#I WANTED TO DRAW THIS BEFORE HALLOWEEN ENDED THANK GOODNESS

[c00kietin]

Did you know before pumpkins came to Ireland, turnips (otherwise known as swedes) were carved instead? :D

Happy Halloween/Samhain!!

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[junkissed]

on the nose

member — minghao x f reader  genre — smut, fluffy ending word count — 6.2k synopsis — you're too shy to be on the nose about what you want. luckily, minghao's got you figured out... he even likes the fluffy tail, too. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, established relationship, nicknames (bunny, baby, love, honey, good girl, etc), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, pet play, lingerie (bunny costume), teasing, begging, anal plug, oral (f receiving), not quite ass eating but close to it, breeding kink, creampie, filming during sex, praise, little bit of manhandling, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, biting, marking, squirting, generally rough and messy sex, and then it does a total 180 and it becomes really soft and gentle i'm sorry i can't help it this happens every time it's just who i am, pls lmk if i missed any there's a lot nksdjfsfh notes — requested by anon for my 🐈 1k event — thanks so much to @onlymingyus and @highvern for helping me brainstorm <3 this was a challenge to write tbh but i'm glad i decided to finish it. if you enjoyed and want to see more like this please lmk how you liked it with an ask or a reblog! i always want to try new different things and feedback on this would be super appreciated :)) hope you enjoy this my slutty little bunnies mwah xoxo

you've been waiting for this day for weeks.

“hi baby,” minghao says warmly as you walk inside the house and slip your shoes off, setting your bag on the chair by the door. he wraps his arm around you to pull you in for a kiss before he turns his attention back to the boiling soup on the stove. “there was a package for you when i got home.” he nods his head towards the living room. “it’s on the table.”

“ooh, it’s my new hat!” you squeal and race across the room. “it's finally here!” you tear into the plastic like a wild animal, taking it out of the package and holding it up to show him.

it’s a knitted white beanie with white floppy ears hanging down from the sides of the hat. you pull it on over your hair, repositioning it so that the long fabric dangles at your shoulders. “what do you think?”

“you look so cute, baby. i love it.” he grins and moves closer to kiss you again. “though you know i’ll love anything you wear.”

you scrunch your nose at his reaction, but minghao must mistake the disappointment on your face for joy, because he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose before letting go of you and moving back towards the stove. “dinner will be ready in a bit, love. i’ll let you know when it’s on the table.”

you take off the beanie with a soft sigh and fold it up as you walk to your bedroom, not wanting to get it dirty before you’ve even had a chance to wear it anywhere. it's unreasonable to think he'd get it immediately, you know that, but you can't help but wish he'd have been just a little bit more excited at the sight of your bunny ears.

the soup is already done and minghao is waiting patiently once you come back out of your room changed into your pajamas, and by the time he’s got you pinned beneath him in bed later that night drawing pretty little moans from your lips, your bunny fantasies are the furthest thing from your mind. laying on your side as you listen to his gentle snores, you sigh and close your eyes, leaving it be. for now.

you wait a couple days before you try again.

“have you thought about what you’re gonna be for halloween?”

minghao looks up from his laptop sitting next to you in bed. “not really,” he chuckles. “it’s only april. why, did you have something in mind?”

you purse your lips, trying to seem casual. “i was thinking of being a playboy bunny. don’t you think that’d be cute?”

“mm… cute isn’t the first word that comes to mind,” he says, the corner of his lip quirking up into a smile. something flashes across his eyes and you hold your breath, hoping for the reaction you want this time. “we can look for costumes closer to october, yeah?”

you start to frown at his answer but quickly catch yourself, hiding your dismay with a smile. “good idea. hey, i’m gonna take a quick shower before bed, m’kay?”

he nods, and you lean over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before standing up.

but this time he doesn’t miss the way your expression falls, his brows furrowed as you walk out of the room and close the bathroom door with a quiet click. he knows there’s something you want, something you’re not happy with, but sometimes it’s so hard to get you to tell him what’s on your mind.

he closes his laptop and sets it aside on the bedside table, crossing his arms over his chest in thought as he hears the shower water start to run. if all you’re willing to do for now is drop hints, then he’s just gonna have to start paying better attention until you feel like opening up. he’s not exactly a mind reader, but he’s figured you out before and he’ll do it again.

the next time it comes up, you don't even mean for it to happen.

you're walking through the mall, hand in hand as you stroll past boutiques and shops. something in one of the windows catches your eyes, and you tug on minghao's hand to go inside. he follows your gaze to the display of frilly white dresses, the wire rack wrapped with pastel garlands for their spring sale.

a sales lady with a cheap rabbit ear headband walks over and greets you with a smile, quickly launching into a memorized script about new items and clearance sales. you subconsciously squeeze minghao's hand and he pauses to watch the way you look at the woman as she talks, trying to see what you're looking at.

and then he notices something, and things start to click into place. you say something to the woman that he doesn't hear before she nods and walks away, and he sees your gaze lingering on the little cottontail tied to the belt loop of her jeans, bouncing with each step.

“you like these?” he asks curiously, running his hand over one of the dresses you'd been eyeing earlier.

“hm?” you ask absently and whip your head back around, your attention clearly drawn elsewhere. “oh, yeah. they're cute.”

well, he may not be a mind reader, but he has a hunch that the reason you wanted to come in this store wasn't to look at the clothes.

he has the chance to put his theory to the test later that night when you're straddling his lap, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you up and down along his cock.

he decides to try it, under the guise of dirty talk in the heat of the moment, and he's so casual about it you'd never suspect a thing. it already doesn't take much to get you fucked out in his arms, so when he slips it in between curses and moans you'd never be able to guess that he's been thinking about this all afternoon.

he groans as you grind down against him, waiting for the perfect opportunity. “bouncing on me so good, like a little bunny,” he says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that makes you fall forward onto his chest.

like a magic word you instantly clench around him, whimpering loudly as your hips stutter and fall out of rhythm with him. he sees your eyes squeeze shut as you struggle to keep going, blatantly ignoring his words and pretending they don't affect you like he knows they do.

he lets himself grin at your reaction and thrusts up into you again, making you whine again as the tip of his cock presses into the spot that has you falling apart for him.

“hao! fuck, fuck, i'm—” you barely have time to moan out a warning before you're cumming, your body trembling against him from the strength of it as you gasp for air.

when you finally come back down he does everything he usually does, nothing out of the ordinary. he kisses your forehead and cleans you up and tucks you into bed beside him. he files this new little piece of information away for later and doesn't bring it up again.

for a while you start to think it was probably just an accident, a slip of the tongue when he wasn't thinking. he says a lot of things when he's inside you; he doesn't always have to mean them. but you should know better by now not to underestimate your boyfriend when he's got an idea in his head.

days go by and both of you pretend like it never happened; you because you're embarrassed at how much it affects you, and minghao because he has bigger plans up his sleeve.

everything seems perfectly normal until one evening when you come home from work and he's waiting for you at the door, wrapping you in a hug as soon as you step inside.

"hey, baby,” he smiles, his hands resting on your waist. “got a present for you."

your cheeks warm. "but it's not my birthday or anything?" it's not uncommon for him to spoil you with gifts, but he never makes a show of it. he just hands you things like you've owned them all your life, little surprises popping up without explanation like the necklace with your birthstone on it or the box of chocolates he'd known you were craving.

"it doesn't need to be. just something special i want you to have." he runs his hand over your forehead, tucking a strand of hair gently behind your ear. "it's in the bedroom, if you wanna go take a look.”

you give him a suspicious look and pull away, slipping your shoes off and leaving him by himself. he doesn't follow you down the hall, just standing in place and folding his arms with a satisfied grin once he hears squeals coming from the bedroom.

the house goes silent for a moment, and then he sees you poke your head out into the hall. “minghao?”

“yes, baby?” he grins teasingly as he leaves the living room, meeting you in the bedroom where he finds you standing next to the bed. you raise an eyebrow at him and point at the pretty white lingerie set he'd laid out for you. 

the thin lace stands out laying atop the dark bedsheets, accompanied by a pair of fluffy white wrist cuffs and a headband with soft floppy ears similar to the one worn by the lady at the store the other day but clearly much higher quality; maybe even custom or handmade. the finishing touch is a thin, white leather collar with a bow, and he can't help but smile as he surveys his layout.

“what is this?” you draw his attention away from the setup, and though your tone sounds accusing he can tell how secretly thrilled you are despite the way you try to downplay it. 

“i told you,” he smirks. “a present.”

now it's your turn to cross your arms at him. “and why is it here?”

“because i thought you'd like it,” he says in a low voice, moving closer to you. “don't you wanna be my little bunny?”

you yelp in surprise but then sigh, finally giving in. “how'd you figure it out?”

“you're easier to read than you think, my love,” he chuckles. “i know you too well.”

“you don't… hate it?” you ask shyly, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.

he wraps his arms around you again. “of course not. you know you could've just asked me, right?”

you scrunch your nose and pout. “i was nervous you wouldn't want to. or you'd think it's stupid.”

“you know i'd do anything you want, love. it's not stupid to me.” he leans over to press a quick kiss to your lips. “now, will you get changed for me? i can't wait to see my cute little honey bunny all dressed up.”

with a reluctant but excited squeal you push him out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him so that the reveal will be a surprise. minghao grins at the way you try to hide your enthusiasm, leaning against the doorway as he waits patiently.

finally you open the door just a crack and poke your head out, hiding your body behind it nervously. “ready?” you ask.

he nods, and with a deep breath you pull the door open all the way. you give him a little spin, the ears flopping against your hair as you show off the outfit. he smiles proudly as he joins you in the room, his fingers falling to your waist and backing you up against the bed.

“you look adorable, baby. just like i imagined,” he says in a husky voice, and you bite your lip shyly. “do you like it?”

you smile, and it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he'd buy you a million outfits and lingerie sets if it means he gets to see you like this every day. “i love it, hao. it's perfect.”

he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed and lifts his hand to pet your head, smoothing down your hair between the ears. you shiver in excitement, and it only makes him more eager to get started, his pants growing tighter every minute.

“i have one more present for you, mkay?” he leans away from the bed and pulls out an object from the dresser drawer. your breath catches in your throat when you realize what it is, a shiny silver plug with a round little white tail at the end that makes your heart race. “can’t be a bunny without a tail.”

you bite your lip and look at him, and he puts his hand on your thigh when you don't respond verbally. “is that okay?” he says gently, but your quick nod reassures him.

he stands up from the bed and quickly strips off his clothes, and you watch with lustful eyes as his cock slaps against his stomach, almost drooling at the sight. once he's ready you let him flip you over, kneeling down on your hands and knees with your ass readily pushed up in the air. he slips a finger under the seat of your panties, pulling them carefully to the side as he reaches over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand beside the bed.

you shiver as he pours the cool liquid over your ass before rubbing the toy against you to coat it. once he's satisfied with it he starts to drag the metal upwards, and you jump involuntarily as he presses the end of the plug against your hole. “mm— it’s cold,” you whine as he teases you with it once more before pulling it away.

“but it won’t be for long.” he chuckles at your reaction and rubs his free hand across your lower back soothingly, and you lean your hips into his touch. with a grin he bends down and presses his lips gently against your ass cheek, and you moan when his teeth graze your skin. “just relax for me, baby, that’s it…”

he begins easing the toy past your entrance, just a little bit at a time until it's fully enveloped inside you. you've played with plugs before, but somehow the stretch is like nothing you've ever felt. knowing that this time you've got a cute little bunny tail attached sends a new wave of desire throughout your body.

with one finger he carefully pulls your panties back into place to cover you up, admiring the fluffy tail that protrudes from your hole. it really does complete the outfit, and he smiles at his own thoughtfulness, proud of his handiwork.

you wiggle your hips to test it out, adjusting to the feeling of its weight stuffed inside of you. minghao's hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, bucking away from him in surprise. immediately you feel his hand gently touch your stinging cheek, rubbing small circles to massage the pain away. "fuck— sorry. don't know what came over me." he says, voice gravelly. "you just… you look so fucking good right now, baby. you make such a cute bunny."

your face flushes as the initial shock fades, and you push your hips back towards him encouragingly. "it's okay. you can do it again, if—if you want."

he grips your waist and pulls you against him, and you whine as you feel his hard length grinding into your ass. "if i'd known you'd like that, then i would have bought the matching paddle with the ears and the tail too," he groans. "this is why you gotta speak up, baby. gotta tell me what you want so i can give it to you."

you bite your lip and bury your face into the pillow, ears burning in embarrassment, but you quickly lift your head again when you feel his hand leave another sharp smack on your ass. "mm, mm, don't hide from me now, love." he tsks in disappointment, his voice laced with fake sympathy. "you wanna be an obedient little bunny for me, don't you? well-behaved bunnies get rewarded." 

you start to answer, but he runs his cock against your clothed pussy and your head falls back down into the pillow instinctively, letting out a muffled string of moans. his tip teases you, pushing the lace into your wetness and back out again. "what was that, baby? i couldn't hear you."

you scrunch your nose and raise your voice, though it still only comes out as powerful as a squeak. "i said, i'll be good!"

he grins and squeezes your ass with both hands before he pulls your panties off all the way, tugging them down your legs until the thin fabric bunches up at your knees. he drags his cock over your dripping entrance again as you clench around nothing.

“hao,” you whine softly. you tilt your hips backwards to try and push him inside, but he leans back out of your reach. 

“be patient.” he runs his hands along the curve of your ass, bending down to come face to face with your aching cunt. “think i’ll eat this pretty pussy first instead. is that what you want, hm? give me a nice view of your cute little bunny tail while i make you cum all over my tongue?”

you whimper in reply, hiding your face in embarrassment as you lay on your stomach with your ass pushed into the air, proudly displaying your glistening arousal.

with his hands on either side of your hips he pulls you towards his waiting mouth. you gasp into a moan when his lips latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot as his nose prods against your entrance.

he presses his tongue flat against you, licking upwards before pulling away. it was happening so fast, too fast, and you wanted more. you needed more. but you should’ve known better than to think he would give you what you want that easily.

“feels good?” he hums, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“please, hao,” you moan. “need you. please, i’ll be good. just don’t stop.”

he scoffs lightly, his face next to your cunt but still too far away for your liking. “and why should i do that? are you gonna behave next time and tell me when you want something?”

“mhm,” you nod weakly. “i will. promise. please, minghao—”

“that’s my good girl. now just let me take care of you, hm?” he presses his lips against your ass in a kiss and you whimper when he begins sucking, hard enough that you know it’ll leave a bruise later. once he’s satisfied he sits back up to his knees, reaching over to pat your head between the ears of your headband. “don’t you worry your fuzzy little head about a thing.”

you let out another moan at his words, relishing in the way he talks about you. it gets you going more than you could’ve ever imagined, and you love him for the way he’s embraced this so wholeheartedly, falling into the role so easily that you’re cursing yourself for ever trying to hide.

he slides back down behind you, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to give him easier access as he pushes his tongue into you. you can feel yourself growing wetter every second that passes, coating his lips with your slick as he eats you out like a starving man.

he directs his attention away from your clit, tracing his tongue up until it reaches the underside of your tail and the tip of the plug poking out. just like he’d predicted the metal is warm now, heated by the warmth radiating from your holes.

he smooths his hands over your cheeks, kneading them with his slender fingers and pushing you back further into his face. his tongue darts out to lick around the edges of the toy in your ass, and you can’t help but squirm in his grasp as his mouth wanders between your legs, briefly moving back down to suck at your clit before licking upwards again.

your thighs tremble, feeling so much stimulation in ways you'd never knew possible. he traces his tongue over your pussy, dipping into your entrance before he sits back on his knees. 

“you think you deserve to cum now?” he says, and even though you're facedown in the mattress you can still hear the teasing lilt in his voice. “has my little honey bunny earned it, do you think you've been a good girl?”

you're so fucked out already you can barely speak, but you know he wants you to beg him before he'll actually do anything. so you collect yourself and twist your head to look over your shoulder, bunny ears flopping against your back and the most pleading expression you can muster. “mhm… please? been such a good bunny for you.” you prove your point by wiggling your hips, shaking the little tail plug that sticks out of your ass back and forth.

he groans, hands squeezing your waist tighter. he can tell how much you wanted this, how much you're enjoying this, and who is he to deny you any longer when you've been so well behaved? “mm, alright.” he leans down over your back to kiss your shoulder, brushing your hair and your floppy ears out of the way. “gonna let you cum on my cock now, is that what my baby bunny wants?”

you nod eagerly and let out a yip as he finally sinks into you. you swear you've never felt this good in your life as he starts to fill you up, your walls stretching to accommodate his length.

“so fucking tight,” he groans through gritted teeth when he finally bottoms out, his cock buried in your heat. “clenching so hard, i can barely move.”

“minghao—” you plead out his name, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his cock but his grip on your hips is too strong to let you have even a little bit of control.

he stays still for a minute to give you time to adjust, but that doesn't stop him from playing with your tail and tracing his fingers teasingly along your lower back, relishing in the way it makes you shiver and moan his name louder.

finally when neither you nor him can take it anymore, he starts to slide out of you, groaning at the way his shaft is already coated in your slick. he's not sure you've ever been this wet for him before— and you haven't even cum yet.

it doesn't take long for him to build up his pace, propelled by the sight of your cute little tail bouncing with each deep stroke. he spreads your cheeks apart to watch the spot where his length disappears inside you and groans, an idea hitting him as he digs his fingertips into your hips. “fuck, baby— want me to video this? you look so fucking good taking my cock, wanna let you see yourself.”

your walls clench around him faster than your lips can whimper out a “yes”. god, the thought that later you'll get to watch yourself, kneeling on the bed in your pretty lingerie getting fucked like the slutty little bunny you've always wanted to be? it's your biggest dream come true.

he gradually slows down his pace so he can reach over and grab his phone off the nightstand, fingers fumbling with the buttons to start the recording. he shifts his phone into one hand and uses his other to push down on your lower back, forcing you to arch up more for him. 

his long fingers wrap around your side as he starts to thrust into you again, pulling you backwards to meet his cock with each stroke as he builds back up to a brutal pace. he holds the camera up by his chin to make sure he captures a full view of the scene, your pretty ass pushed into the air as a constant stream of whimpers and whines escapes you.

“look at my pretty bunny,” he pants out, squeezing your hip even harder as he fucks into you, knowing everything he says will be immortalized for your pleasure when you watch this together later. “look at you. so good for me, aren’t you?”

you moan out something unintelligible that sounds like a yes, and he rewards you by fucking you harder. he grins and moves his phone closer to your ass to get a better view of your pussy, close enough to see the glint of metal poking out and the way your muscles contract around both it and him with every thrust.

his eyes rake over your body, occasionally glancing at his phone screen to check the video. after a minute he stops the video and tosses his phone aside, quickly moving both hands back to grip your hips so he has more leverage to plunge into you more deeply. your arms give out from the force and you fall forward against the bed, whimpers muffled by the sheets that you grip so tightly to stay grounded to.

one of his hands suddenly leaves your hips and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair, gasping as he jerks your head up again.

“c’mon, baby,” he says, winding his hand around your hair until it tugs your scalp. it burns but it feels so good, sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls on you. “you’ve been so good for me, don’t ruin it now. you can take it. isn’t that right, bunny?”

“fuck,” you whimper as you strain your neck backwards, your tits pushed against the lacy front of your lingerie as you arch your back. “i can—i can take it. please… please.”

his other hand slides up your stomach, pulling you to sit upright with your back against his chest. if it weren’t for minghao’s grip on you, you doubt you’d have even been able to hold your head up on your own, let alone the rest of your body; his forearm wraps around your chest, holding you flush against his body. you swear he’s never fucked you this hard before in your life, slamming his hips into you so hard you already know you’ll be feeling this for days afterwards, his pace never tiring.

minghao is good at giving you what you want, but you’ve always been able to retain at least a little bit of control even in your most fucked out state. but tonight your head is reeling, mouth hanging open with not a single coherent thought running through your mind. maybe it’s the thrill of being “caught”, of him finally figuring out your secret fantasy and letting you play into it.

your first orgasm catches you off guard, overtaking you with no warning. you double over in minghao’s arms as you writhe against him, clenching so hard that even he can’t keep up the pace. his hips stutter as he struggles to continue thrusting, barely managing to even stay inside of you as your muscles contract and try to force his cock out from your pulsing walls.

“go on, baby, let go for me,” he breathes in a low voice against your ear, holding you tighter to keep you in place. “such a good bunny, cumming all over my cock.”

“cu��cumming!” you manage, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave slams into you.

he curses under his breath as he snakes his hand down the front of your body to toy with your clit. “fuck— that’s it, baby. let me have it, give me more. such a good girl.”

you lean your head back against his shoulder with another broken moan, all the tension suddenly leaving your body in a rush. the bed is soaked, his thighs are soaked, your pussy is soaked, but you can't stop. his fingers don't stop either, rubbing fast circles on your clit as you squirt.

after what seems like an eternity of cumming you claw at his fingers on your clit, weakly trying to pull his hand away. “h-hao,” you moan, your voice cracking. “wait. stop—”

his grip on your body loosens and he moves his hand before pulling out of you slowly, his cock still hard and aching and his heart pounding with adrenaline. immediately his tone is softer, keeping his voice quiet beside your ear despite his heavy breathing. “what is it, love, what do you need? can you tell me?”

you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder, your body shaking as you try to catch your breath. it’s hard. you can barely think straight from so much stimulation all at once, your head still cloudy from such intense orgasms back to back, and it takes a long few seconds before you can string together your thoughts. “just… need to slow down.” you find his hand on your thigh and squeeze his fingers with all the strength you can muster. “but don’t wanna stop.”

he exhales and turns his head to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. “okay, sweetheart. just let me know. i’m here.”

he knows he was getting a little carried away, but he wasn’t expecting this to get him so riled up. even after he’d figured you out and put his plan into motion he hadn’t once thought about how he felt, so focused on making sure you’d be happy with him.

he’d spent hours online looking for the perfect outfit for you, pretty lingerie that would be comfortable yet still make you feel as beautiful and sexy as you are to him. if only he hadn’t wanted it to be a surprise, because he kind of wishes you’d been able to see the grin on his face when he’d picked out the cutest little tail and ears to match.

he never considered how much he’d enjoy seeing you in the outfit, maybe even more than you, the lace hugging your body as you whimper and whine so cutely for him. if anything, he knows he's definitely going to get his money's worth out of your pretty costume set, because he's already planning out in his mind the next time you'll get to do this together.

you hum his name softly and it brings him out of his head, looking down at your hazy expression. this is still sort of new to him, but he’ll figure out how to handle it. he’s good at that.

“do you wanna lay down?” he asks, fingers tracing up and down your sides and gently toying with the fabric of your bra as he holds you against his body.

you hum in agreement and turn over in his arms, letting him slowly guide you onto your back as he hovers on his hands and knees above you.

you tug at your ears headband and toss it away, and instinctively his hands begin smoothing over your hair to carefully massage your scalp. “uncomfy?” he asks as your eyes flutter shut, a sweet smile on your face at his soothing touch.

“after a while, yeah,” you say softly, leaning your head into his fingertips. you open your eyes slowly, finding his face just inches above yours. “i’m still your bunny?” you ask a little shyly, watching his gaze.

he smiles and leans up to kiss your nose, a habit of his that now means so much more. “mhm. cutest bunny i’ve ever met. and she’s all mine.”

you can feel his throbbing cock resting atop your stomach, and you sigh out his name, reaching up to pull him down to meet your lips. “minghao…” you lift your hips a little, whimpering quietly in response when he groans from the pressure.

“ready to go again?” he breathes, and at your nod he positions his cock back at your entrance, pushing in slowly. the stretch is easy this time and it doesn’t take long before he bottoms out again, bending over you to leave kisses all over your face as you readjust to him. 

you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, whining softly as you squeeze his bicep to try to get him to move. even just having him completely still inside of you feels incredible, but you're eager for more, almost insatiable for him. you don't want this to end just yet.

“god—” he chokes out, thrusting once into you so deep that it makes your head spin. “i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that. not gonna last much longer.”

maybe he’s delirious from so much in one night, but minghao swears you clench harder when he says that. you shake your head, trying to pull him even closer. “don’t care. just want you to fill me up, please?”

he lets out another groan, long and low as he pushes his hips in and out in a slow but steady rhythm. “oh, is that what you want? you want me to breed you? pretty bunny wants to be full of my cum?”

between his dirty talk and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, your mind goes blank, and all you can manage is a squeak and a nod and a prayer that he’ll figure it out, how badly you want him to do exactly that. despite everything he’s already given you tonight, you’re absolutely desperate for it, and if you could recall words and sentences right now you would’ve started begging him like your life depended on it.

luckily for you he knows you just as well as he says he does, because he adjusts his hips and thrusts deeper into you, his cock angled upwards to hit you just right with every stroke as filthy words spill from his lips.

“gonna fuck you so full,” he huffs, and you stare wide eyed at the sweat dripping down his cheekbones as he pounds you into the mattress. “taking it so well, gonna breed you like my bunny deserves, stuff you so full. my pretty little bunny, always so desperate for me…”

he doesn't stop, his words beginning to ramble as he focuses all his energy on thinking about your pretty eyes and the sweet, fucked out look on your face that he knows you always get when he cums inside of you because he knows how much you love it.

“please… please,” you whimper, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders so tight, and you know he's right at the edge. each stroke fills you completely, and the pressure from both his cock and the plug still inside you makes you dizzy with pleasure.

minghao buries his face in your collarbone, biting down to muffle his groans as he cums. your own mouth falls open in a gasp as you feel his cock jerk against your walls, pulsing with each thick rope of cum he releases inside. his breath catches in his throat and forces his cock deeper, his pelvis firmly pressed against yours as far in as he can possibly go. 

with shaky hands and even shakier breaths, you wrap your arms around him and hold his head against your chest, your heart still racing as you come down together. he doesn't try to pull out yet, laying down on top of you and letting his weight cover you. you whimper softly as you feel his cum seeping out of you, running down the backs of your thighs. 

after a minute he sighs, looking up at you to make sure you're still okay. “was that alright?” he asks, but your lazy grin tells him all he needs to know.

“love, hey.” he tilts your chin to make you look at him, brushing his thumb against your cheek to make sure you're paying attention. “promise me one thing. next time, just tell me if there's something you wanna try. okay?” he says. his tone is still quiet and gentle, but you can tell he's serious. 

as fun as it is to play this game, he'd much rather you just come to him and talk about it, even if you think it's silly or stupid. he knows it's hard to talk about things you want, but he feels comfortable enough to tell you anything and he hopes one day you'll feel the same, without him having to pry.

“mhm,” you hum sincerely, smiling in contentment at the soft feeling of his fingers on your skin. “i will.”

despite your mumbled voice he can tell you're being genuine with him, and he rewards you with a gentle kiss.

you giggle and run your fingers through his hair, basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling that radiates both inside and out. “so… next time you're gonna wear the outfit, right?”

he laughs and kisses you again, happy that you seem so satisfied after everything. “well, that depends on whether or not you've been a good bunny.”

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[xhoneygirlxx]

Scream For Me

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: there's just something about your boyfriend in a Halloween mask.

warnings: fluff towards the end. smut. Minors DNI 18+ only!!! unprotected p in v. creampie. mask kink. talks about knife play. Eddie and Reader are both 20+. size, ethnicity, and skin color are not described. reader is described as having hair. pics are for aesthetic purposes only. grammar errors/shitty writing. not proofread! If I miss anything please let me know.

If you are an ageless/faceless blog DNI, you will be blocked.

a/n: Happy late Halloween love bugs!!!!!! it feels like forever since i've posted anything! this month has been nonstop for me as far as personal life goes so i haven't had time to really post anything. i know this isn't that long of a fic, it's more of a blurb tbh, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys. thank you all for being so patient and loving! i hope you all enjoy :)

"Fuck you're so dirty, baby." Eddie pants harshly, the words are slightly muffled underneath the mask.

He's right, you're downright filthy for getting off on him wearing the mask of a famous fictional character. It shouldn't be as arousing as it is, Ghostface leering over you, but the wetness that seeps out of you as Eddie continues to fuck you won't stop.

His thick cock continues to pound into you, hitting that spot you can never seem to reach on your own, making you moan loudly. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the squelch of your sopping heat, and the grunts of your boyfriend only turns you on further.

"Can't believe my girl gets turned on by a mask," He says breathlessly, "All those -Fuck-, all those times we watched that movie, must've been soaking every time, huh?"

You can't help but clench around him, just the idea of you secretly getting off without your boyfriend ever knowing really does something for you.

"Ah shit, you really like that? Liked imagining me fucking you just like this all those times?" Eddie grunts, snapping his hips even faster than before.

You begin to claw at his pale skin, leaving red scratches along the expanse of his back as he continues to abuse your g-spot so perfectly.

"Yes, fuck yes!" You scream as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Eddie chuckles deeply, almost dark and twisted like he's enjoying watching you completely unravel underneath him.

"Bet you'd like it if I marked you up, yeah? Want me to carve my initials into you?" Snaking one of his hands between the two of you, he begins to draw tight circles on your abandoned clit, making your hole hole grip around him tighter.

"Please, Eds. I w-want that s'bad. Please give it to me." You're beyond babbling at this point. The line between reality and your impending orgasm are starting to blur, the thin string that holds you together ready to snap at any moment.

Going faster than before, Eddie picks up his pace not only for his sake but for yours as well. Even under the the protection of his mask you know he's going to break any moment just from the gasps and whines that falls from his mouth.

"Shit, you're so good. S'good for me, always so good f'me." It's panted in between thrusts, the slap of his balls off of your ass filling the silence between words.

"Gonna let me cum in this tight pussy, huh? Gonna -fuck- gonna let a masked killer breed this pretty cunt?"

"Please, wanna feel it drip out of me." It sounds airy and light despite the weight of your request.

It could've been the words that were spoken between the two of you, or maybe it was the visual in your minds, either way it sets the two of you off like fire works.

You release around him with a silent scream, the kind that has your head thrown back and your body arched into his chest. Eddie, on the other hand, moans loudly while tucking his masked head into the crook of your neck.

As the two of you come down from what has probably been your biggest orgasms, you relax into each other. His chest on yours, breathing slowed and synched up, and hearts banging against one another in a soothing rhythm.

Pulling away from you too quickly for your liking, Eddie pulls out of you causing you to hiss from the loss. Pulling off the mask, Eddie looks at where you were once connected, watching as his seed drips from your clenching hole.

"Fuck, that's hot." He rasps out.

You can't help but cover your face with your hands, embarrassment stinging at your cheeks at his raunchy words. Eddie seems to notice your flustered expression, a dopey smile spreading across his red and sweaty cheeks.

"Don't get all shy on me now, baby. You were just begging for this exact thing." It's teasing and playful when he says it but for some odd reason it makes your belly flip with excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You roll your eyes, even though you're no where near annoyed. "Thank you for doing this for me by the way, 'appreciate it."

The two of you stare at each other with love sick smiles for just a moment, then Eddie is quick to lean over and meet your lips with his own, something you've been wanting this whole time.

"No need to thank me, bub. You know me, willing to do anything and everything your little heart desires." Boping your nose with his ringed finger, he continues to look down at you like you've hung all the stars in the sky.

"Speaking of," He begins to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear nonchalantly, "Any other masks you're into that I should know about? Ya know like Michael Myers, Jason, I don't know the Phantom of the Opera?"

"Stooop it." You drag out, turning your face in order to hide your embarrassment.

"Okay, I quit. M'sorry." Eddie laughs, placing a loving kiss on the heated skin of your cheek.

Excepting the warm embrace, you hum into the feeling of his kiss, letting your heart light with love. The sweet moment is over way quicker than you'd like though, your boyfriend being too quick for your liking.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's the Myers mask."

Reaching for a pillow, you throw it right at Eddie's head with a loud thwap. The metal head falls on top of you with a muffled oof, followed by the loud boom of his laughter.

"You're not funny, Mr. Munson." You chastise him, the brown curls of his hair tickling the tip of your nose.

Lifting his face to look at you, his brown eyes are warm and sweet, and his smile is big and bright.

"Yeah? And I think you're beautiful." It's sincere falling from his pretty pink lips, sickeningly sweet. It's so sweet in fact you could get a cavity.

Wrinkling your nose, you try with all your might to stop the smile that begs to be shown. You're quick to lose the battle as your mouth curls upwards and your teeth begin to poke through, shining like the lights on a Christmas tree.

"Also, I love you." Eddie adds, the dimples on his cheeks deepening as his lips stretch more.

Again, you roll your eyes playfully before kissing the sweat soaked skin of his forehead.

"Yeah, well you stole my line, lover boy." You say with a playful kind of irritation. "I love you too."

Thank you all for reading! I'm sorry this was short and not so good. I hope you all enjoyed it. Happy Halloween <3

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Spooky season needs spooky stuff.. >:3

So can I request the digital circus cast (minus Caine)meeting a Child Spirit Y/n headcanons,who like Kinda possesed/went inside the game to find they’re killer for some reason? They are eerily quiet and like to stare but if talked to very sweet but quick to snap in distrust because..well trust is what got them killed in the first place? They’re a bit bloody..and a eyeball sometimes hangs out?? Like vhs horror stuff

Sorry I’m being so descriptive,I hope you are a nice day!

OOOoo yes time for more spooks!

Also I am having a nice night, thanks! (and I hope you are having a nice day/night too!)

......

Pomni

To make a long story short, you got murdered while wearing the headset, and that tethered your spirit to TADC.

As expected, you lost memories of who you were--except for the knowledge that someone killed you because you trusted them too much, and you believed the answers were inside this very game.

Your character ends up looking like a child's ghost costume: a white bedsheet stained in blood and one of your eyeballs occasionally wanting to pop from its socket.

Caine (who was very much bewildered at your arrival) declares that you're part of an "exclusive Halloween update" and changes up the tent and grounds to have more spooky flair.

But Pomni clearly wants no part of it, and she can tell you don't either.

You're clearly a kid who is (somehow) handling the situation of being stuck in this game better than her, yet when she tries asking you about it....all you do is stare back.

She swears she can hear static noises and whispers she can't decipher--all in all getting a...very creepy vibe from you.

Initially she decides to keep her distance, afraid you were secretly some virus or Abstraction underneath that sheet.

But that changes when you're walking by the rooms one night, and you pass by Pomni's door, hearing her quietly crying.

Although you weren't inclined to get close to anybody here, you were concerned. And since you weren't actually coded into the game, you didn't have to follow any of its rules--and that allowed you to enter her room without a key.

At first you scared the shit out of her, but after realizing it's you, she lets you sit beside her, eventually venting about how badly she missed her real home.

"Everyone keeps telling me "oh this place is so much better" or "get used to it"...but what if I don't wanna do that? I don't care if my old life was bad...I-I can't take anymore of this.." Her sobs grow louder. "I wanna wake up in my own bed knowing my real name!!"

"...I miss home, too," is all you say in response. Yet it's more than enough to calm her down.

For once, you're not trying to brush her off or force her to "cheer up" and accept her reality. You made her feel heard.

"Yeah..me, too....sh-should I thank you for agreeing..?" She sniffles, seeing your subtle nod, before you leave her be, not wanting to get too attached.

Ironically, she was able to sleep a little easier after talking to you.

Jax

From the get-go, he's gonna be real nosy and curious.

Since not even Caine himself expected your arrival and found out that you don't follow the "rules" like everyone else...Jax is gonna try his damnedest to understand you and see what makes you tick.

But he's gonna be disappointed quickly since you don't respond much to him (or anybody in general).

"So...ya like Halloween?"

"........"

"....thought so. Good talk, new kid."

You definitely act like a legit ghost--doing nothing but stare, move things around, and pop up unexpectedly.

Eventually, his curiosity leads to him visiting your room (which has no key), and he discovers many drawings on the walls.

Most depicting a dead person wearing a headset.

What he found most disturbing was a journal that contained his and the others' names..

From what he's gathering...you're suspecting one of them of murdering your real world-self.

But he doesn't get much time to ponder this as you show up, angry at him for intruding.

You make yourself look even bloodier and scarier, with both of your eyeballs hanging from their sockets and staring at him.

"Get out."

Those two simple words put the fear of god in him.

Jax runs out faster than a jackrabbit, colliding with Gangle in the process. Her comedy mask falls off again, but he catches it and looks at her.

"J-Jax..?" She realizes his fur is standing up on all ends, and he looks terrified....even more than he did after realizing the circus was his forever home.

But he just shoves the mask back into her hands and leaves without saying a word.

He never speaks of what he found in your room that day.

Kinger

He thought his eyes were weird...until you came along and periodically had to put your own eyeball back into its socket.

"It's good to know I'm not alone!" He nervously chuckles, only to be met with your eerie silence.

Sometime later, he suggests showing you his insect collection, and it does pique your interest.

You did love all things "creepy" and "crawly".

Yet you're adamant about going to his pillow fortress after he invites you.

It reminds you of the ones you used to build all the time, up until...

Fortunately, Kinger recognizes your reluctance and just brings one of his bug boxes to you so you can look at it.

He could infodump about the various critters for hours, with nothing but nods and quiet "mhms" from you, and he's happy.

In general, he doesn't mind your quiet personality.

Although you still sometimes jumpscare him unintentionally like Gangle often does.

Tbh he's a good father figure and recognizes that you're just a kid who got trapped in this game unfairly.

Even so, you try to keep your distance and looks at him suspiciously if he starts acting too nice.

He was quiet aloof, and you weren't sure how he would act on any given day.

Gangle

After accidentally spooking her (by simply existing in the same room as her), she breaks her comedy mask off.

But immediately she feels guilty for screaming and tries scrambling to fix it, hoping you weren't mad at her.

Yet all you do is stare, not looking angry or anything at all (it's hard for any of the performers to see your expression in general, aside from your hanging eye, but still).

Poor Gangle is just afraid you'd turn into a scarier version of yourself.

When she keeps cutting her ribbon fingers(?) on the ceramic pieces, you come over and clean it up for her, taking it away despite your own hands bleeding.

The implications that you were able to shed blood and nobody else were a little disturbing to her..but she's glad you're not offended by her screaming.

Although she wonders where you're going with her mask..

Later on, you knock on her door and present it fully fixed.

Except...it looks more Halloweenish with an evil smile painted on it, messily glued together.

'Oh god I hope this doesn't turn me evil or anything..' She thinks, putting on a smile as she takes it anyways.

Yet you remain where you are, staring and clearly waiting for her to try it on.

And so she does, and it turns her into a very chaotic Halloween lover, acting even more mischievous than Jax and allowing her to finally get her revenge for all his pranks.

In the end, you gain a decent friendship with her, subtly protecting her from Jax's bullying.

Ragatha

Seeing that you're so distant from the rest of the gang has her worried.

Some of them might consider your loose eyeball creepy, but she's not gonna judge you on that (besides, she's missing an eye altogether so she can't say much anyways).

Howeve,r she's the first to find out how strong your distrust of everyone is.

"[Y/n]? I don't think it's good to be isolating yourself like this. I know you hate being here and Caine's a weirdo..but...we're all in this together. You can trust us-"

"Don't." You warn, putting on a frightening display of anger that sends her tumbling to the ground, sending chills up her spine.

"Trust" became something you didn't take lightly, as the last time you put your trust in someone....you ended up dead, turning into a literal ghost in the machine (that was your gaming system).

Despite this, Ragatha doesn't run away.

Like Pomni, she understands that you're just a kid who's confused and lost.....and clearly had serious trust issues.

But she's determined to help you through that, even if you keep scaring everybody away.

She's got motherly instincts, and she hopes that in due time you'll learn to warm up to her.

Zooble

"A bedsheet worn as a costume? That's a classic."

She's seen weirder things during their time in the circus, so you don't faze her too much.

Only when you snap at Ragatha or somebody who was trying to be nice to you does she raise an eyebrow.

Honestly, they 100% understand that you just wanted to be alone sometimes, and she respects that.

It's suffocating trying to act all cheery and go along with every damn activity Caine tries to get everyone involved in (but lucky for you, he can't make you follow along).

Especially since she believes he made up that stupid "Halloween update" as lazy way to explain your sudden arrival.

The only time you do interact with Zooble is after she yanks Jax by his ears, and they hear this eerie-sounding giggle behind them.

When she turns around, you're just standing there motionless, staring at her.

Somehow, they just know you were smiling underneath that costume, which makes her smile, too.

"Maybe I should pull him out a hat next time, huh?" She jokes after letting him go, and you giggle once more as he hits the ground.

[sturniolosangel]

jealous- chris sturniolo (18+)

masterlist

warnings: use of pet names, choking, oral(m&f receiving), unprotected sex (plz wrap before u tap it), pulling hair, cremepie, lowkey dom chris bc lol also not proof read but enjoy

summary: chris and reader are best friends but will one halloween party change that?

i’m sitting in the car with the triplets and we’re playing smash or pass for there youtube channel. chris wouldn’t shut up about betty boop and how she was bad as fuck.

“chris that’s actually crazy we’re not talking literally” i say laughing at him from the backseat. nick then starts laughing as chris starts to defend himself. “i said what i said she bad” i roll my eyes and tell matt to go to the next one.

“smash or pass.. steve harrington from stranger things” matt said looking at me and nick. i look to matt an smile as i speak “smash 100% he could” before i could finish chris spoke “i thought this wasn’t literal” i closed my mouth holding in my laugh. “i don’t care smash all day everyday” i said while the boys mouths were wide open.

as the video ended matt drove back to their apartment. we arrived as i got out the car and wrapped my arms around chris pulling him into a hug since him and matt just argued. he hugged back and took a deep breath in as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “come on it’s alright” i say grabbing his hand dragging him inside.

i walk to the kichen his hand still in mine as i sat next to nick and chris stood behind me while matt was getting a drink. “are we going to nessas halloween party? madi said shes going” nick says looking up from his phone. “i’m always down to get dressed up and i think i have a costume in mind” i spoke leaning back on the chair looking up at chris as he started speaking. “i think i have something in mind too” he looks down at me smiling.

chris grab a pepsi from the fridge as nick and matt both said their goodnights to us. “ready to go to bed i’m exhausted” i say tilting my head at chris as he shuts the fridge. “yeah i’m ready ma” chris said with a raspy voice. i bit my lip as he starts to walk upstairs while i follow behind.

he opens the door as i walk to his draw and got out some of my pajamas because i tend to stay here a lot i’ve know these boys for to long. l start to take off my pants and shirt leaving me in my underwear and bra. chris is sitting on the bed watching me as i look at him in the mirror he smirks at me as i put my head down blushing. i put just a baggy t-shirt on as i go to lay next to him.

i pull the blanket up on us as chris puts his head in my chest. i put my hand in his hair as i drifted off to sleep.

*the day of the party*

i facetime nick because he wanted to get ready on facetime. “heyy nick im actually so excited” i say smiling. “i know i haven’t been to a party in awhile so i’m a little nervous” he said back. “yes exactly i feel like im gonna look like such a slut” i speak as i pull my makeup out. “i promise you’ll look good if people think other wise they can fuck themselfs” nick said reassuring me. i laughed as i struggled to get out a thank you.

i finish my makeup as nick is putting on his costume. “nick i will see you in like 30 minutes i have to do my hair and put my dress on, and remember no showing me what you’re dressed as we all agreed to keep it a secret” i say. “i know i know see you in a bit” he said rolling his eyes sarcastically. “okayy i love uu” i said screaming into the phone. “i love you too” he screamed back. i hung up the phone as i started to play music.

i started to do my hair jamming out to my playlist chris created for me. as i finish my hair and slowly start to take all the pieces for my costume out of the box. i put my red dress on looking at myself in the mirror and turning around looking how good my body looked. i slipped on the red garter to my thigh an putt my heels on. i sent a text to nick letting him know i’ll be there soon.

i hopped in my car an started to drive to the place the party was being held turning up the radio. i pulled up as i looked around to see all the cars outside. i parked my car as i got out grabbing my purse walking to the door.

as i walked in i saw nessa and madi so i knew the triplets had to be here. i walked up to them. “you guys look so good” i said hugging them. “omg girl you are so hot” madi says pulling way. “thank you mads but do you know where the boys are?”i question. she point her fingers over to the kitchen. i nod my head as i say my goodbyes.

i slowly walk into the kitchen and i lock eyes with matt who’s jaw is on the floor as i put my finger to my lips telling him to shoosh because i wanted to surprise chris. before i could walk behind chris someone stopped me.

“hey how have you been!” i turned around to see who it was. it was an old friend of mine he went to my highschool. “where’s time gone you look so grown but i’m doing good how about you?” i ask looking up at him. i feel a stare behind but i choose to ignore it.

“i’m good it’s been so long since i’ve seen you and you look amazing” he spoke flirtatiously. my smile dropped realizing he was trying to make a move. “thank you it was nice seeing you” i said as i gave him a small hug as his hands wrapped around my waist but i pulled away right then and there.

i waved at him as i turned around my eyes met a very sexy steve harrington who has his jaw clenched. i walk my way over to the triplets and put my hands out giving a “surprise” look. “omg! you look actually so amazing” nick said pulling me into a hug. “mr harrington over here couldn’t stop looking at you” matt laughed as he pulled me into a hug as well.

i laugh as i pull away and make it to chris. his reaction changes as he takes me in looking me from top to bottom as he licks his lips. i look up to him with doe eyes as i put my hands around his neck pulling him into a hug. he wraps his hand right above my ass.

“like what you see mr harrington” i whisper in his ear as i pull away arms still wrapped around his neck. he looks down onto he as his hands slowly move down my ass. “i love what i see mrs betty boop” he whispers back.

i look to my left and realize nick and matt are gone i giggle as i turn back to chris. i grab his hand as i lead him outside where we can get away from everyone. “i can’t believe you dressed up as steve like i could kiss you right now” i said looking up at him. “why don’t you? … or do you want that other guy in there. he sure wanted a piece of you.” chris spoke with a tang of anger.

“why would i want him when i have you” i said licking my lips looking back and forth between his lips and eyes. he rises his hand to my cheek closing the gap between us connecting our lips. i wrap my hand in his hair slightly tugging as his hand moved from my face to my neck squeezing lightly.

i moaned against his lips as he slips his tounge into my mouth as we fought for dominance, him obviously winning. his other hand sliding down my dress kneading my ass in his hand. i tilt my head back as he replaced his hand with his lips on my neck.

“as much as i love and appreciate this outfit i need to get it off of you” chris looked down at me as i bit my lip. he grabbed my hand and ran to find an empty room. as we reach a room completely empty he shut the door and locked it connecting our lips once again.

my hands went under his shirt feeling his torso and chest as i pulled it over his head. he unzipped my dress as i step out of it his pants are tossed on the floor with it. i reach for my thigh to take my garter chris stops me. “leave it on” he spoke demanding. i nod my head as i slowly start to kneel on the ground.

chris groans from the way he doesn’t even need to tell you what to do. i pull down his boxers watching his hard dick bounce onto his torso. i pump him with my hand as he steps on out his boxers. “come on ma.. put that pretty mouth to use” he said putting his hand on my head not messing up my hair.

i reply with taking him in my mouth as he threw his head back with a moan. i started to bop my head up and down with his hand guiding me. “as much as i’m enjoying this i want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours” he spoke grabbing my hand pulling me up.

he reconnected our lips and picked me up. i wrapped my legs around him as he took me to the bed and laid me down. he started planting light bruises on my neck as he made his way down and unclipped my bra. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve see in my life” he said hands groping my boobs.

i whine out at his actions as he tongue meets my nipples sucking. his hand reach farther down and get to my side as he pops of my nipple leaving kisses along my torso. i bring my hand down to move his hair so i could see his face.

he reached my pussy as he took my underwear an put it in his pocket as he opened my legs. my pussy on full display for me glistening from the light as he used two fingers to spread it open. “you’ve been hiding this beautiful thing from me” he spoke rubbing my clit.

i moan as my hand reaches farther into his hair almost tugging. “gonna be a good girl for me and let me eat you out.” he said putting a finger in me. my head titled back “yes i’ll be good.. just please chris” i desperately whispered.

he went in bringing his lips and tounge to my clit while pumping a finger in and out of me. i grip his hair as i roll my eyes back. he groans against me sending a vibration through my whole body.

he adds a second finger going a little faster this time as i moan out his name. “chris! .. fuck i’m bout to cum please!” i almost scream out. he pulls away from now taking his fingers out and rubbing my clit. “not yet baby i wanna fuck it out of you” i moan at his words as he towers over me.

he gives me a kiss before flipping me on my stomach so i’m face down ass up. he lets me get comfortable before slowly putting his dick in me. i groan against the pillow as his hands grip my hips. he sets a slow pace groaning while going in and out.

“god you’re so tight ma.. i’m gonna go a little faster now” he spoke. i nodded my head eagerly needing him to go faster. he rocked me back and forth against him as he’s hand came down to grip my hair. “fuck.. just like that chris!” i grip the sheets underneath my fingers.

“such a slut.. wanting me to be rough with you” he said tightening his hand that was in hair. “yes chris i’m your slut” i breathlessly spoke. “just mine” he whispered bringing me up so my back was against his chest. i turn my head to lock lips with him as one of us hands wrapped around neck and other around my torso keeping me stable.

all i could hear was unsteady moans, skin slapping, and the music faintly from downstairs. i cleached around him as he moans into my lips. i dragged my arm behind his head gripping a hold of him as he pounded into me. “shit chris! im not gonna last much longer” i spoke tilting my head back.

“it’s okay baby let it out i’m right behind ya” he said dragging his hand from my neck to my clit rubbing in circles. i close my eyes as my hand clings onto his hair slightly pulling. “oh god chris” i almost screamed out as i let myself go.

i clenched around him as my legs started to slight shake as he filled me up moaning in my ear. “what a good girl letting me just stuff you” he said letting me catch my breath. he pulled out and laid us down on the bed.

i was about to fall asleep until i heard nick scream “chris and y/n! where are you guys, we need to take pictures!” chris chuckled as he looked over to me putting his hand out so we could get up. i groan as i take his hand and get up tossing him his clothes.

i start to put my whole outfit on for a second time today as i looked up to see chris fully dressed behind me zipping up my dress. i smile at him as i turn around and kiss him. “come on ma wouldn’t want them waiting” he smirked as i nod my head. i look at myself in the mirror and surprisingly, my hair was still good, but my lipstick was ruined.

we walked outside the room with chris’s arm around my waist. “there you guys are come on we need to hurry” nick said smiling pulling us downstairs. i interlock my hands with chris as we walked to all of our friends.

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[wearethecyclones]

Here, have an episode coda ficlet featuring JoshEddie, EddieJosh, Jeddie, whatever the kids are calling it...

(If there are typos in here no there aren't. I need to learn how to write fast and loose and SHORT if i want to ever be a writer ever again. I so never do a tumblr fic moment idk how to format this lolol anyway this is Josh's POV, features a couple mustaches, and a suddenly flirty grocery store banter moment okay luv u bye)

Much like every Halloween shift before it, this one was a wild one. Josh had made it through the shift okay, but when he clocks out it takes a little longer than most days to shake it off. Something about it clings to him. When he gets to his car, he just wants to text someone from the 118 to see how Hen’s son is doing but he doesn’t think he can take bad news either. 

He’d love to just go home and draw the black out curtains and crash for the day, but a scheduled reminder pops up on his phone telling him to grab a few things at the store. He’d rather not be faced with the lack of those things on the other side of a day spent sleeping, so with a heavy sigh he turns his car on and sets his sights on the closest Ralph’s.

Discounted Halloween candy in a mess of boxes greets him at the entrance of the store. Josh grabs a couple bags, thinking of the candy jar on his desk. He takes his time in the produce section, finding some sort of comfort in how empty the store is while employees bustle around stocking shelves. 

He rounds an end cap overflowing with tortillas of every size imaginable and is shocked back to reality when his cart clangs sharply against someone else’s.

“God, I’m so sorry,” Josh rushes to say, looking up at the other cart’s owner. And of course he had to run into the hottest guy in the whole store. Brown eyes, prince charming hair swoop, a mustache, and… oh fuck, that’s Eddie Diaz. “I uh… was lost in my own world,” he finishes lamely, a confusing mix of attraction and annoyance swirling in him.

“Thought that was you,” Eddie says, neutral enough. His eyes flick down to Josh’s mouth and back up to his eyes. “Hey.”

“Eddie. Hi, sorry.”

“No worries.” He glances down at Josh’s mouth again and Josh’s skin crawls, not unpleasantly. Josh feels self-conscious, like he always does around Eddie. He fights the instinct to let his shoulders curve inward to protect his soft underbelly. He almost wants to overcorrect by snapping to perfect posture instead, but he fights that urge too. Act natural. 

“Getting off shift?” Eddie asks. “Heard you on the radio last night.” Neutral, neutral, neutral. 

“Yeah. Crazy night, right?”

Eddie nods. “They took us out of rotation for a little after, well…” Eddie waves his hand in front of him as a loose identifier. Josh understands. 

“I can imagine. Are you coming from the hospital?” Josh asks. 

“Yeah,” he says, scratching at the stubble along his jaw in way that strikes Josh as impulsive and nervous. 

Josh takes a deep breath and asks, “How’s Hen’s son doing?” 

“He’s doing great, surgery went well. He’s got a broken leg and will probably be hurting for awhile, but he’s okay.”

Josh lets out a relieved breath. “Thank God for that.”

Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah, we’re all really relieved.”

Josh nods. He finds himself running out of things to say and feels the clock on this interaction running down swiftly. But again, that mustache… For all intents and purposes, it’s kind of a basic and typical firefighter sort of mustache to have but Eddie really pulls it off. Something about it lends a bit of mature softness to his face, contrasting nicely with the rest of his face. And listen, it’s a good face. Josh has never lied to himself enough to mark Eddie as unattractive, physically. He has eyes.

“Nice mustache, by the way, suits you,” Josh says. Because why not? 

Eddie laughs a little louder than Josh finds necessary here. “Yeah, you too,” he says. 

“Huh?” Josh asks. His stubble can’t be that grown in. Is he being made fun of or something?

“The…” Eddie lifts his hand to make a reverse pinching motion at his own upper lip. “The mustache…?” he finishes when Josh continues to blankly stare at him.

Josh’s hand flies up to his upper lip, fingers coming into contact with the stupid fake mustache he’d glued on forever and a day ago. “Oh my god.” He laughs. “I forgot I was wearing this. Wow, it was such a long night.” He picks at the edge to peel it off. Eddie’s eyes track the motion, a gentle amusement settled over his features. 

“Yeah, I can’t do that with mine,” he teases. 

Josh feels disarmed. Just seconds ago he thought he was on the wrong side of a joke, now he feels on the inside of one. 

“Didn’t think so.”

“Impressed it stayed on so well,” Eddie comments. 

“Yeah, I watched a YouTube tutorial. I was sure I was going to sweat it off.”

“Ever try growing one, or is that not in your wheelhouse?” Eddie says, playful.

Josh should feel at least a little offended, but he’s  pretty sure he’s detecting a little friendly banter… “Honey, I’m Italian, I can grow facial hair.” 

Eddie holds his hands up, lips downturned in a Muppety kind of way. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Uh huh, that’s right,” Josh says on a laugh.

“And what were you supposed to be exactly?” Eddie asks, gesturing loosely at his regulation blue polo. 

“I was kinda going for Eddie Diaz if he had only ever had a desk job,” Josh says, and he’s sure the small note of flirtation in his tone could be heard by anyone in a ten mile radius. 

Not sure where that came from…

Eddie laughs, the unforgiving overhead lights making his eyes sparkle. “Well, you nailed it. I guess.”

“Thanks, thanks, I tried really hard.” He holds up his balled fist and flourishes his fingers open and closed to reveal and conceal the fake mustache a couple times before shoving it into his pocket. 

“No, but really, what were you supposed to be?” 

Josh never accused Eddie of not being thorough, at the very least. Relentless, sometimes. Snide, at his worst. It was something that used to rankle him. But now there’s an easy openness to Eddie’s face that might be earnest curiosity. 

“Well, I kinda never got around to coming up with something and I had that thing laying around from last year’s costume. So…” Josh shrugs, pairing it with a lopsided smile. “Me with a mustache?”

“And what was last year’s costume?” Eddie asks. Thorough. Bordering on relentless.

“Oh, do not make me say, you’ll make fun of me.” 

He tilts his head just slightly, a slow and mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Oh, c’mon. I’ve had the worst Halloween ever, throw me a bone?”

Josh shifts his weight from one foot to the other with an indignant sigh. A distant part of him notes Eddie’s tactic. Charming his way into what he wants. Where Josh would have been inclined to read it as fake before, he can’t seem to draw the same conclusion now. It’s a sweet smile. 

“Fine. I was one of the Village People. It was a group costume.” 

Eddie’s face lights up. “Oh, that’s great. Which one were you?”

“Construction worker,” Josh answers, feeling his cheeks heat up against his will. Why is he embarrassed? Why does he care? It was a good costume. He’d looked kinda hot. He and his then current, now ex-, boyfriend and their friends had a great time. Whatever. 

“Love that,” Eddie says, sounding like he genuinely kinda means it. 

“Yeah,” Josh says, waving his hand vaguely in the space between them. “What’s been so bad about your Halloween?” Tit for tat. 

Eddie’s face goes through a series of fast but very clear expressions that all say: are you fucking kidding me?

“Other than,” Josh interjects before he can actually say anything out loud. “That horrible call.”

Eddie huffs a forgiving laugh. “Ah, I mean, isn’t that enough?”

“Sure.” Josh lets the sentiment hang. 

Eddie looks at the products on the shelf in front of him for the first time since they’ve been in this aisle and seems to be chewing on the inside of his cheek. Josh is about to retract his question entirely when he clears his throat and says, “I uh, don’t have my kid with me anymore. He’s in El Paso with my parents and Halloween was always our thing but apparently this year he’s suddenly too old for it. And, you know, every time I respond to a call for a kid who is hurt and their parents are right there, or sometimes they aren’t, I just… I don’t know. And Denny really could’ve…” he trails off, and Josh recognizes the superstitious, nearly holy refusal to name what could’ve happened. He clears his throat again. “It was really dicey there for a second and I was watching Hen and Karen, holding Karen up… I just. Miss my boy.” He sniffs, suddenly. And shakes his head. 

Josh follows his eye line to a row of Manischewitz Gefilte Fish and his skin is crawling to break the tension, to distract, to do the thing he always does even though he really shouldn’t…

But he can’t stop himself.

“Sooo, Gefilte Fish, am I right?” he asks. 

Eddie’s eyes cut to him. Then back to the shelf in front of him. He smiles and shakes his head. “Sorry, I made it weird.”

“I’m pretty sure I made it weird, actually,” Josh says with an apologetic tone.

“Right, but I could’ve answered that differently.”

“No,” Josh disagrees. “I asked. I wanted to know. I meant that I made it weird with Gefilte Fish.”

Eddie laughs again, bright and airy. “Sure. Anyway, sorry.” He shakes tension from shoulders, and seems to be ready to excuse himself and walk away. Josh should let him. Josh doesn’t want to.

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Eddie, sounds tough.”

“Yeah, no, it’s… life, you know?” he says dismissively, with a wry twist of the mouth. 

Josh shrugs a shoulder. “And life is tough sometimes.” With nary a breath between thoughts, he plows ever onward. “I was going to get breakfast before going home, there’s a weird little diner near here that makes a great French toast. Wanna join?”

Here’s the part where Eddie and Josh are supposed to come to and remember who they are. Who they are to each other. Who they’ll remain to each other. Josh braces for rejection. Josh prepares to walk away with the satisfaction of having reached out to someone, whether or not they wanted to accept. 

Eddie’s face, which Josh has counted at least a thousand emotions and micro expressions on in this short exchange alone, does something soft. Sweet. He smiles a little. “That sounds nice, actually. Thanks.”

Josh’s heart leaps a little. “Great!” He feels the grin stretch across his face without his permission and bites his lip to contain it. Deflect, deflect, deflect. “You’re buying, you owe me for implying I’m too gay to grow a mustache.”

“UH, excuse me, I did not,” Eddie argues, waving a bossy finger at him. There’s a sparkle in his eye that tells Josh they’re playing the same game. 

“Uh huh. And I bet you know so many gay people you couldn’t poooossibly be homophobic. Prove it to me over breakfast.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, biting down his own grin. “Sure. Fine. You done here? Let’s check out and go.” He makes a point of knocking his cart into Josh’s, cheeky bastard that he is, and heads for the front of the store. “Coming?” he asks over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Josh says, grinning at the back of his head. 

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

summary: after a quick stop by mostro lounge, you decide you can't leave octavinelle's students to their dreadful costume fate

pairing: jade leech x fashion savvy! reader

warnings: fluff/crack, a little suggestive at the end; just a small drabble to celebrate me getting jade's halloween ssr that appeared in my drafts before i knew what's going on

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“And now, pray tell, what is this supposed to be?”

“We’re mummies,” Floyd eagerly grinned back at you when you entered Mostro Lounge. “Pretty neat, ain’t it, shrimpy?”

“I guessed as much from the form you submitted to the Halloween management committee.” You surveyed the warzone of torn white fabric the lounge had become and then zeroed in on the octotrio’s ‘costumes’, wondering in which world a mummy looked like a plucked chicken. “My actual question was, why do you look like toddlers who rolled around in a bunch of toilet paper?”

“Come again?” Azul tried to hide his shocked expression behind his hand as he adjusted his wired glasses.

“You’re well aware that mummies have a body shape too, right?” Walking up to Jade, you started inspecting the damage and what part of this fiasco was still savable, bunching fabric between your fingers and pulling at white clothing shreds. “Under different circumstances I’d be rather impressed that you managed to erase someone’s figure altogether but, with the festival in mind, I can’t let this pass. I can’t believe you put my boyfriend in this, Azul.”

“It’s truly tragic, pearl, isn’t it?” Jade played along, sighing tiredly as he raised one hand to cup your cheek. When your face was pressed into his chest, his palm cradling the back of your head, he threw a wicked grin Azul’s way. “To think that after all these years of knowing and supporting each other, you’d make us wear this when we’re expecting visitors from far and wide… I don’t want to linger on the thought.”

“Oh please, would you both quit being so dramatic?” Octavinelle’s housewarden rolled his eyes and massaged his temple before his shoulders sacked. “Alright fine, maybe the costumes weren’t our best work yet. Let’s hear your proposal then, Prefect.”

You hummed in contemplation as you studied the outfits again. “We can keep the striped shirts and the pants but we need decidedly more belts, a whole lot of them. And, if you know what’s good for you, then you'd better have untangled yourselves from the toilet paper looking crap by the time I’m back.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Azul asked as you were already halfway out of the dorm.

“I’m going to save Mostro Lounge!”

Upon your return, you were delighted to see the guys had followed your advice/ command and were waiting for you in only the long shirts and black trousers. When Jade saw you coming in, carrying a bunch of boxes filled with clothes and accessories, he quickly took them from you and set them down on the table next to them. 

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him, to which your boyfriend pressed a quick kiss to your temple. His brother did not hide the gagging noise he made. “Okay, let’s get to work. Halloween’s already drawing close and we’ll still have to make adjustments to the costumes for sure. 

“Here,” you said, digging through the cardboard boxes until you found the black shirts you’d been searching for. “Put these on. They should be roughly the right size.”

Turning around to let them change, you searched for the accessories you’d deemed the show-stealers. Brushing over leather, you hooked your fingers into the metal ring of a harness to hold it up. You really owed Pomefiore for this one.

“Oya, shrimpy, watcha have there?” Floyd’s amused lilt told you that he was pretty aware of what exactly it was. “You wanna catch yourself a fish? Or an eel, hmm?”

“I have to say, it is a pretty daring approach to a Halloween school costume,” Jade chimed in, one hand resting on his chin in contemplation but nonetheless smiling. “Not that I am opposed to it, of course.”

“Prefect, is this really necessary?” Azul shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking at you but not quite into your eyes. “I mean I understand refining our apparel but this…”

“Azul, I’m making you marketable right now,” you said earnestly and with that, his azure eyes finally snapped to you. “Do you know how much potential profit is tied to this one little accessory? C’mon, try it on. You can still decide not to wear it afterwards. For now, just go with the flow.”

One by one, you helped them secure the straps around their torso, having Jade hold Floyd still enough to get it on him. You could see Azul fidgeting from the corner of your eye as you put the finishing touches on Jade’s harness, slipping two fingers underneath the straps to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“Okay, let’s get the shirts back on, add some more belts, cut up the fabric and get this show on the road. I can basically see people banging down your doors already. I hope you can seat that many guests.” The last sentences were more so directed at Azul, in an effort for him to just let you do your thing. “I don’t have any sort of hat prepared because I frankly didn’t expect to save a dorm’s costume today but I’ll see what I can do.”

“My my, that does pose the question of where we’d be without you,” Jade chuckled affectionately. 

“Out of business on Halloween, apparently,” you sighed theatrically. “Well then, chop chop guys, I want to see the entire thing.”

After they all pulled their striped shirts back on, you added more belts around their hips and waist to give the outfit more shape but didn’t tug the shirts in to mimic a mummy’s peeled off bandages. All in all, it wasn’t the most elaborate costume but it did the trick and if you could put some finishing touches on it throughout the week, you were confident the lounge would attract a fair share of customers. 

“Alright, that’s it. You can go around and do some work or whatever just to get a feel for the clothes. Remember, you’ll have to wear them for the entirety of the festival, so I want to remove anything that might be uncomfortable beforehand. And Floyd, don’t drag those white sleeves through the dirt, got it? They should stay the colour they are now.” You sent the eel a warning glare and he held his hand up in defence, although the grin he didn’t bother to hide before he vanished to the Seven know where wasn’t reassuring. 

Azul had apparently already slinked back into his office, leaving you standing alone in the lounge with your boyfriend, giving you ample time to admire your work again. Seeing Jade in something like this was certainly something you’d been very curious about, with good right as you learnt now; the black shirt highlighting his muscle and the leather holding your attention were leading your thoughts down a very different direction. Something he must have caught on to somehow.

“Do you like what you see, pearl?” He teased, his grin showing off his sharp teeth as he studied you with mischievous interest. Maybe it was your imagination but in the dimly lit lounge, his left eye seemed to glow. “I cannot help but wonder why you’d extend your gracious assistance to us without wanting anything in return, not that I am not grateful of course. 

“Perhaps you merely wanted to seize your chance to put me into something like this?” He gestured towards the harness secured around his chest, his attentive gaze not flitting from your face for even a second. “You know you need only ask if you have any more… fantasies of this nature.”

“I— It’s nothing like that! You make me sound like some pervert,” you protested, although, to your embarrassment, he wasn’t completely wrong. But, seriously, who would pass up a situation like this? “Anyway, don’t you have anything to do? You’re usually busy around the clock.”

“Oh, I have something very important to do,” he grinned down at you, taking a step closer to you, to the point you had to take one back, until he could crowd you against the bar. Now that he had you right where he wanted you, his hands smoothed down the sides of your body until he could place his hands on the back of your thighs to effortlessly lift you onto the counter. It happened so fast, you let out a surprised yelp and braced yourself against his chest, to which he merely chuckled. 

“And what would that work entail?” You questioned as you ran your fingers along the straps of the harness spanning his broad chest. Looking up you saw his attention already on you.

“Under normal circumstances it would require me to get out of these clothes. But, per your request, that is currently not possible.” Leaning into your personal space, his lips brushed over the delicate skin of your pulse point, his breath fanning over the base of your neck as he lowered his voice to a whispered husk. “I am fairly certain though, the same restrictions do not apply for your clothes, my precious pearl. I can definitely work with that.”

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[mybuckynotyours]

Printesa Mea

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Reader is in her early twenties and Bucky is in his mid 40s. Mentions of sex, oral sex, mutual pinning, cockwarming if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary & A/N: I suck at summaries but this is fluffy, cute but also naughty-ish! It's the Christmas season and I've been finally inspired! I'm having a huge daddy kink at the moment too. If this will be received well, I might write more about these two! I have a few more ideas up in my sleeve. Thank you so much for reading! Do not forget to comment and reblog :) <3

You were nearing the end of this semester and that only meant one thing. Christmas was fast approaching. This semester was always the one you dreaded and wanted it to end as quickly as possible. You were a Christmas lover through and through. By mid-October you would be thinking of all the Christmas lights and all the food you’ll get to enjoy with your friends. Your friends would laugh at you during the yearly Halloween party and tell you to slow down. You would just happily grin and shrug it off.

But this year was a little different that usual. This year were with someone, well, not exactly. You weren’t exactly dating him. It was more of an arrangement really that started just before you had gone back to university.

It was truly random how the two of you met. You weren’t really looking for a sugar daddy but it seems that your deepest, dirtiest wish came true without even working for it.

You two met on a Sunday morning when you were on your latte run, about to head home to kickstart your day for the usual meal preps and reading.

Your eyes met and you smiled at each other politely. For some reason, probably how the universe wanted to really bring the two of you closer together, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You looked away as you stood next to each other waiting for your coffee orders and laughed lightly.

He was the first to speak as he reached out to take his coffee cup and with a deep voice, thanked the barista. Hearing him speak sent shivers down your spine and the effect is still there to this day. He speaks so calmly yet stern when he needs to be. You were on your knees for him in no time.

But before, going into that, you two got to know each other. He shamelessly asked you before he headed out of the coffee shop and you immediately accepted his invitation. And as they say, the rest was history.

You had told yourself that this was only an arrangement. You had to segregate your feelings. In no way you could ever possibly end up falling for him. He was your sugar daddy and only that. No matter how good it felt when he ate you out all night long just to draw out his name from your whimpering lips. No matter how great it felt to spend a night in watching a movie together and eat together. And especially, no matter how incredible it felt to get all dolled up to some event he would make you attend with him, just to be on his arm, twirling you around on the dance floor, having your princess moment. He truly did treat you like a princess. Indeed, he liked to call you one too.

“Printesa mea.” His warm velvety voice hovering over your skin. He would then place soft gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and then another on your neck.

His beard would tickle you, causing you to giggle like a little girl. “People are watching.”

“Don’t care.” He would shrug you off, then kiss your warm cheek.

Then you would bid your adieu to the party guests and head to his mansion where he would fuck you till the sun would rise. He was insatiable – the way his body moved, like a god really, a tight grip on your hips as his cock would stretch you out. And my goodness he was big. You could feel all of him as your walls would clench around his length, hissing at that first stretch.

He’d always look at you with a tinge of concern at first, breathlessly asking for your approval and for your wellbeing. As soon as you would smile up to him and give him a sign to continue, he would transform into a beast – thrusting in to you to the hilt, groaning and panting in the crook of your neck as he would come inside you. Fuck, that warmth was everything – both your fluids as you’d come together at times, the product of your pleasures to one another. You enjoyed it trickling down your thighs. It was satisfying on so many levels.

Back to the present moment, you had to press your legs together and stop yourself from thinking of all your debaucheries with Bucky.

He was paying your school debts and in return you got to enjoy all that. But that was it. You couldn’t let your mind wander as if you were a girl in love.

“It’s probably the holidays that’s making me feel like this.” You mumbled to yourself.

But really, you knew yourself better. After the million Christmas movies you’d watch every year, your one true wish was to meet the same guy all the women in the movies met. No matter how much you laughed at these cheesy movies, you loved it and you’d wish for one day to live that impossible fairy tale. Nothing was as in the movies and you knew that but damn, Bucky was something else. It was like, he did come straight out that kind of movie and with Christmas coming you, you couldn’t help but wonder whether you’ll have that happily ever after with Bucky.

You two did establish what you both wanted from this arrangement. He was looking for someone like you and well, despite you not exactly looking for someone like him, you really needed the help financially. Bucky was perfect to provide just that. A bit of sex would not hurt right? We’re two consenting adults! That’s what the two of you had agreed upon over a cheese platter and the best wine you had ever tasted. Bucky had a thing for the finer things in life. He certainly maintained high standards and quality. His demeanour oozed with those qualities. Always dressed up in a three piece suit, looking sharp and refined, he was someone you actually started to admire. You only wished you were as confident as he were. He knew that about you as he always tested and pushed your limits which resulted in you becoming much more comfortable in your own skin and you started doing things that you didn’t think you’d actually ever start doing. Bucky was not only an incredible lover but also an incredible mentor.

As your infatuating thoughts ran on, Bucky walked into the cafeteria you were in. It took you by surprise as you spotted him heading your way. You weren’t meant to see each other, not at least till he would call you. You wanted to throw yourself at him, just wrap yourself into his black coat and never leave him. Oh that would be wonderful…if only.

“Printesa mea! How great seeing you here today!” His face broke into a wide smile at you as he extended his arms to wrap them around you.

His musky, strong smell filled up your nostrils and made you tremble with need already. You loved to smell his cologne and you loved having it on you.

He chuckled as he realised that you were sniffing. “Awh, missing too much.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness and withdrew away from his embrace – it was painful but you had to anyway.

“What are you doing here? I wanted to call you later to ask you something. Glad I can do it in person now.” He sat down across you and took your hands into his, his thumb brushing your knuckles gently.

“Oh?” You giggled softly then composed yourself with a sigh. “Well, I’m trying to finish off this last assignment before the holiday season comes up. It’s my favourite month and I want to enjoy it as much as I can with few uni distractions. Thankfully classes are ending soon as well.”

“A Christmas lover, I see…well, I’ve figured I guess.” He squeezed your hand as he chuckled once again.

“How on earth would you know that about me?” You laughed in disbelief with him.

“I just do. And it suits you really. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited about something. Your positive energy and your Christmas energy just go hand in hand, I guess? If this makes sense.” He squinted his eyes with a shrug.

“Alright, yeah, I guess I can take that.” You chuckled once again, not forgetting the way he spoke about you in a certain way. He clearly notices you.

“Anyway, I know that this might be farfetched or something but I was wondering whether you wanted to spend Christmas together? I mean, I know you’ve got your friends but you never really spoke about your family and I would understand if you’d want to go visit them...but I don’t know and well…”

…well what?” You teased slightly but your heart was ready to jump out of your sweater, your palms were sweating and Bucky realised that too as he looked down at your hands.

“I mean, I know that this is not…you know, us, conventional and all that but I don’t really have anyone…I…you know, I’m only seeing you so I just thought we could be together you know? For the holidays? I’ll give you more money and I’ll take you Christmas shopping too.”

You had never seen Bucky the way he were right now in front of you. He was rambling, fidgeting his long legs and you were certain that he was looking past you as he was speaking. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was feeling uncomfortable. What was he truly trying to say?  Why the sudden change in appearance?

“Um, okay. I would like that Buck.” You wanted to scream from the top of your lungs. Aside from the fact that Bucky was feeling uncomfortable or nervous or whatever you were happily screaming inside. This was turning into a reality – you were having your chick flick, Christmas movie moment. You were getting to spend Christmas with the man that you were yearning for. The man that made you feel so many things all at once.

“Really?” His nervous look turned into relief as he leaned back in his seat as if he finally got something out of his chest.

“But why were you rambling about it? I mean, you know I have no issues at all with wanting to spend time with you, even during Christmas. My family is complicated and one day I will tell you all about it. Otherwise, I’m happy to be with you, you know…” You trailed off, now the one feeling somewhat nervous but also proud of yourself for being direct. Bucky was really rubbing off on you.

“I know, I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me.” He shook his head as a light laugh passed from his lips. “You’re a beautiful woman, printesa mea, and I didn’t think you’d want to spend the festive season with an old man like me.” He said running his fingers through his cottonlike dark hair.

His words took you by surprise, but you wanted to hide it and for some reason you were feeling cheeky quite quickly as you came up with quite the comeback, “Daddy, I promise you that I’m really going to enjoy myself with you.”

You couldn’t wait to jump onto his lap and have your way with him. Maybe he could fuck you with your Santa hat on or with your merry Christmas dress on…you’ll have to get it for him for sure. Oh…all the fun that you two will be having is going to be endless.

[storm-angel989]

Idea: Val's Teenage Daughter is at school and she is crushing some boy from her class (or something like that) and HE LIKES HER TOO and gives her a flower, and later on Val (or her uncle's, I don't know) found the flower hidden in her backpack, because she was embarrassed of telling them (or scared of their reaction, whatever your think is best)

Hi friend, 

Sure thing! Take a peek below! This was super cute to write!

<3 Mandy

Ninth grade dances were going to be the bane of my existence. 

As I looked around at the kids I had known most of my life, I tried to imagine dancing with any of them. I couldn’t really- I had known the others way too long, and had way too many memories stemming back to kindergarten for me to see any of them as anything other than a sibling like friendship. 

Except for one. 

He had moved to our school from the greed ring at the start of the school year. Quiet, handsome with dark hair and brown eyes. The first time I looked at him I felt a feeling in my belly I had never felt before. 

“Oh, someone has a crush,” my best friend teased me when I told her as we got ready for afterschool practice. 

“Yeah, I guess,” I replied as I pulled on my swimsuit. “But it doesn’t matter. Did you see the other girls in class? He literally can pick anyone and they’d swoon.”

My best friend rolled her eyes. “Yeah, not anyone. But come on, we’re going to be late and I don’t want to swim extra laps because you’re crushing, hard.”

As the weeks passed, I found myself seated next to him in more than one class. We exchanged a few words, passing remarks about assignments. At lunch he sat with the rest of the boys, and during study hall, he sat in the front row, his pencil constantly moving across blank paper. By mid September, curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked him what he was so busy working on.

Sketching was the answer. Pages and pages of drawings, detailed outlines of objects and characters from his favorite shows. 

“These are really good,” I praised him. 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right, you’re just saying that.”

“No, really, I would know. My Aunt Velvette is an artist,” I told him. “She designs clothes, and she draws on literally everything. One time, she left her sketchbook in the office and she made my Uncle Vox turn around and go back to get it. We missed our flight. My dad was super pissed.”

That elicited a laugh. From that point on, he made it a point to sit by me, to share his sketches in between classes. And the more we talked, the bigger my crush grew. As the halloween dance grew closer, I imagined that there was one way I was going- and that was as his date. 

Two weeks before the dance, he presented me with a red rose. Standing next to my locker at the end of the day, I flushed bright red. Was this really happening? 

“I get it if you think dances are lame, but you didn’t say you had a date, so I was wondering if you’d be mine?” He asked. “Or if you do think its lame, we can go get pizza or something instead?”

“How about the dance and then pizza?” I suggested as I took the rose from him. 

“It’s a date,” he agreed. 

Joy overflowed from my chest. The bell rang and we both took off towards our respective rides- him to his bus, and mine to the limo. I slid into the seat, staring at the ruby red petals. I had a date. Not only a date, but the date! 

“Did you have a good day?” The driver asked.

My stomach dropped as realization flooded through me. I had a date. That meant I needed to tell my Dad. And my mom. And my Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox. The notorious V’s. Hastily, I shoved the rose in my backpack and pulled out a book. 

“It was fine, thanks for asking,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. 

As soon as I got inside, I hurried up to my Uncle Vox’s office. As carefully as I could, I took out my homework, being sure to keep the rose hidden. Thankfully, my Uncle Vox was too busy working on his computer to say more than hello and I busied myself in my homework. As soon as I finished, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and rushed back downstairs. I knew I couldn’t risk them finding the flower. It would have to stay in my backpack until I could put it in my locker the next day at school. 

The more I thought about it, the more I cheered up. In fact, I wouldn’t even tell them I had a date to the dance! I would just say I was going with friends. This way, I could avoid all the questions I knew my family would have. In relief, I hung my backpack on the door. 

“So, did anything exciting happen today in school?” My Aunt Velvette asked over dinner.

I felt the color rise in my cheeks. Quickly, I shook my head and shoved a bite of chicken into my mouth. 

“Really?” my Dad asked.

I quickly lifted up my water glass and took a sip. I shook my head again.

“Oh, well. I got a note from your teacher today saying you have a test that needs to be signed? You’re not doing so well in math?” My father asked with his eyebrow raised. “Did you have Uncle Vox sign it?”

“I didn’t sign anything,” Uncle Vox said as he took a sip of water.

“Oh, I, uh, yeah, I forgot about that,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, I just…it’s really hard this year.” Or the head that I stared at was super cute. 

Valentino exchanged a glance with Vox and Velvette. 

“I’ll take a look at it,” Vox said. “Not a problem, math gets a little more complex in high school, nothing I can’t walk you through.” He stood up and dropped his empty plate in the sink. 

I watched as he walked over towards where my backpack hung. 

“No, wait, Uncle Vox! I can get it out,” I said quickly as I jumped up. 

“Why? Something in here you don’t want me to see?” He teased as he dug around in my bag, “I promise you a few bad grades won’t kill your GPA. What color is your math book again? Yellow?” He paused, “now where did this come from?” 

I felt my heart sink and my cheeks flush as he pulled out the crumpled rose. Vox looked to Valentino and Velvette. 

“Okay, fine. I sort of got asked to the dance, I wasn’t gonna tell you, but I..” I blurted out. I turned to run and hide in my bedroom but Uncle Vox stepped in front of me.

“You have a date? To a dance? And you wern’t going to tell us?” Aunt Velvette exclaimed. “Reader!”

I buried my face in my hands as embarrassment rushed through me. 

“Why not?” My fathers calm voice broke through the silence. 

“Because, I didn’t want him to be interrogated and I really like him!” I exclaimed in frustration. “You three are the most powerful overlords in hell, it isn’t like he can just come to the door and pick me up like my friend’s dates do. You’re gonna want to meet him, and that alone is intimidating and I…it isn’t fair!” 

“You are taking this way too far,” my Aunt Velvette said. “And being super dramatic. Take a breath.”

“Yeah, we won’t threaten to kill him more than once,” my Uncle Vox said lightly.

“Don’t tease Vox,” Aunt Velvette retorted. “Babygirl, come sit next to me.” 

Slowly, with my gaze down, I sank into the chair next to Aunt Velvette. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. 

“Hey, you can always come to me. We might be the overlords of hell, but I promise you I’ll keep the boys in line,” she told me with a sharp look to Valentino. “And I promise when he comes and picks you up, we’ll be on our best behavior. Right, boys? You don’t ever need to keep secrets from us. Got it?”

Slowly, I nodded. She released me and planted a kiss on the top of my head. 

“Good. Now, let’s talk about that math test…”

[sukunasbow]

halloween party, spencer reid.

summary: in which you and your boyfriend attend your son’s school party for halloween!

warnings: spencer isn’t the dad of reader’s kid he’s just her boyfriend and like a dad to her kid, lots of fluff, bitchy pta mothers, and not fully proof read!

notes: i know it’s not halloween but i miss halloween and love spencer so, here you go! also this is literally so random and doesn’t have a proper ending, i just wanted to write something cute!

You, your boyfriend, and your kid walk into the classroom filled with other families and students. “Okay! Go have fun, buddy.” Spencer smiles, leading your son towards the group of his friends in the middle of the room that are dancing to Halloween music. “Okay, Spence, Some of these PTA moms can be bitches, so watch out.” You whisper, earning a shocked face from your boyfriend, “I will.” He breathes out. “Let me go put these down.” You hold up the plate of poorly decorated cupcakes you attempted to make look professional, walking towards the plastic tables set up with food, then placing the plate down on one of them. “Those look unique.” One of the other moms creeps up behind you, making you gasp in shock. You turn around, putting on a fake smile, “Thanks.” You mumble. “Did your son make them?” The lady questions, her tone sharp. “I made them, actually.” You shake your head. “And they taste amazing.” Spencer suddenly interrupts the conversation, taking one of the orange frosted cupcakes off the plate and biting into it, wrapping his other arm around your waist. “Oh, I’m sure.” The mother seethes, grabbing a cupcake for herself and eating it, orange icing coating her lower lip. “You’ve got a little something there.” You gesture to the icing on her face, biting your lip to hold yourself back from laughing, Spencer doing the same. “Thanks.” She swipes the sugary frosting off her face and storms off, leaving you and your boyfriend together, silently laughing at the encounter.

“Pass me the orange, please.” Your son says, waiting for you to give him the orange marker you’re holding. “Of course.” You grin, giving him the marker and instead picking up a purple marker from the table. “How does it look so far?” Spencer holds up the colouring page he’s working on, the picture is a creepy monster of some sort and his colouring is shockingly precise. Before you can say anything, Your son opens his mouth, “Not as good as mine!” He holds up his own paper. “Wow! It looks amazing!” Your boyfriend smiles, taking the drawing from your son, showing it to you. This colouring page features a ghost, the colouring bleeding out of the lines. “I love it, I’m going to put it up on the fridge when we get home.” You nod, placing the paper back down on the classroom table covered in markers and and crafting supplies. “Thank you.” The little boy picks up the paper and puts it in his backpack, “I’m going to play with my friends.” He calls out, already running towards the group of kids, earning a laugh from you and Spencer.

[wickblr]

October is coming up soon! What if we had a spooky Wicktober event, like those writing events with a prompt for each day of the month (or every other day or something)? People could answer the prompts with a piece of writing or a drawing, and the prompts could be things like:

Helen Wick’s Ghost

Vampire AU

Serial Killer Santino

Dog’s Halloween Costume

That sort of thing! Would anyone be interested in that?

I’m supposed to be replying w nothing but this is a great idea!

This should have been done like a month ago but I really didn’t think anyone would be interested, so, uh anyways;

I’ve made 2 versions of this since I know a lot of the writers on Wickblr are adults who only do writing as a hobby, so here’s both Wicktober and Wick Week! I don’t know if there’s been a writing event for the John Wick community, but here!

Wicktober is a month long event where people submit their drabbles/fics based off the prompts listed! Considering we aren’t really a strict fanbase, you can switch around the days and prompts—skip a day or few, or just do one! You’re free to use this as a writing ask game for October. Any day can be switched around except Day 24 which is the ten year anniversary of the first John Wick movie and the John Wick series as a whole (happy birthday to the movies!!!)

Feel free to run rampant on the prompts with your own interpretation of it, be more symbolic, be more realistic—just as long as you want to contribute to this event and want to write for it.

Wick Week is a seven day long event, which can be started on any day in October honestly since it’s a week of prompts. It has the same thing going as with Wicktober.

Rules:

- No harassment (some anons are really mean when it comes to people’s writing which is no good since Wickblr is a pretty damn small community)

- No derogatory comments made in the ask box of this blog since I know SOME people really wanna fucking discuss how “bad” some fics are (which you should write yourself if you really think it’s that bad)

- NSFW is allowed, and unlike this blog; x readers, x OCs are allowed, or cc x ccs (ex: helen x john which I will be doing on @marquisedegramont if you wanna see that)

- Make sure to tag #wicktober 2024 or #wick week 2024

- Creators can produce fics/drabbles or drawings

- Add the necessary warnings before every fic, thank you! Some fics may be triggering for some people and they would appreciate warnings beforehand :)

- Post it on ao3! (If you want)

- Do as little or as much as you want. Be self indulgent

- Prompts are free to use after October ends

shameless plug from the mod: art -> @evrensadwrn | writing -> @marquisedegramont and on ao3

and also my furry friends: art -> @tobytheeggo | writing -> @bluelolblue

reblog maybe ?

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[hippiegoth97]

Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson x Reader Halloween Special (The Crow AU) Part Three

Collage by me :)

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Special Thanks to @keikoraven for beta reading for me <3

Part One / Part Two

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If anyone wants added/removed from tags please let me know <3

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, fem!reader, smoking, alcohol use, death, murder, blood, fighting, weapons, mentions of abuse/torture, crying, kinda angsty

Word Count: 8.5k

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Part Three

October 30th, 1992

Word spreads quickly through the town about Tommy, a frantic phone call from Carol to the police setting the horrific discovery into motion. She didn’t waste a second to call everybody she could think of to spread the word, sending a shiver of fear through everyone who dared pick up in these late hours of the night. Good, you think bitterly to yourself. They thought Eddie and I were something to fear before? I’ll fucking show them. 

You’ve been laying low for a bit, waiting for the news to draw out your next victim. The crow has directed you to bide your time, in some innate way that doesn’t require words. It’s a sense you get, primitive and instinctual. Not yet, but soon. Very soon. So, you’ve been hiding out a couple of alleys over, leaning against your beloved Karma, lingering closeby to hear the sirens, to see the flashing red and blue zoom past the gaps between buildings. You playfully spin one of the twin blades in your hand, the other gently stroking the corvid who currently rests on your handlebars. The bird appears to enjoy the affection, taking it as a sign of respect for guiding you on this journey. Its silky feathers slip under your fingertips as you pet it, an approving caw leaving its beak every so often. 

Shortly after the cavalry shows up, it’s finally time to go. The crow hops onto your shoulder once again, flapping its wings to propel itself the short distance. You swing a leg over your bike, kicking her engine on with one easy shove of your foot, and roar off to the end of the alleyway. You turn in the opposite direction of the scene, heading to the far side of town. Where Steve Harrington is currently calling up his old basketball buddies with the knowledge of Tommy’s death, and plans to host an impromptu memorial consisting of beers and shallow words.

“Thanks for coming, guys. I know Tommy would be happy to see you all here.” Steve says, cracking open his beer in the deserted cul-de-sac he and his buddies have met up at for the evening. There’s six of them here tonight, including himself. There would have been more, if it wasn’t so late. He takes a long gulp of his drink, his ears barely even acknowledging the words of condolences the other men offer to him. All he can think about was the call he got from Carol earlier this evening. He swears he could hear her tears on the other end, how afraid she was. She wasn’t really making any sense, her words were spilling over one another in a distraught babble. What he could make out was something about an intruder, a woman in dark clothes and makeup, and the threats this stranger made. It wasn’t much later that the police confirmed the worst. Tommy is dead, and Steve’s hand trembles as he contemplates who may have done this. The only person who fits Carol’s nearly incoherent description, is someone who has no business walking around. Not when Steve and his friends put her in the ground exactly one year ago. 

“You okay, man? You’re looking a little pale.” One of his former teammates, Patrick, speaks up.

“Yeah. I’m good. It’s nothing.” Steve waves him off, finishing his drink. He crushes the can once it’s empty, tossing it into the street carelessly. He reaches for another right away, needing to soothe his nerves. If the whacked-out theory he has is true, he’s probably somewhere on the hit list. He only hopes that he’s wrong.

“So, who do you think did it?” Barry, another former athlete (who most certainly peaked in high school), questions. An uncertain look is shared among the group, a couple shrugs sprouting from their shoulders.

“Dude!” Steve scolds, slapping Barry’s chest with the back of his hand. “Shit, have some respect!” 

“Sorry, I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking.” Barry retorts sheepishly.

“Alright. Why don’t you tell us who you think did it, then?” Steve gives the other man a shove, sending him backwards a few steps, their shoes scraping against the wet asphalt.

“Relax, Harrington. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Patrick steps in, attempting to diffuse the situation. 

“No, I want him to answer me!” Steve keeps going, spilling his beer as he pushes Barry again. Barry’s hands come up in surrender, regretting saying anything at all.

“Dude, chill out! We’re just here to have a few drinks and remember our friend.” Patrick continues, placing a hand on either man’s shoulder. His eyes glance between them, in an effort to avoid a fight. Steve glares at Barry for a solid minute, debating whether he should sock the little shit in the jaw or not. His eyes flick to Patrick, finding sympathy from his friend. He elects not to take his unresolved anger out on Barry, not particularly in the mood for a fight anyway.

“Fine.” Steve scoffs, backing away to lean against his car. He takes another swig, becoming much drunker than he’d like. Or perhaps not drunk enough. His fear-addled mind can’t quite decide if keeping his wits would be wiser, or if he’s better off three sheets to the wind. Whatever, it’s not like a fuckin’ ghost of murder’s past is gonna visit me tonight, he thinks smugly to himself. 

“Sorry, man. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Barry apologizes.

“It’s fine. Morbid curiosity, right?” Steve waves him off with a smile, his words slightly slurred now. “Don’t sweat it.” He claps his hand on Barry’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “Now, we may as well hear this little theory of yours. Have at it.” He adds, his demeanor changing on a dime.

“Nah, man. Really. Let’s just drop it.” Barry says uneasily, shaking his head.

“I insist.” Steve squeezes him hard, leaning in closer with a deadly stare. “Out with it.” He snarls. None of the other men get in the way this time. There’s a reason Steve is considered one of the leaders of the pack. And god help anyone who gets on his bad side.

“Well, I mean…” Barry starts, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs, continuing despite his instincts telling him otherwise. “It’s gotta be Carol, right? She’s the one who saw him last.” 

“No way, man. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, she’s the one who called me. She was a total mess.” Steve dispels this idea immediately, refusing to think the girl could be capable of anything like this.

“I dunno, dude. It’s almost always the girlfriend in these scenarios.” Barry says with certainty.

“Read a lot about crimes of passion, do you?” Steve retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Well, no!” Barry blurts. “Since you seem so sure, who do you think did it?” He turns the question back onto Steve, crossing his arms.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I think.” Steve laughs, shaking his head. He polishes off his drink, already heading for a third.

“Why not?” Patrick asks curiously, just as the roar of a motorcycle slowly approaches the group of men. They all turn their tipsy heads to follow the sound, temporarily blinded by the bright headlight as its mysterious rider comes to a stop. The stranger kills the ignition, the light mercifully fading away in the dark. The shape of a young woman is revealed, though the sudden exposure has left their vision spotty and unfocused.

“Cuz Stevie here doesn’t think you believe in ghosts.” You answer the question on Steve’s behalf, climbing off the back of Karma and strutting over to the men. The crow leaves your shoulder, flying upwards to rest in a tree beside the curb of the cul-de-sac. You’re a bit outnumbered, but it won’t really be a problem. Not this time. Six against one sounds plenty fair to you at the moment.

“Who the hell are you?” Barry asks dumbly, rubbing his eyes and blinking a couple of times. 

“I’ve been hearing that a lot today. Guess I didn’t make as much of an impact on this town as I thought.” You chuckle, bringing yourself further into the dim yellow glow of the street lights. “Allow me to refresh your memory.” You say darkly, a grin spreading across your lips. You command the memories of the torment these young men inflicted upon you to come forth, and flood their own minds. All of them fall to their knees, gripping their skulls, except for Steve. Given the terrified expression on his face, and how he’s turned white as a sheet, he definitely remembers you. He’s frozen in place, still gripping the unopened beer he just grabbed from the pack in his hand. 

You allow him to stand in horror as his friends are shown every last thing they ever did or said to you and Eddie, but from your perspective. Every shove against the lockers, every lewd comment, every punch, kick, and slap. They feel it all. And that’s just the four years of hell they subjected you to in high school. It only gets worse, more painful, when the adult memories come crashing down on them. The dead animals, the threatening calls, the graffiti. They’re consumed by fear and hopelessness, tears springing from their eyes as they cry out for it all to stop. You laugh at their pleas, glancing at each one of them with not an ounce of pity in your chest. They all scream and claw at the ground, begging for the torment to end. But it shall not come, not until you’ve accomplished what you came here for. The men are squirming on the damp pavement now, getting a healthy dose of the nightmares you endured for months because of them. 

“Doesn’t feel so good to be on the receiving end now, does it?” You ask bitterly, expecting no answer besides the pathetic noises these unfortunate excuses for human beings are making. You leave them to their mental mangling, turning your attention to Steve, the true prize you’re after. “I’m guessing you don’t need the crash course, huh, Harrington?”

“You…you can’t be…” Steve says in exasperation, hoping it’s just the booze getting to him. 

“And yet, here I am! In the flesh and everything!” You reply dramatically, arms held out wide as you do a full circle to let him get a good look at you. “Turns out being wrongfully accused, tortured, and murdered has its perks! Who knew?” You let out a bellowing laugh, dropping your arms once you’re facing him again. 

“This can’t-can’t be happening. You’re一” Steve whimpers, truly hoping that this is all some fucked up dream. 

“Dead? Yeah, I know. We covered that already. You never were a sharp one, were you, Stevie? Certainly not in Mrs. Click’s class.” You speak casually, enjoying every second spent freaking Harrington out more than the last. He’s damn near on the brink of pissing himself, and wouldn’t that be a sight to see? You pull out a cig from the pack in your pocket, sticking it between your dark red lips. You flick your lighter, inhaling deeply as the end begins to burn. “So, did you want to bother putting up a fight? Or should I just kill you now?” You ask as you exhale the smoke, kind of hoping for the former. It’ll make the inevitable end result all the more satisfying.

“You’re crazy! This isn’t happening! It’s all gotta be a dream! I drank too much, and I passed out on someone’s couch! I’ll wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover, and none of this will be real!” Steve babbles anxiously, shaking his head as he attempts to convince himself that all you are is an alcohol-induced nightmare.

“Flattering as it is to be the girl of your dreams, Steve, I’m afraid this isn’t something you’re gonna wake up from.” You reply impishly, pulling one of the knives from your pocket, preparing for round two. 

“You can’t be serious.” Steve scoffs. “I’m not gonna fight you! You’re not real!” He insists, stalking over to you. He looms over you with a familiar fury in his eyes. “You’re dead! You can’t hurt me!” He shouts in your face, expecting you to flinch or fade away like a dreamland boogeyman.

“You sure about that?” You ask, unfazed by his apish exertions. You run your finger along the edge of your silver blade as you speak, an eerie glow of mischief filling your pupils. “How about we test that theory?” You suddenly swipe the knife through the air, just barely nicking Steve’s ear.

“Ah, shit.” He hisses, taking a step back as he feels the blood drip warmly down to his chin. He reaches up to touch the cut, looking at his red-wetted fingers with wide eyes. The cold wind of the night stings the wound, and he realizes that this whole situation is very real. “Fuck.” He murmurs, meeting your keen stare. His mouth sits open in shock, waiting for his fight or flight to kick in. Either option is better than standing here like an idiot, while a woman he’s known to be deceased brandishes a deadly weapon at him.

“Am I real enough for you yet?” You ask with a cackle, lunging forward to strike him again. He jumps back, your blade just barely missing his chest. You swing your arm the opposite way to try again, and he dodges you once more. A third attempt brings the same result. “You’re pretty quick, Harrington.” You chuckle, more than happy for the challenge. “Tommy barely even put up a fight. Let’s see if you can do better.” You taunt him, reaching in your pocket to pull out the matching blade to the one in your grasp. You back away a couple steps, tossing the spare knife onto the ground. “Pick it up.” You order him, taking on a fighting stance. It’s a bit cruel, playing with him like this when you already know you’ll win. Like a black widow luring the unsuspecting fly into her web. But you’re sure Harrington’s own ego will get the best of him, the masculine need for competition that runs deep within his veins. Veins you intend to split wide open when you conquer him in this farcical battle.

“This is insane.” Steve comments, bending down to pick up the weapon you’ve provided. He imitates your position, arms held out while crouching slightly. “Let’s do this, you crazy bitch.” He sneers, already convinced he’ll come out on top. You are just a lowly woman, after all, no match for a man of his athletic prowess. Or so he thinks. “Ladies first.” He gestures at you to make the first move.

“What a gentleman.” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You lunge forward, slashing the sleeve of Steve’s windbreaker with ease. The layers of fabric split apart, all the way down through his taut flesh. Ruby red spills forth in a steady stream, darkening his clothes. “Your turn, pretty boy.” You smirk, awaiting his move.

“Fuckin’ bitch! It’s gonna feel just as good killing you the second time!” Steve yells through gritted teeth, lumbering into your space and stabbing you directly between your breasts. 

“Fuck!” You cry out. The blade hurts like a bitch going in, and thick, black blood oozes out of you, but you stay standing. 

Steve’s eyes go wider than before, gazing in horror as you don’t fall lifeless to the ground. “What the fuck?” He nearly whispers, watching as you grab hold of the handle sticking from your flesh, and slowly pull it back out. 

“Shit.” You wince as the knife feels just as bad coming out, looking down at the thick gash left behind. To your surprise (and Steve’s), the hole slowly closes up, the only evidence of a stab being the blood-soaked rip in your shirt. You look up at Steve, letting out an ungodly laugh of amusement at the discovery that you appear to be immortal. Well, at least for tonight. “Tough luck, Stevie! Looks like I’m not the one dying tonight!” You continue to crack up in an unnerving, borderline maniacal manner, grabbing Steve by the collar of his sweat-soaked shirt and driving him backwards in your iron grasp. You walk him all the way into the side of his car, his helpless form letting out a pathetic grunt as he meets the cold metal exterior. You hold him firmly against the vehicle, deciding that the time for fun and games has long since passed.

“No. No, this can’t be happening. Please, no. No, no, no.” Steve blubbers, unable to do much else. Any amount of fight he could put up won’t do any good. His body has given up, his mind following close behind. He frantically looks upon his friends, all of which are still useless piles of moans and screams writhing on the ground. They’ll be no help to him now.

“Say hi to Tommy for me.” You say in a sickly-sweet tone, still tittering with delight. Steve watches wordlessly as you lean in to press a big kiss to his cheek, your dark lipstick left behind on his pale skin. You pull back, and slice the man’s throat wide open with a flourish of your blade. 

“Fuck.” Steve gasps as blood begins to gush from his gaping neck, his hands attempting miserably to cover the spray. The liquid lands warmly on the both of you, soaking through every layer in a shower of viscera. You watch with amusement as the life drains from his eyes, though your laughter has ceased now. He gargles and chokes, the sounds becoming the most beautiful music to your ears. A single tear spills from his left eye, a souvenir you decide to take for yourself. You swipe it off with your finger as it rolls down toward his cheek, and bring it to your lips. Your gaze locks onto his weaker one as you lick your finger clean. The salty taste of misery overtakes you, damn near euphoric as you savor his suffering. A sound that would be a whimper escapes him in a rough garble, his brows downturning in despair. He stops struggling shortly after, limbs barely twitching anymore as the blood loss slows down. You wait patiently for him to go still, dropping him to the ground in a lifeless heap just before his bowels release. 

“Two down. Two to go.” You comment to yourself, taking the still-lit cigarette from your lips and flicking the ash that’s grown an inch long during your sparring. The other men fall silent, left unconscious as you mercifully release them from their torment. Perhaps they’ll wake up a little less cruel in the morning, though you highly doubt it. The crow swoops down from the tree where it sat to bear witness to your second act of revenge, returning to your outstretched hand. You pick up your weapons, give them a decent enough wipe down, and put them back where they belong inside your coat. You’re just about to turn around and hop back onto Karma to lay low for the night, when you hear a vehicle coming down the end of the road. You turn to see two headlights, and the outline of Hopper’s truck. “Oh, shit.” You mutter, flicking your smoke away and dashing ahead towards your bike.

“Police! Stop right there!” Hopper bellows, slowly climbing out of his vehicle with his gun drawn. He can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. He was just on his way home when there was a call about an altercation in this neighborhood. The other officers are still busy processing the Hagan scene, so it was up to him to check it out. And now here he is, on the anniversary of your death, staring down what can only be the ghost of you. With blood all over your face and hands, standing a mere few feet away from what looks like the Harrington boy laying on the ground with his throat slashed open. His weapon points at you, but he has no intention of pulling the trigger. In fact, he’s so dumbfounded by this scene, that he can’t move at all. “Y/N?” He asks hopefully, his voice breaking just a little. He hopes his mind isn’t playing tricks on him. He needs you to be back, for you to know he did everything he could to help you.

Taking your chance while Hopper’s trapped in a stupor, you run to your motorcycle, rushing to start her up as your heart pounds in your chest. You didn’t want to see him, not like this. Not after what you’ve done, what you still have to do. You kick Karma back on, and speed out of there as fast as you possibly can, ignoring Jim as he calls after you over the roar of the engine. Your hands tremble around the handlebars, your stomach twisting with guilt at the awful mess you’ve left your friend to clean up. Tears stream from your eyes as you run, run, run, back to the place where you hope he doesn’t come looking for you. Oh, what he must think of you after catching you in the aftermath. How disappointed, how disgusted he must be. You’re not the sweet girl he caught getting hot and heavy with Eddie in the cemetery all those years ago. Not anymore. That girl was snatched away from this world, long before her time. Now, you’re this. This unkillable, inhuman monster, whose only goal is revenge. And what a tremendous shame that is.

You come to a screeching halt outside your abandoned apartment building, nearly toppling over as you kill the engine. You manage to keep yourself upright, stepping off of Karma’s back with trembling legs. You hurry to pull the motorcycle behind the dead bushes out front, to hide it away from Hopper in case he comes looking for you. You’re stealthy enough on foot, able to hide around doorways and silently sneak through the halls if it comes down to it. You can’t let him find you, he’ll undoubtedly try to stop you from fulfilling your duty to Eddie, and to yourself. And you can’t allow that to happen. 

You head inside to stay out of sight, surely there’ll be a town-wide manhunt assembled and sent after you soon. You’re assured by your feathered friend that the time will come for your final act, you just have to wait a little bit longer. It should be safe here, nobody is meant to be around, and certainly no one will dare come sneaking in after news of your vengeful crimes spreads in the light of day. It’s a strange feeling, using the rumor mill that quite literally got you killed to your advantage. You suppose it’s the ultimate form of payback, giving the gossipers and finger-pointers something of substance to scream about for once. Because it’s no longer about superficial fear anymore, unfounded claims and lack of evidence. No, there’s plenty of cold, hard proof now. Hawkins wanted to label you and Eddie as the resident boogeymen, and you plan on making them all severely regret that decision. 

You step inside your apartment, thankful to not be bombarded by an onslaught of memories this time. The crow jumps from your shoulder to the kitchen counter, to keep watch as you rest your weary body. Satisfying as murder is, it takes a hell of a toll. You feel like you could sleep for centuries, and still need a few hours extra afterwards. There’s much left to be done, and you’re going to need all the energy you can get. You walk lazily down the hallway, taking notice of some damp footprints on the carpet. It appears you have an intruder. You cautiously approach the bedroom door that’s slightly ajar, peeking through the crack. You see a small form laying on your bed, the hood of their jacket pulled over their head. 

You slowly pull out one of the knives from your pocket, hoping you don’t need to use it beyond scaring off whoever this kid is. You push the door open as quietly as you can, and avoid crunching on the broken glass under your feet. You slip into the room, and get a better look at the child. They’re nearly soaked from head to toe from the rain, shivering in their red jacket and jeans as their arms cross over their chest in an attempt to stay warm. Light whimpers escape the kid’s mouth, freezing in this dank room that has no heat. You take a step closer, wanting to get a look at their face. You trip over something on the floor, tumbling over yourself and onto the carpet with a low grunt.

“Shit.” You wince, looking back to see what caused you to fall. You find a skateboard, the paint chipped and wheels worn down a good few layers of rubber. You’d recognize it anywhere, and you realize who’s been sleeping in your musty old bed. “Max?” You whisper, not wanting to wake her.

You hear Max stir and sit up, though she can’t see you as you’re pressed against the end of the bed. “Y/N?” She asks hopefully, rubbing her eyes. She looks around for you, noticing her skateboard tottering back and forth on the floor. Someone is here, and she needs so badly for it to be you. You don’t reply at first, thinking maybe she’ll write off the commotion as a stray cat, or the wind, or something. Then you can slip out once she leaves or goes back to sleep. “Y/N, please. I need to know that you’re here.” She says sadly, the words stabbing into your chest, more painful than the blow you received from Steve earlier tonight. “Please don’t hide from me. It’s been so awful without you here. You have no idea.” She continues tearfully, drawing a few drops from your own eyes as well.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You finally answer, startling yourself with your own voice. You stand up from your hiding place, keeping your back turned to Max. You can’t let her see you like this, all covered in blood. Steve and Tommy’s blood. “You need to go home, Max.” You say, masking your own sadness as best you can.

“I knew it! I knew you were alive!” Max says excitedly, hopping off the bed and hurrying over to you. You feel her arms wrap around you from behind, and it only makes everything hurt that much more. 

“Max, please. Just go.” You repeat yourself, stifling a sob. You want more than anything to turn around and hug her back, to tell her how sorry you are for not being around when she needs you. “Your mom’s probably looking for you.” You pull away from her as gently as you can, luckily it seems none of the blood smeared from you and onto her own innocent hands.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’ve been gone a whole year, Y/N. I just want to see you, please.” Max pleads, getting more upset than she’d like. She feels like a silly little baby, begging to see you when she never thought she would again, seconds away from falling to her knees and screaming for what she wants. But what else can she do? You’re who she’s been waiting for all night, and you’re denying her this one simple thing. “Y/N please! I have to see you so I know I’m not crazy, and that this isn’t a dream!” Her tone grows more desperate, the sound tying your stomach in knots. 

It’s not fair, you shouldn’t have to choose between preserving her rosy image of you, or showing her the ugly truth. Why couldn’t you have been brought back to say one last goodbye? Why couldn’t you have just not died at all? Why must it be this way? Have you not suffered enough cruelty? Must you suffer more in damaging what little Max has left to remember of you? You’re stuck in place, bloodied fists balled at your sides, unable to make this impossible decision. Tell her to go away, or show her the monster you’ve become. Either way, you break her heart. You curse that damned crow for bringing this whole ordeal upon you, for forcing you into what can only be described as a trap. Fuck you, you stupid bird. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask you for a damn thing. You should’ve just left me alone, in the fucking ground. You’re sure the crow can hear your spiteful thoughts, and pays them no mind. You can’t possibly be the first person to be a bit upset with this little arrangement.

“I’m not dumb, you know.” Max says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I know you killed Tommy, that’s why I even came over here. I was with Hop, and he got a call through the radio. And I knew it had to be you, or Eddie. It couldn’t be anybody else.” She explains, sounding more wise beyond her years than she has any right to be. She steps closer to you, unafraid of what you’ve done. “He had it coming, if it makes you feel any better.” She adds with a shrug, the matter-of-fact way she says it nearly makes you burst into laughter.

“It doesn’t. But I don’t really have a choice about that.” You reply with a small smile, shifting your feet as you still debate how to go about this. “I want to see you, too, Max. I just…you shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’ve made quite a mess.” You speak delicately, hoping she doesn’t notice your hands stained with deep, sticky crimson in the moonlight pouring through the window.

“I can get you a towel, if you want to clean up.” Max offers, thinking little of it. She sees the drips of blood landing on the floor, and the only thing she wishes for is that it isn’t yours.

“That would be great.” You answer, nodding your head. She leaves the room, fetching a towel from the bathroom. She shakes out the dust as best she can, and brings it back to you. “Thanks.” You say as the fabric meets your fingers, wiping your hands with the towel first. The rain has diluted the blood a bit, making it easier to wipe away. You go over to the mirror to check your face, making sure Max doesn’t peek. You can see her sitting on the bed again in the shattered reflection, twiddling her fingers in boredom. You wipe the viscera away from your face, smudging your makeup along with it. It forms a grim mask on your skin now, twisted and morphed. Fitting, given what the last few hours have done to you on the inside. You toss the towel away, and finally turn to face your friend.

Max looks up at you, her face blooming into a relieved smile. She comes over to you, giving  you a proper hug this time. You don’t hesitate to return it, squeezing her tight in your arms. “I missed you so much, Y/N.” She says, muffled against your chest.

“I missed you too, Max.” You reply softly, stroking her damp hair. Her body heat warms you, but her shivering has only gotten worse. “You’re freezing, kiddo.” You say with worry, looking down at her as she clings to you.

“Don’t care. You’re more important than being warm.” Max says, sounding like a stubborn child again.

“I’m dead, sweetie. You’re not. I don’t want you to get sick. Let’s see if there’s anything here for you to change into, at least.” You suggest, and she nods to agree. Much as she doesn’t want to let you go, she can barely feel her fingers and toes. You pull away, taking a look in the closet for some dry clothes. There’s not much left over after what you took for yourself. One of Eddie’s old band shirts, some jeans, and a hoodie with a broken zipper is all you can manage, but it should be enough to get Max to stop shivering. “Here, go put these on.” You give the clothing to her, and she goes to the bathroom once more to put them on. Her hands struggle to peel the near-frozen wet clothes she has on, but the feeling slowly returns to her fingers as she gets changed. She puts her wet clothes into her backpack to take home later, and returns to your side. “Better?” You ask.

“Yeah, thanks. I was probably gonna freeze to death in here.” She says.

“You still might. You really should get home.” You go over to the window, peeking outside to see a couple cops cars with sirens flashing speeding down the road. You hold your breath until they pass by, thankful none of them turn into the lot out front. “I’d take you on Karma myself, but the cops are lookin’ for me.” You add with a sigh.

“Have you seen Hopper yet?” Max asks curiously.

“Uh, yeah. He caught me red-handed after I一” You cut yourself off, almost blurting out that you killed Harrington. She’ll probably hear about it later anyway, but it doesn’t have to come from you.

“Did you talk to him?” Max questions, ignoring what she knows you were going to say. That you killed another one of the men who murdered you. Part of her wishes you would’ve come right out and said it. She’s not a baby, she can handle it. But the other part is a little afraid of how she might feel if she hears you talk so casually about taking someone’s life. It could very possibly soil the image she’s held of you in spite of what others in this town may think. Perhaps ignorance is bliss, in this case.

“No…” You trail off, looking down at your feet. The shame you felt when you first met Jim’s disbelieving stare comes back in full force, remembering how shocked his face looked to see you covered in blood. “I-I ran off.” You finish, refusing to look Max’s way again.

“You should go see him. I know he’d want you to.” She replies, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Funny how kids do that.

“I can’t. Not after…everything.” You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the idea. 

“You thought you couldn’t face me either, but you have. Hop will understand, Y/N. He loves you so much, just as much as I do. He worked so hard to protect you, and fight for you. The least you can do is let him see you.” Max speaks emphatically, not taking no for an answer. Her arms are crossed, her brows furrowed in determination. So grown up, you think to yourself.

“When did you get so smart?” You ask as you crack a smile through your tears.

“I learned from the best.” Max laughs, throwing herself around you again. You hold her tight, letting the both of you have this happy moment, a welcome break from the doom and gloom that comes with revenge. You’ll do as she says once you send her home, and give Jim a visit. An explanation wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hopper’s lost inside his own head as the Harrington crime scene is getting wrapped up. Steve’s been bagged and wheeled off to the coroner, the other men were checked out and had statements taken. They all said the same thing, a young woman with dark hair and clothes approached them on her motorcycle, and from there it’s all a blur. They mentioned seeing visions of some sort, but none of it really made any sense. Officers took note of it regardless, but it’ll surely be dismissed later on as drunken ramblings. All Jim can focus on, however, is the image of Y/N standing before him, holding up her bloodied hands as he pointed his gun at her. She looked so afraid, and ashamed. He has no damn idea what she’s doing back here, or how it’s even possible. He wishes she would’ve stuck around to shed some light on the subject. But given how quickly she hightailed it out of here, he doubts he’ll see her again. All he’ll get as a sign that she’s still around is a few more bodies, he guesses. 

“We’re all set here, Chief. You ready to head out?” Powell says as the other officers pile into their vehicles to go home for the evening.

“More than ready. We’ll work on typing up reports tomorrow, it’s been a long night.” Jim replies, lighting up his sixth cigarette of the evening. It’s been a helluva last couple hours, two murders in one night and all. Not to mention wrangling with witnesses, neighbors, and looky-loos. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been swarmed with reporters yet. That shitstorm will most likely hit tomorrow morning, just as he heads into the station to sort out this whole mess. Everyone is going to want answers, and he’ll have very few to give. That never leaves the general public feeling very ‘served and protected’, unfortunately. But he can’t exactly go on the six o’clock news and put out a statement about an undead suspect exacting her revenge, now, can he? They’ll have his badge for that, maybe even throw him in the looney bin.

“You can say that again. Have a good night, boss.” Powell says with a sigh, recognizing that haggard look on Hopper’s face. The same one he wore during the satanic panic debacle last year, and the Munson murders. His boss tends to put extra pressure on himself, and each difficult case only seems to add to the weight. In Powell’s opinion, the man needs a goddamn vacation.

“See you in the morning.” Hopper replies, nodding. He tosses his smoke away, climbing into his truck to finally drive home and pass the hell out on his couch. Fuck knows his feet won’t carry him far enough to reach the bed. 

Jim spends the drive once again preoccupied with the litany of thoughts swirling around inside his head, relying on muscle memory to make it back to his place. Rain falls in a lazy pitter patter on the windshield, the wipers swiping back and forth keep him in his trance. The wheel steers in his hands absently, his feet following along to step on the gas or press the brakes. None of it is nearly as significant as the moment that’s been burned into his recent memory. Y/N’s undead face staring back at him, before she quickly disappeared on her beloved Karma. Hopper can’t help it, torturing himself with the image, knowing he failed her, failed them both. 

As a familiar sting threatens to take hold in his throat and eyes, he finds the truck brought to a stop outside his home on the edge of the lake. Clearing his throat, he gets out of the vehicle and goes inside for the night. He doesn’t even notice a certain stolen motorcycle stashed behind a couple of thick trees near the side of the house. He goes up the steps, his only light being that of the full moon, and unlocks the front door. He heads inside, navigating the pitch black interior of the house. He tosses his hat and coat aside, letting out a long sigh he didn’t realize he’d been holding for a good hour at least.

“Long night?” A voice says from the darkness, startling Jim. 

“Who’s there?” He draws his gun, pointing it in the direction of the sofa. His heart pounds in his chest, hoping the voice was all in his head. A lamp beside the couch clicks on, revealing the one person he never thought he’d see again. 

“Don’t shoot, officer!” You say with a laugh, playfully putting your hands up.

“Jesus, Y/N, You can’t scare me like that!” Hopper chuckles, forgetting the impossible circumstances of the situation. For a moment, it’s like you never left. The two of you sharing a silly joke, just like old times. But when he gets a real look at you, with your rain-drenched hair and smudged makeup, it hits him like a mack truck speeding down the freeway. “Is this really happening?” He asks, holstering his weapon though he stays standing. 

“‘Fraid so, Hop. No one wishes more than me that it wasn’t.” You answer regretfully, your smile falling away.

“Why is it happening?” Jim questions.

“I think you know the answer to that, Jim.” You reply, giving him a serious look as you stand. “I’m doing what no one else can. Getting justice for me and Eddie.” You add, coming off more angry than you’d prefer. You aren’t here to accuse him of not doing everything he could for you, you know deep down he wouldn’t be so careless. But the frustration is there, nonetheless.

“I did what I could, Y/N. This wasn’t just another case to me, you damn well know that.” Hopper retorts defensively. 

“Of course I do! I’m not mad at you! I’m furious with this goddamn town! It’s their fault that we’re dead! It’s their fault that I had to crawl out of my own fucking grave, that I have to kill the sons of bitches who murdered us!” You yell, letting out all the things you’ve been feeling throughout the night and had nowhere to put them, besides the force of your blade. Tears spill from your eyes as you release it all, relieved to have Hopper here to listen to every last word. “We were supposed to have a life, Hop! With anniversaries and stupid fights, with kids of our own or even just a couple pets, with late night talks and growing older together! We were supposed to have it all! And they took it all away!” You’re sobbing now, falling to pieces before Jim’s bewildered eyes. Without a second thought, he comes over to you, pulling you into his arms to hug you tightly. Your knees give out beneath you, your arms quickly clinging to him. “It’s not fair.” You say weakly against his tan uniform.

“You’re right, Y/N. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry.” Hopper says as his own sadness takes over, eyes squeezing shut as you hold him tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He says in a whispering coo, stroking your damp hair with his hand, ignoring the watery red spreading onto his palm. He holds you for as long as you need, more than grateful to once again be able comfort you the way he did when you were alive. “I wish I could've done so much more, for both of you.” Jim says once your wails cease. 

You pull back, looking up at him while shaking your head. “Don't blame yourself, Hop. You did everything you were able to. It’s not your fault our killers are privileged little assholes.” You scoff at that last bit, the idea of those four walking free still sends fury burning through you at the mere mention of it. “Sorry for running off, by the way. And for the mess I left behind.” You say sheepishly, pulling your smokes out to give your nervous hands something to do. Nice as it is to see Jim again, it’s awkward as hell to talk to him about your murderous rampage.

“Hey, can’t say I blame you. I would’ve done the same, if I could.” Hopper shrugs, not exactly heartbroken over two snotty jagoffs getting what they deserved. 

“So, you’re not gonna stop me?” You ask, lighting your cigarette.

“Don’t think I could, even if I wanted to try.” He replies, thinking over his next question. He doesn’t want to pry, it appears you’ve been through your own ordeal tonight. But a real explanation would be nice. “How did you come back?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

You let out a small sigh, exhaling a cloud of smoke with it. You gesture at the couch for him to sit, taking a seat alongside him. “I’m not really sure how it works.” You start, looking around for your feathered companion. Last you saw it was on top of the lamp you turned on once Hopper came in. It senses your request for its presence, fluttering over from the armchair.

“What the hell?” Hopper jumps slightly at the bird coming into view. “What’s that thing doing in here?” He asks, watching the corvid land on your waiting hand.

“This crow is how I came back, as far as I can tell. It’s been following me the whole time I’ve been back, and it showed me things.” You explain, earning a caw from the bird’s beak.

“What kind of things?” Jim asks, eyeing the bird wearily. He just hopes it won’t shit on his carpet.

“Memories. From that night.” You say, drawing his gaze back to you. A flash of sadness crosses his pupils. “It showed me other memories too, nicer ones.” You say softly. “It’s got some kind of connection to me somehow. I’m not really sure. But I can feel it. And it’s told me what I need to do, before I can finally be free from all this.”

“This thing can talk?” Hopper questions, looking as if he’s waiting for the bird to open its beak and say ‘howdy’.

“No. It’s just a feeling, like I know it deep down inside my chest.” You attempt to explain, realizing how whacked out it sounds. “I’ve been brought back, because I have to pay back what’s owed to the four of them. Their deaths.” The way you say this so seriously sends a chill up Jim’s spine, reminding him of his failed attempt at interrogating Hargrove. It feels different this time, though, because he’s not afraid of you the way he was of Billy. He’s afraid for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt again, you’ve already been through more than enough.

“Y/N, I一” He starts, but you cut him off.

“I knew you’d try and talk me out of it.” You shake your head, scoffing. 

“That’s not very fair.” Hopper huffs. “Look, kid. I already lost you once, I don’t want that to happen again.” 

“You don’t get it.” You take another drag of your cig, exhaling the smoke harshly. “I’m only back here until the job is done. And I can handle myself. It’s not like I can die a second time.” The frustration grows again as you struggle to get him to understand.

“How do you know that?” Hopper asks skeptically.

“I’ll show you.” You reply, sighing as you fish out one of the knives from your pocket. You pull it from its sheath, and let your cigarette sit between your lips during this demonstration. You hold your free hand out in the light, showing Hopper your palm. “Watch.” You say simply, looking at him. He nods, though he’s a bit unnerved. You bring the knife towards your hand, making a deep cut across your palm. “Ah.” A small grunt leaves you at the sting, the blade slicing through your skin like butter.

“Y/N一” Jim winces, wondering what the hell you’re trying to prove.

“Just watch, goddamnit!” You snap, finishing the cut and lowering the knife. Hopper does as you say, staring at the almost black fluid that runs down your hand and into the sleeve of your jacket. He’s about to get up and look for some bandages, to end this mad display, when something very out of the ordinary begins to happen. His eyes widen as your wound slowly closes in on itself, the flesh pulling back together to repair the damage, until it looks like you were never cut at all.

“What the fuck?” Jim murmurs, unable to process what he’s just seen. 

“Yeah, that’s what Harrington said after stabbing me in the chest.” You comment, a bit too casually for Jim’s taste. But he supposes coming back from the dead (with the sole purpose of avenging your own murder) does something to a person. 

“Jesus christ, this is insane. I need a drink.” Hopper laughs nervously, feeling a little queasy. He gets up from the couch, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. “Want one?” He calls to you as he opens the refrigerator. The bright white light inside hurts his eyes, and he reaches for two bottles of beer in the door.

“Please.” You call back, stubbing out your cig in the ashtray on the coffee table. Jim returns with the drinks, the caps already popped off. He hands you one, his fingers brushing against your icy hand.

“You’re cold.” He observes aloud, surprised he didn’t notice before.

“Yeah, kinda comes with the territory of being a walking corpse, Hop.” You chuckle, taking a swig of your beer. It tastes more bitter than it should on your tongue, almost making you spit it out. You swallow it anyway, ignoring the cruel fact that there are few earthly pleasures this arrangement allows you to indulge in. At least cigarettes already tasted kind of terrible when you were alive. 

“Right.” He says awkwardly.

“Sorry, I’ll stop being so morbid. How have you been doin’, Jim?” You ask, more than happy to talk about something other than death for once.

“Not great, if I’m honest. I miss you guys all the time.” He says, taking a large swig from his bottle.

“I’ve missed you too. But you’ve gotten closer with Max, at least.” You reply, looking on the brighter side of things.

“You saw her?” He asks, the pieces clicking into place now, why she wanted to skate ‘home’ by herself after he got the call about Tommy.

“Yeah, she was waiting for me at the apartment.” You say with a smile.

“I knew the little shit was up to something!” Hopper laughs.

“Yeah, she’s much more willful than I remember.” You giggle.

“I wonder where she picked that up from.” Jim teases.

“Oh, please! You’re way more stubborn than I ever was!” You shove his shoulder playfully, the laughter growing within the two of you.

You and Hopper continue joking and reminiscing until the sun is starting to come up. It feels unbelievably good to put your mission aside, and have a short respite of happiness with an old friend. You share a few more beers and cigarettes, remembering the good old days as if no time has passed between now and then. The crow sits patiently in your lap as you converse with Jim, allowing you this much-needed time of rest. Hope is just as good of a motivator as fury, after all. Hope that, once this is all over, Hopper and Max will no longer have to bear the weight you and Eddie unintentionally placed on their shoulders. That they’ll only be left with the love and joy that was shared between all of you.

To Be Continued…

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Desolate Sand

Literally was playing RD:O and took at nap and dreamt of this guy lol

Rated Explicit: Warnings: Vampirism, based loosely on Vampire Hunter D universe and the IDV Halloween lore

“If you choose a way to die,” Your voice coming from inside the carriage, “What would it be?” Trying to make idle banter to pass the time. It is a long trip before the next town is in view. The bounty hunter, Desolate Sand, will only stop to give the horses a break. Nothing more. The roads are dangerous for a human, adding vampires only makes it ten times more dangerous.

They already had some fledgling vampires try to attack them, but all died twelve miles back. Seems the vampire Lord Bloody Sword truly wants you dead, that only verified part of your story. The next half will be verified when he gets you to the rendezvous point with Misfit.

The other half of the payment awaits him there as well.

The bounty hunter swore to never involve himself with anything Nightstalkers-related, it always ends up messy. But… With a sigh as if giving up on trying to ignore you, “I guess looking at the sunset.”

“That sounds lovely!” You say, “I think mine would see a lake with fireflies.”

“Why?”

“It always sounds so mythical in books, I would like to experience that.” You smile as you reach your hand out to touch the man's back, “Andrew, I think I'm going on you.” Happy.

“Weeds grown in gardens, that does not mean it is necessarily a good thing.”

“So mean!” Pouting, “... I'm hungry…” Hate having to mention that.

“It is almost sunset, wait it out.”

You nod before pulling your hand away to curl up in your coffin. The preserved yellow flowers ease you to sleep off the hunger pains, if you can hold out a bit longer then Andrew will let you feed on him and he can rest during the night. You close your eyes thinking of anything other than blood, you think about the next town and how a bed will be nice to see and maybe there will be a general store with some sweets.

Andrew glances behind him as you are quiet longer than usual, it seems you fell asleep. Good, the longer you are up, the more the vampiric hunger will affect you. All your energy needs to be reserved for at night in case more of your hateful kin want another shot at you.

A dhampir, Misfit in his letter called you this, half human half vampire created by the Sacred Ancestor. Whoever that is, vampires and their need to be mysterious is annoying. Apparently, the Sacred Ancestor has ties to the Embrace, but nothing more is recorded due to the mysterious creature separating itself from the Embrace early before recorded vampiric history.

Complexities, he rather get paid quickly and move on.

Night arrives, horses are taking a rest, and Desolate Sand is in the carriage with you on his lap. He had only let you feed from him after the third attempt on your life destroyed the supply of pig's blood. Never has he heard of a vampire who refuses to drink human blood! There is a reason vampires are gluttonous and murderous towards humans, they are cattle that strengthen them more than any other living creatures could.

Andrew removes his coat partly then starts to unbutton his shirt until you tap his hands away and do it yourself. Gentle, you are very careful, giving thanks and apologizing for taking from him. It does not hurt, he is used to being stabbed and shot at so that a bite from you feels like a doctor's needle. The most he feels is the arousal that comes from the venom of the bite, it both makes the one bitten docile and draws more blood out of the wound. Those weak of will would be like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf, Andrew had the fortune (or misfortune) of being trained by Misfit— It is the only reason he took this job.

You hold him, the attachment you have for him is clear yet he is keeping it minimal to no complex things, your hands trembling as you grip his shoulders. Your fangs deep into the vein in his neck, leaning your weight on him as you drink, his hand on your thigh squeezing to single it enough. You are careful as you remove your fangs from his neck, tongue licking the mess you made though he often told you not to. He hisses when your hips move, grinding on him as your hand starts to unbutton more than what is necessary.

He has slept with you once, a stupid decision looking back yet not one he regrets. It was needed to burn out that high blood gives vampires who first time experience drinking human blood.

As the Embrace spoke of human blood like water to drink from freely, the Sacred Ancestor spoke of it as vice. A drug, addictive, it enslaves and its chains burn upon the skin of the Nightstalkers. To feast on humans is to understand the consequence of it as well as the power it will unlock. This you understand, this is why you give thanks to Andrew and take only what is needed. However, you were not prepared for how human blood tastes, it outmatches any sweet you have ever eaten.

“Careful.” Grabbing your hips halting your movements before this becomes another night where he will struggle to wake up the next morning. Damn, vampire stamina. You place your forehead on his shoulder, breathing in and out before burying your face in his chest inhaling deep his scent. His skin is dusted by his blush, the bounty hunter turned his face to the side avoiding eye contact, mind counting how much ammunition is has left, anything to get his boner to calm down.

“Town,” You pull back when you can think clearly, “Could we?” It is strange for you to ask for such things of the flesh, “I will compensate you.”

“I ain’t some Saloon lass you can buy for the night,” Scoff, “When I want you then I will let you know, Nightstalker.” He is being mean to keep this at arm’s length, to keep you from slipping in somewhere you should not be. You claw off his lap a bit hurt but not emotionally hurt, you simply are needy after feeding and unrealistic want to ride the man until sunrise.

“Alright.” There is nothing more to say, you simply will burn out your frustration by… You do not know! Throw rocks? Andrew stares as you sit at the edge of the carriage with your back to him, readjusting his clothes before climbing into your coffin as it is the only comfortable spot in this carriage.

“Two sunrises and a sunset,” You say, “Then we can see your friend.”

“He's not my friend,” In The next town there is someone named Black Tulip, Desolate Sand knows him; you are excited to mean someone Andrew knows. “Let me do the talking when we get to town.” Closing his eyes after adjusting his rifle and revolvers to be accessible.

You pout, “Why? I can talk for myself!”

“Loose lips get you shot around here,” Answering, “You can talk when we are alone.” Because he does not trust anyone the second they hear how different you speak. Accent, pronunciation, clearly educated; all of these points against you.

“... Fine.”

You are terrible, a demon in the skin of beauty, and Andrew does not have the heart to stake you— Not like there is a cause for it. Maybe the venom is not so bad when he can keep up long enough to get a few shots in you before having to let you use his hand or thigh to get yourself off again.

The thin cigar in his mouth as he watches you try to give him a blow job. The room is nice and the bath pleasant, the courtesy of the Black Tulip. Andrew pulls the cigar out of his mouth to grit his teeth when your fangs touch a vein just right. A light enough skim that has him gripping your hair and pushing you further down his cock. You choke a bit, nails on his thighs leaving mini crescent marks, your eyes on his face that looked both pained and frustrated. He wants to cum and his cheeks burn from his blush, the realization he is pent up is messing with him. Guess if you are going to politely offer yourself he might as well make use of it before the inevitable separation.

You struggle to swallow his seed, a bit of mess down your chin and chest, eyes half shut.

“Show me.” Out of breath as he releases your hair to see the mess he made of you, cock drunk you who opens your mouth to show you swallow. “Christ.”

“More,” Nuzzling his still hard cock, “Please, more.”

The bounty hunter can, a few more rounds before the venom burns out.

You are grateful Andrew takes on the bed though you had no problem riding him on that chair he was sitting in. He is very considerate no matter how needy or desperately begging for him to simply bed you. You can take the momentary discomfort! You can handle a few seconds delay so long as his cock is in you!

Of course, you are later going to be grateful he takes the time to prepare you. You writhe as his mouth takes your nipple, toying with it with his tongue and teeth; as one hand is between your legs working your hole open with a mixture of your own essence and oil from the draws. Other hand holding you close to his chest and playing with the other nipple. Andrew has you lying on your side with your back to him, the angle a bit awkward for him to maneuver but it stops you from trying to bite while in mist of pleasure.

The first orgasm he draws out of you is slow and he helps you through the high. The second one is quick and has you saying his name louder than the first time. The third, he makes sure to have you on your back, balls deep in you, and letting you bite his wrist. You want this to last, you need it to last as long as possible, you crave him.

Blood, body, if possible his soul; the nature of a vampire cannot be tamed by human blood— The most it does is allow one to resist. The bounty hunter, Desolate Sand, is accommodating to allow you to take from him; he gives because it benefits him ultimately and maybe, just maybe, he likes you.

Not that he will say it.

The wall clock says it is three in the morning when both of you finally stop going at it like rabbits in spring, Andrew is sore all over. He barely notices you have left his side until he flinches at the warmth of a wet cloth on his face. Red eyes narrow then close as he realizes you are cleaning your mess.

[cheezbites]

Headcanons of Dating Ghost PT.3

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♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3

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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what you’re wearing, he’ll always do a double take, smile, and say:

“It looks cuter on you, keep it.”

Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.

He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.

“Y/N?” he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

“C’mere for a sec, ‘need yer help with something.”

You turned your corridor’s lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.

“Boo.”

“Ahhh,” you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.

“The skeleton checks out,” you quipped, rolling your eyes.

Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. It’s honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.

“You ready to go?” you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordan’s.

“Wait, I forgot something.”

You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.

You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.

“Aw, such a gentlemen.”

You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.

Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, you’d grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. He’s fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillows… is that something he should be taking note of?

“That’s it, let it all out.” He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.

Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when he’s bored.

“Y’know ink poison is a thing, right?” you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.

“Eh… you’ll live, dove.”

The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. They’ll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.

Bf!Ghost can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with him. He will not go to sleep until he’s forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows you’re unaware of how many nights he’s kept himself up just because you wouldn’t talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.

Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - it’s always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as he’s resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere he’d turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and you’re suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,

“Simon!” you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.

Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.

It’s his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and he’s casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.

“The misses got me this,” or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.

Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But he’s just continually found himself having them and each time it’s at night. He’s not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, well… sometimes. But the urge for a good ol’ beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasn’t even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking ‘shots’.

Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. He’d inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, that’s when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.

Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, you’d silently endure in each other’s company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. You’d just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.

•••╰┈➤Masterlist

Dating Gaz

Dating Price

Dating König

[writer-kermit]

sweet like candy.

❥ PAIRING: NANAMI KENTO × GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

ঞ~SUMMARY: It's the night of Halloween. And your lover Nanami Kento is certainly in for a treat.

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: I LIVE! I HAVE RISEN BACK ONCE MORE! I like to apologize for my lack of posting. I've been really busy with work and I lacked motivation for the past few months. As a celebration of TickleTober, I've decided to create this fic. I will try my best to write more. And thank you to the people who stuck around! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

P. S: I had no specific prompt I just did all of them (almost)

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

It was that time of year again—the year when children would wear their most flamboyant costumes and wander around the luminous and chilly neighborhood. The children would knock on each home, hoping to receive something good to eat. Upon their next home, they would meet a particular house that wasn’t fond of trick-or-treaters. That house was none other than the Kento’s residency.

The house looked empty and eerie. You could’ve mistaken it for an actual haunted house. Those who were cocky enough to knock on the door will meet with a surprise.

A go-away sign? Welp, better luck next time kids; Nanami Kento doesn’t celebrate Halloween.

Ah yes, Hallow’s Eve. Nanami’s least favorite holiday. Not because he’s an envious adult, but because he hates the obnoxious noises he’ll have to endure until late at night.

You, however–enjoyed the thriller nights. You’d gaze at the children running along the neighborhood in search of some candy. You missed the times you’d trick-or-treat with your friends and family. As you slowly closed your bedroom window, you turned to your lover Nanami, who was too busy watching the latest horror movie.

“Oh Kento,” you sighed, “don’t you miss trick-or-treating as a kid?” Nanami flicked his eyes at you before quickly peering back at the television. “I don’t like Halloween that much.” He stated. “And why is that?” You asked, now sitting beside him. “There is no reason. I merely enjoy the alluring night when Halloween comes to an end.”

"I knew you’d say something like that.” You chuckled. “I guess you’re right,” Nanami smiled. “But there is one thing I like about this holiday.” A cocky smirk curved on your lips. “I bet it’s the candy, right?” You gestured. Nanami looked at you casually. He then pulled you into bed, making you lie down.

“You’re correct. How did you know, dear?” He asked. “Hehehe… You’re always a sucker when it comes to sweet things.” You replied. Nanami chuckled at your comment. “I will admit that,” He hummed, “But there is this one rare candy that I’m fond of nowadays.” As Nanami says that, he gets on to of you, making you anxiously giggle. “I wonder what this new candy is called,” You replied. “It’s called the [....] special. It’s currently my favorite.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes. And I’m dying to know the flavor.”

Wasting no time, Nanami pressed his lips against yours. He kept your tongue preoccupied as his hands crept under your shirt, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. He then pulled back from the kiss leisurely, awing at the feverish look plastered on your face.

“Mmm… Just as I thought,” Nanami husked. “You are sweet like candy.” He then kissed your neck, making you gasp in surprise. You moan softly between his kisses, almost tickled by his lips against your skin. A shy giggle escaped your lips as he gently tugged your skin.

“W-wait…” You whispered. “Ken…that tickles…” Nanami’s ears rang to know you were ticklish. A small smirk curved on his lips. “Is that so?” He teased. “Would you like me to stop then?” “N-no! I don’t hate it or anything. It’s just that this feeling is unusual.” You said. Nanami gave you a reassuring kiss. “Shall we sort out this unusual feeling together?” He asked you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate. However, you couldn’t help but nod for the thrill of it.

You watched Nanami as he pinned your arms above your head. “Keep your arms up. You can do that for me, right?” He asked you. “That depends on what you’re gonna do.” You remarked.

Nanami didn’t reply to your response. Instead, he let his calloused fingers do the talking. He slowly rubbed the palms of your hands, radiating a ticklish feeling.

His fingers slowly descend, now getting dangerously close to your underarms. You tried squirming away without pulling down your arms. But Nanami was quick to straddle you. His fingers scribbled across your poor armpits without warning, forcing you to pull your arms down.

“Ehahaha! W-wait! Wahaihaihait!” You squealed. “Wait for what?” Nanami cooed. “Don’t tell me you’re backing down so soon.” “N-not true!” You recoiled. “I just wasn’t ready! That’s all.” “You don’t have to be ready, sweetheart.” He replied. “Now, keep those arms up. Don’t even think about pulling them down.”

“Nn…” You whined, slowly putting your arms back up–only for Nanami’s fingers to attack you again. Scribbling and scratching against your poor ribs. You arched your back almost instantly. Your head turned from side to side as the tickling was unbearable.

“AHhnn! Kentohoho wait!” You pleaded, clenching your fist together. “I’m sorry baby. But I already lost my patience with you.” Nanami hummed, nuzzling against your neck. His hands slowly spider across your sides and back. “Nooahahaa! P-please, slohohow down!”

Nanami found peace through your whines and pleading. He dipped his head down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses and nibbling across your sensitive skin.

“I love this cute tummy…” Nanami muttered, his hot breath grazing your skin. “It’s soft and warm like baked bread. Wouldn’t you agree [....]?” Your words became inaudible. A mixture of laughter and moans escaped from your lips.

Nanami chuckled at your state, enjoying the lovely noises you made for him. He continued teasing your tummy. His hands clawed on your hips to keep you in place. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside your navel, tickling you in a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

“HEEHAH!” You shrieked, right before covering your mouth with your hands. “And this adorable belly button,” Nanami teased, “It’s sensitive hm?” You only giggled and shook your head. “You liar….” He cooed, gently blowing at your navel. As he went further down, he stared at your twitching sex.

“[....],” Nanami sang to you, “don’t tell me you’re getting aroused just from me tickling you.” “Hehehe! N-no!” You panicked, pressing your legs together. “I-it’s not like that at all…” “It’s not? Then why so shy love?”

Nanami slowly spread your legs apart, revealing your aching spot. You let out a squeaky moan in surprise when Nanami’s fingers stroked you lustfully. You watched him hazily as he peeled your remaining undergarments.

“It seems like the [....] added a new flavor.” He joked. Nanami then grasped your inner thighs as he leveled his head at your sex. His breath only inches away from you. He then looked up at you again, taking detail of your shallow breaths and heated face. “Thank you for the treat….” He rasped.

Nanami then wrapped his lips against your sex. His tongue was light and gentle. Yet the sensations rushed through your body. You moaned happily as he growled and moaned against your sex. “Ahahaha… K-Kento… Kento…” You moaned, bucking your hips repeatedly. Nanami let out reassuring hums as he massaged your hips, stimulating you further.

“Your flavor…” Nanami grunted, “It’s so enticing. I want more of it… I want more of you…” He kissed your lips with hunger, and you melted into the kiss almost instantly. You then felt something poke your thigh. You then had an idea.

“Oh Kento,” You sang, “did you know that there’s a new candy in stores?” “Hm? What’s it called?” Nanami asked. “The Nanami - Delux. I assumed you heard of it.” His lips turned into a curt smile. “Suppose I have,” he replied, pulling out his leaking cock. “Are you willing to take responsibility?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. I’ve been dying to know your flavor.”