed, Billie's hand found its way between your legs, her fingers gently stroking your wetness. You gasped into her mouth, your body arching off the ground as her fingers found your sweet spot. She knew exactly how to touch you, and you couldn't help but move against her hand, seeking more pleasure.

Much to her surprise, you snuck your own hand down to Billie’s wetness, swiping your fingers through her folds making her moan out, nearly falling on top of you.

You snuck your arm around her waist pulling her further down and onto her side so you could face each other.

“Hi love bug,” you giggled.

“Hi mama,” she replied with a smirk, grabbing your thigh and pulling it over her hip, nestling her thigh between your legs while she straddled one of your own.

You both began grinding on each other in sync, gasping and moaning into each others mouths as you practically forgot how to kiss.

“You feel so good, baby” she whined out against your lips. You continued your sensual dance on each others thighs and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

Just as you were about to climax, Billie slowed her movements, drawing out your pleasure. She wanted to savor every moment, prolonging the exquisite torture. You whimpered, pleading for release, but she only smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Not yet my love. Want this to last babygirl.”

Her words contrasted her actions however as her own hips sped up, sliding easily on your soft skin. Seeing her brows furrow and hearing her soft little whimpers lit a fire in you; you were determined to get her to cum first.

You grabbed her hip, now guiding her movements faster, making head breath hitch and her moans jump up in pitch. Her blue eyes wide and glossy as she silently pleaded to you to make her feel good.

She quickly grabbed own hip pulling you closer if that was even possible. The both of you now riding each other furiously, grabbing, and scratching, and pulling each other as close as humanly possible, bringing each other to ecstasy.

“Let go f’me mama. Know you wanna feel so good baby,” you whispered in between wet kisses to her cheek.

Billie grabbed your face and pulled you away from her cheek to see your face fully. Your golden green hazel eyes locked in with her crystal ocean blue ones, mouths open in bliss and brows furrowed as you both finally found your release.

As you climaxed, your body shook with the force of your release. You clung to her, your nails digging into her back, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Her head dropped to your shoulder resting there while she rode out her own orgasm.

When your tremblings finally subsided, your movements slowed on each other. Billie moved her head, nuzzling further into your hair, and she smiled, her eyes filled with love and satisfaction.

The air was now thick with warmth, your bodies were still tangled, skin slick with sweat, the scent of pine and earth mixing with the remnants of what you’d just done. Your chest rose and fell against hers, her heartbeat a steady rhythm against yours. Neither of you spoke for a long while—there was no need.

This had been different. It wasn’t just fiery touches and whispered teases, not the playful urgency that usually defined your nights together. No, this had been something deeper, something unspoken that left both of you clutching at each other as if the world outside the tent didn’t exist.

Billie’s arms tightened around you, her fingers tracing slow, aimless patterns on your bare back. “You okay, princess?” she murmured, voice hoarse, breath warm against your hair.

You nodded against her. “Yeah,” you whispered. “You?”

She exhaled, her lips pressing softly to your temple. “Yeah.” A pause. Then, quieter, more vulnerable, “That was… something else.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her, your fingers brushing damp strands of hair from her face. Her eyes—drowsy, soft, still full of something indescribable—met yours, and at that moment, you felt it all over again. The way she had looked at you. The way she had held you.

“Magical,” you murmured.

Billie’s lips quirked, her fingers tilting your chin up so she could kiss you, slow and lingering like she never wanted to stop. “Yeah,” she agreed against your lips. “Magical.”

You lay there for a little while longer, just breathing each other in, neither of you ready to move, despite the stickiness of your skin and the slight chill creeping in through the tent’s mesh lining. Eventually, Billie sighed, reluctant but amused. “Alright, baby, I did in fact come prepared.”

You let out a soft laugh as she rolled onto her other side, rummaging through one of the bags you had tossed into the corner earlier. A moment later, she held up a pack of baby wipes with a triumphant little grin.

You snorted. “I love that you think of everything.”

“You love me,” she teased, gently tugging you closer to start wiping you down.

“Yeah,” you murmured, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “I do.”

Her hands stilled for just a second before she swallowed, nodding as if she had known it all along but still needed a moment to process hearing it so plainly. Then, with a soft smile, she kissed your shoulder and resumed cleaning you up, her touch nothing but careful and tender.

By the time she had wiped you down and you had returned the favor—giggling when she shivered at the coldness of the wipes—you were both exhausted. Your limbs felt heavy, your legs a little wobbly as you helped each other into fresh clothes, and the once-cool night air now felt almost too brisk against your flushed skin.

Billie reached for the oversized sleeping bag you had brought, unzipping it just enough for both of you to crawl in together. The moment you settled in, she pulled you close, her arms wrapping around you as if she was afraid you might slip away in the night.

You nuzzled into her, pressing your lips to the bare skin of her neck before murmuring, “Best camping trip ever.”

She chuckled, her fingers trailing up and down your spine. “Told you I’d make it romantic.”

You hummed sleepily, already halfway to drifting off. “Love you, angel,” you mumbled.

Billie pressed a kiss to your forehead, her voice soft, filled with something deep and endless. “Love you more.”

And under the stars, wrapped up in each other, you fell into the kind of sleep that only comes when you know, without a doubt, that you are exactly where you’re meant to be.

[nana-luvy]

. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

warnings: fem!reader, no established relationship, suggestive content (may i say, heavy makeout), a little foul language

In which he never wants to get used to it.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You know this feeling ? The feeling you get sometimes, the feeling that you never want the current moment to end ? Like you’d just want it replayed, over and over, nobody interrupting, nothing breaking the atmosphere, just a loop of this moment you crave to feel forever on end.

This was the moment.

“Hey, where are we going exactly ?”

His voice alone was warming your chest, the little laugh accompanying it making your heart leap in your body. Or maybe it was the alcohol in your system ? You knew it wasn’t your best idea, but you also knew you were still more conscious than not, and it was probably the only time you’d ever feel brave enough to do it.

“Don’t worry, it’s not too far away ~”

You two were almost running, you ahead as you lead him somewhere away from the campfire. The older campers had gathered on the beach for a late hangout, bonfire lighting up the dark night as everyone chatted away, passing bottles around for everyone to enjoy. And enjoying them you did. But it was the liquid courage you needed when Luke had been there all night, sitting next to you, talking to you, eyes looking straight into yours as his voice was all you could hear. Few innocent touches of your fingers over the warm sand in the warm summer night, digits brushing a strand of hair out of your face, having to mentally prevent yourself from leaning into his hand. But this look he gave you… it made something snap in place, and you asked him to follow you, and he wouldn’t have said ‘no’ in a million universes, taking the hand you were offering.

After just a couple minutes, you finally reached a small cabin, not too far into the woods.

“What’s this place ? I’ve never seen it before.” Luke asked, looking around and realizing he had already been on this part of the forest but had never seen the little hut.

“Well, I just like keeping this place to myself so I just… make sure nobody can see it if I'm not around ~” you simply answered, rubbing the fingers on your free hand and creating a small spark of magic, before sending a wink his way. “But I wanted to show it to you, I'm quite proud of my decorating.”

Luke couldn’t resist the smile on your lips, practically melting as you cupped his hand with both of yours now, pulling him inside and he opposed no resistance.

On the other side of the door were wooden walls and a wooden flooring, fluffy white carpets covering it, and fairy lights suspended across the ceiling to give that eerie atmosphere. There was a long, beige loveseat in a corner of the single room, inviting and cosy, a bigger couch of a more pink tone on the side, and the walls were stripped of any decoration other than a couple windows. It was just so…

“So cozy…”

“Well, I'm glad you like it, I've barely shown this place to anyone, I mostly use it for alone time… but it’s pretty cool, yeah..”

Still holding Luke’s hand, you tripped over your own feet, still feeling your head buzzing from the alcohol, landing on the nearby loveseat. Trying to compose yourself back while the boy in front of you stifled a small laugh, you patted the empty seat next to you, and he immediately took it, your hands untangling as you both longed for that feeling back.

“So… you brought me here to… show me how you decorated ?” He inquired, slightly cocking an eyebrow questioningly as he got more comfortable on the soft furniture, bending one leg to rest it closer to him on the beige fabric.

“Can I kiss you, Luke ?” He didn’t expect the bluntness, taken aback for a second, and the confusion in his eyes immediately made your tipsy self only want to talk and talk to fill the awkward silence. You stood up, trying to escape the weird tension between you two. “I mean, it’s probably because I'm drunk- I'm conscious of what I say, don't worry, it’s not like an assault or anyth- oh gods what am I even saying…? I just wanted to say, you don’t have to feel obl-”

Luke stood up right in front of you while you spoke, planting his two hands on the sides of your face gently before pulling his own head down towards yours, his lips melting over your own instantly like it was made to fit like two puzzle pieces.

You relaxed immediately, the hands that were previously flying in all direction as you poorly tried to explain yourself falling at your sides before they crawled upwards, hovering over his toned arms and crossing behind his neck for leverage, pulling him lower. In response, Luke’s fingers came to tickle the sliver of skin exposed by your short top, on your lower back, clasping your waist to keep you from falling as he bent over you and forced your backwards arch. It didn’t feel animalistic, even through the clash of teeth and the spit smudged over your lips in just a few instants together only, but instead full of this ungovernable need you both felt, wanting the other closer, deeper.

You both refused to pull away, heavy breaths hitting the other’s cheek with every exhale, your eyes closed shut tightly as you tried to take in everything you two could feel in the moment, inking it in your memory. Your hands went up the boy’s curls, fingers threading in his darks locks, nails scratching his scalp as you pulled him even tighter in your embrace when his own hands ventured around your body, digits pressing against any displayed skin, roaming your arms and barely waiting for any kind of permission —found in a low moan— before dipping under your top to feel the smooth skin of your back, tracing a gentle path up your spine. This simple sensation was soft and delicious, your head dipping back and your mouth falling agape from the feather-light touch that trailed fire along your skin, and Luke took the opportunity to leave your lips and drag his lower, following the line of your jaw, tracing a path down your neck and coming back up to leave a lingering kiss right below your ear. Your fingers ran through his hair mindlessly, or from his view maddeningly, ruining the defined pattern to leave a mess of disheveled curls that just made him look that much hotter in the end. As his lips attached themselves behind your ear in a wet kiss that echoed through your mind, you tugged lightly in an attempt to keep yourself grounded, making him groan against your skin, a sound that sent your head spiraling down a never-ending slope of lust.

Standing a little straighter, you backed him up into the nearest wall, avoiding any piece of furniture in the way before resting one hand on his chest, feeling the taught muscles under your palm, as the other grabbed his chin to make him look down at you.

“Are you usually this bold?” Luke asked, panting as he tried to even his breathing when you finally took a short break, his chest heaving with each breath.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a little smirk dancing on your face. “I wish I was always like this, I would’ve kissed you way earlier. Why, y’like it ?”

“Damnit,” he groaned, swiping his hand over his face, “you’re so fucking hot.” He dipped his head to join your lips again, but you quickly pushed him back against the wall with your hand on his chin after barely a peck. Your smile broadened before you went on your tip-toes, leaving a kiss right at the corner of his lips, trailing along his cheekbone and letting your tongue wander the length of his scar while he exhaled heavily, eyes closed shut as he became almost putty at the surface of your touch. He could barely think past the sensation of your lips, his mind spinning, body practically arching into your touch.

“You’re not fair…”

“Then learn to enjoy the chase, because I don’t wanna play fair, right now,” you replied softly, eyes looking up at his pained expression with a smile in your gaze. “Can I?”

As the whisper reached his ears, Luke felt dainty finger playing with the first button of his short-sleeved shirt, twisting it around in anticipation, and his face got impossibly more flushed. “Whatever you want-” he replied with a heavy sigh, all possible tension in his body relaxing as he felt your lips pressing against the thin skin of his neck. He laid back on the wall completely, trapped within your grasp as your lips latched onto the skin of his torso, tracing the path right in the middle as you tugged off one by one each button of his shirt. “Shit… You're gonna make me loose it…”

“Good,” was all you murmured before letting your fingers nimbly undo the last few buttons, nose nudging his face so he’d face back down and kiss you. His lips were like honey and you were a bear, hungrily taking them in, tugging them between your teeth gently, wanting selfishly to keep them to yourself forever, and Luke was only mirroring your energy. His hands had found purchase at the nape of your neck, playing with stray hair and keeping your head angled without putting too much tension in your neck, giving him the perfect way down to match your hunger, eating at your lips like a starved man. Teeth were still clashing, tongues sweeping past lips to explore mouths and bringing the other in a maddening dance for the lead, while words consisted more in low whines and groaned moans than actual intelligible thoughts.

“How come- mmph- we never did this?”

The air was electric around the both of you, bolts of energy shooting in your body each time his fingers tugged your head a little further back, urging you for more. “I don’t know..” you sighed against Luke's lips, refusing to pull away, and he was the first to do as his lips reattached to your skin, grazing over your jaw in the most teasing tickle. “I didn’t think it’d ever work ou- oh dear gods, never stop that…”

Through the moan that left your lips as Luke finally —after minutes of holding himself back— suckled a purple bruise right under your jaw, the boy could only feel the surprise from your words and the flush adorning his face from the praise, feeling his body heating up. “Why would you of all people think that ?” he whispered against your skin, the vibration deliciously ringing up to your ears.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, your fingers finally leaving his clothed sides to run slowly down his heated skin, the feeling almost emboldening as your head filled with all the possibilities. “You’re just you, and I can’t talk to you unless I’m… well, like this-”

“Like this ?” he asked, a little quip accompanied by a smile you could feel tugging at his lips against your collarbone.

“Tipsy, Luke, I can’t fucking talk to you without this cheap ass vodka in my system, of course it didn’t happen earlier…” you sighed, pleased hums tumbling past your lips with each wet kiss he placed along your neck. Still, your hands didn’t shy away, tracing the outline of every muscle adorning his front, his chiseled chest, the dips and ridges of his abdomen, the low-waist of his cargo pants allowing you to gently trace the v-line adorning his hips, nails scratching against the skin until reaching the hem of his bottoms.

“Wow wow wait- slow down, pretty…” he immediately reacted, voice vibrating against your skin as he didn’t remove his face from the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips to entangle his fingers with yours, bringing them away from him and rather leaving them around his neck, arms resting loosely on his shoulders while he held your hands behind his head. “Let’s not-” he stopped for a second, gulping down hard, and you could feel his panting breath on your skin. “Let’s not… go there, yeah ?”

Whatever confusion might’ve been written on your face, it was quickly wiped right off as he tugged you closer by the arms, hands still in his, his face going back up to yours and crashing your mouths together. He didn’t let you go, didn’t let you move away, instead trying to get every parcel of your skin stuck to his: his hands left yours to fall around his neck, only to circle your waist back in a split second; his head was dipping to make you arch back in his touch, making sure his front was pressed against yours and his hands held you back; his tongue was persistent, pushing past your lips and tangling with yours any chance he got, letting you drink in low moans whenever your hands tugged at his curls while he walked you backwards.

It wasn’t long before he turned you both around, his hands on your waist and behind you thigh you tug you back on him as his knees hit a couch and he sat back on it. “You know, I could get used to this,” he murmured on your lips, refusing to pull away too far, and a shiver ran up your back while his hands idly traced meaningless patterns on your exposed skin.

“Don't, I wanna feel that feeling of new everytime.”

First request aaaaaaaah (im actually tweaking, anon i love you.)

I'm not really used to writing this kind of fic, i'm more into writing fluffy fluff, i guess, so i hope it's good <3

Tell me yourthoughts if you got any, recommendations and critics greatly appreciated ~

Love, Nana ♡

[luna-azzurra]

Enemies to lovers Prompts

Rival Bakers Who Can’t Stand Each Other… She thinks his croissants are too buttery. He thinks her cupcakes are overrated. They’ve spent years side-eyeing each other from across the town bakery scene, but now? They’re stuck in the same high-stakes baking competition. Forced to share tips, kitchen space, and maybe a few late-night practice sessions, they realize that hate tastes a lot like love, just with extra frosting.

The Nerd vs. The Popular Kid, but Feelings Get in the Way She’s the star of the debate team. He’s the guy who doesn’t even bring a backpack to school. They’ve never exchanged a sentence that wasn’t filled with sarcasm, until they’re paired for the biggest project of the semester. Deadlines, arguments, and way too many late-night study sessions later, the real problem isn’t the assignment. It’s the way they suddenly can’t stop looking at each other.

Small-Town War Over a Garden (And Also Their Hearts) She wants a peaceful community garden where kids can learn about nature. He wants a shiny new business development that totally doesn’t need another Starbucks. They start as enemies, throwing around legal jargon and passive-aggressive town hall speeches, but somehow, between planting flowers and fighting over zoning laws, their arguments start to feel a little too much like foreplay.

Fairy vs. Guardian... a Magical Disaster (That Ends in Love) She’s a reckless little menace with wings. He’s a brooding, by-the-book guardian of the enchanted forest. They get stuck together on one mission and immediately hate everything about each other, until late-night stakeouts and accidental life-saving moments make them rethink everything. Turns out, magic isn’t the most powerful force in the forest. They are.

Two Rival Animal Shelter Volunteers Who’d Rather Strangle Each Other than Fall in Love She thinks dogs belong on cozy blankets. He thinks they belong outside, running free. Every time they cross paths at the animal shelter, someone ends up yelling. But when a batch of abandoned puppies needs their help, they’re suddenly stuck working together. Between midnight feedings and arguing over the best chew toys, their rivalry starts feeling a little too much like flirting.

Office Enemies Forced to Play Nice (And Maybe Fall in Love) She’s a marketing genius. He’s a numbers guy. They’ve spent years throwing petty jabs across the conference table, but now? HR has shoved them into a mandatory team-building retreat. Hating each other is easy, until trust falls, long hikes, and a surprise power outage force them to rely on each other. Somewhere between late-night drinks and sharing a terrible hotel room, work rivalry turns into something else entirely.

From Prank Wars to Romance She runs the arts-and-crafts cabin. He’s all about extreme sports. They’ve been locked in a summer-long war of sabotage, but when a campfire accident (or an inconvenient thunderstorm) forces them to spend the night together in the mess hall, they realize that under all the teasing and competition, something softer has been simmering all along.

When Rival Artists Collide (and Create Something Unforgettable) She’s abstract. He’s hyperrealistic. Their art styles don’t match, and neither do their personalities. But when they’re stuck working on the same community mural, the insults fly fast, the paint starts splattering, and suddenly their rivalry turns into something far more intimate. Passionate arguments turn into passionate… other things.

Surfing Enemies Turned Ocean-Loving Soulmates She’s got the fastest wave rides. He’s got the sharpest turns. They’ve spent years battling it out on the water, but when a storm hits and they’re stranded on the same beach overnight, the salt air starts playing tricks on them. Maybe the real thrill isn’t the competition. Maybe it’s the way their names sound in each other’s mouths.

Here's My Free E-book On Amazon on character development,

And Here’s the Show, Don’t Tell freebie book and my newsletter.

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘

ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader x tess servopoulos

genre: smut, modern au, minors dni

word count: 2k

summary: you're new to town and tess invites you to go camping with her and joel.

warnings: fmf, threesome, flf dynamics, reader being eaten out for the first time, dirty talk, oral s.ex, cum eating/play, for the sake of this fic let's just imagine they have a very big tent they can actually stand in lmaodfb, things escalate quickly but honestly I just wanted to write some good old smut

a/n: this wasn't originally intended for the amazing @undercoverpena's april showers challenge BUT since I had already written the rain aspect of the fic I thought it would be nice to post this for it 💜

prompt: both/all parties get caught in the rain. 

**dividers by @saradika-graphics 💜

Breathing is hard. Walking is hard. Carrying the weight of your backpack is hard. 

But, the fresh air, the white clouds above, and the two people you’re with make up for it. 

Stopping briefly, you roll your shoulders and stretch, neither of them notice you. Not really. You figure it’s not really important if they do or don’t, it’s not like they’re that much ahead of you, catching up wouldn’t be difficult. You watch them, you must admit, a bit dreamily as they walk the bath they’re clearly so used to walking. You’re still surprised that the seasoned hikers invited you to a camping trip. Tess was the one to approach, she knew you were new and how overwhelming it’s been getting used to the people and the sights. She told you she and Joel would be going on a trip soon and that you should join. And even though your answer had been an eager yes, you were worried about holding them back. Admittedly, you weren’t the most fit and haven’t hiked anywhere in years. 

However, your excitement to spend time with not one but both of them had tipped the scale rather harshly. You’ve been harboring a secret crush on both of them, it was hard not to when both of them were charming and witty.

Now, as you walk behind them, you can't help but steal glances at the way Tess effortlessly navigates the trail, her hair swaying with each step. Joel walks beside her, occasionally pointing out interesting plants or landmarks, his backpack seeming almost weightless on his shoulders.

You catch yourself smiling as you imagine what adventures lie ahead on this trip.

You decide to pick up your pace, closing the gap between you and them. As you draw nearer, Tess glances back, her eyes brightening with a genuine smile as she sees you catching up.

"How's the hike treating you?"

You catch your breath and reply, "It's challenging, but I'm enjoying every moment of it."

Joel turns around with a friendly grin. "Glad to hear that. We've got a great spot picked out for camping tonight."

As the three of you continue forward, you feel a surge of excitement. Your legs might be aching, but you can't wait to see where the day takes you all.

Rain. 

At first, you thought you were unlucky. You had dreamed of campfire, smores and snuggling underneath the starlight, but with the first lightning strike and drop of water, you thought the two would be agitated, annoyed by the bad weather. 

But to your surprise, as the rain began to fall in earnest after setting the tent, Tess and Joel didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, they laughed and exchanged playful looks as they turned their heads up to the sky. Their infectious joy caught you off guard, and despite the downpour, you found yourself smiling too.

Then, unexpectedly, Joel's arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. A rush of warmth floods through you as his lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Simultaneously, Tess leans in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The moment is electrifying, filled with a blend of desire and affection.

Before you know it, Tess and Joel are gently guiding you towards the tent they had set up earlier. The rain continues to pour around you, but inside the cozy confines of the tent, a different kind of heat ignites. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Joel cups both your breasts tenderly from underneath, the wet fabric dampening his skin. You feel Tess’s eyes on your back, observing, taking in the details of the scene before her. Meanwhile, Joel’s gaze is glued to your pebbled nipples, he slowly drags his thumbs over them, your breath catching in your throat. “Does that feel good?” 

“It does,” your eyelids flutter, he repeats the movement, drawing circles this time. His eyes flicker up to meet yours. 

“So fucked out already,” he hums. “Our pretty little girl, so shy and hungry.” 

Tess stands from where she is sitting and circles her arms around your waist, fingers digging into your stomach, she pulls you flush against her. Your stomach bottoms out as you feel the plump flesh of her breasts against your back. Your lips part, you want to kiss her. 

You want to kiss her. 

You turn your head, chasing her lips with yours, before your eyes close, you see the mischievous curl of her lips. She pulls away and smiles even wider when you whine. “You’re so easy to tease.” 

Opening your eyes, you swallow, your body arches when Joel sneaks both hands under your shirt, lifting the fabric, goosebumps raise all over your skin. “Is that a bad thing?” you ask her, voice slightly shaking. 

“Not at all princess,” she drags her lips down your neck. “It just makes it even more amusing.” 

Your reply gets stuck in your throat as Joel dips down and sucks one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. He tightly closes his lips around the nub and flicks it with his tongue. Your body jolts, pleasure running through you like the lighting outside. Your head falls over Tess’s shoulder, she lays open-mouthed kisses over your neck, her hands unbuttoning your pants. 

“You want him to eat you out?” she breathes into your skin and without looking at either of them you nod. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten out, princess?” 

You lick your lips, “No,” you say half ashamed, and swallow. “This’ll be my first time.” 

Joel’s tongue stills on your skin and suddenly two hungry eyes come into your view. If you didn’t know better you’d say he looks pissed off. Never breaking eye contact, he continues what Tess started and pushes down your pants along with your underwear, leaving you bare to the chill of the tent. He pushes two fingers between your folds and starts stroking you, you shudder against both of them, and your breath hitches. 

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he says. “Beg me for it.” 

“Please.” 

He chuckles darkly, “Oh sweetheart, I ain’t gettin’ on my knees for that. Do better.” 

You let out a small gasp as he grips your chin, squeezing lightly. To provide comfort, Tess kisses the back of your neck, however, you can feel her smiling into your skin. 

“Please,” you say again. “I want you to make me come, Joel. I want to feel your tongue—I want you to be my first—” 

Your lips part for another incoming beg but he’s already sinking to his knees, large hands sliding up and down the back of your thighs. A shudder rolls up your spine. Tess’s hands replace Joel’s, kneading your breasts softly. 

His hands finally come between your thighs, gently nudging them so you open wider. You see a flicker of a smile when you do, amused, he drags two fingers between your folds. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” 

“She’s not the only one,” Tess chuckles. “Now get on with it, Miller. I’m impatient.” 

He clicks his tongue without retaliating further. You feel the warmth of his breath on your core, and slowly, he presses his lips over your mound, the scratch of his beard making it an exquisite experience. You moan at the touch of his tongue, it moves slowly, circling your clit and going deeper. His nails bite into your skin, the sounds he makes between your legs are downright sinful. Your legs begin to shake. 

“Shh it’s okay,” Tess whispers against your cheek. “Just give him a taste and we’ll lay you down, princess. I know you can do it.” 

Joel grunts in approval, the timber of the sound making you whimper. His hands slide up to your ass and he squeezes the mounds roughly, pushing you further against his mouth. He licks and sucks, when you feel the bite of his nails against your skin, you finally come undone. 

Your knees threaten to give out under you, the only thing holding you upright being the two stunning people consuming you. Tess smiles against your skin, kissing and licking the salt of your skin. Meanwhile, Joel moans rather loudly, licking everything you have to offer as you come, come and come some more. You’ve never felt anything this intense before. The air is knocked from your lungs, your body ice cold yet burning up at the same time. 

You’re vaguely aware of Joel standing, the man who was worshipping you between your legs suddenly towering over you. He has a small smile as he leans in, you think he’s going to kiss the slope of your shoulder first but then you hear the soft sounds of two lips coming together. With the corner of your eyes, you see them. Tess and Joel kissing, their tongues sliding into each other's mouth, sharing your taste—

“Fuck,” you whisper, your cunt throbbing. They both smile, lips curving in an almost malicious way. As they break apart, Tess licks Joel’s lips, her eyes find yours. 

“Someone’s still hungry for more,” she teases, slowly stripping. “Get on all fours for us, princess.” 

You swallow and do as she says. You feel Joel’s large hands cup the mounds of your ass, squeezing tenderly. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Such a goddamn sight.” 

Your back arches into his touch. He drags two thick fingers between your folds as Tess lays down, spreading her legs. Your eyes immediately drop to her center, the soft hair that crowns her pretty pussy. You see her glisten with want and your mouth waters. 

“Don’t be shy now,” she smiles. “Have a taste.” 

Her fingers curl around the back of your neck and at the same time, you feel the head of Joel’s cock stretching you wide. Your eyes roll as you part your lips, Tess moans loudly when your tongue swirls around her puffy clit. You can’t think straight. Joel buries himself deep holding himself there for a second before pulling back and slamming forward. Your moan into Tess’s cunt, your lips parting away briefly every he pulls himself back. 

“Best cunt I’ve ever had,” he grunts through clenched teeth. “How does it feel sweetheart? You enjoyin’ yourself?” 

You flatten your tongue against Tess’s folds and moan, your body clenching. 

“She is,” Tess answers on your behalf, breathless. “Such a sweet girl letting us use her like this.” 

Your eyes close tightly shut, sweat drips down your spine, your body a vessel of pleasure. Every muscle in your body tightens, and you hear both of them groan. You close your lips around Tess’s clit and flick your tongue, her head falls, gushing into your mouth. Joel’s watches intently, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his hand comes against the back of your head and he pushes you further down. 

“Good girl,” he growls, the pace of his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck, that’s it, lick her clean.” 

Tess moans again, the loud sounds becoming whimpers. You can barely breathe but you don’t care. With one final thrusts you come undone around Joel’s cock, your body squeezing him like a vice. 

When the violent shudders of your body become gentle waves, Joel pulls out. Your head falls limply against Tess’s stomach, her hand gently rubbing your neck. A soft gasp leaves you when you see Joel shuffling closer, his cock still hard and glistening. You watch as he strokes himself only mere inches away from your face, the head of his cock an angry shade of red. 

You stick out your tongue as he spills himself over your face and Tess’s stomach. Another pulse of pleasure spreads throughout your body. Tess let’s out a deep sigh, gathering some of the come with her fingers, she pushes them between your lips. 

“Fuck,” Joel sighs, sitting back on his heels. A small smile forms against your lips as you suck on Tess’s fingers, when she pulls them out, you dip your tongue into the mess over her stomach and swallow every drop. 

“Filthy girl,” Tess muses. “And here I’ve been callin’ you princess.” 

“Your fault,” you mumble, looking away, your cheeks burn. 

Joel leans in, capturing your lips before whispering. 

“Don’t pout. You’ll always be our princess.” 

[moonselune]

I have no idea if you will be able to do this in time

But can you throw some Halloween headcanons with all the bg3 main companions! <3

Babe the way I had to SEARCH for this ask in the sea of requests, but I was determined. So I am going to do a halloween scenario but moreso the bg3 companions reacting to you forcing them to dress up for halloween ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

BG3 Companions | Halloween

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

Karlach narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed over her chest as she looked down at the costume you’d spent the last few nights putting together. You could tell she was holding back a smirk, but she was still being stubborn.

“A campfire?” she asked with exaggerated skepticism, raising one eyebrow. “Soldier, you want me to dress up as a campfire?”

“Yes!” you replied with enthusiasm, clutching the little bundle of accessories you’d made for her. “Look, it’s perfect for you! You’re warm, you bring everyone together, you light up every room you’re in—and, let’s face it, you’ve got literal flames licking off your skin when you get excited.” You held up the marshmallow sticks you’d crafted. “It’ll be fun! Kids will love it!”

She kept her arms crossed but looked intrigued despite herself, glancing down at the costume pieces in your hands. You could see her hesitation melting bit by bit.

“C’mon, please?” you added, giving her a soft smile. “I swear it’ll be worth it. I’ll even do all the cleanup afterward. And… I’ll owe you for this,” you promised, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

Karlach let out a dramatic sigh, letting you take that as a small victory.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she said, shaking her head, but she finally relented, holding out her arms for you to start putting the costume together.

You beamed and set to work. The base of the costume was a simple brown wrap to resemble logs, snugly wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulders, you draped a soft, red cloak with fire resistant felt flames that flickered and shimmered with the charms you’d enchanted to give her natural flames an extra glow. You attached more flames around her wrists and ankles, creating the effect of a warm, roaring campfire with her at the center. She rolled her eyes when you added the final touches—two wooden sticks with marshmallows glued onto them—but her lips twitched up in a reluctant smile.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, hands on her hips as she looked from side to side, assessing your work.

“Alright, alright,” she admitted with a smile finally breaking through. “Guess I do look kinda… cozy.”

The kids were already gathering by the time you led her to the village, their eyes wide as they spotted Karlach’s flaming costume from a distance. A little crowd started to form, kids cheering and jumping around as they spotted the 'campfire lady'. Karlach’s surprise melted into delight as she held out the marshmallow sticks, laughing as the kids shyly took turns roasting their treats on her flaming hands.

“Whoa, you’re really warm!” one of them gasped, his marshmallow turning golden as he held it close to her hand. Karlach laughed, patting him gently on the shoulder.

“Just wait ‘til you see it when it’s really glowing,” she whispered playfully, letting the flames on her skin flicker up just a bit higher. The kids gasped and cheered, completely in awe of her. One by one, she helped them roast marshmallows to perfection, giving tips on how to achieve the perfect golden brown.

You stayed nearby, watching with a smile as Karlach lit up the entire square, her laughter carrying over the joyful chatter of the crowd around her. She looked down at you, and the affection in her eyes was almost as warm as her flames.

“You win,” she murmured when she finally got a moment with you. “Look at their little faces… they’re eating it up.”

“Told you it was perfect,” you replied, squeezing her hand gently. “Look how happy they are because of you.”

Karlach’s smile softened, and she glanced back at the group of kids eagerly taking turns roasting their treats, some even asking for a second or third marshmallow just to keep the fun going. She was practically glowing now, in every sense of the word.

As the night wound down, her costume had become a sticky mess of marshmallow smudges and crumbs, and her cheeks were sore from hours of smiling. But you could tell she was basking in the warmth of it all—the happiness, the laughter, the looks of awe and wonder from the kids who’d never seen anything like her. She was still chuckling as she helped hand out the last of the marshmallows, patting one of the kids gently on the back as he ran off, marshmallow goo on his face.

Once the square emptied out, Karlach sighed contentedly, her flames flickering down as she took a moment to breathe. She looked over at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “This was… just the best. They loved it.”

You leaned into her embrace, resting your head against her shoulder.

“Anything for you,” you replied softly. “And hey, I always knew you’d make a perfect campfire.”

She chuckled, ruffling your hair as she kissed the top of your head. “Guess you’re right,” she murmured.

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

“Absolutely not,” Minthara stated firmly, crossing her arms as she eyed the displacer beast costume you held up.

“Come on, my love,” you coaxed, stepping closer with a grin. “It’s perfect. Even you’ve said you have feline instincts! Just… imagine prowling around like a creature of the night.” You wiggled the tail in front of her, hoping the flickering, eerie lights of the little village might inspire her to humor you.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly unamused by your pitch, though her lips twitched in a way that suggested she might find it a little funny.

“I will not be reduced to childish imitations,” she spat, looking at the sleek, dark-furred costume in disdain. “And I won’t wear it.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, smiling deviously as you watched her flick her gaze from you to the costume and back again. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but she barely had a chance to react as you launched yourself at her, pressing her backward and shoving the soft, padded costume onto her shoulders. She let out a startled yelp, trying to shake you off as you shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrestled the hood over her head.

“Oh, for the love of the gods!” Minthara barked, half-heartedly pushing at you as you pulled the furry ears into place. “I swear, I will make you pay for this.”

Once she was securely wrapped up in the costume—whiskers, padded tail, and all—you stepped back to take in the sight. The sleek black fabric hugged her form, with the twin displacer beast tentacles curling over her shoulders and around her waist, giving her an undeniably mischievous look. She was, in short, perfectly suited to it, with her sharp eyes peeking out from beneath the hood.

“Touch it, and you won’t see the bed for a week,” you said sharply, stopping her just as she was about to rip the hood off.

Minthara froze, her fingers twitching as her gaze shot to you, then narrowed into a glare. “You would not dare.”

“Oh, I would,” you replied coolly. “So, you can keep it on, or you can test me.” You raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze with steady determination.

For a long moment, she merely glowered at you, clearly weighing her options. Finally, with a loud, frustrated sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and adjusted her grip on the costume’s tail.

“Fine,” she growled. “But if any sticky little goblin-child comes near me, I’m dropkicking them into the next village.”

You grinned, throwing an arm around her waist as you pulled her toward the village square. “Deal.”

The festive lights and happy chatter of the town greeted you both as you arrived, with children and adults alike laughing, running from house to house for treats. You walked with Minthara through the little streets, watching her scan every corner as if searching for an ambush—and giving a barely audible growl every time someone giggled or whispered about her costume.

At one point, you turned to compliment a young child on their ghost costume, only to feel Minthara pull away from you. When you turned back, you were met with an amusing sight: Minthara, surrounded by a swarm of wide-eyed children, all grinning up at her with excitement.

“Wow! Are you a real displacer beast?” one kid asked, eyes round with awe.

“By the Underdark no,” she muttered, jaw clenched as the small army of sticky fingers approached her. She shot you a panicked, murderous look as a tiny hand tugged on one of the tentacles.

You bit back laughter, taking a few steps closer and whispering to the crowd with increased urgency as Minthara prepared to raise her leg,“Hey, I hear there’s a house down the street giving out massive chocolate bars! Biggest ones in the village!”

In an instant, the kids cheered and bolted off, racing toward the promise of candy and leaving Minthara in blessed silence once again.

As they vanished into the night, Minthara took a deep, steadying breath, muttering something under her breath about “never doing this again” and “cursed mortal children.” But as you wrapped your arm around her shoulders once more, you felt her hand slip into yours, her grip surprisingly gentle.

“You did great,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And I think that’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time.”

Minthara huffed, but she couldn’t hide the small, begrudging smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at you with a steely gaze that dared you to even try.

"Under no circumstances," she intoned firmly, "am I dressing up as a frog. It is disgraceful."

“Oh, come on, Lae’zel,” you pleaded, holding up the frog costume with hopeful eyes. “Just this once, for me?”

She scoffed, looking as though the very idea of her in a giant frog suit might singlehandedly ruin her reputation among all Githyanki.

"You expect a warrior, Prince Orpheus' comet, to be reduced to… this?” She waved her hand dismissively at the costume, shaking her head in disgust. “No.”

“But think about it,” you said, your voice lilting, knowing you had to play this one carefully. “The kids would love it. It’s Hallow’s Eve! Everyone’s supposed to dress up as something a little fun.”

Lae’zel’s expression didn’t budge, her jaw set as she shook her head, staring you down as if daring you to continue. “I have no use for human frivolities. I won’t degrade myself.”

You pulled out the big guns, stepping closer and widening your eyes, letting your lip quiver just a little. “Please?”

Her expression faltered, only slightly.

“That,” she said slowly, “will not work on me. I am Githyanki. We do not bow to… emotional manipulations.”

You let a single tear slide down your cheek, adding a sniff for good measure.

She blinked, visibly thrown, and as much as she tried to maintain her composure, her brow furrowed just the slightest bit in concern. “Stop that. This tactic is beneath you.”

“Oh,” you sighed dramatically, looking down at the frog suit with a crestfallen expression. “I just thought… I thought it’d be cute to see you dressed up with everyone. But I understand,” you murmured, holding the costume close to you as if it was your crushed hopes and dreams.

She groaned, something she did not often do, and before she could stop herself, she muttered, “Fine. But I will wield my sword.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lae’zel emerged, reluctantly pulling on the last piece of her frog costume, looking very much the part of an amphibian warrior—frog head, billowing frog suit, and all, though her stern expression and tightly gripped longsword made her look anything but harmless.

You grinned widely, knowing that getting her to dress up had been worth the effort.

“You look amazing,” you said, trying not to laugh. “Really fierce.”

She glared at you, her nostrils flaring slightly, but she couldn’t entirely hide her intrigue when you pointed to a group of children gathered nearby, staring in awe.

“They look scared,” she noted, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

“You’re a frog warrior, Lae’zel! Of course, they’re a little intimidated. But they’ll love you.” And before she could protest further, you gently nudged her toward the kids.

She turned, moving with that same fierce stance, and the children’s eyes widened as she approached, frog-headed and sword-clad.

“Kneel before me, tiny humans,” she commanded, her voice booming.

The kids squealed in delight and mock terror, darting back a few steps before returning, emboldened, their eyes shining as they circled her. Lae’zel raised her sword with a mock-threatening gesture, and they scattered again, laughing.

You watched her as she continued, enjoying herself more than you’d ever seen. She even leaned down to growl at a particularly bold child who tugged on her frog hood. As the children ran off to continue their candy hunt, she glanced back at you with a rare grin.

“Perhaps this is not such a pointless human tradition after all,” she said, lifting her chin proudly.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around her. “Told you it’d be fun.”

With a satisfied nod, she squeezed your shoulder. “For you,” she muttered, “I may tolerate more… indulgences.”

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Convincing Shadowheart to wear a Halloween costume was proving more difficult than you expected.

"Absolutely not," she said, crossing her arms and giving you a firm, albeit playful, glare. "I am a cleric—not a witch." She added that last word with the distaste of someone who’d just bitten into something sour. “In fact, I hate witches. They’re insidious manipulators, and my faith has been muddled enough.”

“But look,” you said, holding up the sleek black witch’s hat and the carefully layered robes with stitched arcane symbols and starry patches. “It’s not a real witch outfit; it’s just for fun! You’d be my witch, and I’d be your little black cat.” You dangled a set of matching costumes with a playful grin.

She eyed the ensemble, a skeptical frown on her lips. “No,” she said, looking away but unable to hide the faint smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth. “Absolutely not.”

You sighed, dramatically bringing a hand to your chest. “You’d look amazing, Shadowheart, all mystical and dark and mysterious. Besides, you can do whatever you want with me for a whole week if you wear it.”

At this, her eyebrows rose. The idea had clearly sparked something.

“Anything I want?” Her voice was all shadow and intrigue, her usual intensity turning mischievous.

You nodded, maintaining eye contact and trying not to grin. “Anything you want. All yours.”

She raised an eyebrow, mulling it over for only a second before taking the costume from your hands.

“Fine,” she said, her tone cool but her eyes glimmering. “But if I’m going to be a witch, I’m going to be the scariest one anyone’s ever seen.”

Once she was dressed, you put on your cat ears and tail, and you couldn’t help but stare. The dark robes flowed around her elegantly, and the hat sat tilted perfectly, lending her an air of dark enchantment that somehow made her even more striking.

“You know,” you said, giving her an appreciative once-over, “I was right. You do look amazing.”

She laughed softly, casting her hand toward you in mock threat, almost as if she were casting a spell.

“You’ve barely seen anything yet,” she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself now. “So are you my little black cat or not?”

You purred playfully in response, much to her amusement, and then surprised her with a whistle.

“What are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Just then, Scratch came bounding over, tail wagging, with tiny bat wings strapped to his back. Shadowheart’s face softened immediately as she took in the sight of him, her usual stoic demeanor melting.

“Oh,” she whispered, genuinely moved. “Look at him. He’s… precious.”

Scratch barked, looking between you two as though awaiting approval for his costume. She crouched down, stroking his head and adjusting his bat wings gently.

“Well, aren’t you just the most terrifying little creature?” she cooed, her eyes twinkling with rare, unguarded warmth.

“You almost died from the cuteness just now, didn’t you?” you teased, leaning in beside her as she scratched Scratch’s ears.

She gave you a playful glare, the warmth never leaving her face. “Maybe. But if you tell anyone that, your week of servitude will be much more demanding.”

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Convincing Jaheira to dress up for Hallows Eve took every ounce of charm and determination you possessed. She gave you an unimpressed look the first time you suggested it, her arms crossed as she tried to resist even the hint of a smirk.

"I am far too old for this," she said, voice steady but with the faintest gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"But you’re never too old to be the fiercest dragon in Faerûn," you replied, holding up the costume with a hopeful smile. It was more elegant than over-the-top—a deep green cloak, trimmed with silver threads and sewn to look like scales in some parts, with shoulder pieces that bore subtle, dragon-like wings. The cloak even had a hood lined with intricate, subtle horns.

Jaheira raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed as she examined the costume in your hands.

“You want me to dress as a dragon?” she said, giving you a half-smile. "Just because I am fierce does not mean I wish to look like a… large, scaly lizard."

“Not just any dragon," you said, "but the most fearsome one that guards a priceless horde.” You gestured to yourself, draped in layers of golden fabrics and glittering chains, glimmering bracelets, and rings on nearly every finger. Each piece shone and reflected the light like freshly minted coins. “See? I’m your horde. Your treasure.”

Jaheira’s lips curved into a reluctant smile, and she shook her head with a bemused sigh.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmured, and reached for the costume, the softest of chuckles escaping her lips.

You watched as she draped the cloak over her shoulders, fastening it with an elegant clasp at her collarbone. The fabric rippled like scales as she moved, accentuating the already powerful presence she carried. As she lifted the hood, a subtle yet enchanting transformation took place—suddenly, she wasn’t just Jaheira anymore. She was your fierce dragon, mysterious and mighty, with her eyes glinting like a true creature of legend.

When she turned to look at you, her smile was edged with a bit of playful danger.

“Well, how do I look?” she asked, voice low and almost teasing, as though she already knew the answer.

“Like you were born for this,” you said, unable to hide the awe in your voice. “It’s perfect.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, caught up in a silence that buzzed with something neither of you wanted to name just yet. Slowly, Jaheira’s fingers reached out to toy with the golden necklace resting on your collarbone. Her eyes roved over the glinting pieces, taking in how they draped against your skin and the way they caught the light.

“My horde,” she murmured with a half-smile, fingers trailing down to the bracelets on your wrist. “Fitting.”

You could see the tension fading from her shoulders, the amusement warming her eyes.

“So… shall we go scare the town as the most fearsome dragon and their horde?” you asked, barely able to keep from leaning in closer. Jaheira paused, her fingers still tracing the edges of your jewelry. She gave you a smile, this time softer, more private.

“Perhaps we should stay here instead,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, her tone laced with affection.

Your hand moved to her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of the cloak as she drew you closer. Her lips found yours in a kiss that was more intense than you’d expected, her touch gentle yet commanding, like the steady, powerful confidence she carried herself with. The night you’d planned on spending out quickly became one spent in each other's arms, with her "horde" all too willing to be claimed by the dragon’s fierce, undivided attention.

It wasn’t long before the costumes were discarded, a trail of glittering gold left across the floor. And though you never left the door that night, it was a Hallows Eve neither of you would soon forget.

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

Convincing Gale to dress up for Hallows Eve took some careful nudging, but once he was finally on board, you couldn’t resist suggesting a costume idea that had you giggling before you even explained it to him.

"A zombie? Really?" he asked, folding his arms in mock disappointment, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Of all the magical beings and creatures of wonder in Faerûn, you’d pick something so… single-mindedly undead?"

You stifled another laugh, the logic too ridiculous to resist sharing.

“But Gale,” you said, putting on your most serious face, “you’re a wizard, right?”

“Yes, last I checked,” he replied with a smirk, leaning forward to humor you. "I was fairly certain my profession was clear."

“And wizards have a certain… thirst for knowledge, don’t they?” you continued, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“Indeed. In some cases, it can be quite insatiable,” he replied, genuinely intrigued now but slightly wary, as if sensing a twist in the logic you were spinning.

You bit back a grin, leaning in closer. “And where is knowledge kept, my dear wizard?”

Gale’s brow furrowed, and he answered slowly, “…in the brain?”

“Exactly! And what do zombies love?” you asked, finally breaking into a fit of giggles as he let out a groan.

“Brains,” he said, the realization hitting him with both exasperation and amusement. "Oh, that’s… it’s dreadful. You’ve managed to connect wizards and zombies on a deeper level than I’d care to admit."

You couldn’t stop laughing, enjoying every second of his feigned outrage, especially with the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his smile. “Come on, Gale! It’s perfect, really. You’re already driven by a pursuit for knowledge, and zombies just… have a more basic approach to that pursuit.”

“Yes, basic indeed,” he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. But the grin was there, and you could see that he was secretly pleased by your reasoning, despite his protests. “Alright,” he conceded, rolling his eyes with a touch of dramatic flair, “I’ll do it. For the sake of your delightful, albeit tenuous, reasoning. But don’t expect me to groan and stumble like a true zombie. I’ll bring a touch of wizardly sophistication to the role.”

With a gleam of excitement, you began applying some light makeup to him, smudging dark shadow around his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks a little to give him that authentic "undead scholar" look. He humored you as you mussed his hair and added a few streaks of pale gray to mimic age, decay, or perhaps an “undead wizard” who’d spent too many sleepless nights with his spellbooks.

“There, perfect,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You’re like a zombie who rose from the grave just to keep researching.”

Gale examined himself in the mirror, shaking his head with mock dismay.

“I look… disturbingly convincing,” he admitted. “My own brilliance, tragically reduced to a brain-hungry husk. Who would’ve thought?” His eyes sparkled with affection as he turned back to you. "Only you would be able to charm me into such a ridiculous costume, you know."

You grinned, brushing a hand down his tattered robes. “And you look perfect. Just the right balance of terrifying and brainy.”

With the finishing touches done, the two of you made your way to join the festivities in the village. Gale remained in character, delivering overly dramatic monologues about his unending 'hunger for knowledge' to anyone who’d listen, pausing now and then to compliment your costume and hold your hand.

It wasn’t long before you had to admit—seeing Gale, the ever-serious wizard, play the part of a hungry zombie all for your sake was nothing short of adorable. And even Gale, in his begrudging way, had to admit he was rather enjoying himself, especially when he saw how happy it made you.

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

Convincing Astarion to think outside the box for Hallows Eve had proved to be a herculean task. As soon as you mentioned costumes, he’d declared, "I’ll go as a vampire, obviously. Dark, seductive, the very spirit of mystery and allure. What else could possibly fit me better?"

“Exactly, Astarion,” you’d replied, stifling a grin, “you are a vampire. You need something different for Hallows Eve, something unexpected.”

He sighed dramatically, reclining with his hands laced behind his head, grumbling as he eyed you in amusement. “Fine, fine, but it better be something worthy of my looks. And what about you? I’ve got plenty of ideas, you know.”

“Oh, do you?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He flashed his wicked smile. “Of course. Let’s see… Sexy Sorceress? Sexy Demon? Ooh—Sexy Darkling would suit you perfectly. I’d even consider it a personal favor if you leaned into that one.” His tone was so sincere that it took a few beats before you realized he was utterly teasing, and you had to laugh, swatting at his arm.

“No. You’re the one we’re dressing up today,” you insisted, rolling your eyes. For the better part of the afternoon, you raided chests, examined cloaks, and threw around ideas that Astarion batted down faster than you could conjure up new ones.

As he tossed yet another cloak aside, you had a sudden flash of inspiration.

“…An angel,” you murmured, half to yourself. Astarion’s eyebrow rose, a skeptical look in his eyes as he scoffed.

“An angel?” He chuckled, leaning forward as he looked you up and down. “Is this another one of your schemes to get me into something ridiculous?”

“No, Astarion, listen,” you said, your eyes bright. “You’re the one who always describes this life you were robbed of—the choices taken from you, the light that was snuffed out. You could have been anyone, done anything… Maybe even something truly beautiful. But Cazador stole that.” Your voice softened as you reached for his hand. “So, yes. An angel. For the grace and strength you deserve.”

For a moment, he stared at you, genuinely speechless, his smug smile slipping into something far more vulnerable. He swallowed hard, a rare flicker of uncertainty dancing across his face.

“An… angel,” he repeated quietly, his voice almost reverent. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your expression tender as you reached up, gently cupping his face. “Yes. You deserve it, Astarion.”

His eyes glistened, a touch of softness shining through his usual guarded expression. He let out a disbelieving huff, though the hint of a smile broke through.

“Damn you,” he whispered, his voice choked. “Only you could make such a ridiculous idea sound…”

“Perfect?” you teased softly, a playful gleam in your eye. His laugh was soft, almost self-conscious, as he held onto your hands.

“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perfect.”

You spent the next hour piecing together the outfit: an immaculate white tunic with golden accents, a radiant pair of ethereal wings you managed to string together with illusion magic, and even a soft golden circlet to frame his curls. He watched you fuss over each detail, looking at you with a warmth that was rarely seen. The finishing touch was a faint dusting of golden powder along his cheeks, giving him a soft, celestial glow.

When you finally stepped back to admire him, the sight of him took your breath away. Astarion, the vampire, dressed as an angel, a being of light and grace, standing before you with quiet awe.

“You… you look beautiful,” you said softly, almost reverently.

For a moment, Astarion said nothing, just took your hands, holding them as though grounding himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a gratitude he rarely showed.

“I can’t believe you’d see me like this,” he whispered, looking down as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles. "After everything."

You smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You don’t need to believe it. I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

He held your gaze for a long moment, a slow, grateful smile spreading across his face. And in that instant, it was as if the weight of all he’d endured softened, even if just a little, by your love and belief in him.

“Now,” you said with a grin, finally breaking the charged silence, “about that Sexy Darkling costume—”

“Oh, darling,” he smirked, his usual charm back in full force, “Have I told you how much I love you?"

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

The plan had sounded so simple when you first proposed it to Wyll: a costume for Hallows Eve, something playful and lighthearted, a chance to see him let loose and have fun. Wyll, ever the gentleman and ever your romantic, had agreed instantly, his eyes lighting up as he imagined himself in an outfit befitting a knight or perhaps a dashing prince. "A hero from a fairytale,” he’d said with an easy smile, practically glowing with excitement.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell him right away that you had something a bit… softer in mind.

“A ram?” he’d said, blinking in polite confusion when you finally explained, taking in your expression with a hopeful, albeit slightly uncertain smile. “As in, horns, wool, and… hooves?”

“Well, yes,” you replied, giving him a sweet smile and lightly tracing his curved horns. “Just think how cute you’d look! You already have the horns to make it work! And besides, I promised the kids that they could be part of your herd. You’d be leading them around as their grand, fluffy ram!”

Wyll looked at you, mouth slightly open, clearly battling an internal struggle.

“So… you want me to be… their flock leader?” His tone was diplomatic, but his face said he was clearly trying to figure out an escape route.

“Oh, please, Wyll?” you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, complete with a dramatic little sigh. “It would mean so much to me. And the kids would be so disappointed if you said no. They’re so excited, and I was going to be your shepherd! Just imagine it: me with my shepherd’s staff and you as my sweet, cuddly ram.”

He let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “You know that I love you,” he said with a resigned sigh, though his eyes were filled with reluctant amusement. “And that is the only reason I’m doing this.”

Soon after, you presented him with a bundle of fluffy white fabric and a headband with cute, spiraled horns to go over his own. Wyll held up the costume with a look of pure disbelief.

“This is… quite the outfit,” he muttered, feeling the woolen fluff between his fingers with a rueful shake of his head. But there was warmth in his eyes when he looked back at you. “I suppose you won’t take no for an answer?”

“Not when you’ll look this adorable,” you teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on, the sooner you put it on, the sooner we can get out there and show everyone!”

With one last sigh, he started changing, grumbling good-naturedly under his breath the entire time. When he emerged, draped in the full, wooly monstrosity of the costume, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He was covered head to toe in the fluffy, bouncy material, with his horns peeking out just above his ears, and little painted hooves on his hands and feet.

“You… look incredible,” you managed to say, stifling another laugh. He sighed, though a smirk was already forming on his lips.

“Only because I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t,” he replied, crossing his arms. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And you’re lucky I have such a good eye for costumes,” you countered, reaching up to adjust one of his horns. “Just wait until you see how much everyone loves it!”

With your shepherd’s staff in hand and Wyll reluctantly donning his oversized, fluffy ensemble, the two of you set out to the village. As you’d promised, the children were absolutely thrilled to see him, cheering and calling out his name as they ran up to pet the soft wool on his costume. They giggled and followed him around like a little flock, tugging on his ‘hooves’ and patting his fluffy sleeves.

Wyll sighed but gave you a resigned smile over the children’s heads, his eyes softened by the sight of their joy.

“You win,” he said quietly, his voice warm with affection. “I’ll admit it’s worth it for this.”

You just grinned, leaning into his shoulder as you watched the children play around him. “And here you thought you’d hate it,” you teased.

He chuckled, pulling you close with a light squeeze. “Don’t be so quick to assume. But next time, I’m going as a knight. Dashing hero. Deal?”

“Deal,” you replied with a smile, squeezing his hand and leading your very own ram back to his happy flock.

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

Convincing Halsin to dress up as a bumblebee took a great deal of pleading, gentle nudging, and some carefully chosen words about certain late night activities, but after much persistence, he’d finally agreed, albeit with a few lingering doubts.

“You know I could just shift into one,” he’d grumbled, watching as you held up a tiny headband with wobbly antennae, complete with a pair of small, transparent wings.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you countered, barely containing your grin. “Besides, with the way you sneak into beehives for honey, consider this an homage to the bees you’ve ‘borrowed’ from all these years.”

That had made him pause, a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes, and with a resigned sigh, he finally took the costume from you, muttering something about how ridiculous he’d look. It took him a while to wrestle himself into the striped outfit—he was, after all, a towering druid with muscles to match, and the costume had certainly not been designed with his broad shoulders in mind. But when he finally emerged, you were struggling not to laugh.

This hulking figure of nature, all muscle and authority, stood in the doorway wearing a snug black-and-yellow striped shirt, tiny, flimsy wings that were far too small for his back, and a headband with wobbly antennae that looked especially ridiculous given his usual stoic, serene expression. Halsin gave you a look, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to say a word.

“Well?” he rumbled, crossing his arms. “Is this ridiculous enough for you, my heart?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, struggling to keep a straight face. “I think it’s… adorable. Don’t you feel adorable?”

Halsin sighed, a deep rumble in his chest, but a smile was starting to pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Yes,” he smiled begrudgingly, his voice low and soft. “Yes, I suppose I do feel adorable.”

You stepped forward, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his lips, which softened his gruff expression as he chuckled. "That’s the spirit, my big, bumbling bee."

Just as he was getting used to the idea, you led him out to the Grove, where the surprise you’d prepared awaited. There, all the orphans of the Grove he cared for stood in a little cluster, each dressed as a tiny bee, buzzing and flapping their wings as they ran up to him.

One by one, they came over, reaching out to tug at his costume, laughing and running circles around him, calling out, “Look, Daddy Halsin, we’re just like you!”

Halsin’s stern expression melted completely as he looked at them, pride and warmth shining in his eyes. It suddenly made sense why you’d been so insistent on the costume. He knelt down, arms outstretched, and the children flocked to him, piling onto his lap and shoulders, each a little bee in their own right.

His gaze met yours, full of gratitude and affection. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked softly, his smile so tender it made your heart ache.

“I thought it might make tonight a little more memorable,” you said, watching as the children proudly showed off their costumes, making buzzing sounds and flapping their little wings.

Halsin chuckled deeply, pulling you in for another kiss, one arm wrapped around you and the other holding a little bee who clung to his shoulder. “I am surrounded by the sweetest hive I could ever ask for,” he murmured, glancing between you and the children.

You beamed at him, knowing that tonight would be a memory not just for the children, but for him as well—your big, bumblebee protector, with a heart as soft as honey.

🎃🌙.𖥔 ݁ ˖༉‧₊˚🕯️❀༉‧₊˚.🐈‍⬛

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Okay so very cracky and probs a bit ooc but I just could not get this out of my head. Hope you guys enjoyed this and that you all have a very wonderful and safe halloween over the next few days ! - Seluney xox

If you want to support me in other ways | Help keep this moonmaiden caffeinated x

[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warning/tags: choso confesses his feelings, lil bit of angst, mention of sex, mentions of prior trauma, suggestive themes, I have subconsciously picked a side, oops I don’t know when this will end A/N: little later than I intened to post, but here it is! I hope you all enjoy, I'll be diving deeper into choso x reader with more slight sukuna x reader in the background (one sided on his part). I'm currently over 2,000 miles away from home visiting my boyfriend so I'm not sure if an update will come this week or not, we shall see! (｡- .•)

index part nine | part eleven

part ten word count: 3,446

the next morning, a surprising calm settled over the cabin: Sukuna was gone. Yuji gathered everyone together, sharing the news that Sukuna had packed up and slipped away early, leaving only a brief text for his brother: a simple “see you at home”. you felt a twing of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the sense of relief that washed over you. 

Without Sukuna’s chaotic energy looming, the last day at the cabin unfolded exactly as you had hoped. more hiking, more fun, and more drinking around the campfire.

as the day came to a close, a bittersweet feeling settled in. you didn’t want it to end; the thought of returning home meant facing Sukuna again, and it also marked the approach of summer’s end. after a long, well-deserved hot shower, you tackled the last of your packing. finally, you slipped into bed, cozying up with a book while soft lofi music played in the background – Choso had rubbed off on you. 

just as you were getting lost in your story, a gentle knock interrupted your peace. you placed your bookmark and got up to answer the door. when you opened it, Choso stood there, dressed in gray sweatpants and an oversized black tee. his dark hair was half tied back, the rest falling messily around his neck. 

“can I come in?” he asked softly, and you nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

“what’s up? can’t sleep?” concern creased your brow as you studied him – it was unusual for him to seek you out like this.

“something like that.” he replied, offering a lopsided smile that made you feel a little lighter.

“well, come in and hang out then.” you motioned for him to sit on the bed, the comforting scent of his cologne wrapping around you as he passed. “I can’t sleep either. I’m not sure I want to go back tomorrow.”

“wanting to stay away from Sukuna a little longer, I assume?” he asked, settling into a comfortable spot. you nodded, and he chuckled softly. “can’t say I disagree with you there.”

you settled back onto the bed, the atmosphere in the room shifting slightly as the two of you exchanged glances. an unspoken tension hung in the air, a mix of comfort and something deeper that neither of you dared to acknowledge. 

Choso leaned back on his hands, his eyes wandering to the window, where rays of moonlight peeked through the blinds. “it’s been nice here, hasn’t it.” he said, his voice almost reflective. “I wish we could just stay forever.” 

“yeah, it really has been.” you smiled, heart fluttering at the thought of the moments you’ve spent with everyone. “no worries, no responsibilities… just us.”

he turned to look at you, his expression earnest. “you know, I think you’ve made this trip a lot more fun.”

your cheeks warmed at his words, and you shrugged playfully, trying to keep the mood light. “you call punching Sukuna in my favor fun?” the corners of your mouth curled into a teasing smile, but underneath, a flicker of tension lingered.

the air thickened with unspoken thoughts, and you both shifted slightly, a moment of hesitation hanging between you. Choso broke the silence, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I don’t want to push you to talk about it – but do you know why he was saying those things?”

you wished you could tell him everything – the truth behind Sukuna’s words, the confusion and hurt that tangled inside you. but while you were staying in their house, sharing their space, the words stuck in your throat.

“ah, you know how he can be.” you replied nonchalantly, trying to brush it off. “always trying to get under someone’s skin.”

Choso’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. “I just can’t seem to figure out why he seemed to be targeting you all weekend.” his eyes roamed your face, searching for any hint of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. he wasn’t blind; he felt the shift in dynamics, but the reasons escaped him.

you let out a nervous chuckle, the sound shaky as you tried to swallow the feelings building up inside. “maybe he’s jealous that I’m hanging out with you more than him.” you joked, but it was a half-truth. lately, you had found yourself gravitating towards Choso in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Choso hummed in agreement, a knowing look in his eyes. “he did seem annoyed that you and I were together.”

“I don’t know why, but we’ll never be able to figure out his thoughts.” you shrugged, but as Choso glanced at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickered across his face. “what? did I say something funny?”

suddenly Choso burst out laughing, his cheeks tinged with pink as his head fell back. “y’know, I thought you might’ve noticed and just never said a word – but now I know you really haven’t realized.”

embarrassment crept over you like a warm tide. “realized what?” you asked, your mind racing to piece together some hidden meaning behind his laughter.

Choso’s laughter faded, replaced by a serious expression as he reached for your hand. his skin was warm against your palm, maybe even slightly clammy with nerves, as he held your hand gently in his. your heart started to pound in your chest – were you even really breathing at this point?

“man, even Yuji had realized. I’ll have to tell him he beat you to it.”

“what are you talking about?” your voice came out as a whisper, tinged with confusion as you tried to calm your breathing.

“why do you think I don’t seem to leave your side?” Choso asked softly, one of his fingers brushing your knuckles gently, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

the weight of his words hung in the air, each syllable loaded with meaning. your heart raced, and for a moment, the world outside faded into a blur. you could see it now, the way his eyes lingered on you, the way he seemed to draw strength from your presence.

“Choso…” you breathed, caught between hope and fear, your heart yearning for something you both seemed to want but were too afraid to voice. 

 “do you really not see it?” he asked, his tone soft but insistent. “I mean, I thought it was obvious.” he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. 

you felt a flutter in your stomach. “see what, exactly?” you managed, your pulse quickening.

Choso took a breath, his eyes steady as he searched yours. “how we – I mean, how I feel about you.” the confession hung between you, heavy with meaning, and the realization struck you like lightning. 

memories came rushing back, little moments you shared with him that should have set off some sort of alarm. he had a crush on you. but for how long? 

your heart raced as you processed his words, a wave of warmth spreading through you. “you… you like me?” you stammered, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“yeah.” he replied, a shy smile breaking across his face. “I’ve liked you for a while now. it’s just… easier to be around you. you make everything feel lighter.”

you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. “I had no idea.” you admitted, your voice shaky yet filled with wonder. he liked you… he really liked you? 

Choso looked thoughtful for a moment, his fingers still entwined with yours, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through you. “well, I never really had much of a chance to show you how I felt. between you attached at the hip with Yuji and your long-term crush on Sukuna, it never felt right.”

you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “ugh, don’t remind me. that’s done and over with, in the past.” the mere mention of Sukuna brought back memories you’d rather forget, and you felt a wave of frustration wash over you.

Choso shifted awkwardly, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to yours, a mix of shyness and determination flickering in his gaze. he desperately wanted to ask what had changed, but he held back. now wasn’t the time to dig into the shadows of your past; he was finally getting you to open up, to see what had been right in front of you all along, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that. 

“I hate to ask, but do you… do you maybe feel the same way?” his voice was barely above a whisper, almost timid as if he feared the answer.

your thoughts spun, pulled from the depths of uncertainty back to the warmth radiating from him. you looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, almost pleading with you to let him down gently if you needed to.

“to be honest… yes. maybe.” you bit your lip, searching for the right words. “I feel something, I know that much. I guess I haven’t allowed myself to think on it. I mean, I’m living with you and your brother, who also happens to be my best friend.”

the reminder of Sukuna weighed heavily on your thoughts, already tainting the idea of “best friend’s brother”.

taking a deep breath, you watched as hurt flickered across Choso’s face, and a pang of regret tugged at your heart. “but, I’m willing to think about it. is that okay?”

a spark of hope ignited within Choso, and a tentative smile broke through his shyness, lighting up his features. “of course, take all the time you need.” his voice was soft but firm, as if he wanted to reassure you that there was no pressure.

“just know that I don’t want you to wait for me.” you continued, nudging your shoulder playfully against his. “I’m sure there are plenty of women out there vying for your attention.

Choso’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and he shifted, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before he met your eyes again. “none that compare to you.” his words were simple, yet caused a flutter in your stomach. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

just like last time, you were nestled in the backseat between Yuji and Choso for the drive home. and as promised Choso passed his earbuds over to you, smiling warmly when you offered him one to share. 

since your conversation last night, you’d been watching him carefully, taking notice of his actions that used to seem so normal and now showed his true feelings. you’d have to corner Yuji and interrogate him when you got home. but it was nice – the feeling you got around Choso. 

Sukuna hadn’t ever really pursued you, not like this, and everything had mostly felt one-sided until that fateful night. 

you had a lot of thinking to do; you’d pursued one brother already, what kind of person would you be if you went after the other? then again, no one knew about what had happened between you and Sukuna, so only you would have to answer to yourself. 

besides, you knew Choso was different from his not-really-brother.  

you fell asleep on Choso shoulder on the drive home again, this time not worried about any awkwardness that might arise when you woke up. his presence comforted you, along with the lofi he’d recommended for the ride. because of him, you hadn’t thought about what might happen when you made it home.

but you should’ve known better. not all peace can last.

you were mortified – no scarred – to be the first one in the door of the house to find Sukuna and another woman… fornicating… on the couch in the living room. Yuji and Choso bumped into your back, almost protesting your sudden stop until they too saw what you were witnessing.

Yuji grabbed your hand, yanking you back outside and slamming the door behind him to alert Sukuna of your presence. 

“did you not tell him we were on the way back?” Choso demanded of Yuji, his face contorted in with annoyance.

“I swear I did! I even gave him out eta!” Yuji exclaimed with bright red cheeks. you could only stand, frozen, staring at the wooden door in front of you as if you could still see what was going on behind it. Yuji’s hands came down on your shoulders, concern crossing his features. “are you okay? jesus, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I think I might throw up.” Choso groaned and rubbed his face. 

before you could respond to Yuji, the front door opened again, revealing Sukuna with at least his pants now on. he didn’t show any remorse, or embarrassment, as he merely smiled directly at you and ignored the other two. 

“didn’t hear you come in.” Sukuna told you, his smirk causing you to grit your teeth in frustration. “or, didn’t really care is more accurate.”

“you couldn’t have warned us?” Yuji questioned.

Sukuna ignored Yuji, stepping down one stair to get closer to you. “did ya like what ya saw?” you felt Choso’s body still next to you, probably fighting the urge to punch him again.

with the confession you’d received from Choso last night, you felt a surge of sudden confidence course through you. you wanted to wipe that smug look off of Sukuna’s face. “not really, it was kind of small.” you managed to bite out.

you might not have held it together, had Yuji not burst into laughter at your words. Choso felt an extreme sense of pride in you as he heard your old self resurface to take Sukuna down a peg. but Sukuna, however, only felt frustrated, maybe hurt, and surprisingly embarrassed.

the eldest brother merely tsked at you, turning on his heel to retreat into the house. Yuji and Choso both congratulated you for handling yourself, but you only felt hot all over – you knew you’d lied, Sukuna knew it, so why didn’t he push back? 

the three of you waited outside for a bit longer, only entering when you deemed it safe. there was no sign of the white-haired woman from earlier, and you assumed that Sukuna had taken her upstairs to his bedroom. 

you had always known Sukuna to be a bit of a player… so why did you now feel sick to your stomach at the thought of him with another woman?

throughout the afternoon and well into the night, your mind was a relentless whirlwind, circling back to that infuriating smirk he wore when you caught him in the act. why was it bugging you so damn much?

after Choso and Yuji had gone to bed, you quietly slipped into the kitchen, seeking solace in a pint of double fudge ice cream. you had nearly devoured half a pint when you heard the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open and shutting upstairs, followed by heavy footsteps descending. 

“eating your feelings, huh?” Sukuna’s voice broke through the stillness as he rounded the corner, catching sight of you in your pajamas, chocolate smudged all over your mouth.

you swallowed the mouthful you had just taken, frantically wiping at the mess with a napkin. “I don’t have feelings to eat away, actually. are you projecting your issues onto me, Sukuna.” you were taken aback by your own defiance; it felt strange to stand your ground against him again.

he chuckled, plucking a spoon from the drawer before leaning over and stealing a bite of your ice cream. you shot him a glare, surprised by his audacity. did he really think things could back to how they once were?

“nope. just ran out of stamina earlier and needed a boost.” there it was again – his infuriatingly arrogant demeanor, as if he thrived on getting under your skin.

“what, did your girlfriend leave already?” you shot back, attempting to keep your voice steady.

Sukuna paused, holding up his index finger as if to half the insults swirling in your mind. “first, she’s not a girlfriend. probably won’t see her again. second, she left while you were hiding in your room.”

the thought struck you like a lightning bolt: did you hurt her the way you hurt me?

it wasn’t until you caught the stunned expression on Sukuna’s face that you realized the words had slipped out before you could reign them in. the shock in his wide eyes mirrored the warmth creeping up your cheeks. there was no taking it back now. with the house quiet and your heart racing, a surge of courage rose within you, pushing you to confront the truth.

“did you hurt her the way you hurt me? did you leave bruises, bleeding bite marks, everything that you made me deal with after you kicked me out?” oh god, it was word vomiting out of you at this point – everything you’d held back, shoved so deep into your soul and fought to conceal surfaced in a fit of rage you could no longer contain.

you pressed on, your voice rising slightly. “did you toss a towel at her and tell her to leave too? did you show her any sign of care or emotion, or was I the only one denied that kindness?”

“Now wait a minute-”

“did you ever ask what she wanted?” you shouted, fists clenched at your side, the ice cream forgotten as it topped off the counter and began to drip and melt into a puddle. the mess mirrored your internal chaos, but you were too consumed by anger to care.

Sukuna only stared. that was all he could do, and it pissed you off more than if he’d said something else. his eyes were wide – you assumed from surprise that you were fighting back. 

unbeknownst to you, you were wrong. that glimmer of surprise you saw was Sukuna trying to replay that night, searching his memories for what he’d done wrong. had you not enjoyed it? had he not… done it right? done right by you? 

as he finally opened his mouth to say something, you held up your hand to stop him. “y’know, I don’t really want to hear it. you’ve been an ass ever since then; I almost gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you fell off the face of the earth around me. I’m going to bed – finish that ice cream if you want.”

you stomped off to your room, leaving a stunned Sukuna standing frozen in the kitchen, his brain fighting to comprehend the words you’d just hurled at him. it wasn’t until your door had slammed shut that he snapped out of it. he shook his head, trying to recollect himself before going back to his room, deserting the mess of ice cream on the counter. 

he’d only done what others had enjoyed in the past. in the moment, he thought you enjoyed it too. was he supposed to do something different? is that why you’ve been so angry with him? he’d chalked it up to you wanting to put on a front in the eyes of everyone else, but this past weekend had proven him wrong.

when he had seen how comfortably you leaned into Choso, how you seemed to pull away in favor of the younger brother, it had struck a nerve deep within Sukuna. it felt like a dagger twisting in his chest, and the realization that you might have tossed his aside sent a surge of jealousy through him. 

that’s why he had exploded in anger this weekend, lashing out with hurtful words that hung in the air like smoke. he couldn’t shake the feeling that you had chosen someone else over him.

as his thoughts spiraled into chaos, he climbed the stairs, each step heavy with conflicting emotions. reaching the top, he found the other half of the problem standing in the doorway opposite of his. when Sukuna’s eyes locked with Choso’s, he was met with a look of darkness, an unsettling mix of disappointment and anger that spoke volumes without a word.

“so, you heard all that, huh?” Sukuna managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, the pain evident in each syllable. it was a simple question, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid.

in response, Choso simply slammed his door, the force reverberating through the hallway and rattling the walls.

down in your room, completely unaware of the storm brewing above, you assumed it was Sukuna who had slammed his door in frustration. little did you know, the tension had escalated to a point where your carefully guarded secret was on the brink of being blown wide open.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . taglist: @nighttwingg @sweetsformysoul @casualpoetrytaco @lvingd3adg0rl @haikomaiko @csolya @deathlypink @sad-darksoul @elisedylandy @jinxiewritings @aldebrana @ravester @futuristiccurlyhair @san-it-is-i-guess @marie-is-in-the-dark I hope I got everyone, and I hope the tagging worked for all of you! thank you so much for liking this enough to be tagged, it means the world to me! xoxo if you'd like to be added to the taglist let me know! ♡ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

[skmhlml]

Could you maybe make some fluff with the enderman (mines called Danny cause h gave me a dandelion)

Note: Yipe!

Date: 4/22/2024

Warning: none

𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏(Danny) 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

You first met Danny deep in a flower forest biome. He startled you at first — that tall, looming figure standing in a patch of dandelions. But instead of attacking when you locked eyes, he just… stood there. Quiet. Nervous. Then, with careful movements, he plucked a single dandelion and set it at your feet before vanishing with a soft whoosh of particles.

Endermen aren’t very physical by nature, but Danny shows affection by bringing you things. Dandelions, blocks of dirt he thinks are “special,” colorful wool from wandering traders’ llamas — anything he thinks you’d like. Sometimes he’ll just stand near you while you build or explore, humming quietly in his own way.

Danny is so shy around you at first. He peeks around trees, follows you from a distance, and only teleports close when he’s sure you’re okay with it. Once you start talking to him (even if he can’t always respond in words), he warms up fast and becomes incredibly protective.

If you’re sitting alone by a campfire or resting inside your cozy little base, sometimes Danny will teleport right beside you — no warning — and just sit. Tall, awkward, but trying his best to curl himself around you protectively. His body radiates a faint warmth, like a stone that’s been basking in the sun all day.

Since Endermen don’t talk much, you and Danny develop your own little way of communicating — pointing, hand signs, little hums and gestures. Sometimes he’ll gently nudge your shoulder or tap your head with a block he’s carrying to get your attention.

If you’re ever feeling down, Danny brings so many dandelions. Like… way too many. Your entire front porch could get covered in them overnight. He’ll awkwardly hover around you, unsure how to help but determined to do something.

When you go mining, Danny follows you through the caves. He’s great at carrying extra supplies, lighting up dark tunnels with his gentle purple glow, and occasionally saving you from creepers by teleporting in at just the right moment.

You once built a giant nest of beds, wool, and hay bales just for him. Now, whenever you yawn, Danny scoops you up gently and drops you into the nest before curling around it protectively. He doesn’t sleep, but he watches over you with the softest, fondest look.

The second Danny senses you’re in danger — even if it’s just a zombie getting too close — he teleports instantly between you and the threat. One second he’s calmly nearby, and the next he’s towering in front of you, hissing low and terrifying, eyes blazing. No hesitation.

To the outside world, Danny is a scary, hissing blur of rage when you’re threatened — but to you, he’s a careful, cautious giant. He makes sure never to move too fast around you after a fight, kneeling low to your level, checking if you’re hurt.

If you ever get hurt (even a tiny scratch), Danny physically places himself between you and everything else. He’s not above picking you up (gently!) and teleporting somewhere safer if he thinks you’re overwhelmed.

He doesn’t speak words, but Danny communicates with a mix of low rumbling growls, chirps, and hums. You quickly learn that a deep, vibrating growl means “stay back,” and a soft hum means “you’re safe now.”