#With halloween I had eaten a lot of sugar

[sweeterlovers]

MELTING THE ICE / KIMI RÄIKKÖNEN

kimi räikkönen x wife reader / WRITTEN FIC

WARNINGS / just grumpy kimi!

WORD COUNT / 532 words

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“Kimi! Come down, please! It’s almost time for some trick or treaters!” You yell out to wherever Kimi is.

You stand by the front entry of your house dressed in a nice cozy sweater and denim skirt and your uggs waiting for both Kimi and some knocks on your door! 

Waiting there patiently, constantly making sure all of the candy is set up nicely, as you finally hear Kimi walking down the stairs, "Finally,” you grumble, “I wasn’t tanking that long. You should be grateful that I’m even wearing this stupid shirt,” he mumbles. 

Although Kimi wasn't a fan of his Halloween shirt you ordered him, you personally thought he looked adorable! I mean, you had to take a photo of his grumpy face in a Halloween t-shirt!

Before Kimi can even protest the picture, some kids knock at your door, and you smile wildly!

You open the door to see three kids in costumes; one of them is a Disney princess, and the other two seem to be different versions of superheroes! The kids look up at you and Kimi, all excited with the night ahead and the candy and sugar they've already eaten. "Trick or treat," the kids almost say in unison.

"You guys look adorable!" you gleam as you hand out some candy in their buckets. The kids thank you happily, especially after getting some full-size candy bars! As they leave to go get some more candy, you and Kimi sit on your front porch with a bucket of a variety of candy.

Your turn to Kimi: "Will you please try and somewhat act happy for these poor children?"Kimi turns to you with his stoic eyes. "Fine..."

You obviously smile at his reluctant response.As the night further approaches and the feel of nightfall washes down on the two of you, multiple kids have come to your house, your candy bowl being completely empty. Well,  at least you thought until Kimi pulled out your favorite candy bar from his lap and said, "I saved you a candy bar."

"Kimi! Did you seriously steal a candy bar from the bowl just to give to me?" You scold him.

Despite your scolding towards Kimi, he gives you a faint smile and says, "The kids will be fine; trust me, they have enough candy already. Plus, it's your favorite."

You can't help but smile at the gesture and take the candy bar from his hands and give him a piece.

"You know, I think towards the end of the night you started to enjoy giving out candy," you tell Kimi as your head is laid on his broad shoulder.

Kimi looks down at you slightly with another faint smile and grumbles, "Maybe just a little bit, but don't you tell a soul."

You smile teasingly. "Hmm.. I might have to spread it around the media that Kimi is secretly a softie who loves to celebrate Halloween."

Surprisingly, Kimi doesn't respond to your tease; instead, he picks you up and takes you inside onto the couch, lays you on his lap, and whispers to you, "Hopefully you're too tired to remember this, but I had a lot of fun with you tonight."

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SWEETERLOVERS - testing out the tag list!

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[tako-cafe]

Azul ED HCs

Idia's post for part 1

As the title says this is dealing with eating disorders so read at your own risk. This is also my own interpretation of the game content. You could and might read these lines in a different light, but this is how I see him.

Start with what I think he has: Anorexia. Through the events, card and homescreen voice lines, and main story it is clear he limits his calories and types of food he consumes. He has a unnamed calorie limit, exercises a certain amount daily, and does so for the sake of keeping in a certain weight he deems correct based around childhood bullying around his weight. Key reasons other than his obsession with his figure and weight are his calorie tracking to remain within a strict limit to a point of not eating even if hungry, A focus on healthy eating to a point he skips joining school events fully like halloween parties,and a limited diet ie he cut out his favorite foods deeming them unhealthy (his being listed as fried chicken). This post will go through and showcase everything I could find to back this up from game. note-will only add enough for context, look up or read game content for full stories, and of course spoilers if you haven't read these yet.

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Jade mentioning Azul used to be an eater, Azul trying to hide why he isn't eating

Event: Terror is Trending

 Azul-get heartburn just watching Ruggie eat. Jade-Oh? I believe you could put him to shame if you felt so inclined Azul-Not another word. Jamil-For as little as you're eating, you've been going around eyeing everything. Is there a scheme in the works I should know about? Azul-Can't an honest businessman scope out the catering without being painted as some kind of villain? Jamil-You can't even relax on Halloween, huh?

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Floyd noticing his lack of eating

Azul's Dorm card-

Jade- Ugh, what a waste. And the carpaccio we had that day was so delicious, too. In any case, I imagine that growing up in a restaurant allowed him to try many different foods and keenly develop his sense of taste. He is a true gourmet.

Floyd-Then he should eat more. He only ever picks at his food these days.

example of his calorie limit being mentioned

Floyd-Hey, I'm thirsty. Can I have one of those drinks? We're up to our dorsal fins in the stuff.

Jade-A splendid idea. We should toast to Azul's success.

Azul-I've already hit my nutritional threshold for today, so I will pass.

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Birthday Boy-

Remembering eating as a slight negative memory

..They'd tell me,"Eat some of this,eat some of that!" In Hindsight, I wish I had complained about how excessive it all was...

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Home screen Lines-

school uniform- I wish they'd label how many calories are in each dish in the cafeteria. It makes keeping count so difficult.

outdoor wear- You think I've eaten too much? Oh, no, there should be no qualms with that today, since I've burned more calories than usual.

Ceremonial robes- Maybe I should tighten my belt a little...I prefer having a tight figure.

Halloween- I'll hold back on the treats, thank you. Accepting more and more of them will only increase my calorie intake for the day.

Birthday boy- heheh For my birthday, I decided that I will eat as I please without worrying about the calories.

You brought me food again? ...Is that your way of saying I look like I eat a lot?

Tsum- This Tsum...its roundness and plushness may be cute, but it gives me mixed feelings whenever I look at it.

GloMas- The aromas of butter and sugar permeates the air...The City of Flowers is overflowing with temptation. I must be more strict with myself than usual.

Homescreen lines have a mix talk about calorie counting, restriction, and body image talk in them.

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While I didn't go and collect the lines as screenshots like the Idia post this HC was more straightforward and went over a more well known disorder than his did. Everything listed above is what I remember being in game and are examples why I think he has Anorexia.

[a-roguish-gambit]

Some very personal head cannons I have for dragons in general that I'm going to apply to Dragon Gambit

So being an animal nerd I know a lot of things about the animal world and have just had some general experiences growing up cuz I was a dragon kid instead of a unicorn kid or a wolf kid or something. So I have collected random head cannons over the years about dragons either relating to things in the natural world or just things I picked up while growing up and I'm going to smoosh them on to Gambit in this AU. Enjoy:

1. Dragons like shiny things because it helps warm up their bellies when light reflects off of them also metal conducts heat a lot better so again nice and warm. Because dragons are less sensitive to heat as in the burning sensation as I've mentioned before: please imagine Gambit using a hot slide on a summer day in his Dragon form to warm himself up. Rogue is very confused as to how he's not literally dying or being cooked alive but he assures her he's fine.

2. When I was growing up there was this like animatronic at this theme park that was fantasy themed called the pumpkin eating dragon and they would like have these shows with him that were sort of little kitty comedy act and then they would feed him pumpkins between jokes and the kids love watching him crush them so now it's just seared into my mind that yes dragons love pumpkins they can't get enough of them. So imagine the x men decorating for Halloween and Gambit is in charge of pumpkin carving. He does a great job of it even gets all the pumpkin seeds separated for baking into a delicious treat. But no one sees the pumpkin insides or the excess rinds go into the trash or anything....then Jubilee finds Gambit cooking it all in a mixing pot like a soup with brown sugar, a bit of butter, vanilla, maple syrup, hazelnut, and cinnamon. He tries to insist that "it's just really good guys try it" but none of them want to. Not even rogue is willing. He ends up eating the whole thing and none of them can look at him the same way again.

Storm and jean think it certainly smells good but Storm is apprehensive to try it. Growing up in Africa she has never had anything pumpkin before and she knows things like pumpkin pie aren't made from the same kind of pumpkins as Halloween ones. And jean refuses to eat them because she's grown up being told and believing pumpkin guts are gross. The only other person willing to try it is Bobby but he will never admit to the other x men he has eaten Halloween pumpkin.

3. Lots of reptiles don't have great hearing but can feel vibrations in the air and ground through their jaw bones, particularly snakes, because the bones that we have in our ears are actually still part of their jaws. So frustratingly for many people, including Gambit who does not understand it himself, he can "hear" where people are in the room and it's really hard to sneak up on him, but you may have to repeat yourself several times to get his attention.

Also he cannot stand pop rocks and a lot of other super fizzy things. He says that "it feels like something is screaming in my mouth" and nobody except storm and jean seem to get what he means.

4. Bearded dragons are a species of reptile and they go crazy for dandelions and bee pollen. I like thinking dragons like these things too so Gambit having to avoid munching on very tempting looking dandelion flowers in public and him secretly sprinkling bee pollen on his food. No one knows what it is when they catch him doing this. Rogue secretly finds the jar in his room later with the picture of the beardie on it and swears to never tell a soul, but is very relieved.

Things stay under wraps for a bit till Scott finds a baggie of the stuff in jean's things, and he freaks out thinking Gambit got Jean hooked on something and Gambit has to come clean with the bottle of Bee pollen.

[sickbonezg]

Halloween

First fic. and since it's close to Halloween I thought I'd give Gee a stomach ache.

SUMMARY: Gerard eats too much Halloween candy and Frank gives them tummy rubs. WARNING: Gee pukes a lot in this fic - if that's not your gig the back button is in the corner!

PAIRING: None. Gee and Frank are just friends at this point in this fic, bc current and married.

Also, nonbinary Gerard (They/them) is in this so I guess, set in 2022-23.

RATING: **PG-13 for swearing and tummy issues. **

Gerard groaned in pain. Their belly was in agony. Frank had his birthday party and Gerard may have eaten too much candy.

"Gee?" Frank asked worriedly.

"I- my belly feels sick, Frank."

"Aw, sugar. Want me to rub it?"

Gerard nodded forlornly.

"Okay, my lord." He laughed, trying to make Gerard smile.

Gerard just whined in obvious pain.

Frank removed Gerard's Dracula costume and gasped at their round belly.

"Oh...sweetheart...no wonder you have a sick tummy! It's filled with candy and just feeling extra icky."

Gerard whined as they looked at their tummy.

"I- I...I feel so gross."

Frank cooed in sadness and started rubbing circles in their icky tummy.

"Ow...Frankie...the candy is making my belly feel so sick."

"How much did you eat?"

"Fuck if I know...my belly is all sick.."

"Gerard Arthur Way!" Frank shrieked as he looked at the *8 huge empty bags *of fun size candy bars in the trash.

Gerard moaned.

"No wonder your belly is so icky!!"

"It feels like there's a chocolate brick in my tummy!"

Gerard's stomach rumbled.

"Oh, Frank....I- I think I'm gon' - fuck, my tummy!"

"Do you feel like you need to throw up?" Frank asked gently.

Gerard nodded forlornly.

Gerard's stomach made a sound that worried Frank.

"Gee? Was that your tummy?"

"I feel sick, Frankie...."

"Do you want to go to the bathroom to puke?'

Gerard nodded, "My tummy fuckin' feels like it's gonna burst Frankie.....I don't think I will ever/ eat chocolate again."

Gerard felt their tummy rumble in pain.

"Ow, fuck!" They moaned as they pressed a hand on their queasy gut.

"C'mon. Let's go, Gee. Your face is turning green sweetheart."

Gerard stifled a belch and whined as their stomach flipped inside them.

Gerard stumbled to the toilet and Frank sat down beside them.

"Go.." They whimpered.

"Nuh-uh, Gee. Being sick is no fun - but being sick and alone is worse!!"

Gerard groaned and Frank watched as Gerard's body arched over the toilet and brown sludge spilled down the formerly pristine white Dracula shirt.

"Frank....I- I frew uhp!!" They sobbed.

"Aw baby, want tummy rubs?"

They shook their head.

"No?"

"Tummy hurts, feel queasy, Frankie."

"Gonna be sick, hon?"

They nodded.

"Ugh, my tummy's all full 'nd flipping 'side me..."

"Gerard? Do- Do you need help puking?"

They nodded tearfully.

"Okay... I- I've never made someone puke before intentionally but you're so miserable I can."

"Please.... My tummy feels so horrible, Frankie!!"

"Okay, I know this is really triggering for you Gee, but it's the only way to get that nauseous brick of chocolate out of your tummy....."

Frank pushed a hand on Gerard's stomach and put two fingers down Gerard's throat.

The singer whimpered and tears sprang from their eyes. Their stomach turned as Frank pressed on it.

A chunky belch came from Gerard as they vomited in the toilet and continued puking up brownish sludge.

Frank continued rubbing circles in their distended, aching tummy.

After thirty minutes Gerard coughed up the last dregs of vomit.

"Better?" Frank asked, smiling sadly.

Gerard shook their head, "Tummy's empty, but still hurts horribly."

"Yeah, eating 8 bags of candy and then vomiting it up is never not painful. Get some rest. I'll text Lyn-Z to bring you back home."

"Thank you..." Gerard whispered.

"You're welcome, buddy." Frank smiled as he led Gerard to the couch to lie down.

Hey, Lyn-Z. Can you come pick Gee up? They got sick from eating some candy that didn't agree with their stomach. Thanks. xofrnk

Frank put away his iPhone as Gerard whined in pain.

"Aw, is your tummy still upset?"

Gerard nodded.

"I got something for your icky tum. Just rest." Frank reassured them.

He came back two minutes later with tea.

"It's chamomile...It'll help your belly." Frank explained as Gerard whined.

"I'm... my stomach can't handle milk...makes me throw up..." Gerard said sounding absolutely miserable as they pressed a hand into their distended, sick stomach.

Frank shook his head.

"No milk?" Gerard said weakly.

Frank smiled and handed him the mug of the stomach-soothing tea.

Gerard drank a few sips as their tummy turned like a perpetual record player.

Frank's iPhone alerted him to a text.

"Lyn-Z is headed over, she's got a bin and a nice bed for you to sleep in, Gee."

Gerard didn't react as the chamomile turned their stomach inside them.

Gerard whined as they sat up.

"Gee? Oh, baby!" Lyn-Z gasped.

Gerard blinked and looked at Lyn-Z.

"Lyn-Z? My stomach doesn't feel well..."

"Too much Halloween candy in your tummy to handle?" She asked.

The nauseous groan that came from Gerard confirmed her suspicions.

"Oh, babe. Let's go home and get some medication in that sick tummy of yours!"

She led them to the awaiting car and sat down.

They drove home. Once they stopped moving, Gerard took off running to go vomit in the flowerbeds and in Bandit's Jack-O-Lantern.

Gerard gagged and vomited all of the chocolate into their daughter's jack-o-lantern.

The copious amount of brown sludge coming out of Gerard's mouth was astounding!

Lyn-Z led them inside and helped them lie down on the couch as Dawn of the Dead was on TV.

Gerard fell asleep as their stomach rumbled and tumbled inside them.

They knew they had no way to undo eating all that chocolate making them sick, but if Lyn-Z, Frank, and Bandit were around, they'd manage.

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, November 18th, 2024.

What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? We've only ever had cats and fish, but none of our cats were particularly hefty.

Do you own any heirloom jewelry? I don't.

What were you doing at this time yesterday? I was at the animal shelter, in the midst of cleaning kennels. But this time on this day, I'm baking a chaotic carrot cake based on available ingredients and a dash of diabolical whimsy. It's in the oven now, so we'll see how it turns out. It doesn't really matter if it's a disaster because it's just for my dad and I to enjoy. No one at the animal shelter will have to deal with this atrocity. :')

Do you own any kind of helmet? No.

Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? We've got a lot of desserts/treats in there at the moment - sugar cookies, banana walnut bread, cream cheese brownies, orange cranberry muffins, some things my dad brought home from synagogue… The cream cheese brownies are probably my favorite. So rich and so good. As for something not dessert-related, my favorite thing would be Greek yogurt. When it comes to drinks, I think there's a half-finished bottle of Powerade, some coffee creamer, and almond milk. And my favorite in that case would be the coffee creamer.

Are your initials in alphabetical order? No.

Has anyone ever answered one of your surveys with a rude attitude? Sudden flashbacks to Hold My Keys or whatever her username was. Came out of nowhere, kept "arrowing" my answers with rude remarks, and accused me of speaking like I was from the 19th century (not sure why I should consider that an insult, but to be fair, my vocab choices probably were a bit extra).

Do you like the taste of cough syrup? I don't mind the grape kind, but the cherry kind is BLEH.

What is something you like to have conversations about? History, the paranormal, conspiracies, philosophy, religion, politics, current events, random everyday stupid shit…

Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? Pretty sure I've had cereal with bananas before. I don't really eat milky cereal these days, though. If anything I'll make a fruit and yogurt bowl and top it with a bit of whatever cereal we have on hand.

Is your heat or air conditioning currently on? The furnace is running downstairs.

How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? I can't settle on a favorite holiday. It's a tie between Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. For this Thanksgiving, instead of buying a bunch of premade/just-add-water side dishes, I'm planning on doing my own cooking/baking. Roast chicken (not gonna make a whole turkey when it's just the two of us), apple pie, glazed carrots, macaroni salad, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes…maybe my dad will make a loaf of homemade bread. I think the only thing that will be box-made will be the stuffing.

Have you ever been on a houseboat? No.

Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence? Intelligence.

Do you learn from your mistakes? It might take a while in some cases, but I do eventually learn from my mistakes.

Do you learn from the mistakes of others? Yeah.

Any guess as to why some people draw out the last letter when they type, likee thiss forrr exampleee? I do it for emphasis, like I'm mimicking the way I would say it out loud.

What’s the last nice thing you did for someone? I guess volunteering is nice.

Were your grandparents present when you were born? I don't think so.

Have you ever eaten/drank something and then realized it was past the expiration date? Yeah.

Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? I don't.

What is something unusual that annoys you? It's not all that unusual, but whenever someone tries to talk to me while I'm typing or reading. It's frustrating to be interrupted and it ruins my concentration flow. Obviously not a big deal, but a peeve nonetheless.

[sanctificetur]

as valerie hears about draegan also eating the goldfish in the pond, she is quite shaken ; and also angry he had disturbed her peaceful nature.

she remembers he looking quite deranged and merciless in his eyes, as he drank from the blood bag; shoulders shuddering as he ripped into it with his fangs.

as she had backed away from him, he hears a movement, thinking at first it was an enemy to attack him or take the blood bags from him. he glares at her, unseeing, she holding her hand to her mouth to cover her muffled scream. after a moment, the red of all-consuming bloodlust clears in his eyes.

he picked up her butterfly 🦋 pendant that had fallen to the ground with his bloodied hands, holding it out to her. perhaps not deciding to mention, he had eaten butterflies before, similar to the butterfly type she likes.

he notes her scared to come closer to him until they continue on with their conversation. they talk a little bit further in the car park for half an hour. yet they couldn’t just stay there ; lunchtime was halfway over, till class started and someone could see his bloodied state. although valerie knew they may think it was an early halloween costume, of a male carrie, it was still dangerous.

so they go to an abandoned classroom, she helping him sponging off the blood with soap and water from the small sink in the corner ; having some knowledge of healing, as her mother was a nurse.

he places the pendant into his pocket, as he starts to recount about his time in the capitol. and sitting down across from each other on the same table.

‘ you were experimented upon?! and why did the capitol do that to you? ‘ she says, concern in her tone, and adjusting her oval wine rimmed glasses to her nose.

he nods, the pain of his past overwhelming him, feeling guilt in harming humans in the past, and now fed from blood bags and animals…yet tried not to be so noticeable. as he was worried about attracting attention and being found out by hunters. he describes a bit on his time at the capitol.

president snow had ordered the capture of him, and tributes from past hunger games. they had shackled them in their cells, and experimented on them, cutting them with knives, electrocuting them with water, and various other methods of torture to see how much they could endure, to way past their breaking point. this continuing, during the sugar falls event marissa was in.

he had finally escaped, breaking the chains, with the help of the others ( peeta, johanna, annie ), and ripping into the neck of guards who shot at them in trying to stop their escape ; they not expecting the captives to feel that much boiling fury and hatred in their study of them, fury and indignation that ran deep in draegan’s blood.

draegan then says, ‘ I know you’re scared, val, but I am here, ‘ he taking the pendant from his pocket, and extending his arm out across the table to give to her.

there had been no electricity issues, other than him breaking out of the cell ; walking through the ground. enochian and chinese rune symbols on the wall, painted delicately in black quill 🪶 celestial sparks ( fireworks ) glinting and falling like gold tinsel drifted around him in a quiet hum.

valerie thinks his gesture may be genuine, yet still quite cautious. draegan had seemed a lot like a demon, but one with a good heart. taking the pendant from his outstretched hand, fingers brushing a bit longer on his hand.

[kiyomarus]

Literally him, ALL in chapter one:

Leo looked like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving—drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

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The guy was obviously a coach. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so you could just see his beady eyes. He had a wispy goatee and a sour face, like he’d eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. He would’ve looked pretty scary if he hadn’t been five feet zero.

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The new guy had dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should’ve come with a warning label: do not stare directly at teeth. permanent blindness may occur. He wore a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans and boots, and he smiled like he was God’s gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hated him instantly.

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Leo got up and brushed himself off. “I hate that guy.” He offered Jason his arm, like they should go skipping inside together. “‘I’m Dylan. I��m so cool, I want to date myself, but I can’t figure out how! You want to date me instead? You’re so lucky!’” - “Leo,” Jason said, “you’re weird.” “Yeah, you tell me that a lot.” Leo grinned. “But if you don’t remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on!” Jason figured that if this was his best friend, his life must be pretty messed up; but he followed Leo into the museum.

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Some girls kept looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering. Jason figured these girls were the popular clique. They wore matching jeans and pink tops and enough makeup for a Halloween party.

I'm starting to reread The Lost Hero, and I forgot how Jason acts in the first chapter.

Like it's the first chapter and he's an amnesiac with at least 30 kids, and there's two people who claim to know him.

Then he starts slandering everyone he comes by.

I forgot how much I love Jason.

[wizardfrog69]

୨⎯ "Happy Halloween!" ⎯୧

This is just random Halloween headcannons, have fun reading! :)

Cw: killer clowns

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, kunikida, Jun'ichirō, kenji, kyoka, Dazai, ranpo, mori, ace, Chuuya, Higuchi, Hirotsu, Elsie, Kajii, Oda, ango, Fitzgerald, Louisa, John, Edgar, Mark, Nathaniel, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Natsume, Shibusawa. (I cannot bother to write their full names)

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Have fun trying to convince him to do anything remotely related to Halloween

Found a cat on Halloween once, took them in and called them samhain; pronounced as sa-win (its the original name of Halloween)

Has a bowl of sweets for kids, if there are any

Ranpo knocks on the door, gets let in, eats all the sweets

And stole all the sugar

This is why fukuzawa never keeps anything sweet in his house

Except for his s/o ofc

They get eaten by Ranpo too

When the kids knock on his house they low key get a fright when they see him cuz he looks pissed off 24/7

You have to open the door

Or the cats if you also look pissed off 24/7

Akiko Yosano:

Probably dresses up

Sexy doctor anyone?

Sexy doctor and sexy nurse couples costume

"Fake" blood

Visits haunted houses

Watching horror movies while eating candy stolen from the kids

If there are kids trick or treating then are definitely coming to your house

Idk why they just do

The house isn't decorated or if it is then it isn't decorated a lot

Who knows why the kids love going to that house

Atsushi Nakajima:

Never did Halloween

Gets cat inspired make up and has to wear it all day

Got chased by killer clowns

Has a lot of fun

The house is decorated but just a little bit not too much

Wanted to dress up as a mummy

Went trick or treating

Got candy

Got sick

Went trick or treating next year

Doppo Kunikida:

Do you really think he will do something so unprofessional as Halloween?

Well ofc he will, its for the kids

He just has a bowl of sweets in front of the door with a sign saying 'one per person' they all get stolen by a group of kids

He had to leave somewhere for some reason and caught a kid taking 2?!?!?!?!!!! The kid put one back and ran away.

Dazai put a fake spider on his desk

And in his hair

And his house

His house is filled with fake spiders

He saw a spider on his book of ideals and thought it was fake

Untill it moved

Than thought every fake spider was real

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki:

Made Halloween cookies for everyone

Made bone shaped biscuits

Probably dressed up

Idk what he dressed up as

Maybe he decorated the agency a bit

Kenji Miyazawa:

Had lots of fun

Went trick or treating

Dressed up as a farmer or scar crow

Dressed honako the second aswell

Brought the cow around everywhere he went

Found one of dazai's fake spiders and took it outside so it wouldn't get killed

Theres a fake spider somewhere in the bushes

It's gonna stay there for ever

The fake spider found the book

Kyōka Izumi:

Went trick or treating with kenji and Ranpo

Ate all the sweets she got

Also got sick

Was sick with atsushi

Next year still went but didn't eat all the sweets

Dressed up

Had lots of fun

Osamu Dazai:

Annoys kunikida 24/7

Bought 20kg of fake spiders

Got in trouble

Dressed up like a mummy and covered himself in fake blood

Drank the fake blood

Now I wanna drink fake blood, it probably tastes bad, oh well, I still wanna taste it

Wanted to go trick or treating

Scared all the kids

Also got chased by a killer clown, two in fact

Ranpo Edogawa:

Dressed up as a witch, with heals

You cannot change my mind

His legs hurt after a long day and night of walking from house to house

Gathered like fifty-something bags of candy

Ate them all in one sitting while watching horror movies

Complained about the movies not being realistic or the characters being dumb

Complains about not having enough candy

Ogai Mori:

Went trick or treating with Elise

Dressed up as a vampire (or a furry)

He didn't have to do anything cuz he already looks like a vampire

No one goes trick or treating at his house

Ace:

What if he puts the collar on himself?

Dresses up as card

The 2 of daimonds

Cuz he's a -2/10

Probably wears a suit with a card design or something idk

Chuuya Nakahara:

He didn't dress up 😒

Ig he wants to be boring and unoriginal 🙄

If Elsie wants everyone to dress up than he dresses up in fear of the boss

Dresses up as a magician idk

Does magic tricks

Ichiyō Higuchi:

100% dresses up

Idk what tho

I seriously don't know help

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

Dresses up as an old man or something idk

Elise:

Dresses up as a pretty princess

Or a doll

Or both

Dresses up like that one doll that I regret not buying

The doll was really pretty and would look great on a shelf next to puppet clown

The doll cost like 20€ tho

Hope she's still there

Very pretty doll

Goes trick or treating

Motojiro Kajii:

Dresses up as a lemon

Commits mass arson

Also gets chased by a clown

Sakunosuke Oda:

Obviously does Halloween

Dresses up as a vampire

Chases the kids

Goes trick or treating with the kids

They all have fun

Tells the kids not too eat too much candy

They all do, including him

Watching nightmare before Christmas, Corpse bride, Caroline

Caroline traumatized the kids

Watching Tim Burton movies

Ango Sakaguchi:

He had work :(

Sorry

Francis Scott Fitzgerald:

Idk why I call him Francis Scott Fitzgerald and not f. Scott Fitzgerald or Francis Scott key Fitzgerald

Oh well

Now I wanna read the great gatsby

Or the book about incest

He wears a suit MADE out of 100$ bills

It cost him alot but it was worth it, showing all the peasants how broke they are

There was a Halloween sale at target

He bought three pumpkins

He didn't know what to do with them

I stole those pumpkins and ate them cuz pumpkins >>>

Drinks that autumn drink from star bucks, I think its called like pumpkin spice or something idk

I drink real coffee like real men 💪

Calls autumn fall

Louisa May Alcott:

Didn't dress up

Also got chased by the clown?

Idk everyone is getting chased by a killer clown

John Steinbeck:

Dressed up like some guy named George

Idk why he just did

Doesn't do trick or treating?

Edgar Allan Poe:

Dresses up like a black cat

Has an army of crows waiting for him

For some reason he was sitting in a haunted looking mansion with a bunch of crows and black cats out side?

Such a silly emo guy with social anxiety

Ranpo came by to steal all his candy

Poe was hiding away thinking it was some kids

Ranpo bargded in and realised Poe has no candy for him 😔

Karl:

Chilling with the cats and crows

Karl is better than all of them

Karl slays fr

He has pretty pink bows in his fur

Who knows how they got there

Do yall think karl listens to Eminem?

Mark Twain:

Went trick or treating

Tricked all the kids

Cross dressed

Tricked some people into thinking he was a woman

It didn't last long tho

Still had fun

Nathaniel Hawthrone:

He doesn't need to dress up

God will protect him from the evil spirits

Doesn't participate in Halloween

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

As I've said before he is forced to dress up as a rat by Nikolai

Got chased by a cat

Got followed by the clown

Wasn't scared of the clown

Also worked 😒

Ivan Goncharov:

Was just happy to be there

He dressed up as a grim reaper

Grim reapers people 🥰

Nikolai Gogol:

The killer clown that chased everyone (and followed Fyodor cuz Fyodor wasn't going to run away

Fyodor was no fun 😒🙄

Scares and chases all the kids away

Goes to a haunted house

Or houses should I say

Pranked everyone all night

Probably terrified everyone

Sigma:

Was forced to dress up and got chased by the clown

Didn't want to dress up to look unprofessional

His employees did dress up, only some of them tho

Got Halloween cookies cuz he deserves them 😌

Probably to dress up he has on some make up on

Idk, if he would wear a costume

Sōseki Natsume:

He turned into a cat and goes on a walk

It would be so fun to just be a cat and chill

Like fr

Dresses up as a wizard btw

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa:

Is also forced to dress up

Doesn't tho

Idk he turns into a unicorn man again

Cos plays Shakespeare with his skull

Dresses up as a dead person 😍

Hope you had fun reading my monstrosity as always, please request tho cuz my ideas are limitless in a bad way. Happy Halloween everyone!!!!

NB! credits of the 3 pictures at the top to the artist! I didn't make them!

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Happy Halloween! Domestiel, kid!Jack, counting candy :)

“Eleventy-one, eleventy-two, eleventy-three…”

The entire thing is surreal.

It’s been surreal since they got Cas back; a chain of events, one right after the other, of great luck and good things and Dean’s finally, almost a year later, unclenched enough to stop worrying about the other shoe. On the carpet in front of the TV, a four-year-old Jack meticulously miscounts his Halloween spoils, The Addams Family playing softly in the background. They went trick-or-treating in town tonight—drove right down and hit all the houses before Jack started to get tired and cranky from the cold.

Dean can’t remember the last Halloween he spent outside a graveyard.

“How much candy do you have, Jack?”

“A hundred billion!”

Cas is still dressed in his garishly ugly Halloween sweater, the one with multi-coloured pumpkins. Despite his thick arms and shoulders, Cas swims in the garishly purple material, the stuff gathering at his round ass. He’s wearing light grey sweats and jack-o lantern socks and he’s got a shitty dollar store halo on his head and fluffy white wings on his back. They flutter as Cas as moves to sit beside their kid. Jesus. Their kid.

Their mostly human kid.

“That’s a lot,” Cas says. He leans in while Jack painstakingly shows him each pile of candy he’s sorted, explaining that he’s sorted them by type and not-so-subtly hiding the Kit-Kats behind his small foot. Despite the fact that the kid is dressed as a sparkly T-Rex (lip gloss, eyes glitter and all), Cas nods seriously.

“Can I have one?” Jack begs. “I just want a liiiiiitle one!”

Dean snorts. Kid’s been sneaking candy bars all night. “I dunno,” he teases, moving to sit on the floor with them. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“But I didn’t even have five!” Jack insists. “My tummy’s not even hurting yet!”

Cas raises a brow. “How much have you eaten?”

“Not a lot,” he insists. He gets up to walk to the other end of his candy-counting project and Dean grabs him by the waist, pulling him into his chest and blowing a raspberry onto his neck. Jack squeals. “Daddy stop!”

“I dunno, what do you think, pops?” Dean grins at Cas. “I feel like this is way too much candy for one kid.”

Castiel nods solemnly. “I agree. A hundred billion? That’s a tummy ache waiting to happen.”

Jack giggles trying to get out of Dean’s hold, gasping out peals of laughter. “But—I—just—want—one!”

“Sorry?” Dean says. “Didn’t catch that.”

“AH! Daddy!”

“I think he only wants one, Dean.”

“One?”

“Yes, that’s what you said, right, Jack?”

“PAPA!”

Dean lets him go and Jack rolls on the floor huffing and giggling as he stumbles to his feet and throws himself at Dean’s chest. Dean goes with an oof and a laugh as the kid starts tickling him in that clumsy, toddler-way he picked up. “Papa help me!” he cries. “We gotta trap him!”

Unsurprisingly, all the piles of candy get ruined.

It’s process to clean things up after that, and then to pick which candy Jack wants to eat, to coax him from in front of the TV and get him ready for bed. He’s been attached to the softness of Cas’s ugly sweater all night, so Dean volunteers to do the dishes while Cas wrangles him into bed. The poor kid’s running on sugar fumes by the time Cas guides him into the kitchen, looking more like the zombies on his pjs than anything else.

“Night, Daddy.”

“Night, bud.” He gives Jack a hug and kiss and pretends he’s misty-eyed from the half-cut onion loose on the counter. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Jack pauses for a moment. “And… if you’re hungry for a snack, you can have three candies, okay? Papa, too.”

“That’s real sweet of you, Jack. Thanks.”

“S’okay. We can do this next year, right?”

“Yeah, man, ’course we can.”

With one last kiss goodnight, Cas scoops Jack into his arms and carries him off to bed.

He finds Dean on the couch a half-hour later, throwing himself down beside him and closing his eyes. “He had questions about Halloween.”

“He plays you like a fiddle, man.”

Cas shrugs. “Have you heard from Sam and Eileen?”

“They texted about ten minutes ago,” Dean nods. “Case is wrapped, but they’re gonna stay another night before heading back.”

“Mm, that’s good.”

“Yeah, sounded like they got the run-around.”

Cas hums.

“You okay there, gramps? Wanna head to bed?”

“No.”

“You’re falling asleep, Cas.”

“Mm.”

“Cas, seriously.”

“Dean, shut up and watch the movie. I’m relaxing.”

Dean lifts his eyes to what has become the Netflix homescreen and grins. He wonders briefly when being a grumpy, cantankerous bastard became something he found endearing. He figures it doesn’t matter. Smirking, Dean leans down to press a lush kiss to the corner of Cas’s mouth. “Hey, Cas.”

“Mm.”

“Cas. Hey, Cas. Cas. Cas, wake up, Cas—”

“What?” One blue eye flicks open and Dean smirks harder. He presses an obnoxious kiss to the tip of Cas’s nose because he knows he hates that shit. Sure enough, Cas’s entire face wrinkles like he’s just sucked on a lemon.

“I love you,” Dean says sweetly.

But where Cas would normally melt at that three letter declaration, he leans in and presses a perfunctory kiss to Dean’s mouth. “I know,” he says, moving off the couch. He gives Dean’s ass a smack and starts shuffling towards their bedroom.

“Hey!” Dean whisper-shouts. “That’s my line!” He gestures down to his flawlessly accurate costume, raising a brow as Cas shuffles back with his own tired smirk. “Then come on, you scruffy-looking Nerf-herder.” With another kiss, he’s gone.

Dean grins and takes off after him.

[veronicasanders]

Last Halloween ask! What is your favorite candy? Are you dressing up/doing something this weekend? I'm absolutely certain you're all througly sick of me and my bs, so this ask is just me saying thank you for indulging me and wish you a nice weekend and idk just tell me about anything you wish to talk about 😊

I could never be sick of you, my darling! BS welcome anytime! 😘

(After the jump, I will wax poetic about bittersweet chocolate…)

CANDY:

CHOCOLATE SUPREMACY! Now, I pretty much exclusively eat high-end bittersweet/dark Fair Trade chocolate, although I can slum it with Lindt if I’m desperate but I really don't like giving money to companies unless they're Fair Trade. Bittersweet has always been the pinnacle for me.

As a kid, I was all about trading away the dumb sugary shit like Skittles, War Heads, Starburst, and Blow Pops, for more chocolate. The chocolate candies were ranked into a hierarchy…

TOP TIER, PREMIUM: Anything dark (Not common in Halloween candy but sometimes you could get lucky and get a Hershey’s Special Dark in a mixed bag, a Mounds Bar - for those outside of the US, Mounds is like Bounty but with dark chocolate, or someone cool would be giving away little Doves.) 

2nd Tier: Reese’s PB cups, Almond Joy (Bounty with Almonds), Junior Mints/Andes Mints, Skor Bars, Butterfinger and Kit Kats. 

3rd Tier: M&Ms (which could be bumped up to second tier if they were peanut butter M&Ms), Snickers, Nestle Crunch, Hershey Kisses and other plain chocolate that looked decent

4th Tier: Milky Way, Mars Bars, Twix and anything else heavily featuring caramel and nougat and bullshit that made it too sweet. Also off-brand chocolate like a random pumpkin-shaped thing.

5th Tier (LOSERVILLE): Tootsie Rolls, white chocolate (wouldn’t trade for this, but sometimes I was stuck with it)

Honorable mention: The few non-chocolate candies I would eat were things like Sour Patch Kids, Smarties (not the same as British Smarties, these were just sugar), Lemonheads, Fun Dip, Pixi Stix. This was like, the shit I would eat for energy on the night while I was trick-or-treating and would *sometimes* save/not trade away. Whatever I had of this would be eaten in conjunction with the 5th Tier Loserville "chocolate" and even sometimes the 4th Tier if there was a lot of it.

✨Important notes: ✨

A full-size candy bar, as opposed to “fun sized” ones that people specifically bought for Halloween, would result in said chocolate moving up several tiers. 

In accordance with my “Save the Best for Last” policy, I would consume this candy in reverse-order. Starting with the random shit, then up through the tiers and saving the Top Tier candy for very last. 

The downside to this was that it left the premium stuff vulnerable to thievery (by my parents) for the longest. This problem was mitigated by keeping all the candy in my bedside table, and also giving a Sacrificial Offering to them every week or so as tax in exchange for keeping their mitts off my system. 

Halloween candy generally lasted until well past Valentine’s Day, when the chocolate coffers were replenished, and that in turn lasted until past Easter, which, if I was smart about it, could last until the following Halloween. 

I hope this Dickensian answer was as fun to read as it was to write. (Probably not, lmao.) This weekend, I went to a friend’s house party dressed as Wonder Woman, and tomorrow, I plan to take Dr. Fluffernutter into my morning lecture dressed as a pineapple. (I figure The Lady With a Dog Dressed as a Pineapple is crazy enough and I don’t need an additional costume.) 🍍😜🎃💖🌈

[latteconvos]

True facts about cookies: poison

We all know that Poison Mushroom cookie is… poisonous, but there is other cookies that are poisonous that CAN kill you or make you sick if you eat then, three of then being: HollyBerry cookie from CRK, Starfruit cookie and chestnut cookie from CR ovenbreak.

HollyBerry cookie: In real life Holly berries are known to represent Christmas, but if you eat the berrie itself, it would make you sick, showing symptoms of, vomit, diarrhea and others.

Starfruit cookie: to be more specific the YELLOW star fruit (or more known as Carambola, in Brazil), is a very known fruit around here, in Brazil (yes i am Brazilian), they have a very poisonous neurotoxin, that can kill people with only 100ml of the fruit, but the person needs to have kidney problems. While people with healthy kidneys have no problem filtering out the neurotoxin, those with bad kidneys can’t process it. Symptoms can be from vomiting, diarrhea to death and even coma.

Chestnut cookie: to be more specific (again) the HORSE chestnut are poisonous, If eaten, they can cause digestive problems such as abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting and throat irritation. More than one in 10 cases of poisonous plants being mistaken for edible plants involve horse and sweet chestnuts. But since we don’t know wich chestnut, chestnut cookie was based on, we can’t really say that he is poisonous.

Bonus cookie:

I decided to put some bonus cookies, because the food that they are based off, isn’t exactly poisonous but the seeds or a number of factors that could lead them being poisonous.

Apple cookie from CR ovenbreak: yes the fruit that you always put on your salad fruit are poisonous… I mean the seed. You see the seed from an apple contain amygdalin, a cyanogenic glycoside composed of cyanide and sugar. When metabolized in the digestive system, this chemical degrades into highly poisonous hydrogen cyanide(HCN). A lethal dose of HCN can kill within minutes. But the seed itself needs to be crushed to make it poisonous, and takes a lot of then

Oyster cookie from CKR: we all know what is a oyster, a slimy, strange marine creature, that lives inside a shell and it’s consider a delicacy by many, who would pay millions just to eat this creature, of course as we all know, oysters aren’t poisonous by nature, but you can suffer food poisoning if they get spoiled (I personally went into a oyster farm, when I went into a school trip, and I managed to eat a raw oyster, and surprisingly I felt a bit of disappointment, the oyster had a fish like taste but not that much, but in the end was pretty good, I always loved sea food.)

Snow Sugar Cookie from CR ovenbreak and CRK: let’s say that he is made of actual snow, you would get diarrhea if you eat snow, but it depends of the quality of the snow, but since i don’t know exactly what sus spot the witches got that snow, i don’t know for sure if the cookie is good for consumption.

Grapefruit cookie from CR ovenbreak: this is a great fruit to get some weight loss, but be careful, if you eat the fruit together with some meds, it can lead to serious and even life treating situations, according to a study, the grapefruit has an ingredient called Furanocoumarins, this ingredient deactivates an enzyme in the stomach that breaks down drugs, which can cause the amount of the drug in your blood to go up, basically it will cause an overdose.

Stay tuned for new, true facts about cookies.

Hello there C. Latte, hope you had a great day, anyways I have 2 more fics to send to you, those two are Halloween themed, in the mean time, read this one!

Hello, nice to see you again!

My school has Hollyberry bushes around campus, surprised no one has tried to eat them yet lol

Didn't know apples could be poisonous though sufbwifbeg

Mmm Halloween fics after Halloween 👀

[mxvladdy]

heyy i just read your fic Case of the Munchies on ao3 and im Loving it!!!! its amazing!! i was wonder if youre accepting requests and if you haven’t done it could you write the same for the rest: mammon, levi, satan, belphi, dia, barbatos and smth for simeon and luke (ofc platonic) like how angles have a true form and that means they can never relax around mc and how solomon has so much power at his fingertips he can just snap and end them or smth like that? pretty please and thank you!!!!

A/N: Of Course! Of Course! I already did Mammon and Levi HERE so I’ll do the other four in this request! You sent me a lot of good ideas and I’ll sprinkle them out into other requests soon!

Hope you like it!!

Case of the Munchies prt 3!

Word Count: 4.2k

Characters: Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos

TW: Mentions of eating and cook humans, very mild gore

Satan

As the only full-blooded demon of the seven, he has thought about it...just hypothetically of course. When you were new to the Devildom he did find your scent more appetizing than the others. It’s a good thing he has the most restraint and control of all his kin, especially when it comes to his more base urges.

He doesn’t hide this knowledge from you. It’s readily available in the library and his own room in the history books. He just won’t bring it up. So if you don’t say anything, he won’t either. What would he say anyway? “Yes, I’ve thought about it, up until it was outlawed it was a staple of our diet after all…” Ye, probably not the best thing to say.

When you finally brought it up he was exasperated. Did you have to bring it up during the few hours he had alone with himself? He wasn’t going to lie but the thought of hurting your feelings would just about do him in.

He will alleviate your worries if you have any. If Satan was anything, he was genuine.

Mini Fic

His wine curdles in his stomach, turning sour along with the take-out he had nabbed for the two of you to enjoy tonight. Drinks and dinner were becoming a staple in your T.V. night tradition. If one of you had had a rough day you would drop by your favorite shop of the hour and pick up a meal to share while you vent.

Today in particular had been a shit day for him. Failed experiment after failed experiment, and one bottle that didn’t explode on impact with the potion he dropped. Sigh. At least your comforting words soothed his wounded pride a little. You chuckle at his escapades glad to see he is not hurt at least. It was nice to have someone to see the humor in something that normally would have dampened his mood.

“You’re a pest.” He laughs at you while snapping his takeout chopsticks in half to use. “I need sympathy-hours of work wasted.” You snort into your own bowl of udon.

“You need words of praise like Beel needs another stomach.” Satan gasps in mock insult pointing a sauce stained chopstick at you.

“How dare you insult your host! After I toiled over this meal of-” What did he get exactly? Honestly, when he placed the order he was near boiling with rage at his careless fumble. It was to be a surprise for you, something to give you a bit of magic while supervised by himself. He knew how frustrated you were with your lack of magical ability in class so he wanted to gift you something grand. Now he has to wait months to try again.

Ah, well...nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.

You watch him sulk over his soup dumplings, his mile away from the comfort of your company and his room. “Come on blondie.” You poke him with your foot before burying them under his pajama-clad thighs on the couch. “Eat your ‘hard earned’ meal before I do.” You snatch up his D.D.D forgetting your own food for a moment to set up your favorite streaming service to cast to his small T.V. “Want to watch a bunch of humans fail miserably at baking?”

"I thought you would never ask."

Satan feels you stiffen in his arms two hours into your bake-off marathon. Your takeout boxes are cold and forgotten on his coffee table, a bottle of wine gone between the two of you. He glances down at you curious.

You were transfixed on the screen. The novice baker on screen was struggling to keep his monstrosity of a cake upright. It was the annual Halloween episode and this fool went for a Silence of the Lambs inspired cake. A good concept really, but very poorly executed. The fake body parts and sugar blood weighted the pastry down dangerously. If he were, to be frank, the cake was also tacky as hell. Heh, he'd have to try to make this for Lucifer.

"Does his abuse of the piping gun offend you that much?" He jokes wrapping an arm around you.

Your laugh is breathy and lacks its usual warmth. "It is excessive isn't it?" You look up at him. "Hey, Satan-have you ever eaten people before?"

"Uhh…" Great, how eloquent. This came out of nowhere, did Lucifer set you up to this? No-no you wouldn’t. Would you hate him if you knew? “I have.” He admits through clenched teeth waiting for your reaction.

“Didn’t Diavolo ban it?” He can tell you are doing the mental math in your head.

He chuckles dryly. “Well, you never asked if I did it legally.” You move away from his touch and pause the show. “I mean...I did it legally! ” His mouth runs freely, his brain screaming at him to shut up.

“Satan.” You cross your arms unimpressed.

“It was a new law and I never meant to eat it for the most part. It was at a time where I was still struggling to control myself.” Young and stupid as Lucifer had said defending him every step of the way when he would slip up. Was it sold on the black market now? Yes. Did he know how to get it? Sure, but he would never nor would he tell you about it either.

You nod thinking about his words. “I can empathize.” Oh, thank the Devil. “Have you thought of eating me?”Ahhh. “Oh my God, you have.” You chuck a pillow at him with a laugh.

He catches the pillow and clutches it to his fiery hot face. “Everyone did at first!” If he was going down then he was going to take every one of his brothers down with him. “I wasn’t going to act on it! It was a spur of the moment-why are you laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes wishing you had your phone to take a picture of his blushing face. “I kind of figured you did.”

Satan looks at you incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be a bit more torn up over this?”

You shrug. “After everything we’ve been through? I admit it was a shock to think at first but I mean, you would have done it by now right?”

“Well, thank you?” He flops back on the couch, still clutching the pillow to act as a barrier between you two. He’ll take it as a compliment.

You scoot close, nudging his knee with yours. “You ok?” He nods. “Can I touch you?” He nods again eagerly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”

Satan chuckled, dropping the pillow to hug you back. “It’s ok.” He peaks your forehead. “Now, with that out of the way. Shall we finish this?” He swipes up his phone to hit play. You nod, flinging your legs over him to snuggle closer. “Good, I’m dying to know how he tries to save that thing. I’m putting money on icing.”

“You know.” You break the silence once more, unable to stop yourself. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten...in some ways.”

Belphegor

After your first *ahem* encounter, he doesn’t bring up the whole food thing. He is afraid that if you learned about it, it would be the last strike for you and his relationship. Perhaps it’s paranoia on his part but better safe than sorry.

In all honesty, he didn’t eat it that much anyway. Killing humans was something he did often in his youth as a demon. A stupid attempt at revenge on his part. It filled the holes in his hearts to hurt those he believed killed his sister.

But to eat their flesh? Disgusting. He tried it a few times and it turned his stomach with every mouthful. He just hated them too much to even stomach them. He’s mellowed out with time but still never got a taste for it.

When you asked it was a shock but welcomed in a way. Like he could finally get this weight off his shoulders every time he looked at you.

Mini Fic

“It’s gross.” Belphie yawns, jumping up to sit on the high garden wall. He bends down to help you up placing you gently next to himself. The wind catches you by surprise threatening to topple you back from the wall before he rights you. He tosses his sweater over you with a nod of satisfaction.

You snuggle into the fleece lining burying your nose into the fabric. It smelled of elderberries and honeysuckles. Belphie watches you curl up into his side with a fond smile. “Seriously, you all are nasty.”

“Ouch!” You push his shoulder with a grin. “I feel like I should be offended on behalf of all humans.”

Belphie snorts, looking up into the bright colors of the night sky. “Good. Be offended. You, humans, are slimy.” You squawk indignantly. “It’s true, never in all my years would I willingly ingest it.” He shudders theatrically.

“Rude.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy? Lest I eat you?” He growls playfully, taking a swipe at you. He pulls you close to kiss the pout off your face. He stops only when your face is hot and your smile threatens to pull a muscle. “I’ll keep you safe, always.” He vows resting his chin on your head.

“Do you think other demons would try to eat me?”

“Have you met my twin?” He teases. He takes your jab to his ribs with a smile. “But if one of those lesser demons even tries to breathe in your direction I’ll kill them.”

“Ok, Mister sleeps till dinner.” You joke. His vow warms your heart a little, chasing away the small bit of fear that had rested itself in your chest. You saw how some demons looked at you at R.A.D, the longing and hungry looks got to be a bit much sometimes. A few older demons would discuss it loudly when they knew you were close by. Apparently, it was a long standing tradition of demons eating humans both body and soul when a pact was concluded.

Imagine what those brothers would do to them…

You shake your head hugging Belphie closer. You had nothing but his word that he would keep you safe, yet that was enough for you. Besides, he wasn’t one to follow the rules even at the best of times.

“I’m serious. You're off limits for everyone.”

You nod into his shirt, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Diavolo

It is so far from his mind that when you say something it is like a rug was taken out from under him. He could be diplomatic about it, but you deserve better than a half-truth.

He was a wild child in his youth. Sometimes he would overindulge in his father’s heritage and gorge himself on his newfound powers and privilege. He would dine with the elders and eat with abandon under their proud eyes.

He regrets it now, in your company it brings up a slurry of emotions. Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of his past behavior.

The urge is stronger in him than the brothers, a constant nagging tug in his guts, but he is strong. Stronger both in willpower and sheer physical prowess than them so the pull is more of an annoyance than a burning need. He can temper the hunger in other ways if need be *wink*

He fears what you might think of him if you ever found out the truth, but however you take it he will handle it in stride. He loves you too much not to.

Mini Fic

Dinners, when Diavolo could eat alone, were a rare and special treat. The solace of just being allowed to exist without constantly checking his posture or presentation was a blessing, just him, his thoughts, and a good meal. It was nice to have no paperwork to worry about staining this time or a tedious meeting where he couldn’t savor his meal. No, no this was good. He looks down at his heavily laden plate and smiles. Well, almost… Pulling out his phone he snaps a quick picture and sends it to you with a simple question. Join me?

Private meals were wonderful, but with you, they were perfect.

You arrive faster than he expected, flushed face and clutching a stitch in your side from rushing over. He almost felt bad before he saw the eager look in your eyes. Barbatos helps you with your school bags and coat before placing another plate of food across from the young lord. He winks at the prince before disappearing back through the door.

“Thank you for the invite!” You beam taking your seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I was just wrapping up a study session with the boys.” You look down at your rumpled lounge clothes.

Diavolo waved his hand disregarding your concerns. “I would emulate you if I had the time.” He looks at his own pressed school uniform. He had another meeting this evening, much to his distaste. “You look rather comfortable.” You smile in delight before tucking into your own plate.

You eat in a comfortable silence reading the room well enough to tell that he wished for some company but not needless chitter-chatter. Barbatos arrived moments after you put your fork down and left with the plate leaving behind a delicious smelling hot drink. You couldn’t put your finger on the flavor but it tastes spicy like cinnamon and coats your throat like warm honey.

Whatever was in the drink seemed to work some magic on the prince. His shoulder droop, his back sinking into the chair as his legs stretch out till they are close to brushing against yours. He starts talking over the drink, eyes slowly lighting up with delight. You drink, nodding along with him as he builds up steam. It was nice to see him so unguarded and light. You listen to him talk about simple innocent topics. You knew how he tried to have these conversations with the others to no avail. The brother’s always tried to stay clear of him, and Lucifer simply dismissed these things most days. Barbatos and the angels were a bit better but still listened mostly to placate him.

“Ah!” Diavolo stops mid-sentence as his door opens once more Barbatos holding a small platter in his gloved hand. Dia claps his hands in delight. “I’ve been wanting to have you try this with me for forever. The human palate is so different, but I hope this is tasty.”

“What is it?” You eye the covered plate curiously.

Dia says a word in infernal. It is harsh and guttural in his throat but his delight was evident in his tone. “It is like...a roasted nut? Sorry, it is difficult to explain but it has been a favorite treat of mine since I was a boy. I hope you like it too.” He opens the lid with little ceremony and tilts the bowl to you. Inside were several golfball sized pods piled on top of each other. Even from across the table you could feel the molten heat radiating from the porous black shell. It looked...ugly. Like a hunk of dried lava. You eye it suspiciously as Diavolo picks one up with his bare hands and bits it. The shell cracks under his sharp teeth, a fang catching in a weak spot with a noise that makes you shiver. Underneath the thick casing, you could see a dark red and fleshy core. He hums in delight pulling put the meat of the seed and discard the shell pieces onto an empty plate. He makes quick work of the innards already reaching for another by the time you casually pick up a seed.

The seed itself was dense and warm to the touch. You squeeze it, noting that the porous coating felt like a mass of steel in your hand. “Dia-how do I open it?” No way you could bite it, not without breaking your jaw in the process.

“Allow me.” He takes it from you and effortlessly cracks it. “It is a tradition to break them with teeth, instead of hands or utensils. Something about a show of strength. I just find it fun.” He shrugs, handing you the broken seed.

“Fun!” You marvel at his pearly fangs. “Those are some big chompers.”

“All the better to eat you with my dear.” He chuckles.

You blink in shock, eyes widening. “Would you? Eat me?”

Diavolo’s smile drops. “No.” He lies on reflex, his political nature kicking in. “No-no wait.” He shakes his head. “I...at a time would have without hesitation.” He feels you recoil. “It was common practice back in the day. To the common demon it was a great meal and for the ruling class a show. He looks down at the broken fragments of shell on his plate. Breaking the shell was far too reminiscent of other things. He squashes the unwanted wave of memories coming up. Instead, he looks up at you.

You sit quietly mulling over his words. You haven’t run yet. “Why did you stop?”

He leans back with a loud exhale. Why did he stop? There were many reasons, none he wished to divulge into at the moment, but he had to say something. “I grew up, and began to resent and regret it.” He used to read human stories of demons and his kind. They hurt their characterizations of him and his people. Yet, they had all been scarily accurate. He wanted to prove that they weren’t stagnating beasts, slaves to their desires. Even if it wasn't a popular opinion.

“I see.” You pick up the seed again. “Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, and to apologize… such admissions must have ruined your appetite. If you wish to retire-”

“Is it weird if it didn’t?” You cut him off. You felt-not apathetic to the knowledge but close to it. It confirmed a lot of things for you and put certain things in perspective. You still felt safe with him even with this new bit of knowledge. Without a second thought, you pop the treat into your mouth. You gasp in delight. The flavor and texture were not what you were expecting, but was delicious all the same. “Can you open another for me?” You push your plate over to him.

“Of course!”

The food was as wonderful as his company.

Barbatos

You knew he cooked it. He probably knows a million different ways to prepare a human. He is also very blunt about his dabblings in the market.

He doesn’t eat it, hasn’t ever. He sees no reason to, especially since he doesn’t need to eat anyway there is no temptation. He did find the meals he created beautiful though.

Once he lived for the praises of the courts and his young lord. He was a master at all mediums he cared to work with. Time, decorum, or of the flesh.

He is 100% unashamed of his past with the dark side of the Devildom’s history. In fact, he is damn near proud of it. He is a demon and it was a part of his life, if that frightens you, well there is nothing he can do about it.

He’ll entertain your questions and will try to put any lingering worries at ease. Just don’t expect to be coddled when he does.

Mini Fic

Barbatos had very few personal pleasures in his life. His schedule simply didn’t have the space for such things. So why even bother looking for a pastime. It wasn’t until Diavolo gifted him with an old worn cookbook did he find it.

Cooking was a necessity for his prince, but with that little book, it became something he looked forward to doing. Slowly, he began to seek them out, filling his growing quarters with cookbooks and loose-leaf slips of paper. He enjoys reading them. Each book was a little time capsule into the cook's life and memories. Could a mix of spices really remind someone of the arid heat of their motherland? Or does following a certain way of aging meat really honor the writer's late grandfather’s memory? He tries them all, each recipe a little invasion to a happier time.

He wrote his fair share of cookbooks too in his day. Simple modifications to things the young lord liked to the odd machinations of his own imagination. He got good at experimenting with flavors and textures over the years, mastering certain cooking techniques and flavors just for fun. He didn’t share many of them, a lot of his recipes were just too complicated for most. Luke was allowed to look at his pastry books only. The little cherub was enamored with his techniques and wanted to learn as much as he could in the short amount of time he was in the Devildom. Admirable, but he made sure to keep some of his...less savory books away from the boy. He shudders to think what Simeon would do if he scarred the young angel.

You are the only one who has full access to his collections. Whether you liked to cook was inconsequential to him. He simply enjoyed sharing this interest with you. Some nights you would take it upon yourself to be his “sous-chef”. Which meant you sat in the corner of the kitchen and read out the ingredients and steps for a recipe he knew by heart. Sometimes you would add in extra steps in an attempt to stump it. Cute...but ultimately failed each time. So, most nights when you tagged along to the kitchens you just flip through his collection, reading his immaculate scribblings crammed into the corners of the pages or where he scratched out certain ingredients for more demon-appropriate foods and more sustainable options.

You had gone through many beautiful books before you found it. The cookbook was small and inconspicuous compared to most. Just a simple black cover with a well-worn spine. What made you take notice of it was just how dusty it was. That wasn’t like him to do. Barbatos would never let something get so dirty. You wished you never had opened it. You weren’t stupid by any means, but after reading a few pretty graphic recipes it had unsettled you. So you withdrew from Barbatos trying to forget about the book tucked away deep in the bowels of your school bag.

“You’ve been distant.” You choke, hand flying up to your chest as you swear your heart skipped a beat. Damn demon. Should put a bell on him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are piercing, cutting away at your feeble defenses.

“Nothing…” You fiddle with your bag’s strap. Your eyes drop to the floor taking in the differences between his polished shoes and your scuffed boots.

“Of course not…” You could hear the skepticism in his voice. “I trust that if there was something wrong you would feel safe enough to confide in me.” His words hit like a ton of bricks on your shoulders. He sighs seeing that his words got no reaction. “Please?”

Wordlessly you rummage in your bag and thrust the book into his chest. “Sorry. It shook me up more than I thought it would.”

Ah. He knew this book all too well. For a time it had been his favorite, one to pull out with Diavolo had guests or a deal that needed to be sealed. He accepts the book, noting how much your hands shook. “I understand.” He slips the book into his breast pocket making a mental note to hide it in one of his lesser used rooms. “Would you like to discuss this? In my room perhaps?” You follow with a timid nod.

“Where shall we begin?” Barbatos asks the moment he closes the door to his room.

“You don’t seem perturbed.” You frown. Barbatos shrugs, pulling the book out and opening it. He had a lot of good memories stored here. Some of these were still considered signature dishes, oftentimes a visiting dignitary would lament to him about the good old days when he could show off his craft when flesh was plentiful. He takes pride in that still to this day even. For as much as he loved you, he would not be ashamed of this.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head when he says as much. “It just confused me. Do-do you see me as food?”

“I never saw humans as food, no more than I see demons or angels as it.” He picks at an imaginary bit of lent from his pant leg. “As for seeing you as food no. No matter how sweet your lips are, or how honeyed your words can be.” He smiles, taking impish delight in your squirming. “I merely did my job as a butler for my lord.”

“Oh- sorry for not coming to you sooner.” You felt foolish now. Barbatos waves it off, pleased to have this issue put aside so quickly and cleanly. “Wait-" You gasp as his words finally sink in. “Have you prepared angels before?”

He flashes you a mischievous smile putting a single finger up to his lips. “Perhaps~ do you wish to read that too?”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Kino [2020 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Kino (@DialoverKino) in 2020.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Kanato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin

February 14, 2020 (Valentine’s Day)

> How many boxes did you get this year, Carla?

> Oh well, if you want to give me chocolates, be my guest

> Although whether I’ll eat them or not will depend on my mood at the time

March 14, 2020 (White Day)

> Marshmallows, huh?

> But I wanted konpeito. Kanato’s so inconsiderate

–> Konpeito is a traditional Japanese confectionary. They’re little colorful star-shaped candies made from sugar and often eaten together with green tea.

> I’ve come to escort you. May I have your hand, Princess?

> …Is what you want me to say, don’t you? In that case, there’s a specific kind of attitude you should show me, right?

> Come on, what should you do first? I’ll kiss you, so use that time to think. About a way to please me, that is.

April 1, 2020 (April Fools)

> I love you.

> I lied. Did I fool you?

> Just kidding~ That’s a lie too.

> Which one do you think is the truth? Which would you prefer?

May 6, 2020 

> Ahーah.

> These videos will be deleted tomorrow, huh?

> I managed to get so much hilarious footage of them as well, how boring.

> Oh well, whatever. It was fun while it lasted.

> How about you? Did you enjoy it?

June 29, 2020 (Birthday)

> My birthday’s about to end, huh? You already celebrated me in a lot of ways, but don’t you think you should finish with a bang? If you can’t think of anything, I’ll give you a suggestion. Let’s kiss until the clock strikes midnight. What do you say? This is the one day on which I’m allowed to make selfish requests after all. So end on a high note and give me the ultimate present, please?

July 7, 2020 (Tanabata)

> I forgot to open up my game one day and ruined my log-in bonus streak, you see. Could you maybe make it so that day didn’t exist? #TanabataWishes

July 17, 2020

> Uwah.

> There’s a roof leak.

> I have to inform Yuuri of this.

October 17, 2020

> No way.

> I got an insane pull. 

> Only I could get a SSR card on the first try!

> Amazing, right? Praise me!

October 23, 2020 (DL x Mayla Classic)

> Hey, hey. I’ve got a present for you so…Why don’t we play a game with it as the prize?

> I’ve hid the gift inside the bathroom, so try and look for it within the time limit. If you manage to find it, it counts as your win and I’ll give it to you.

> We’re starting right now. Ready, go!

–> Move to the bathroom

> Come on, you better hurry or you’ll run out of time!

> Aaaand stop! Time’s up!

> Ah-aah~ What a shame. You didn’t find it, huh? But I’m kind, I’ll give you a second chance.

> I actually hid it in the inner courtyard and not the bathroom. In short, no matter how hard you look, you won’t find it here.

> Don’t be mad. More importantly, hurry up and go look for it. You want this present from me, don’t you?

–> Move to the inner courtyard

> And? Did you find it? Better hurry up, time is ticking…

> Time’s up! You didn’t find it this time either. Too bad. However, I had fun watching you run around in panic.

> To tell the truth, it’s not here either. It’s actually hidden somewhere else. No hints this time. Try and find it through your own efforts.

> See you. Break a leg.

…

> Excuse me?

> The thing you are looking for is on the table in the living room. He should have simply given it to you without being such a tease, but Kino is never honest.

> It’s a present Kino finally purchased after spending several days searching various webshops. Please go and get it quickly. Well then, I’ll take my leave.

> Ah! Is this Yuuri’s doing? Which means…

–> Move to the living room

> What? You found it so easily.

> Exactly. That’s your present. Let me tell you, but I only bought it because I just so happened to feel like it. Well, anyway, I’ll give it to you.

> Ah! Of course, I’ll be taking something in return. Plenty of your blood, that is. You don’t mind, do you?

October 31, 2020 (Halloween)

> Game over. Running a Halloween’s event kinda neat but I’ve had about enough so I’ll trick you instead~ I bet you’re happy to have my attention?

November 13, 2020

> Last month we had special Halloween gacha and next month there will be Christmas ones.

> I better save up all of this month’s free points.

November 27, 2020

> I can’t believe this.

> I’m being forced to join in with this weird game.

> This is heavy, for real.

December 18, 2020

> Koーtaーtsu. Put out the kotatsu.* Getting comfortable underneath while playing games is the best feeling, don’t you think? Also, hotpot and mandarin oranges*...These are all new things to me, so you better teach me all the fun stuff.

–> Kotatsu is a thick, heated blanket which is often put underneath a small table in the living room. It isn’t uncommon for Japanese people to sit on the floor with their lower body underneath the blanket while they watch TV or even eat their meals. Both hotpot and mandarin oranges are foods which are often enjoyed during the winter time.

December 19, 2020

> Cafe dates are so boring. At least order a drink I’d enjoy. ...Eh? That one? You’re right, there’s konpeito added on top. Nice, let’s order that one! Well, you pass. But I guess this is basic knowledge since you like me so much. I’ll give you a real challenge next time, so look forward to it~

December 23, 2020

> No. I won’t let you get away.

> You’re pretty shameless, nearly losing your mind from pleasure when all I’ve done is tease you a little. You always try and feign ignorance, but you’re actually weak to this sorta stuff, aren’t you?

> Also, you like this as well, don’t you? When I whisper in your ear, dragging my fangs across...See? You’re already reacting. You’re flushed bright red all the way to your ears.

> If just words have such an effect on you, I wonder what’ll happen once I actually suck your blood? Sounds fun so I’ll put it to the test.

> Are you ready to become my toy? Entertain me with everything you’ve got.

December 24, 2020 (Christmas)

> The Christmas food and the presents were pretty fun, but you didn’t think this was the end, right? I saved the best for last. I’m going to indulge in your sugary sweet self so brace yourself. 

[flawedamythyst]

30, 43 for winterhawk pls

This is going to be the last of these that I do. I’m having fun with them, but they’re time-consuming and the WHOB deadline is getting close so I need to work on that.

30. Holiday Fic and 43. Dance of Romance

So, there’s a romantic Christmas Eve dance in my fic Apple Of Your Eye so I’m going to branch out to a different holiday. I think that most romantic of holidays: Halloween.

So, the Avengers are having a massive Halloween party, partially to raise funds for the Maria Stark Foundation, and partially becomes Tony loves a big party and hasn’t had an excuse recently. Bucky isn’t that keen on the idea, but it’s the kind of PR he’s been told he should be doing more of, and there’ll be kids there, so he throws on a Dracula costume and goes down.

Clint turns up dressed as Slutty Hawkeye. He looks more like a stripper than most strippers.

Bucky, who hasn’t yet caught on to the modern tendency towards slutty rather than scary for costumes, doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s just a lot of abs on display, and a fair amount of asscheek showing below the very, very short shorts, and he thought he was dealing with his crush but apparently not.

Clint sees Bucky hovering in the corner and decides he needs help getting into the party spirit. It helps that he looks very hot as Dracula, with the tight-fitting waistcoat, and the cape, and he’s got his hair slicked back in that way that really shouldn’t work, and yet does. Also, there’s eyeliner.

So, Clint takes Bucky around the party, and they do apple-bobbing, and go through the mini haunted-house thing Tony set up, and generally have a good time. And then The Time Warp comes on.

Yes, The Time Warp is a romantic song, no I will not be taking criticism.

“I love this song!” shouts Clint, who is a wee bit tipsy and a lot more sugar-high. It’s possible he’s eaten 90% of the candy at the party. He drags Bucky onto the dancefloor and shows him the moves and just gets really into it, and Bucky, well.

It’s the pelvic thrust that really drives him insane.

Once it’s over, Bucky needs a moment, and so escapes to the balcony for some air. Clint gets them some water and then follows him.

“I guess that’s not really your kind of dancing,” he says, and he sounds all sad and forlorn about it, and Bucky can’t be doing with that.

“Not really. Let me show you my kind of dancing,” he says, and pulls Clint into a swing dance kinda thing, to the faint strains of the Monster Mash.

They’re having fun, and then they’re holding each other closer and doing besotted-type gazing, and then, by the time Thriller comes on, they’re doing more of a couple-sway than the music really calls for.

“Is this where you tell me you vant to suck my blood?” asks Clint in a bad Transylvanian accent, because it feels like they’re having A Moment and that gives him the heebie-jeebies so he has to wreck it.

Bucky just laughs and leans in to whisper in his ear, “I can think of some other parts of you I’d like to suck more.”

They escape to Clint’s bedroom for some fun, vaguely vampire-roleplay sex, mostly just having a laugh along the way. The next morning when they wake up, Clint goes all awkward and Bucky proves it wasn’t just a weird Halloween one night stand with some really emotional, staring-into-each-other’s-eyes sex.

And then they live happily ever after.

[starbuckie]

For your spooky requests, how about Bucky dating witch!reader, you could have them do whatever. Or Bucky and reader dressing their kids up for Halloween? I think that’d be adorable! Much love 😘🥰💕

ooh yes yes yes oh my goodness i love this! i decided to make the best of both worlds and have a (kind)witch!reader and bucky dressing their kids up for halloween. okay so for this she isn’t so much of a witch, but she has the same powers as wanda and a similar backstory. also after rereading this i realize that this could be a part two that takes place five years from “keeping me warm”, so if you want you can read it like that. i went a little itty bit far with this but i felt the mood for fluffiness so i hope you enjoy<3

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“Mama, mama, can you help me zip up the back of my dress?” You turned, a three month-old baby on your hip, holding a pair of scissors between your teeth as you looked at your oldest daughter who was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. The back of her space-princess dress was half-zipped up, both arms reaching behind her head though she couldn’t reach the zipper. 

“Yeah, baby, let mama do it.” With one hand you expertly zipped up the back and smoothed down her hair which was in it’s usual Rebecca Barnes mess. Curly locks of chestnut hair fell short above the five year-old’s shoulders, topped with a headband with small planets decorating it. “You’ll be the prettiest space-princess all of New York has ever seen.”

“Not all of New York, mama, the whole wide galaxy!” Nico chimed in. He’d always admired his older sister, despite only being a year younger, and had decided to match with his sister and became one of Rebecca’s royal Martian subjects for the special night.

Halloween was never a stressful holiday before this one, with all of your kids being too young to go out trick-or-treating. You were scared of letting them go out, even if they were with their dad, and you wanted nothing more than to coddle them all in blankets know they were safely tucked in the house with you. However, it was Rebecca’s first year of school, and with relentless begging and pleading you had backed down and allowed them to go. 

The school day seemed to have gone by so quickly, with two of your kids at their respective schools, and baby Emma staying home with you. You picked Nico up from preschool, Rebecca up from kindergarten, and by the time they had gotten home, eaten their dinner, played for a bit, and gotten into their costumes it was already six o’clock. Bucky had been at the compound all day; after you gave birth to Rebecca he decided to step down from missions and just trained the recruits, and you were on maternity leave for another good two months before you got back out in the field. Every inch of you was dying to go back on missions, no respect to stay-at-home moms, but you had too much energy and were tired of sitting on your ass all day. 

“The great father of this household politely asks her Royal Highness and her subject to please help put the groceries away.” As soon as they heard their father’s voice the two older Barnes children sprinted as fast as they could to embrace him. Bucky stumbled backwards with their arms around his torso, but chuckled at his kid’s silliness and love. “Hey, guys, I missed you a ton.” He kneeled down to their height, cerulean eyes you loved so much filed with nothing but pure happiness. “Can you help me put away the groceries? I got you some broccoli because you need to eat more veggies, Nico, I know you haven’t been eating them.”

The young boy frowned, clearly upset that his dad caught him trying to sneakily avoid his greens, but nonetheless took the small bag of groceries to the kitchen counter. “Hey, baby, how was work?”

Bucky locked the door and sauntered over to you with a smile on his lips. “Boring, I miss having you there.” He pecked a quick kiss on your lips, moving on to the baby girl with the same eyes as him. “Hi, Em, did you miss your dada?” There was a hopeful tilt at the end of his question, waiting for the baby to say something in return

He got nothing but a wide-eyed stare.

With a huff he wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his head into your neck, sweet vanilla and cinnamon invading his senses. “Give it a while, Buck, she’s only three months old.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nico and Rebecca’s chatter about candy faded in the background as soon as the lock on the knob of the door started rattling again. “Doll, I should probably tell you that I-”

“Guess who’s favorite uncle is here?” Sam yelled through the house, adorning a Mad Hatter costume and large bags that seemed like they were full of-

“Candy!” Both Rebecca and Nico swarmed their “cool” uncle and started to peek in the bags.

“Wilson! I told you you could come over, not feed my kids junk.” Bucky grumbled. He walked to his friend, snatching the bags of candy out of his hands and putting them away, effectively ignoring the cries of his children. “You munchkins are about to go out trick-or-treating, you don’t need any more sugar.”

Sam walked over to you with a kiss on the cheek for cooing at the baby in your arms. “Aw, come on, Barnes, I’m just trying to have some fun. A man’s gotta do something to ensure their place as the favorite.”

An eye roll from Bucky and a wink from Sam, the two men slumped onto the couch where you sat. “Mama, are you gonna come with us? Can you do the magic for us, please?”

The kids were never supposed to know about your past, a past full of darkness and pain until Bucky walked in. It was only a year ago when they had seen footage of you with their Aunt Wanda controlling objects with wisps of glowing red energy. You had cried into Bucky’s arms the whole night after that as he comforted you, knowing how terrifying it was to have your kids know that other side of you. Your kids, the innocent ones they were, thought you were still the most amazing and badass mom who could bake the best cookies and was like a witch. Yeah, they had lots of bragging rights at school.

Bucky pulled Nico into his arms and nuzzled the boys face, letting the little boy squeal at the feeling of stubble on his soft skin. “Not tonight, Nico, your mama needs her rest. I’m gonna take you kiddos tonight.”

The soft “aww” of the kids was silenced by Sam’s proposition. “I can take the kids if you want, Bucky, that’s actually why I came over. You’ve had a long week and I’ve been on bed rest from the leg. You stay home with your wife and start working on my next nephew,” you punched him in the arm, eliciting a wince from the large man, “or niece.”

“I just gave birth three months ago, Sammy, I’m not doing that anytime soon.” A quick look at you husband for confirmation and you turned back to Sam. “Are you really okay with taking Nico and Rebecca?”

“Of course! We’re gonna go tear up the state.” A peck on the cheek from the Falcon, and he took your kids in his arms and slammed the door open. “We’ll be back in two hours! See you later!”

Another thud let you know that Sam had left, little Emma jerking in response to the loud sound. Bucky took this as an opportunity to sprawl out, head coming to rest in your lap as he took a deep sigh. “Just the three of us for Halloween this year, huh, doll?”

“Yeah, Buck, just the three of us.” 

It wasn’t anything fun. It was you, Bucky, and Emma passed out on the couch at only six in the evening, exhausted from the days activities. But in the moment, you couldn’t find anything more special to than to share October 31st with two of your loves wrapped around you.

[sweetwritertanya]

Dressed Up For Halloween (Yoongi)

Summary: You go out with your friends for Halloween dressed up as Cat Woman. When you come back home, Yoongi’s reaction to your leather suit takes you pleasantly by surprise.

Warnings: SMUT! Be prepared for: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (be smarter than this, guys!), doggy-style position, multiple orgasms (female receiving), overstimulating (female receiving) (just a bit), kitten/master play, kind of a leather kink.

Word Count: 3662

You weren’t much for Halloween, you really weren’t. You weren’t much for parties either or dressing up, and yet here you were, currently struggling to fit your oversized body into a very difficult fabric to put on – leather. You were honestly second guessing your decision to go with your friends to this party, even if they begged you to go and complete their quintuplet of ‘female badass characters’ as they put it. As if turns out, you were assigned to go as Cat Woman.

It took a while, much too longer than you wanted to admit, but eventually you did manage to get the suit on your body and could now focus on your hair and make-up, as well as the accessories. Knee-high boots on and not forgetting to put on the cat ears, you take one last look in the mirror.

“Hum, not bad” you say to yourself with a proud smile.

You did look hot in the costume, more than you thought you would. In your head the outfit would only enhance your bumps, cling in to the crevices of your rolls, but instead it smoothed them all out and created this nice line of your silhouette you were not expecting. Pleasantly surprised, you take that bit of confidence out with you to your friend’s house, where all the girls were to meet before going together to the party.

Not only was your boyfriend busy anyway to go out with you and your friends, Yoongi wasn’t much of a party person either. Knowing that, you didn’t even ask him to go, you just told him not to wait up for you since you didn’t know at what time you would be back. You were half-expecting him to end up staying all night in the studio, working until morning. Instead, when you return home at barely one o’clock in the morning, you notice his sneakers by the doorway as you enter the house and the light from the bedroom illuminated the hallway.

“Yoongi?” you call out as you take your coat off and hang your purse alongside it.

Forgetting to take your heels off, they clatter on the hardwood floor as you make your way to the bright room of the house.

“I’m here” he answers back, and you can tell he is yelling from the bedroom’s private bathroom. “Home so early?”

“Yeah, I got tired” you confess, sighing with relief as you throw yourself to the middle of the bed and close your eyes for a minute. “Couldn’t keep up with them. I’m sure they went out for another club or something, but I just wanted to come home.”

“It’s understandable, pumpkin. I don’t know why you keep going out with… them…”

You slowly open your eyes as Yoongi’s voice grows closer and suddenly fades away as he seemingly loses his train of thought. Standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, was Yoongi, wearing an old red stripped long sleeved tee and some loose black pajama trousers, one towel around his neck that he was probably using to dry his wet hair. His light brown sugar skin was a lot more pinkish from the hot shower, his small lips plump red, short hair dripping droplets of water to his hands and the fluffy towel. He stood with lips slightly open, sharp eyes wider than usual.

“Are you done, baby?” you ask, sitting up on the bed with effort. “I should go and take a shower too, get out of this outfit and into my pajamas.”

You force yourself to jump up to your feet and walk towards the bathroom, intending on kissing Yoongi on the cheek as you walk by. But as you lean in, he rotates his body your way, one arm coming to stop you in your tracks as it curves around your waist and your lips land instead on his. He presses his warm lips softly on yours in a sweet smooch.

“Changing so quick? I’ve barely even appreciated the costume you’re wearing” he complains, keeping his hand at your hips so you can’t move away.

“Hum? Oh, yeah, I went as Cat Woman. What do you think?”

You give him a twirl so he sees the full effect of the outfit, kitty tail and all. He smiles and bites his bottom lip as he looks up and down, a coy stare once his eyes reach yours again.

“I quite like it. You look sexy in it. Is this real leather?”

His hands busy themselves at your sides, rubbing the material up and down, creating unintentionally – or maybe not – a fiery trail underneath your skin.

“No, it’s faux leather. The whole costume was only about fifty bucks, if I recall.” You can’t help but notice how his fingers are resistant to drop from the material in question, eyes glued to where his hands were. It makes you wonder. “Why? Are you a fan of leather by any chance?”

“I didn’t think I was. Maybe it’s just the way it looks on you.”

He says the last sentence peering at your eyes, the ebony irises in his getting slightly swallowed by the dark pupil. Your heart flips at that suggestion and you smile bashfully at the ground for a moment, puling your hair behind your ear.

“I can keep it on for a while longer, if you’d like” you propose, clasping your hand behind your back innocently.

“I would like that very much so” he agrees, leaning in as his hands circle around your sides to pull your back towards him, bodies flushed together as he joins his lips on yours again.

As his mouth distracts you with heart-warming caresses and butterfly-inducing nibbling, he slowly guides you backwards to the bed and it takes your back coming in contact with the mattress to even notice it. Hoovering above you, Yoongi kisses at your lips and jaw and neck a few more times before settling besides you on his side, one arm folded under his head and the other hand magnetized to the curve of your covered hip, brushing up and down the leather material with contentment.

“Tell me about your night out. Had fun before you grew tired?” he asks, curious eyes set on yours as you roll to your side too to face him.

“Yeah, it was fun. I haven’t seen my friends in a while, so it’s always a blast when we get all together like this. They just have a lot more energy than me for partying and stuff.”

The greedy hand moves up from your waist to your protruding stomach, drawing lines across the fabric until his hand rests just beneath the swell of your breasts. You wonder if he can feel your racing heart even with the clothing and your skin in between.

“Looking like this, I bet a lot of guys had their eyes on you” he whispers darkly, a tone sounding like something in between anger and regret. “I should have gone with you.”

“Babe, I didn’t even ask because I know you don’t like this stuff. I don’t really either, but I went because they’re my friends. And if anyone was looking, I certainly didn’t notice. I only have eyes for you, Yoongi.” You place a reassuring hand cradling his cute round face, thumb brushing his puffy cheek. Gosh, this man was just as adorable as he was sexy.

“I know, kitten. Still, don’t be afraid of asking me to do something just because you know I won’t like it. I do stuff all the time for the members that I don’t particularly care about, but I do it for them. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don’t do the same for my girlfriend?” he explains.

The teasing hand had brushed just barely over your left breast and moved down your back until it landed on your clothed butt cheek, apparently focusing on cupping the lower flesh, those wonderful fingers just inches away from your sensitive center. You gulped and tried to fight back the surge of heat creeping in your cheeks.

“Okay, babe. But what was that you called me? ‘Kitten’? That’s new” you notice, smirking.

“Sounds fitted right now” he declared, eyes looking up at your cat ears and the hand at your rump grabs the leather tail and pulls on it, making you gasp at the sudden tug. “Why? Do you not like it?”

Yoongi moves from his laying position to come and hoover above your body with his upper weight supported by his arms. Lips pulled into a conceited smirk, hair still damp framing around his face, eyes looking lovingly into yours.

“I actually don’t really mind it at all” you confess, rolling to your back and pulling him in by his neck for a much-awaited kiss.

The insides of your lower belly tightened and waves of arousal coursed down your spine as his lips engaged fervently with yours in a sensual encounter. He was reverent and passionate, moving his head further to the right in order to kiss you deeper, teeth scrapping your lips in the process. You moan into his mouth and your fingers pull the fabric of his t-shirt up until you can feel his smooth skin of his back against the palm of your hands. You are still wearing your leather gloves, with only the fingertips bare, and Yoongi shudders at your touch. He moves up just enough for him to remove his shirt the rest of the way out, leaving him in his naked torso in a captivating view. Coming down to reattach his lips with the skin of your jaw and neck, your nails claw down his spine and leave red stripes behind, making him grunt against your ear.

“My kitten has some sharp claws” he murmurs. “Careful now, you don’t want to hurt your Master, do you?”

Oh, that brings a swooping feeling in your stomach and you can almost feel the pooling happening between your legs. Your dark eyes with barely any colour left that hadn’t been eaten away by the enlarged pupil search for his, veiled with absolute lust.

“Never, Master. I’ll be good” you promise. You witness Yoongi’s lips smirk further and a renews tinkle in his sharp eyes.

“Is that so?” he nibbles at the exposed skin on your neck and you meowl. “You’ll be my good, obedient kitten?”

“Yes” you breath out, shakily.

He stops all of his doings and pinches your sides just enough to get your attention.

“Yes, what?” he demands, in an overbearing tone.

“Y-Yes, Master” you rectify, much to his pleasure.

“Better. Now, shall we remove this entrapping clothing from my sweet kitten?”

You couldn’t have been more eager to do so. Your skin was sweating with anticipation, body overheating due to his kisses, womb drenched and dripping. As much as Yoongi seemed to appreciate the leather costume, you wanted nothing more than to get rid of it since it stood between you and his skin.

It took a while and thankfully Yoongi helped you without you even having to ask for it, dragging the big zipper down and slowly revealing your bare skin underneath, kissing it as it showed up. You were only half-undressed, trying to pull the fabric out of your thick legs, when he undid the hooks of your bra. You gasped, followed by a moan, when you felt his hands come from behind and squeeze at your tits, palming your erect nipples at first before purposely pulling and tweaking at them between his fingers. Your back arches and breath hitch on your throat.

“M-Master…!” you whine, clutching your legs together in search of some relief.

“Be a good kitten and take off the rest of the clothes. But leave the ears” he orders, hot breath against your ear that he proceeds to lick before stepping back and letting you do as he asks.

Boots gone and tight fabric forced off your skin, you stand now in front of him in nothing but black silky panties and your cat ears. Like he had done before, Yoongi takes his time to look you up and down as he licks his lips hungrily. The dark pajamas pants were tenting at his crotch and your fingers itched to reach for him. But he had other plans.

“Take your underwear off” he commands.

Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs on the sides of the panties and push them down your legs, noticing the large stain they already had at the center. You look back at Yoongi with a mixture f nervousness and pure excitement.

“On all fours in the middle of the bed. And I want your pussy soundly presented to me.”

You gulp in dry, goosebumps originating at the back of your neck and up your arms. Obeying, you face the headboard and stand in all fours, curving your back enough so that your ass is up in the air and you feel the coldness against your singing core. Your heart hammers against your ribcage strongly as you await his next move.

Two rough hands suddenly come in contact with your ass cheeks, making you gasp, and the thumbs spread you open for his pleasuring view.

“My kitten has such a pretty wet pussy” he praises, to which you can’t really respond other than hiding your face in the pillows and moaning.

“That’s it. Don’t fight back those beautiful sounds you make, do you hear me, kitten?” he encourages you.

Before you can even nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, you feel Yoongi’s lips and tongue sucking and slurping at your fleshy rear, leaving out trails of saliva on your warm skin that rapidly grow cold at the room’s air. His hands are grabbing you by the spot where your botty meets your upper thighs, kneading at the malleable skin while his mouth remains attached to your meaty bum.

Of course, that only turns your already drenched cunt basically dripping between your thighs, his actions building a bonfire inside your womb so wild that you worry it will burn your mind permanently. And then his expert tongue slips in between your puffy lower lips abruptly. You are sure the sounds that left your mouth were never made before and if your mind wasn’t gone before, it would be completely shattered now.

He is avid and determined, tongue trashing up and down your slit, circling your throbbing entrance, finding your clit and sucking on it between his lips. Your face is buried against the mattress and you feel like you can’t breathe, something building up and up and up deep inside you. In a merciful move, that warm slick tongue slides easily in your aching tunnel and swirls at your lavish inner walls in the most delectable way.

Your juices runs down his chin as he slurps your essence, his tongue never resting as it fucks you and when he takes his thumb to wiggle at your hard nub at the same time his tongue continues the maddening work, your break down crying into the sheets, hips writhing against his face, legs twitching before almost giving out, only continuing on your knees due to his hands holding your waist.

“Good kitten, let me hear you” he says as he takes one hand to clean his face, watching you go through your orgasm. “Ready for the real thing?”

You gasp and almost choke as your feel his rock-hard cock suddenly rubbing against your still very much tender center, his hands on your waist bringing your pelvis back a bit as he kneels behind you to find his position.

“M-Master, it’s too soon! I-I’m too sensitive, Master!” you squeal, clawing at the sheets beneath you and looking back at your boyfriend in a plea.

“I know, kitten. I’ll use it as an advantage. Are you thinking of starting to disobey me now?”

“N-No, of course not, Master” you abide, pressing your lips together and closing your eyes as he continues rubbing himself between your legs.

“Good. Now be a good kitten and let me use this pussy of yours.”

With that he shoves himself in, out of nowhere entering your carnal tunnel and stretching your sensitive inner walls just right. Again, you meowl loudly as you take him all in, feeling him hot and stiff inside, your walls pulsating around him at the frenzied beating of your heart.

The strokes start out lazy, in and out slowly, Yoongi’s slim hips receding back until only the head was still inside only to plunge back in deep. Your head feels like it’s about to explode and yet it’s like you are not close enough to actually do so, not when he kept the pace like so. It was a different kind of torture you were not used to, being already on the bridge of another release so soon after the last and staying there without the necessary stimulation to reach it.

“Master, please!...” you beg, your hips starting to wiggle on their own, hoping to quicken the rhythm.

“Please what, kitten?” he asks, his torso bending down so he can start kissing up your spine, to your shoulder blades and the back of your neck.

“Fa… Ahh!” you were about to respond when his hands found your hanging tits and tease the erect nubs with rough pinches and pulls. You whimper before fighting to gather your thoughts. “F-Faster, Master. Please!”

“Anything for such a well behaves kitten” he whispers in your ear hotly.

His hands come to rest at your shoulders, hankering himself as he continued bend down with his torso against your back, but his hips moving faster now. He is also breathing raggedly against the skin of the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his hair tingling your skin, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bedroom completely. His staff drags against the walls of your womb at a magnificent speed and they graze at that spongy spot that makes you see stars behind your eyes, making you wetter than before.

“Fuck!” Yoongi curses when he slips out accidently, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips at the loss of him. But he just takes himself in hand and slams back in, continuing the pace as if nothing had ever happened.

Your face starts twisting and insides start throbbing as his cock continues his assault on your cunt, his thrusts now so short but powerful that not only is your inner g-spot being stimulated, his ball sack also starts hitting at your engorged little pearl repeatedly and a few more plunges after that is all it takes.

That delicious feeling at the bottom of your stomach erupts, the sparks of your second orgasm eradiating from your core, the languid relief of release making you lose your voice as you try to scream. All the muscles of your body start twitching at the spread of bliss, your womb fluttering around Yoongi’s cock like a vice.

Unable to control himself any longer, Yoongi’s thrusts grow sloppier and frenzied until his own abdomen contracted and his cock twitched, filling you with his hot white seed in stuttered strokes. He grunts almost painfully and he came, holding on to you for dear life and your were sure there would be imprints of his fingers around your shoulders the next day. You couldn’t really care less.

Both spent and sweaty, you fall into the bed, Yoongi on his side and you on your belly. Your cat ears were still on but barely hanging on your head. After catching his breath, he notices how they were pulling the hairs at the top of your head and, with immense care, slowly takes them out without pulling at one single strand.

“Good thing I dressed up for Halloween, don’t you think?” you ask drowsily with a lazy smile, your face barely visible from in between the pillows.

“Maybe you should dress up in leather more often. Not just for Halloween” he suggests, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay. I’m great” you assure, eyes falling closed.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, pumpkin. We still need to shower” he warns, and you feel him getting up from bed.

“We?” you repeat, eyes still shut.

“Yeah, I think I’m in need of another rinse” he states just before you hear the water starting to run in the bathroom. “C’mon baby, let me help you up.”

Yoongi helps you up the bed as well as cleaning your skin, washing your hair and even putting on your clothes. He snuggles with you until you fall asleep, already thinking of what other leather products you could buy that he would appreciate in the future.