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ravenromanova · 1 year ago

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My girl

Pairings: Wanda x Female avenger

Warnings: SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+! Mommy kink, Innocence kink, Strap on, Fingering, Oral, Praise kink, Mommy/ little girl dynamic, BOTTOM WANDA!!!!!!! (Not really a warning but still) DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!

Summary: When you tell Wanda you have a date she thinks all hope is lost… Until you show her differently. (I have a thing for blanket forts and idk why)

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Your heart was beating out of your chest as you recover from the blast. And even though you’re disoriented you get back up in fighting position. The women smiles and tilts her head before sending another blast your way that your dodge. She frowns when the blast hits the wall and you move to sweep her legs from under her. You successfully get her legs from under her and pin her arms to the mat.

“I win” You say smugly earning an eye roll from the redhead.

“Cause you cheated” Wanda retorts sticking her tongue out at you admitting defeat. You chuckled as you stood up and held your hand out for her to take. She begrudgingly takes your hand and helps herself up with a huff.

“Let’s go again” Wanda was eager to pin you at least once during this training session.

“I would but i have a date i need to get ready for im sorry, But we can do more tomorrow i promise” You say with a slight pout and gather your stuff. Wandas entire mood drops when you mention your date and just just nods in response not wanting to speak.

You grab your stuff, give her a kiss on the cheek and then head up to your room. When you get back to your room you are quick to get into the shower and wash off the dirt and grime from training. After your shower that’s when you go ahead with your plan.

Wanda had been in her room watching full house re-runs after she had left the training room. She had finally stopped crying a few minutes ago and was just sulking. The thought of you going on a date with someone else killed her inside. Wanda had been in love with you since she joined the team and she thought you had felt the same…clearly she was wrong.

You on the other hand you were getting you room ready with candles, blankets, snacks, popcorn, drinks to set up the blanket fort. Once the room was set to your liking you headed out to search for your date. You had checked all her normal spots but couldn’t find her. That was until you decided to check her room and lightly knocked when you had approached the door.

“Come in” The voice on the other door was soft as they spoke. When you opened the door you didn’t expect to be greeted by a tear stained Wanda.

“What’s wrong?” The concern dripping from your voice as you approached the younger witch. She tried to wipe her tears and shake her head saying ‘nothing’

“Dont lie to me witchy what’s wrong?” You asked again this time sitting on the edge of her bed next to her.

Wanda had debated on if she wanted to say anything but instead she just shook her head again. That’s when it clicked… Your date was what’s wrong. You laughed a little at the obvious misunderstanding making her look at you confused.

“Come with me” Is all you said holding you hand out for her to take. She looked at you still confused but you just kept your hand out for her. Wanda took your hand and held it as you lead the two of you to your door. When you had gotten to your door you covered her eyes before walking in.

“Open” You said taking your hands off her eyes. Wandas eyes lit up when she saw all the halloween blankets, pillows and snacks you set up. She turned around to face you with a smile on her face.

“Is this all for me?” She asked with a slight shake to her voice.

“It is” You nod grabbing her hand and bringing her into the room where the scent of roses filled her nose. Wanda squeezed your hand in excitement looking around the decorated room.

“But what about your date?” Wanda asked suddenly remembering the date you told her about. You laughed a little again earning a pout from the redhead.

“Darling… The date is you” And suddenly everything clicked and she smiled brightly. “I was too nervous to ask you out so i thought this would be a cute way of surprising you” Your words made Wanda tear up.

“It’s perfect” She said happily jumping into your arms making you stumble back a little.

“I queued up all your favorite movies on the tv. Go pick one you wanna watch” Wanda nodded and did as she was told and crawled further into the fort to pick out a movie. Once she had picked hocus pocus she patted the spot next to her for you to sit. You happily sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her holding her close.

The two of you happily watched the movie laughing together and the three witches and their antics. Half way through the movie you could tell something was up with Wanda. She was squirming slightly every couple of seconds and rubbing her thighs together. It took you a minute to realize that she was trying to relieve herself.

“Wanda?” You cooed moving your hand down to rub her back under her shirt. She shivered at your touch and rubbed her thighs together again.

“Yes?” Her voice was shaky as she spoke. You lifted her up and sat her on your lap so she was facing you and her thighs were spread apart.

“Are you okay sweet girl?” The concern was definitely there in your voice but it was being taken over by lust as you looked at her.

“I-I’m okay… I just have a funny feeling” She spoke feeling herself slip into a small headspace.

You tilted your head and rubbed her soft thighs making her shiver. “Where’s the funny feeling bunny?” You asked and her eyes widened.

“I-Uh” Her voice shook and her eyes went down to in between her thighs. Your fingers moved from her thighs to brushing over her core when her eyes trailed down. She shuddered feeling the soft touches of your fingers against her sensitive places.

“Do you want mommy to take care of it?” She nods frantically at your question making you laugh.

“I need words bunny” You said rubbing her cheek earning a small smile from her.

“Please touch me mommy” Wanda begs grabbing your hand and moving it towards her throbbing core.

“Well since you asked so nicely” You smiled picking her up and laying her against the soft pillows and blankets. She giggled as you kissed her thighs and ran your hands up nod down her body. You were quick to remove her shirt and shorts leaving the younger woman in her led lace lingerie.

“So pretty bunny” You praised making the woman turn beat red in response. Your hands roamed all over her body making her shiver and squirm under your touch.

“Oh please please touch me mommy” She begged bucking her hips against your hand. You happily obliged and took off her matching set in swift motions. You groaned at the sight of her wet pussy glistening in the light.

“Oh fuck bunny youre so wet” Two fingers made their way to Wandas clit making her moan in delight. You wasted no time in connecting your mouth with her clit and started sucking. She tasted like candy and from that second you were addicted.

“Oh-Oh fuck mommy yes right there” She moaned her hands finding home in your hair and bucking her hips against your face. That’s when you took two fingers and thrusted them into her at a slow pace while sucking on her.

Wandas senses her on overdrive as you fucked her bringing her to her first orgasm. “I-I’m gonna cum mommy fuck-“ Her moan came out broken and hoarse as she spoke. You tapped her thigh with two fingers of your free hand telling her to let go. Thats when the she lets loose and finishes on your tongue.

“Oh fuck” She moans trying to catch her breath still holding onto your hair for dear life. You groan happily as you clean up her mess and then lick your fingers clean with a sinful moan.

“So fucking sweet” You praise before bringing her into for a sloppy kiss. Wanda moans at the taste of herself on your lips and shamelessly sucks on your tongue.

“Please fuck me” She begs clawing at your back. You chuckle at her eagerness and grab the strap on from the bedside table. Her eyes go wide at the red cock on your hand and she doesn’t take her eyes off you as you secure the harness to your waist.

“Your wish is my command bunny” You said in a low sultry voice as you grab the strap and run it along her wet folds to get it wet. Once the strap is wet enough to your liking you settle yourself between her things and tease her.

“No teasing mommy” She whines bucking her hips against the tip trying to put it in. That’s when you grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

“I will do as i please with you bunny” You husked in her ear giving her a kiss below her ear. Wanda whined but nodded her head in understanding. After you successfully get the witch worked up you slowly push into her.

“Oh fuck mommy” Wanda let’s out a pornographic moan when she feels you bottom out. You give her a few moments to adjust to the size before you start thrusting into her.

The moment you bottom out Wanda looses her mind feeling you kiss her g-spot. You thrust into her hard but not hard enough to hurt her.

“Take me so well bunny” You praise staring at where her pussy swallows the strap. The room is filled with the sound of you fucking her and her sinful noises.

“Right there mommy right there!” She screams leaving scratch marks on your back. Wanda was so lost in the pleasure she didn’t even realize she squirted on the strap.

“Oh bunny” The words are sweet as the pass your lips. “So fucking good for me baby” Wanda smiled at your praise and kept grinding herself on the strap.

“I want more mommy please” She asked and you nodded in response. You lost all control as she looked at you with doe eyes. You started thrusting into her harder than before making the witch squeal.

“YES YES YES!!” She chanted as her tits bounced and her mind went blank. Wanda’s back arched and her hands come flying around your neck as she came for a third time.

“So fucking pretty” You groan in satisfaction fucking her through her orgasm.

“Thank you mommy” She whispered breathlessly as you pulled out making her whine.

“You’re so welcome bunny” You kiss her head before throwing the strap on the floor and laying next to her.

Wanda takes this opportunity to crawl into your lap and rest her head on your chest. Your hands wrap around her and you kiss her head.

“ ‘M tired mommy” The witch yawns in your lap making your heart swell.

“Get some sleep little one” After you kiss her head she drifts off to sleep wrapped around you like a koala.

You couldn’t help the smile that found its way against your lips watching the woman you love feel safe in your arms.

~The end~

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ao3komorii · 1 year ago

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On the Hunt (Astarion/Reader)

Happy Halloween! I want to write something for Raphael eventually, but here's a shorter Astarion thing for now. Hope you enjoy the story :)

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You had gotten very good at detecting when the light left his eyes.

It happened a lot less after Cazador had been felled, but often when Astarion had little else to focus on, his red eyes travelled back in time, back to his own world of pain and loss and hopelessness.

It didn’t help that with all that he had gained, he had lost the sun, left to see the light only from afar, his memories of its warmth nowhere near enough.

You had happily joined him in the night as you set out to cure him of his condition, but like anyone, Astarion still had bad days.

You had figured it was going to be a less good day when you had woken up in the middle of the day, your body sensing the absence of his next to yours. Drowsily opening your eyes, you easily spotted your silver-haired partner sitting at the edge of the bed, staring silently at a rectangle of light shining through a small slit between the curtains you had closed when you had first entered the room at the inn, as you always did.

You closed your eyes again, allowing Astarion his moment, knowing that you fussing over him every time would only make things worse. Instead, as you allowed yourself to fall back to sleep, you decided to do something to make tonight as exciting as you could to help give the vampire an escape from his losses.

When you woke next, Astarion was next to you in bed, his meditative pose telling you he was actually asleep. You stared at his peaceful resting face for a long moment before turning your focus to those still-closed curtains, the shade of the barely-visible sliver of light telling you that it was at least midday.

Setting about your pseudo-morning routine, you began to brainstorm a solid plan to distract Astarion from his ongoing plight.

He was likely starving for blood, you knew that much. Without a power-hungry cult looming constantly over your heads, there were much less fights to be had in cities that didn’t result in legal consequences, and you could only safely let him feed from you so often without risking your health. And without Withers around, you couldn’t risk your life quite as stupidly as you had before.

But it had been over a week since Astarion had last had your blood, and you had been considering finding a bandit camp or seeking out some wild animals just to get his mood up when an idea struck you.

It was perhaps a bit sooner than the two-week timeline you had both agreed on between larger blood donations, but you found yourself ensorcelled by the idea of putting on a little hunt for him, just with you as the prey this time. A little test of his instincts as it were, keeping your real reasoning close to your chest, not wanting him to think you were pitying him. And what was a little anemia if it was in the name of cheering up your beloved?

You were sitting at the small wooden desk in the room, itemizing your carefully-hoarded spell scrolls when Astarion came out of his trance, leaning down beside you before you realized he was even awake.

“You’re up early,” he remarked curiously, and you froze up in surprise, doing your best not to look like you had been caught in the act, casually reaching to hide your scroll of disguise self under a more conspicuous hypnotic pattern. “Now what could be so important that you decided to deprive me the pleasure of waking up next to my love?”

You shuffled your scrolls and maps into a messy pile, aware of how his sharp gaze followed the action with suspicion.

Turning from your papers to meet his eyes, you did your best to look innocuous. “I was thinking we could do something different today.”

“Oh?” Astarion’s face lit up with intrigue. “And here I thought I’d be in for yet another day of rifling through dusty old tomes written by dusty old men who haven’t even met a vampire, let alone possessed any useful information about one.”

You let out a huff of laughter, equally aware of the bad information streak you had been on for the last month, the most useful information coming from a thoroughly depraved romantic vampire novel that Astarion had found significantly too much enjoyment in reading out to you whenever he had gotten bored of reading whatever vampiric history tome he had discarded when its contents proved valueless.

“I was thinking–”

It was probably to your benefit that Astarion leaned in to kiss you, cutting off the sentence you hadn’t quite figured out how to phrase. The kiss was chaste, the smug vampire pulling back with a smirk, clearly enjoying having caught you off guard.

“You were saying, love?” he teased lowly, and you willed yourself not to fall for his distractions like you usually did.

“I was thinking we could go on a hunt today,” you said at last, Astarion raising an eyebrow in response.

“You know I always relish the chance for some meaningless violence, but why all of a sudden?” he asked, always way too perceptive for your own good. “What’s the hunt? It had better not be another cluster of ooze. It took me far too long to remove their slobber from my weapons the last time I had the misfortune of stabbing one.”

“No, no ooze,” you dismissed with a laugh. It wasn’t like you had wanted to do that job either, but it had gotten you the funds to pay for your last three inn stays. Summoning up your courage, you tried your best to not look as embarrassed as you felt. “I was thinking this time you could hunt… me.”

Astarion’s eyes glinted noticeably as he leaned in towards you, a hand resting on either armrest of your chair, his arms caging you in. “Am I to take this as a request of a more carnal nature? Because I am very willing to oblige.”

His voice was dripping with quiet ardor, the cheeky vampire using the tone he knew would lure you into bed with him every time, but not this time. You wanted something that would catch him off guard entirely, leaving no room in any part of his mind for his latent sadness to set in today. There would be plenty of time for sex later, once he had been fed.

“I was thinking more along bloodier lines,” you said, Astarion’s resulting frown at his seduction attempt failing more than a little cute. “I know we agreed to every two weeks, but I do have that vibrancy potion I’ve been saving.”

Astarion leaned back out of your space, looking quizzical, but not unhappy, so you took that as a sign to continue.

“Since this is a special occasion, I thought it might be fun to make you work for it,” you said with a conspiratorial smile. “Neither of us have been to this city before, so we’re on an even playing field. I was thinking if you can find me by sunrise, my blood is yours. As much as you want, since the effects of the vibrancy potion will last until then. If you can find me, that is.”

Astarion grinned wide, his pristine white fangs on full display. “Oh darling, I hadn’t taken you as someone who makes gambles they haven’t a hope of winning.”

You felt a flare of competition spark within you at his surety that he would win. Just because this was supposed to end with your blood on his teeth didn’t mean you were going to make this easy for him.

“If you’re so sure you’ll win, then maybe I’ll set off now and get a head start,” you shot back teasingly, reaching into your bag on the floor and downing the small vial of forest green vibrancy potion in one go before standing up, licking the last stray drop from the corner of your mouth to make sure the potion had maximum effectiveness.

Astarion’s eyes closed as he took a long inhale, which told you that the potion was indeed working as intended. When his eyes opened again, his pupils were blown wide, looking every bit the vampire ready for a hunt.

“Your blood smells even sweeter than the first time,” he spoke in a strained voice, posture so rigid he looked like he might snap if you moved an inch closer to him. “If I wasn’t such an honorable vampire, I’d already have you.”

Keeping any comments regarding his honor to yourself, you lifted your bag, sweeping the papers on the desk into it before slinging it over your shoulder, heading all the way to the door before turning your head back to face the shirtless, sleepy-haired vampire with a teasing smile.

“Good luck, Astarion,” you told him. Knowing how desperate for blood he had been the first time, he had to struggling even harder than he looked to be holding himself back right now.

“I don’t need luck,” he replied smoothly, sitting back down on the bed, hands fisting tightly onto the sheets. “There is nowhere you could hide where I can’t find you, my love.”

His sultry tone made you flush, and you quickly fled the room, knowing you had to go now before your willpower gave out.

Emerging onto bustling early evening streets, you knew that you had until the sun fell to find a place to hide. Making your way down the main street, you made sure to stop and chat up a perfume salesman, accepting a heavy dose of one of their floral samples in the hope that it would disguise the smell of your blood to the hungry vampire that would be on your trail within the hour. Your scent taken care of, now there was just the manner of your appearance.

Stopping by a busy clothing store, you stood before a long mirror in a deserted corner of the store, pulling out your disguise self scroll and getting to work.

You left the store a purple-skinned tiefling with long ruby-red hair, clad in a skimpy black dress with a long slit up the thigh, gold jewelry accenting your neck and illusory horns. If Astarion was looking for a disguise, you doubted he would think you would take on such a gaudy one, the stares of people as you passed telling you that you definitely looked the part of a lady of the night.

The sun had begun to fall as you walked the streets, intending on getting a decent distance away from the inn before finding somewhere to hole up when the dark set in. There was no doubt that Astarion would have the advantage in the dark, so you had to be as well-hidden as possible by then.

It felt too much like cheating to set up in a noisy tavern, though it wasn’t exactly like you had set any concrete rules before setting out, but still, you dismissed the fleeting idea. You wanted to make this hard for Astarion, not impossible. You didn’t often have enough gold for vibrancy potions anymore, so you wanted to make this one count, but Astarion would have to earn it first.

You had your momentary doubts that he would even agree to your proposal, given he had his moods sometimes, but his reaction had surpassed even your most hopeful expectations. You knew he wouldn’t be holding back, and you would hate yourself if you didn’t at least put up a fight.

You stopped to feign interest in a group of dragonborn musicians playing in a park as you considered your options further. You could cast a hypnotic pattern and pretend to be captivated by it as well? But you couldn’t sustain that one for long, and there was no telling when Astarion would pass by here. You could blur yourself, but that was likely to end up attracting his attention rather than evading it.

Lost in your thoughts, you took altogether too long to realize the passing of time, coming to the sudden realization that the sun was now just the tiniest sliver in the horizon. Astarion was definitely out by now, who knows for how long while you were zoning out.

You followed the crowd’s lead, clapping for the performers as you took subtle glances around you, not seeing any silver hair in the area. Still, you had wasted too much time here. You needed to move.

With most people in the park distracted by the performance, you were easily able to misty step your way across the park, exiting into what looked to be a district of… lesser repute. Here, there were women and men dressed in less than you were, hanging outside gaudy establishments and trying to draw customers in. You were just passing by a gnome and a scantily-clad human making out so loudly that you briefly wondered if either of them had ever kissed anyone now before when you ran into an issue.

“Haven’t seen yer sweet ass ‘round here before,” a male voice slurred, a large half-orc stepping into your view, or rather completely blocking it with his bulk.

“Excuse me,” you spoke flatly, immediately on guard. You moved to walk around him, but this only seemed to egg him on, as he moved in turn to step to the side and continue blocking your way.

“Ain’t no tieflings at tha bars, not anymore,” he spoke angrily, waving his arms wildly around as he talked, large axe glinting from its place on his back. “It ain’t the same when those other broads ain’t got no horns to grab while I plow ‘em!”

You could easily discern the reason why tiefling women seemed to become scarce around him, regretting that your choice of disguise had now led to this unexpected issue. You wouldn’t want to talk to this creep on a normal day, but you really didn’t have time now. You weren’t sure if your ego would survive being caught by Astarion less than an hour after the hunt had begun.

While you were confident that your disguise was flawless, the half-orc was being so loud that you would catch anyone’s attention right now. Looking around, you noticed the eyes of many of the seedy crowd were on you, but as expected, nobody was stepping in to help you, clearly wary of attracting the wrath of the drunk brute.

Sighing internally, you resolved to yourself to give this guy one more chance to leave you alone before you made him. What a mess you had managed to find yourself in.

“I’m not interested,” you said, not intimidated in the slightest by the half-orc who was at least a head taller than you. “I’m asking you nicely to walk away.”

The half-orc scoffed loudly, making a show of looking around, the onlookers all averting their gazes, not wanting to be involved, their eyes shifting back to you when the brute finished his overdramatic display before turning back to you with a cocked brow.

“Well I don’t see no man here ta claim ya,” he boasted loudly. “And Barorth don’t recognize no other claims on the womens he wants anyway!”

He would probably have been luckier if Astarion was here, the snarky vampire possibly content to mock the half-orc without him realizing rather than what you were going to do to him if he didn’t leave you alone.

“Not interested,” you repeated flatly, deathly intent plain in your voice, at least plain to anyone but this moron, who instead reached out to take one of your arms in his grasp.

“‘Nuff talkin’,” he grunted, hand clamping down on your arm. “Those tits are just–”

The second he touched you, you blinked, immediately activating eyebite, your eyes turning into teeth-ringed pools of black.

“Go,” you snarled at the half-orc, his grip falling from your arm instantly, an all-too-loud guttural groan leaving his mouth before he turned and ran. You didn’t dismiss eyebite until he was out of sight, glaring after him the entire way.

Taking a breath to calm yourself down, you blinked and your regular eyes returned. How much time had you wasted on that moron? He was lucky all you did was traumatize him, the brute likely to have suffered a much worse fate if it was Lae’zel he was hitting on. Hopefully he would leave any real tieflings alone after your little display.

Frustrated, you moved to the less busy side of the street, ignoring the people there who now stared at you in shock. You were far enough from Baldur’s Gate that very few people would recognize you even if you had your real appearance, but there was definitely going to be gossip spreading now about the tiefling escort that sent a half-orc running away with just a look.

And then you were striding past an alleyway, intent on figuring out your next move, when a hand darted out, clasping firmly around your wrist and pulling you into the alleyway, finding yourself quickly pinned to the stone wall by your assailant’s body.

Amused red eyes stared down at you, Astarion running one hand down your side to rest on your hip. “One hour and you’re already finding your way into trouble without me. Darling, I’m hurt.”

You knew he had you, despite your feigned appearance, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to give in so easily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sniffed with very false confidence. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to–”

“Spare me,” he dismissed. “Did you really think you could hide from me in plain sight when I know your scent, your taste so… intimately?”

You wanted to protest further, but any words you were going to say turned into a pleased sigh as Astarion leaned in to kiss at your neck.

“You do make a rather fetching tiefling, my love, but I do think I prefer the you that I wake up next to every morning,” he spoke against your neck.

You smiled despite yourself, finally giving in and allowing the disguise to drop, Astarion holding you to him tighter in response, but his fangs still hadn’t made their way into your neck. The smell of your blood had to have been driving him crazy, he had said as much earlier, so then why hadn’t he claimed his reward yet?

“You win,” you conceded, unable to stay mad with your beloved so close to you, even in the dingy alleyway whose prior inhabitants had likely been either a murder or a messy hookup. “My blood is yours.”

At your words, Astarion pulled back from your neck entirely, further confusing you. Noticing your questioning look, he gestured out to the street, where some onlookers were barely visible, but their attention at least seemed to be on their own business now.

“I won’t be playing the part of the heinous vampire attacking the fair maiden and risking some do-gooder rushing to your rescue with a stake meant for my heart,” he explained disdainfully. “No, I think my prize would be better savored in a more private location.”

You could still see just how bad his hunger was getting to him, so it was obvious that you weren’t making it back to the inn. Looking out over his shoulder, you spotted a private enough looking rooftop several stories above some seedy-looking bar, placing your hand on Astarion’s arm as you summoned a dimension door.

“Good enough?” you asked, drawing Astarion’s gaze to the matching door waiting on the roof.

“Not quite the caliber of the Blushing Mermaid, but I can hardly be choosey when it means I get more of your delectable blood,” he answered.

That was as much of a yes as you figured you were getting out of him, and so you activated the door and found yourselves instantly transported to the actually-not-too-bad-looking rooftop.

It was barren, but clean. Seemed like nobody really came up here, as all that was on the roof were a couple ratty-looking chairs and a large rug that looked like it would be worth some money if it weren’t for a large stain on one corner that was either blood or red wine.

Stepping away before Astarion could get too carried away, you rummaged quickly through your bag, pulling out one of the many arcane lock scrolls you knew to keep on hand for situations like this, sealing the door so you wouldn’t be interrupted. Job done, you went to turn back around, not wanting to keep the vampire waiting.

“Well, I think we’re—”

Astarion was way closer than you expected, having silently closed the gap between you while your back was turned.

Shaking off your momentary surprise, you smiled at him, turning your head and pulling your hair back so your neck was left bared for him to drink from. So you were caught off guard when he instead backed you up against the door, caging you in with his body and catching your mouth with his own.

While you were confused, you weren’t opposed, your eyes sliding closed and arms coming up to rest against his chest, the gentle buzzing of the magical lock against your back all but forgotten at the things Astarion’s tongue was doing to your own.

You were having a hard time telling if he was actually this turned on, or if he had just turned his switch on, as much as you had tried to break him of the habit of feeling like he had to perform sexually if he wasn’t feeling it. Recognizing you should probably make that discernment now, you pulled back from the kiss, Astarion’s lips shifting to kiss at your neck.

“It’s okay if this is just for blood,” you spoke, trying to keep your voice steady despite Astarion suckling on a particularly sensitive spot. “You don’t owe me anything for my blood if you don’t want to.”

Astarion pulled back from your neck at last, no bites taken, instead reaching a hand down to take your leg in his grasp, pulling it around one hip and using the opportunity to grind his clearly hard cock into you, the resulting feeling fluttering your lashes as you tried desperately to focus on the seriousness you were trying to inject into the moment.

Astarion saw your serious expression and only smiled, a small little smile so unlike the openly flirtatious ones he used to send your way back when you had first explored each other’s bodies.

“Trust me darling, you mean far too much to me to ever treat you like you’re a favor to be traded in,” he spoke quietly, hips still rolling into yours as he spoke. “You’ve given me too much to ever be repaid. But no need to fret, my reasons for wanting your body now are just my own selfish lust.”

He didn’t need any words from you to know he had you, one broken moan at his hips rutting perfectly against yours enough of a response for him to return to your mouth, one hand sliding under your dress to press firmly on your clit as you kissed fervently, doing your best to keep up with his tongue as you felt warm enough for the both of you even on the chilly rooftop.

The greedy vampire could only go so long without claiming his reward, mouth moving to your neck the second he felt you getting close, sinking his teeth into you at last as he barraged your clit with attention, the twin sensations of blood loss and orgasm feeding off each other in beautiful harmony, Astarion prolonging your peak with his talented fingers as he drank from your neck until you laid boneless against him, panting above his head.

“I love you,” you breathed, Astarion breaking from your neck to return the sentiment with a bloodstained smile.

And then it was your turn, pulling him to your mouth and grinding up into him, the vampire’s own panting breaths loud against your mouth. Astarion moved his hips back into yours, his pace nothing like the practiced, even rhythm he’d had back when he was playing the part of what he had thought you would like. His groans now were entirely his body’s reaction to yours, and the thought burned deeply in your core.

Neither one of you content to keep things going with clothes still on, your hands moved to the clasp holding your flimsy dress together, while Astarion smoothly discarded his own pants, his hands then coming back to maneuver you onto your back on the non-stained section of the rooftop rug, your dress splayed out under you helping to guard against the slightly rough texture of the rug.

“This is a sight I will never tire of,” Astarion groaned, ripping his shirt up over his head, his underwear following and leaving him entirely bare to your wanting gaze.

He looked every bit the vampiric seductor in that horrible novel he liked to bother you with, red eyes and bloody mouth gleaming in the sparse light the rising moon provided.

You watched his expression spark with debauched pleasure as it was plainly obvious how wet you were as he practically peeled your underwear from you, one hand returning to work at your clit, his own cock looking so hard that it must hurt.

“Astarion, please,” you begged, reaching out for him, your lover effortlessly evading your grasp as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Not yet, my love,” he chided lowly, knowing you could do little to resist his efforts right now. “I rather enjoy getting you so worked up. I could spend hours listening to your pretty cries as I bring you over the edge again and again, but I suppose that potion is only good until sunup, and I am so hungry.”

“Then come here,” you prompted, already feeling clearheaded from the vibrancy potion rejuvenating your blood supply so quickly.

“How could I refuse?” he replied happily, slotting himself between your legs.

Wrapping your legs around his back, you pulled him down, the vampire smoothly lining his cock perfectly to hit deep inside you as you pulled his mouth to your neck.

“You are too perfect,” Astarion murmured against your neck before biting down.

You decided it was better for you to start strong while you still had the blood supply to energize you, using your legs around his hips to start a slow but deep rhythm. Astarion needed very little coaxing to keep up, one hand coming up to angle one of your legs higher, the resulting shift making you cry out as he started to hit against a spot inside you that only he had ever been able to find.

You had always prided yourself on being the talker of your little group, able to talk your way in or out of trouble when needed. But here, under the snarky vampire you had come to cherish more than anything, you were wordless, barely able to manage more than his name as Astarion moved his focus from your neck to thoroughly ruin you, blood-red smirk telling you he knew exactly what he was doing with every grind of his hips.

It took almost embarrassingly no time for you to finish again, Astarion’s keen senses picking up on it immediately without you having to say a word.

“I do so like to see you like this, darling,” he said, slowly his pace down as you came down from it. “So thoroughly ravaged that you couldn’t recite a spell if you tried.”

You knew that he wasn’t unaffected, the slow roll of his hips telling you that much, but you found yourself determined to exhaust him just as badly, a tall order for someone of his stamina, but you were going to try your best.

With as much grace as you could manage with legs that felt like jelly, you withdrew from under him, pushing him back so he was sitting back, staring at you with loving eyes more black than red as you climbed onto his lap, settling back down on his cock, intent on riding him until he lost himself.

Astarion’s hands quickly found the back fastenings of your bra, unhooking it with a satisfied growl and tossing the garment aside, allowing him access to lean down and lave kisses and bites across your chest as you continued to ride him hard.

You were slamming your hips into his now, running a hand through his hair, his increasingly loud groans of your name telling you that he was finally getting close. With a shuddered breath, his hands went down to your hips, holding you still against him as he came, teeth sinking into your neck once again in tandem.

You slowly stroked his hair, in no rush to free yourself from his embrace, even as you could feel stray droplets of blood running down your neck and onto your chest.

With a pleased sigh, Astarion’s hands went from your hips to around your back, pulling back from your neck to see you smiling at him, the sight sending him leaning forward to kiss you, his peaceful expression one you could look at forever and never get tired of.

“Here I was thinking all I had to thank that grotesque nautiloid for was my freedom,” he mused between kisses. “If it hadn’t found you too, I’d probably be dead, hunted by that gur and delivered to my death. Never thought I’d be so grateful to a damn illithid for plucking me off the street.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “This makes even the whole parasite insertion thing worth it, if I get to be here like this with you.”

“How sweet,” he huffed in response. “I however could have done without Gale’s lectures on morality. And Lae’zel’s snoring.”

“And the Withers lecture about how you were distracting me from my quest,” you added with a laugh, recalling the at-the-time awkward talk with the skeletal man the morning after you and Astarion had first slept together.

“I don’t know about that, my dear,” Astarion replied slyly. “You did seem a touch distracted after that first night. I recall you stepping on several fire mines that Shadowheart had warned us of not five minutes before. Hard to blame you though, I mean really, just look at me.”

“Having fun?” you sulked, pulling back from him to cross your arms across your chest, trying to appear annoyed but fully aware your point was not well made considering he was still inside of you.

Astarion didn’t let you get far, arms pulling you back in. “Not so fast, my love. As I recall, my reward was to last until sunrise, and I intend to reap it in full.”

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #reader is tav #tav is a sorcerer #can be read as human/elf/half-elf #smut #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate astarion #reader insert

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moxielynx · 5 months ago

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𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 [𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚒𝚌]

lmao quick fic i wrote last night. ive been sleep deprived for a whole week sorry this is kinda bad

ao3 version (i need to find a better site than the shitty proship filled one but whatever)

If you were to ask the ninja what their favorite season was, most of them would say autumn. “Not too hot, not too cold” Nya would say, and Lloyd would agree. “It has Halloween” was Cole’s reason. Morro never gave a proper reason, but for him he liked the mood autumn came with. It was always oddly calm during the season, so he enjoyed being outside more during fall.

Although one thing he never liked about autumn was raking leaves.

Master Wu always had Morro raking the leaves as a chore when autumn came around, and apparently almost 50 years and a revival later Wu still had Morro raking leaves. Morro sighed as he moved the rake, flinching for a moment when he accidentally dragged it against rock.

“Wow, I didn’t think you could try any harder to make my ears bleed.”

Morro paused for a moment, looking up at the view tiredly. He turned around, staring at his boyfriend with a grimace on his face. Kai was leaning against his own rake, visibly as uninterested as he could be.

“I think we both know I can do worse.” Morro said to him, turning back to the small pile of leaves in front of him. Kai sighed and rolled his eyes, continuing to tediously rake the leaves near him.

“Can’t you just, I dunno, use your powers to pile them all up?” Kai complained. “Or we could use spinjitzu, just anything to get this over with.” Morro sighed at the whines. “You know how Master Wu feels about us using our powers for chores.” He said, making Kai groan. “Don’t remind me.”

After a couple minutes Kai yawned, looking over at Morro. “Wanna grab a coffee after this?” He asked, setting his hands on the top of the rake and then resting his head. Morro glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“We have coffee here.” He simply stated, making Kai roll his eyes again. “It’s not the same, I wanna grab an unreasonably priced seasonal coffee, it’s like, tradition or something like that.” Morro just gave him a strange look. “You want… to waste money?” He asked, completely pausing his work.

Kai smiled, holding back a chuckle. It had been a few years since Morro was revived, and despite having learned a lot of modern day culture he still clearly had a ways to go.

“Calm down, I wasn’t being serious,” Kai replied. Then his face fell a bit. “At least I hope I wasn’t. They’re not gonna charge too much for seasonal coffee, right?” Kai set a hand on his chin, pretending to think. Morro just shook his head, going back to work. “Just hurry up and rake the leaves, I wanna finish that show Jay told me about.” Kai pouted.

“So no coffee?” Kai swiftly moved out of the way when Morro suddenly threw a rock at him, the fire ninja letting out a loud laugh. “I’m joking!”

Despite the cool winds blowing up on the mountains Morro had to shrug off his jacket at some point, promptly ignoring Kai with a blush on his face when the man whistled. Morro was almost done with his side of the grass while Kai wasn’t nearly as finished, and Morro chalked it up to the man goofing around most of the time rather than taking the chore seriously.

Morro was deep into thought when Kai suddenly startled him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The green-haired boy glared at him, immediately noting the smirk on the brunette’s face.

“Hey, we never jumped in leaves together before, have we?” Kai asked, and Morro cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Kai just smiled at him wider, and suddenly went to a nearby pile of leaves that Morro had raked not too long ago. “Bring another pile into this one, trust me on this.”

Despite Morro’s gut instinct to immediately shove Kai away and in fact not trust him, he instead just sighed, and listened. Soon enough there was a large pile of leaves in front of the two, and Morro set his hands on his hips.

“There, are you happy?” Morro looked down at the pile, muttering about how it would take longer to put the leaves in bags now. Kai just handed Morro his own rake, taking a few steps back. Morro, slightly concerned with Kai’s actions, also took a few steps back, and before he realized it Kai sprinted back towards the pile, jumping straight into it.

Morro gasped as leaves flew everywhere, and he glared at Kai, who was giggling deep into the now slightly smaller pile. “Are you trying to give me more work?!” The man scolded, dropping both rakes out of spite. “I’m not raking those again! That’s your job now.” Morro finished by crossing his arms, and Kai chuckled.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a terrible boyfriend and I give you such a headache” Kai mocked, making Morro scoff. “You do, for the record.” It was a lie, but Morro would sooner jump off the mountain than admit it. Kai just shifted his hand a bit and patted the leaves next to him.

“Jump in! It’s comfy.” Morro shook his head. “Kai, I’m almost certain there are bugs in there, I’m not doing that.” Kai smirked.

“What, is the big bad Morro scared of a couple bugs?” Morro glared at him before walking right up to him, setting a foot on the man’s stomach. Kai’s eyes widened, looking up at Morro concerned. “Uh, babe? What are you-“ but before Kai could finish he let out a loud huff as Morro shoved him deeper into the pile, his face getting mostly covered by the leaves now.

Morro stood proudly with a smirk as Kai spat out the leaves, shaking his head trying to remove as many as possible. “You dick! What the hell was that for?!” Kai yelled, wiping dirt off his face. Morro simply placed a hand over his chest, a fake evil expression on his face.

“Oh, I thought I was the big bad Morro, are you surprised that I’m being bad?” He mocked, his grin widening when Kai glared at him. “We should’ve left you in the departed realm.” He said, sitting up. Morro rolled his eyes, and held his hand out for Kai to grab. “We have to finish raking these leaves, come on.”

Kai looked down at Morro’s hand, then back up at him. Morro’s eyes widened, but before he could pull away Kai quickly grabbed his arm with both hands, yanking the man down into the pile of leaves next to him. Morro’s vision was a blur for a moment, and for a second everything was soft around him, before the itching feeling of leaves was on his skin, and he immediately sat up, eyes wide.

Morro could hear Kai laugh loudly next to him, and Morro could only imagine his boyfriend was doubling over. The former ghost quickly began wiping the leaves off his arms, shifting uncomfortably on the ground.

“I’m never helping you up ever again.” Morro threatened, and all he got was more leaves falling over his head. Morro paused, turning to face Kai with an unamused expression. Kai was giggling, one of his arms almost completely hidden from the way he leaned into the pile of leaves. Morro almost felt frozen as he stared at Kai, analyzing his face. The scar over his eye, the bandage next to his eyebrow, the small wrinkles Kai so desperately denies having. Morro never forgot just how beautiful Kai was, but whenever he took moments to just look at him, he was absolutely floored.

And Kai could only do the same. Kai stared at the markings left by Morro’s years spent as a ghost, left by the preeminent when she dragged Morro into the sea with her. He analyzed every scar, noting the ones he had as a child and the ones he gained during his time as a ninja. Morro hated his face, he was ashamed of the markings, to him they were a reminder of the foolish boy he once was.

To Kai they were like scars, reminders that Morro had survived. Despite all that he went through, he survived, and he changed for the better. Kai was proud of Morro, and he would always remind Morro of that.

Kai leaned over and rested a hand on Morro’s cheek, and almost instantly the man leaned into it, setting his own hand over Kai’s. They laid in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Soon enough Morro realized they both needed to get up, and sighed softly. “C’mon, let’s just finish up here and we can grab that coffee you wanted.” Morro spoke up, sitting up a bit. Kai smirked. “Oh? Had a change of heart?” Morro shook his head, smiling softly. “You have a way of changing people’s minds.”

Kai laughed softly, and before Morro could get up Kai suddenly pulled him forward, making him yelp. Morro fell on top of Kai, and the ninja wrapped his arms around him. Morro looked down at Kai, a blush clear as day on his face. Kai looked back up at him, smiling, before leaning in to steal a kiss.

Morro practically melted in Kai’s arms, moving his hands to cup the brunette’s face. They refused to pull away until they couldn’t hold their breaths anymore, and even then they couldn’t stay separated for long, almost immediately leaning back in.

Eventually Morro pulled away, just a bit. Their breathing was heavy, unable to break eye contact. Kai’s fingers scratched Morro’s head lightly, his hand having found its way into his hair.

Morro glanced down at Kai’s lips, momentarily distracted from his thoughts. “We need to get up.. these leaves are itchy.” He complained softly, and Kai chuckled. “In a minute,” he responded. “Just stay here another minute..” Morro didn’t complain as he leaned back in, his lips connecting with Kai’s.

If Wu asked why they took so long raking leaves he could just blame Kai for distracting him.

#greenflame shippers dni #lol kai and morro are christmas colored #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro #ninjago kai #kai ninjago #kai smith #kai x morro #destinyshipping #lynx posting

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 26 days ago

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Masquerade

Grace suggests a different kind of party for Halloween

Tommy had made OBE and needed a party to impress this Halloween. He was grateful when his wife had suggested a masked ball.

"Masquerade" she'd called it. He wasn't wild at the thought at first. He knew dangerous people would be there and masks would obscure enough of their faces to make it harder to recognize friend or foe.

She captured his attention when she suggested after the ball he could unmask her in the bedroom. He grinned wickedly at her suggestion and agreed under the pretense that people have to unmask halfway through the ball at dinner.

She knew how to sell him any idea, especially if it ended with the two of them in their bedroom alone.

She'd seen to all the decorating, catering, invitations and music. After all, He'd never heard of such a thing. He also trusted her judgment when it came to planning out a grand affair. She hadn't let him down yet.

He'd made sure to invite all his gypsy kin and doubled his security force. He knew they would be the most flamboyantly dressed.

He told Grace he'd wear a mask but he wasn't dressing up in a costume. Gratefully she'd worn a slinky silky dress for him to roam his hands all over tonight. He was ready for the masked ball the end before it had begun. He already felt hard and needed his wife. She locked the bathroom door so he was stuck until later. She'd planned that intentionally he knew.

He made sure everyone thanked his wife for the lovely idea and party. He was happy to have her by his side helping him grow his influence and wealth. She'd never realize what an asset she truly was to the Shelby company or the depth of his appreciation of her for it all.

He'd been grateful when the last guest left for the morning. He glanced but his beloved wife was gone, vanished most likely upstairs to their bedroom. He passed the clock as he ascended to their room. 1 a.m. He'd been grateful that Polly had taken Charlie for the weekend. He wasn't planning on him or Grace sleeping anytime soon.

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Tommy came around the corner quietly hoping to catch his wife in a state of undress. Unfortunately her dress was nowhere in sight, well, not unfortunately for him. She stood in a white lacy lingerie set he'd bought for her in New York on their honeymoon. Her long white tights held up a satin garter set. She looked like an angel, the soft glow of the modern light bulbs bathed her in a pale yellow glow highlighting her sweeter nature. She looked almost angelic.

"You must have been eager, Grace. You're already up here half dressed." He mussed huskily. She'd jumped a bit by her vanity when he'd spoken. It was quiet in the house. Finally he could hear himself think.

"Aren't I always when I can get you alone. A little overdressed aren't you?" She playfully bantered as she unclasped her earrings. He smiled and stripped off his shirt aware that she was watching him eagerly from her mirror.

She'd kept the mask on as he'd asked. God, she was perfect. Slender but with a smirk that could melt the devil himself.

" You are an angel, you tamed the devil lass, come er. Leave the mask on." He stood by the bed stark naked watching as she racked her gaze over his muscular form.

Grace walked to the bed, not to him, and sat down sweeping her legs to the side like a lady. He chuckled. She was definitely in a playful mood tonight.

"I don't want to be an angel tonight Mr. Shelby. I want you to love me like the devil." He groaned and stood in front of her his head down. She raked her nails gently up his side and his chest. She couldn't stand so he kneeled. She dipped her head to kiss him, hands coming to tangle into his hair and she gently threaded her long fingers through his tousled mane to hold him in place for her kisses.

"I did all the work tonight, it's your turn Tommy." She gasped into his mouth as his strong hands descended on her gently pushing her back.

"As my lady commands." He laid on her gently kissing her jaw, lip, neck and face. Anything where he could view her in her blissful state.

"You call me lady Sarah, and you're sleeping elsewhere tonight." She groaned out as he bent down, slipping off her lacy delicate undergarments. He laughed into her chest, kneading her breasts.

'No, I know better Lady Grace, Lady Grace of Arrow manor, eh?' He teased and slid down to her stomach leaving a trail of kisses pulling her garment off completely garter too but he left her thigh highs. She fought not to giggle sucking in her stomach.

"My favorite title." He chuckled wondering if she'd ever had a proper title. Probably had with how well mannered she was and well versed in etiquette.

"Tommy, I don't want foreplay tonight, I'm ready. Been waiting all night." She breathed out. He sighed and climbed on top. He was ready too. She surprised him by grabbing him and stroking him as he buried himself in her neck.

"Grace." She would have kept growing except he smacked at her hand. She patted his back in retaliation as they laughed.

She arched her legs opening for him and he wasted no time with her silent requests.

" Sit up." she ordered her breath coming in and out in pants. He obliged but gripped the mask. As she sat down on his length to gain control she'd tried to remove the delicate lace she'd worn across her stunning green eyes all night.

"No, you promised Grace, we won't last long like this anyway." He wasn't wrong. Her bouncing only lasted a few minutes even with her after shock. He held tightly to her back, his face buried in her collar bone as he thrusted up a few more times until relief flooded him.

"You're keeping that mask Grace." she giggled into his hair and kissed his face feeling herself coming down.

"Happy Halloween Tom."

"Happy Halloween Grace."

#peaky blinders fanfic #thomasshelby #grace burgess #grace shelby #thomas shelby x grace #haloween #masquerade ball

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1dmonthlyficroundup · 1 year ago

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for November 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Ghosted by @haztobegood [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Harry had dragged his feet when his mate Liam invited him for drinks at Horan’s Pub. He’d wanted to spend his Friday night under fuzzy blankets with a good book and hot cocoa. Besides, he’d protested, they already planned to go out the following week for Halloween. While initially reluctant, Harry’s glad he came. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have met Louis.

＊ Crush by @allwaswell16 [T, 1k, Louis/Niall]

When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

＊ if i'm being honest by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 22k, Niall/Harry]

Niall is perfectly happy in her dating life, always finding a reason to break things off before her relationships get serious. When she finally gets a chance with Harry, her dream girl, their friend Louis makes her promise to give her a real chance. The only problem is that Harry has a cat… and Niall is not a cat person. Instead of running like she usually does, Niall has to figure out how to live with an adorable menace. And when it starts to feel like love, Niall has to decide: Is she ready for the real thing?

Inspired by Must Be Love.

＊ Milk my mind and make me cream by LovelikeLou / @purrrhazza [NR, 6k, Harry/Louis]

Brooklyn Baby AU: Louis and Harry are both early 70s bohemians who live in Brooklyn, New York. Louis is a sweet and gentle beatnik who wears flamboyant clothes and reads his poetry at underground speakeasies. Harry sings and plays in a punk rock Sex Pistols-esque band, wears leather and hates authority figures. The two are hopelessly in love with each other.

＊ Tuca Tuca (ILikeYouILikeYouILikeYou) by @persephoneflouwers [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

The San Francisco getaway AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.

＊ Words Weren't Enough by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis wandered into the living room, just watching Harry play for a bit.

It made Louis’ heart crack a little, seeing him like that; hunched over the keys, the muscles on his back tense. But it was a quiet sniffle that Louis finally jerked into action, carefully approaching the slumped figure on the piano bench.

“Hey, darling.”

OR Louis finds Harry practicing the piano piece for his last show late at night, and there are some tears, memories and playing the piano together involved

＊ Because Sparrows Mate For Life by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome [E, 24k, Louis/Harry]

During his brief awkward small talk phase, the previous tattoo artist had asked about why Harry was getting “a bird tattoo”, too, though without specifying the species. And Harry had started to explain it, but then he’d felt like his reasons were too private and intimate to share with that guy, and most of it didn’t apply anymore, anyway, since the birds were going to be swallows now. So he’d just stammered something incoherent, and then tried to save it by adding that basically he thought they looked cool.

Now, Harry felt like Louis was genuinely interested, and wanted to know so that he’d be able to make the tattoo the way Harry liked it. And beyond that, Harry had a feeling that he could tell Louis anything, and Louis would take him seriously.

So he told Louis all about his reasons. Louis listened intently, and chuckled at the Dark Half references.

Harry even told him about the ‘mating for life’ part.

Louis smiled softly. “I respect that”, he said. “I’m a bit of a romantic, myself.”

For some reason, that made Harry blush.

(Harry’s tattoo gets done all wrong, and he needs someone to fix it.)

＊ must be love by @nouies [NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield]

AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

＊ Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 4k, Niall/Louis]

“I’m telling you,” drifts through the cracked door, and Louis’ ears prick, twitching with interest. “There’s something wrong with that cat.”

“Have you talked to Liam?” asks another voice, worried. Louis thinks it’s the tall one with curly hair. Taller one. They’re all tall when you’re ten inches high.

“Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

＊ Fine Line by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]

Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make.

He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

＊ In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [T, 666 words, no pairing]

It’s the dreams.

He’d be fine without the dreams… suggesting things. If he could face all this - whatever this is - with a clear, rested mind.

＊ lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel [T, 5k, Awsten Knight]

Summer flings are complicated and healing comes from the strangest places. // Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

＊ Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam]

Louis shrugs his shoulders as nonchalantly as he can manage in his aroused state. “Let you stay in my house didn’t I?” He narrows his eyes at the spliff still between Liam’s fingers. “Let you smoke my weed. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

Liam raises a brow challengingly. His expression is mostly unimpressed, but even from the other side of the room, Louis can still see the glint in Liam’s eyes.

He likes it when Louis makes him work for it too.

Zayn chuckles darkly. “Looks like someone came home with an attitude. What’s wrong Lou? No one on the road with you that could put you in your place hmm?”

(Or the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together).

＊ part time soulmates (full time problem) by localopa / @voulezloux [M, 12k, Louis/Harry]

sworn enemies harry and louis are soulmates. everything is going smoothly until the pain hits.

＊ it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux [G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross]

ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

＊ if it feels like love (then it must be love) by localopa / @voulezloux [G, 2k, Niall/Shawn Mendes]

niall and shawn are in love. if they could both realize this, that would be lovely.

＊ I See You by @neondiamond [NR, 666 words, Harry/Louis]

An unfamiliar voice disturbs Harry during his bath.

＊ Lucky (In Love) by @neondiamond [G, 3k, Louis/Harry]

When Louis first volunteered to drop off his nephew Lucky at nursery to help out his nervous sister, he was not expecting the owner to be the most gorgeous man in all of London. He makes sure he’ll get to see him again.

＊ softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou [E, 4k, Louis/Joel (The Last of Us)]

“Wanna go back to bed,” Louis whispered languidly, voice partly muffled by his boyfriend’s lips on his. “Mm, but we just got up, baby,” Joel murmured. Lips touching softly with each syllable. Hands groping the soft flesh around Louis’ hips, kneading at the skin there and feeling his curves.

＊ in the hope of open hands (series) by @justanothershadeofblue [T, 21k, OT5]

Five times the pack is protective of omega Harry, and one time Harry protects them. Featuring Louis and Liam as alphas, Zayn and Niall as betas, and Harry’s as the band's lone omega. A year and some change in which they’re all falling for each other and not quite getting their shit together (until they do, of course).

＊ Simmer Down and Pucker Up by @silverstuff50 [E, 9k, Louis/Harry]

When Louis' sister invites his ex to her wedding Louis is not a happy bunny. But his friends are wankers and their meddling causes the sort of drama that Louis would usually beat the crap out of them for.

Usually...

＊ Just Hold On by @silverstuff50 [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Harry, I’m fine.” Louis says soothingly. “I know I’m safe because you and Joni are there. As long as I can feel you holding me I know I’ll be ok.”

Harry flushes again and can’t stop himself thinking about his hands on Louis' warm skin. He shakes his head stubbornly, half to protest and half to clear his head of the thought.

“It’s just not safe. You’re surrounded by people grabbing and pulling at you.” He looks Louis up and down appraisingly. “And you’re so-“ he stops himself when Joni shoots him a warning look.

“If the next word you say is “small” I will fire you.” Louis says with narrowed eyes. Harry's shoulders slump.

“I wasn’t going to say small.” He was going to say small. “I was going to say, um, reckless.”

＊ she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [M, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Having a little vampire for a daughter is hard enough, but on that one night a year where the air feels darker and human children are trying to ring the bell for candy, it becomes even more difficult.

＊ Hit me baby one more time by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass [E, 12k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is a boxer, and hates one of the members of his club, Harry Styles. Life has a funny way of showing Louis that maybe he doesn't hate Harry as much as he thought, or that Louis maybe finds Harry hot.

#28th appreciation #trackinghappily #trackinghome #ficsfor4am #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks #hljournal #hlcreators

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Pumpkin carving with Tae

Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Just a cute pumpkin carving date with Tae.

Warnings: like one suggestive joke, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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Requests are open

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“Tae, are you ready yet?” You called, setting out the last of the supplies the two you would need.

“Almost!” He yelled in reply.

As soon as the two of you had gotten back from picking out your pumpkins, he had zipped off to the bedroom to change, saying he had a surprise, piquing your curiosity.

When you had originally suggested decorating pumpkins together, you had thought it would be a easy enough idea for date night, seeing as technically all you needed was pumpkins and some knives or paint, but you must have somehow forgotten that you were dating Taehyung, because nothing with Tae was ever truly simple. He loved going all out on activities with you, especially holiday related things, and so far, this had not been an exception.

As soon as you had walked into his apartment, you had been stunned to find his living room fully decked out in Halloween decorations, paper bats and ghosts taped to the walls with black and orange streamers draped all over the place. He even lit a few pumpkin spice scented candles for full immersion, a full blown Halloween party, just for the two of you. He’d left you to browse the list of spooky movies he’d pulled up on the tv while you waited, taking note of the massive tray of candy and snacks that he’d also acquired, which there was no way you could possibly both eat even half of.

You’d just decided on a movie when the bedroom door swung open again, Tae strolling back into the living room, now wearing a pair of black dress pants, a matching waistcoat with a purple button-up shirt underneath, and a matching cape.

“Tada!” He announced, giving the cape a little flourish.

“What on earth are you wearing?!” You gaped at him.

“I’m a magician!” He said proudly.

“But, I thought we were saving the costumes for halloween?”

“We are, this is just for today.” He said. “Oh wait!”

He quickly snatched a headband from the counter before coming over and kneeling down in front of you and sticking it on your head, so that you were now sporting rabbit ears.

“There, now you’re my little bunny assistant.” He said, grinning widely.

“You’re not gonna try and pull me out a hat, are you?” You asked, skeptically.

“Actually, I was thinking I might try and make your clothes disappear.” He smirked, earning a swat from you.

“Would you please behave for once?!” You scolded, feeling your face heat up slightly as he snickered. “This is supposed to be a wholesome date.”

“Who gave you that idea?” He chucked.

“Tae.” You whined.

“Alright, I’ll be good.” He said, sitting down next to you on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“Where do we start?”

You both set to work on your individual pumpkins, Tae quickly having to give up part of his costume for the sake of functionality, discarding the cape over the couch arm and rolling up his shirt sleeves. Which, in your opinion, made the look far more attractive, but you kept your thoughts to yourself. He knew all too well the effect he had on you, and you weren’t in the mood to inflate his ego any more than necessary at the moment.

You were so focused on your own pumpkin, trying your best to get the eyes of your design even, that you hadn’t noticed his attention shift to watching you.

One of his favorite things was getting to watch you work on things like this, whether is was an art project or just trying assemble a piece of flat-pack furniture, something about the way your face scrunched up in concentration as you worked was so endearing to him, never failing to make him smile.

Letting the fluffy feeling in his chest get the better of him, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, causing you to start slightly, glancing up at him in surprise.

“What was that for?” You asked, letting out a small laugh.

“I dunno, you just looked cute, I wanted to.” He said, grinning at you, reaching over to adjust your ears, which had drooped forward and were beginning to threaten to cover your eyes.

Your eyes followed his movements, feeling your face grow warm again, before you snapped yourself back to attention.

“Are you almost done?” You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“I think so, do you wanna see?” He said, moving back to his previous seat.

“Yes, please.”

He spun his pumpkin around, making you let out another laugh. Of course, he would carve his signature Vante design.

“That’s pretty good, actually!” You said, impressed.

“What, did you doubt my skills?” He asked, looking at you questioningly.

“No, never.” You said, shaking your head seriously.

“What about yours?” He asked.

“Eh, it came out a little lop-sided, but I think it’s still cute.” You said, turning your pumpkin around to face him, earning a thrilled gasp from him.

“Is that Tata?!” He exclaimed, leaning closer to examine the familiar heart-shaped alien design.

“It’s supposed to be,” You said, grinning shyly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! I wanna take pictures of them to show the guys, it’s amazing!” He said, tackling you in a bear hug, sending you both sprawling on the floor.

“Tae! You’re gonna crush me!” You squealed, giggling as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I would never.” He chuckled, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I love you.”

You raised a brow at him in surprise. “So suddenly?”

“Yeah, is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded, winding your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a proper kiss.

“Hey Tae?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I love you too.”

“Good.”

#taehyung reaction #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung drabble #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts requests #spooktober #7ndipity

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melswifeasf · 2 years ago

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Find my way back to you pt 4

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Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Sam realizes Estelle isn’t the person she once knew.

Warnings: underage drinking

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eight years ago…

Saturday nights were debatably the best nights of the whole week. Elias threw parties most of the time which always lightened Estelle’s mood even if she had the shittiest week ever.

October was always a memorable month to throw parties, especially when it got closer to halloween. that never changed. specifically that Saturday night, it was a week before halloween and Elias decided to throw a party. he spent most for the day setting up the house with his sister.

at first he thought it was pointless to decorate if everyone would just end up trashing the house but Estelle insisted on making it the most memorable halloween party of the year and Elias could never really say no to her.

that resulted in them buying over two hundred dollars worth of decoration. that Saturday morning, Estelle and her brother woke up and began setting up with Alex and Xavier. they started with the living room, hanging up fake cobwebs on some of the corners and throwing it lazily on the coffee table as well as setting up a fog machine that they already owned from prior parties. along with that, they set up fake skeletons and hung up a couple of other things that fit the theme of the party.

they set up most of the house with the same things, except the upstairs which everyone knew was off limits and the outside that already had decorations since October first.

they spent most of the afternoon pregaming and listening to Estelle’s orders that by the end of it they were all pretty buzzed and knew they would be wasted not even halfway through the party.

once the sun had set Estelle had gone up to her room to get ready. she initially wanted to match costumes with her girlfriend but she had been a total bitch all week so Estelle decided to ditch the whole ‘Joker and Harley Quinn’ and instead wore something more basic and yet would be turning a lot of heads. as she looked in the mirror she saw a black skimpy dress that hugged her body painfully well that barely reached a forth of her thigh and pushed her cleavage together quite a bit. she had on black wings to match with it and dark eyeshadow. she knew her girlfriend would be pissed by the end of the night and yet she couldn’t care less, she deserved to feel wanted.

her brother had on something basic as well, him and his friends decided to all just wear black button ups along with dress pants and a purge mask that would light up with a press of a button.

Estelle found it cute that they all decided to match. the three boys had been a part of each others lives since kindergarten and it seemed like that would truly never change.

it wasn’t until it began getting dark out that people arrived.

Estelle was buzzed by the time her girlfriend arrived. as soon as she saw the girl enter her home she squealed loudly as she ran toward her and threw her body into the taller girls embrace. Valerie chuckled as she catches her easily and brings her lips up to meet Estelle’s in a sloppy kiss.

“i missed you” Estelle said softly once she had pulled away.

“miss you too” Valerie responded. once Estelle was on the ground she took in her girlfriends costume, she had on a plain white shirt that had fake blood on it along with plain black jeans and a leather jacket on top. the side of her mouth had a slight drop of fake dried blood that indicated she was a vampire.

Estelle almost rolled her eyes at how little effort she put into the costume but decided against it as she instead grabbed the girls hand and led her to the kitchen where she began to pour her a drink.

three shots of tequila and two beers later Estelle was in her girlfriends arms giggling at whatever stupid thing she had just said. unlike Estelle Valerie was more sober, opting out of the shots and sticking with the beer Estelle bad handed her the second she walked in the house.

there was a song playing in the background - one Estelle couldn’t quite put a name on. her heart was beating fast and it was thumping in her ears causing most of the noise around her to be drowned out, she felt wobbly and her eyes were starting to feel slightly heavier and her body looser. none of that took the smile off of her lips as she had her arm hanging loosely on her girlfriend shoulder as the other was gripping the back of her neck for support. Valerie had both of her hands on the shorter girls waist, the dress she was wearing began to hike up making Valerie reach toward it and pull it down every couple of seconds.

she was pissed at Estelle for wearing such a short dress but Elias was close and watching them like a hawk so she couldn’t do anything about it. not yet at least.

wet kisses were being littered on Estelle’s neck as she danced with her girlfriend. she knew she was supposed to be focused on that but her eyes couldn’t leave Sam Carpenters. Sam was standing across the room with two girls and and a couple of guys, she had a beer in hand and much like Estelle, she wasn’t focused on the people around her, instead her eyes couldn’t leave Estelle’s figure.

Sam was in a orange jumpsuit that had cuffs hanging on the side. she had on a white tank top that was on full display seeing as the jumpsuit wasn’t zipped and it was hanging by her hips.

she looked breathtaking and Estelle couldn’t seem to find a way to look away. Sam’s eyes were glued onto Estelle as if she were a magnet.

the shorter girl bit her lip in an attempt to keep her whimpers to herself. the feeling of her girlfriends lips on her neck as well as having Sam watching her like she wanted to take her right then and there, it was making her knees weak.

Valerie’s leg was in between Estelles and the girl wanted nothing more than to grind against it to have some kind of relief but there were too many people in the room and although she was wasted, she was conscious enough to know she’d regret it in the morning.

Valerie pulled away from the girls neck and whispered something in her girlfriends ear, Estelle wasn’t listening as she simply nodded her head and agreed with whatever dirty talk the girl was spewing.

she couldn’t concentrate with the stupid smirk plastered on Sam’s lips. she was enjoying this a little too much.

Estelle’s breathing shortened and she pulled away from Valerie completely. her legs were wobbly and she was beginning to regret wearing heals.

“what’s wrong?” Valerie asked a flash of concern overcoming her features.

Estelle shook her head, “i just need to use the bathroom” the short girl said and didn’t give her girlfriend a chance to respond as she turned around and began to walk away.

she took deep breaths as she slightly shoved people out of her path needing to find the nearest bathroom as fast as possible.

finally once she was out of the living room and in a dark hallway she took in a deep breath, leaning against the wall as she held her hand against her chest where she felt her heart thumping hastily against her hand.

“fuck” Estelle cursed lowly. she could the many things but never a cheater, it didn’t matter how many times she and Valerie fought, she never thought about being with anyone else. but seeing Sam was making things all too confusing. she shouldn’t have ever given her a ride, she should’ve simply called one of Sams friends that Estelle had seen her hanging out with all the time and called it a day. god.

Estelle had her eyes closed when she heard footsteps approaching. she didn’t open them, not yet. it wasn’t until she felt the presence of someone else in front of her that they slowly fluttered open revealing a pair of bright green eyes.

Sam was standing in front of her with a slight smirk on her lips.

“what do you want?” the short girl snapped as she crossed her arms against her chest.

the Carpenter girl shook her head slightly amused. she didn’t answer verbally as she took a step closer until she was completely invading Estelle’s space.

Estelle’s breath hitched in her throat, her heart beating even faster. instinctley her head snapped to the side where she was once dancing with her girlfriend. she couldn’t see her through the crowd of people causing a wave of relief to flood through her. the dark haired girl turned back toward Sam where the cocky smirk was still plastered on her lips.

“Sam..” Estelle whispered lowly, her eyes were looking into those dark beautiful eyes whilst Sam’s were trained on her lips. there was a look of pure want behind Sam’s eyes that was making Estelle clench her legs together.

the short girl followed Sam’s actions and glanced down at her plump lips, she didn’t have much time to even think as she felt them crash against her own.

Estelle gasped in slight surprise but soon kissed back, not wanting to miss this moment. Sams hands gripped Estelle’s waist firmly and Estelle wrapped her arms around Sams neck. Sam had the girl pressed against the wall roughly, her lips moving against Estelle’s hastily leaving no room for hesitation.

Estelle whimpered softly, the sensation of Sams hands gripping her waist with such strength making a wave of heat to run through her. she was sure there would be a faint bruise left behind from the tight grip.

Sams tongue was shoved into Estelle’s mouth, her lips wet and rough. Estelle was starting to feel light headed but she couldn’t find it in her to pull away. it felt too good and she knew once it was over it could never happen again.

wet kisses trailed away from Estelle’s mouth and toward her jaw down until they reached her neck.

Estelle moaned softly her hands tangled in Sams hair and she pulled on it roughly but at the same time pressed her head further into her neck to keep her there.

the shorter girl felt Sams leg in between her legs much like Valerie’s was before and she instantly began to grind down on it softly.

she was in the same position with her girlfriend just seconds prior and her this feeling was incomparable. everything was heightened.

“Sam” Estelle whimpered as the girls tongue met Estelle’s neck before she began to suck on the skin. at first the short girl let it happen, enjoying it for as long as she can. that is until she felt Sam begin to grow rougher, the force of it surely leaving a mark.

Estelle quickly shoved her away by her chest. Sam didn’t fight it, she looked slightly confused, her chest rising and falling heavily, her lips swollen and slightly red mixed with purple. the red was from Estelle’s lipstick and the bruise was from the force of it.

“i’m sorry i-” Sam began to speak but was cut off almost instantly by Estelle’s lips. it was a short kiss compared to the one they had just shared. Estelle pulled away, a dazed look in her eyes.

she opened her mouth to speak before it was closed shut quickly. she took one last glance at the Carpenter girl before she walked away quickly, shoving everyone in her way. she needed to get out of there quickly.

present

after leaving Tara’s room earlier that day, Estelle had stayed at the hospital. she wasn’t in uniform but she still had her gun in her holster belt. the girl was in the waiting area as she chatted with the receptionist. she was a nice lady and it’s not like she had much of anything else to do. Sam and her boyfriend were in Tara’s room meaning she couldn’t be there.

Judy told her to go home, it’s not like she could do much but Estelle couldn’t. she didn’t want to leave Tara alone and although her sister was there, Estelle was trained with a weapon and knew how to defend herself and others.

it’s not like she had work, Judy told her to take the week off after seeing Tara in such a traumatic way, Judy knew Estelle wouldn’t be focused on the job.

“help!” Estelle’s words were interrupted by the sound of someone’s faint yell and a door slamming open. “somebody help me! he’s trying to kill me!” immediately Estelle’s hand landed on her gun as she saw Sam running toward her at full speed.

the Carpenter girl ran into her ex girlfriend and Estelle quickly gripped her arms, “hey it’s okay. you’re okay. what’s going on?” she quickly said trying her best to calm the girl down.

her heart was thumping in her ears. she was taking deep breaths to try and calm her nerves, she was used to this, the danger of it all but that wasn’t why she was feeling this way. it was the fact that Sam had been in danger and she was just in the other room from her unable to protect her.

she reached for the door handle and threw it open, her gun pointed up as she swooped the room in one second. there were chairs and tables flipped over and on the floor but no sign of ghostface or a single person in sight.

once she was sure there was no one inside she walked back out where she saw Sam who was shaking still, a panicked look in her eyes.

“there’s no one inside” Estelle said softly as she approached her hesitantly. Sams eyes snapped toward her.

“what?”

“im gonna call Judy, okay?” the girl said gently as she pulled out her phone and went to her contact list.

while the girl was trying to contact the sheriff, Sam rushed to Taras room.

twenty minutes later they were all in Tara’s room again, Sam sitting beside her sister with Richie and Amber. Sam had said that the call came from Ambers phone so she was called in.

Estelle was leaning against the wall as she stared at Sam. the girl was staring into space with a distant, almost hollow look in her eyes. she looked exhausted and Estelle wanted nothing more than to hug Sam.

as soon as the thought popped into the girls head she shook it off, Sam and her were over. Sam left and broke her heart in the process. plus she was with Richie now.. although Estelle wasn’t quite sure what she saw in him.

the girls eyes snapped away from her ex as she looked between Amber and Richie. she didn’t trust him, not as much Amber considering she always like the girl. plus she knew there was something going on between Tara and her and she didn’t think Amber would be capable of hurting the girl she loved.

the two never became official but Estelle had popped in one Sunday morning to bring Tara breakfast after having driven her and Amber home from a party seeing as they were both wasted, only to see them both in a very.. compromising position on the living room couch.

from that day on Estelle learned to not listen to Tara when she would say to keep a key. she left her spare key on the kitchen island that morning.

Estelle’s thoughts were fading away as she heard Judy speak. “i’ve got a body outside a bar on Main. and then you get attacked here. you said the call came from Ambers number?”

“so? we know he cloned my phone before when he attacked Tara.” Amber said as she looked down at her ‘best friend’

“or, and i’m just spit-balling here you’re the killer” Richie said making Estelle roll her eyes.

fuck him.

the girl cleared her throat loudly making Judy glance in her direction. Estelle motioned toward the boy with her eyes which Judy immediately understood.

“and where were you when all this happened?” Judy asked with narrowed eyes.

“i was..” he trailed off. “watching Netflix”

“ooh yeah.” Amber nodded “super solid alibi bro” she said looking at him.

“so where were you” he rebutted with a slight smirk. one Estelle desperately wanted to punch.

“she was being questioned at the Sheriffs station” Estelle said this time quick to Ambers defense. she had known these kids since they were little and she wasn’t going to let some nobody who just now started dating Sam come accusing Amber of it to try and clean his own hands.

Judy nodded as she handed the raven girl her cell phone. “yeah. i came as soon as i heard. but you know, the Netflix alibi is good, too”

Estelle chuckled internally at her words.

“both of you, stop it” Judy snapped.

“you’re gonna put more cops on her room, right?” Sam asked ignoring little quarrel that had just taken place.

“yes” Judy nodded. “and i can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vinson knows what he’s doing. you’ll be safe” the sheriff said trying to ease the sisters worries.

“like we’ve been so far?”

the blonde woman smiled sarcastically, “Samantha, let’s step outside” she said nodding toward the door. the two did so and Estelle stiffened, she knew Judy wasn’t a fan of Sam.

“so.. why do you have a gun?” Richie asked looking at the girl. if Tara wasn’t literally fearing her life she would’ve laughed at how stupid his question was.

Estelle didn’t look at him, her jaw tightened. “ever heard of a cop?” she asked sarcastically.

Amber laughed and Estelle didn’t say anything else as she walked to the door and left the room. she was met with the back of Sams head, Judy gone by now.

as soon as the door closed Sam turned around. she looked slightly mad, even with how neutral her expression was Estelle could read her like an open book.

Estelle cleared her throat softly, “i’ll be around the hospital in case you guys need anything” she said. she didn’t wait for a response as she left the girl alone.

the short girl rushed to follow Judy. “Judy” she called out finally getting the blonde woman’s attention. she stopped in place and turned to face Estelle. “what happened? what did you say?”

Judy sighed. “just that it’s best she leaves” she shrugged.

“come on Judy. you know she’s just worried about her sister,i get where you’re coming from but she went through a lot of shit when we were younger” Estelle said in Sams defense.

Judy shook her head, “if she stirs any trouble further then this, i won’t hesitate to lock her up” the blonde threatened earning a quick nod from Estelle.

“aye aye”

eight years ago

Estelle was furious. after the little incident with Sam at the party, Valerie was pissed at her for the rest of the weekend. they had gotten into a huge argument that same night and hadn’t talked since.

the teen walked through the halls in search for the Carpenter girl, she had a determined look in her eyes, her jaw locked and her posture stiff.

she knew where she would be finding her.

walking for another minute she was right. she saw Sam near the back of the school with her little group of stoner friends. she marched up to them, standing in front of Sam.

“we need to talk” she grit out not looking at anyone but her and walking away. Sam didn’t even get a chance to respond as the girl was already practically stomping away. her friends laughed at her making Sam roll her eyes and throw up the finger.

she followed behind Estelle with furrowed brows, she was confused on where the girl was taking her until they were met with the girls bathroom. Sam smirked.

“is this round two?” she joked but Estelle wasn’t amused. once they were both inside the short girl locked the door behind them and searched the bathroom to make sure there was no one inside. Sam raised a brow, “are you gonna tell me why i’m here?”

“what the fuck was that at the party” Estelle snapped looking at Sam furiously.

Sam was slightly confused, “the kiss? i thought you-”

“you thought that i what?” Estelle cut her off, “that i wanted you to kiss me where my fucking girlfriend could see us? are you stupid?”

Sam chuckled amused, “i’m sorry. i guess when you were staring at me whilst she was practically fucking you that perhaps that’s what you wanted. complete miscommunication” she shrugged.

Estelle groaned as she threw her hands up and pulled at her anger in frustration, she wanted to slap that stupid smirk away from her lips. “this isn’t funny”

Sams smirk slowly faded and she sighed softly, “i’m sorry. okay?”

but that wasn’t enough for Estelle. she rolled her eyes once more as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “you aren-”

Sam didn’t let her finish her thought as she quickly grabbed Estelle’s wrist, “what is that?” she asked and pulled her sleeve up. there was a dark bruise on her arm in the form of a hand, it was angry and purple meaning the person who caused it had to have out a lot of pressure.

Estelle snatched her hand away in an instant, “it’s nothing” she quickly shook her head but Sam didn’t believe her. she tilted her head, a look of sorry still etched on her features.

“Estelle-”

the girl held her hand up to prevent her from talking, “just leave me alone Sam, okay?”

she didn’t leave room for a response as she turned on her heel and rushed out of the bathroom.

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #scream v #scream #scream series #tara carpenter #amber freeman #chad meeks martin #mindi meeks martin #gale weathers #sidney prescott #lesbian #gxg

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jo-harrington · 1 year ago

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Rise of the Guardians

I can only imagine this is a request for Hymns and not just…asking what I think of the movie? (Because I love it. Jack Frost and Periwinkle from Secret of the Wings was a fluffy ship I had for a short bit.) I hope you enjoy this little blurb. It's a little...angsty.

(Literally poor timing as today is Halloween and this is set in December but idgaf.)

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eddie and Reader/OC have a little fight and then reconcile, but with a supernatural element involved.

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

Your night-in wasn’t supposed to be like this.

But that's what he always thought when the two of you fought. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not with you.

And inevitably...it wasn't.

A little verbal tousle never led to anything disastrous or relationship-ending. It was just...him. His abandonment issues. His need to be...needed.

The night started pretty normally. December, talks of Christmas, a last-minute visit to K-Mart before it closed to get hot cocoa (and fuck around in the toy aisle because you both were still kids inside after all), and then you regaling Eddie with the origins of Santa Claus as he flipped through your shoebox full of cassettes for something decent to listen to.

"...the story of Saint Nicholas of Myra is cool, but I always liked the legend of the Guardians better."

"Guardians?" Eddie asked, only semi-present as he stared at the faded track listing on one tape to see just what it was.

"I read it in a book once," you explained. "The Guardians of Childhood. They're meant to protect children."

You went on and on and explained each of the Guardians, who they were and what they did. Wonder and memories and special surprises made with magic and happiness. Your hands gestured wildly as you spoke and it was easy to see the sparkle in your eyes as the street lights illuminated your face every so often.

But the longer you went and the more Eddie heard, the worse he felt.

The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus.

He'd been hearing about them for most of his childhood. All of it. Heard about them, though. Never experienced.

He'd always felt...slighted.

Now, as an adult...hell...even back in his childhood he knew. Knew that those things weren't real.

When he lost a tooth growing up, his mom would pull together a handful of change from the tip jar at Benny's for the Tooth Fairy to leave him. He could hear her count the coins as he laid awake in bed, hoping to catch the elusive sprite that first night. He always said he lost the teeth from that point on, not wanting to be burdensome.

His family didn't celebrate Easter. He'd heard all of the "he is risen" crap from church-going classmates growing up. He always questioned how it tied in with rabbits and eggs and chocolate, with no definitive response. At best, he and Wayne indulged in Cadbury Eggs as a special treat every year, with a few stashed away at the back of the freezer whenever the mood struck. But the meaning of the holiday was lost on him.

And his dad had pretty much dashed all illusion of Santa Claus immediately when he was younger. He couldn't remember a time when there had been any extra gifts under their mediocre tree.

"Isn't it amazing?" you asked by the time you were climbing the steps and entering the trailer. “Like…ok…admittedly I kind of think kids are the worst but…Guardians protecting the innocence of children. It deserves to be protected.”

“Does it?” He asked flippantly as you went on about how fun it would be to go to the North Pole one day and see if Santa’s workshop was real. “Do they?”

“And he—w-what?” You furrowed your brow as you dropped the bag of cocoa and marshmallows on the counter in the kitchen.

“I don’t know about you,” he laughed dryly as he fell onto the couch. “But there was no one magical and fantastical protecting me. There was my mom, then Wayne and Rick, and now…now I look out for myself.”

“Eddie…I…” you looked like a deer in the headlights. At a loss for words.

He knew you didn’t mean any harm with your story, but he couldn’t help but bicker and bitch and yell. And when he finally turned his frustration onto you instead of his situation, your expression got darker. Because you weren’t going to stand there and take this misplaced anger.

And that’s all it was right? Bickering and picking and mourning the loss of a childhood and a loss of innocence in both of you. You had more in common than you had differences—

Shitty, absent parents whose only priorities were themselves.

A guardian who sacrificed everything for you, to their own detriment.

The obvious fact that you were different from everyone else and there was nothing you could do to change that.

The idea that you were the only ones in the world who could understand each others plight.

—it’s just when you got to feel bad for yourselves that it all turned to shit. Unable to see what the other saw because you couldn’t see past yourselves.

So, back and forth you both went. Deeper and deeper. You didn’t understand. No he didn’t understand.

“I would think,” you scoffed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “That you, out of everyone, would feel some kind of…kinship with this. I didn’t say it to make you feel bad Eddie. You protect all of those kids. Your friends. Me. Instead—”

“You’ve made it very clear, the only person you need to protect is yourself. You only care about yourself. Otherwise why…why would you keep all of these secrets from me?”

You choked a sob. It shook your entire body.

And suddenly he didn’t see red anymore.

He saw…you, his girlfriend, who knew how much he enjoyed magic and fantasy and whimsy as an escape. You, who enjoyed all manner of monsters and cryptids and tall tales as a way to connect with the world around you that, most times, didn’t want to connect back.

You, who didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his bullshit.

After Eddie’s dad got sent away, his mom had a better head on her shoulders when it came to arguments. To protect herself, protect him. She always chose to walk away from a fight with Rick when one of them got mean. And taught Eddie to do the same.

“You’re gonna hear people say, don’t go to bed angry,” she told him once, as she tucked him into bed after a verbal tousle. He’d asked if they were ever gonna see Rick again. “But that just encourages people to fight more until it’s over. You want to go to bed. Because the Sandman will bring good dreams and help you realize how silly it all was in the first place.”

And that was the philosophy you both had agreed to after your first fight, over Mountain Dew of all things.

So he knew, now, once you controlled your tears, controlled your breathing, that was what you were planning to do. And he couldn’t object. Keys in hand, coat shrugged back on so you could trek out to your car. No goodbye. Because sleep would make it all better.

It had to.

He’d just sat down with his head, full of regrets, in his hands when you knocked on the door, needing to get back in.

“Car won’t start,” you whispered, unable to look him in the eye.

“I can take a look in the morning,” he offered weakly. “You can have my room. I’ll sleep on Wayne’s bed, not like he’s here to mind.”

The two of you went through the motions, calming yourselves down but still not ready for a kiss goodnight.

Eddie fell asleep with the sound of your soft sobs echoing in his ears, whether they were real or imagined.

It was Pitch Black and his thoughts swirled around him.

Literally.

They took the form of spectral creatures, smoky and abyss-like phantasms that grabbed and pinched at his skin.

He was tied down on the ground, held by each of his limbs, by his throat. He choked on his apologies.

“Please please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did.”

They bit and pulled and tore at pieces of him. Filled his mind with dark thoughts. Images of you crying, screaming, burning in fire.

“Please no. Forgive me. I fucked up. I fucked up.”

And then…

They stopped.

He was released in a puff of smoke, the inky, insidious tendrils evaporated and he was left to lay…on a glowing golden cloud.

Eddie looked around and saw…in the distant darkness…another cloud lazily approached. And on it there was a rotund little man with glowing skin and a beatific smile. His eyes crinkled as he got close enough to Eddie where their two clouds merged to become one.

“Who…are you?” Eddie asked dumbly. “Is…”

The man grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

“Is she ok?” He felt relieved when the man nodded sympathetically. “Where are we?”

The man’s eyes closed and the void they were in brightened to reveal…

Unicorns and sword-wielding elves and a palace spire that reached the sky. A stage with a crowd of roaring fans, a large gaming table with a group of eager participants, a comfy sofa and a coffee table with a bowl of popcorn and two steaming mugs of cocoa resting atop it.

All made of golden dust.

“Dreams,” he muttered. “My dreams.”

One of the man’s hands landed on Eddie’s shoulder and the other over his heart. He pressed down carefully and raised a brow in question.

“I do love her,” he whispered to the man, easily able to understand despite the silence. The man patted his hand twice. “And I know. She loves me too.”

The man’s brow became stern and his fist clenched then knocked on Eddie’s chest again. Eddie frowned, and then the man huffed a sigh. Above his head gold dust swirled and suddenly…there you were. A tiny version of you with a sword in one hand and shield in the other. You slashed and hacked as the gold dust turned black and attacked you.

“She’s…” He nodded. “She’s protecting me.”

The man smiled and nodded, the little dust mirage disappeared.

His hands then went and cupped Eddie’s face. He leaned in close and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead.

For the briefest second, Eddie felt the most serene than he had felt in his entire life.

And then it all disappeared.

He woke with a start, tears dripping down his face.

It was dawn, the living room glowed with the rising sun, and you were there. Puffy-eyed and somber, with your hands on his cheeks.

“Hey it’s ok,” you told him. “It was just a nightmare.”

“No, no,” he shook his head. “It’s…it was…it was a dream.”

“Yeah?” You quirked a smile at him. Before you could make a joke, he was upright, engulfing you in a tight hug. “You, uh…sure it wasn’t a nightmare?”

“I’m sure,” he spoke, words muffled in your neck as he willed himself to become one with you. To no avail, of course. Your hand ran over his back, through his hair and you let him have the time he needed.

“Did you know…” he finally spoke. “Did you know that the Sandman is a Guardian?”

You got stiff for a moment, body immediately on the defensive, but as he pulled away to look at you with—he hoped—an apologetic gaze, you relaxed.

“Oh yeah?”

It wasn’t an apology. He could get to that later. But it was enough of one for now, one that you were willing to accept.

“He is the Guardian of Dreams. And he…he doesn’t talk. Did you know that?”

“Well obviously he doesn’t want to wake anyone up,” you gave him a small nod and a smile.

Eddie thought about it for a moment.

“…that actually makes sense.” He pressed his lips to yours for briefly. “I was so…occupied with what I didn’t have that I forgot what it was that I did.”

“Your dreams?”

“Yeah.”

He’d always been a dreamer. Always thought of fantastical far away lands and the most epic future. Filled with adventure and laughter. Friends and fans.

But there was one dream that was his reality, and he would never forget it again.

“And you.”

#hymns of heaven #aasb #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #eddie munson x oc

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demona-andariel · 1 year ago

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Object of Obsession - 1 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,172

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

A fake witch jumped up, cackling through a terrible voice box, causing Gretchen Carter to jump and let out a small scream. Hugging her books closer to her chest she let out a sigh, trying to calm her heart. The damn witch always scared her when she left the public library. She hated the month of October, she hated Halloween and she wasn’t a fan of Haddonfield. But for the fact, that her boyfriend lived in town, she never would have moved. Not that she was staying for very long. Once Brandon figured out what he wanted to do she’d join him. Twenty-two and already financially independent due to her parents dying and her inheriting a bunch of money. It left her with the unique ability to live wherever she wanted and do whatever she wanted.

Nearing her car, she pressed the key fob to unlock her car.

A hand wrapped around her waist and twirled her around, causing her to shriek in delight. “M’lady?” her boyfriend Brandon said as he tipped a non-existent hat. “Will you be joining me on an adventure tonight?”

Her heart jumped at the thought as she leaned up to kiss him. “It is not an adventure we planned?” she asked.

His eyes twinkled. “Can I help you?” he asked as he grabbed the books from her hands. She gulped, not entirely comfortable with it, but didn’t fight him letting him take half the pile. “Learning to cook?” he teased.

She smiled. “I mean, I gotta learn how to be a good housewife right?” she teased back.

He gave her a look then shook his head. “You’re far too independent to be stuck at home all day long,” he commented. Opening the back door to her back seat, he placed the books he had into the backseat and then turned to grab the rest of them. Setting them down, he cocked his head to one side and picked one up. “The Occult World,” he read.

She shrugged her shoulders as she took it from him and set it in her backseat. “It’s almost Halloween and I always get in the mood to read about the supernatural.” It was a half-truth, half-lie. Halloween wasn’t the only time she liked to read up on the occult.

He smiled, taking her words at face value. He rarely questioned her. “Yeah, Haddonfield loves Halloween. As you can tell. You’d think we’d hate it after all those murders years ago. But I don’t know. I remember my mom saying that a mayor wanted to make some money off the tragic events and decided to embrace the Halloween theme. She doesn’t think it’s right since she remembers. She was just a kid then. But, people like making money off tragedies.”

She nodded then shuddered as chills ran through her body. The myth and legend that was Michael Myers. Part of it was based on a true story of that she was sure. He had killed his family as a child, and when he was all grown up, he’d escaped from the mental hospital he was kept in and went to finish the job by trying to kill his sister. While getting to her, he killed multiple other people. He’d been shot and killed, but the locals claimed they never found his body. And his sister disappeared, leaving town to never be seen or heard from again. There were other rumors of sightings of the masked man holding a knife.

Her mind seemed to travel and suddenly she was in a forest area filled with a dense fog. The leaves danced with a sudden breeze and whispered. Danger. She looked up and there he was. He walked out from the fog wearing coveralls, a shiny clean knife in one hand, white mask over his face. The Michael Myers of myth and legend. And he was walking straight for her. She gasped in surprise. The ground was slippery from the morning dew and she slipped on it as she was trying to get away from him, falling on her ass to the ground. Somehow he’d easily walked the distance between them in moments. She looked up as he raised his knife over his head to plunge it down into her heart-

“Gretch?” Brandon asked with concern as he gently pushed her, snapping her back to reality.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she asked. She hated her imagination. It always brought her to places she didn’t want to be.

“You’re looking a little pale. Are you feeling alright?” he asked as he gently cupped her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He searched her eyes. “You know, we don’t have to go through with it tonight. We can do it tomorrow or next month. Or any day.”

She looked up at him, using her hands to roam his body till she could get under his shirt and touch his skin. She rubbed his sides. He let out a cough.

“I want us to have sex tonight. I’m done waiting. You, me, your car, virginity gone!” she demanded.

He gulped, lust entering his eyes. “Then I shall pick you up at 8,” he said, grabbing her hands, he brought them up to his mouth and kissed them.

“And don’t forget to dress up,” she called out. “We’re going to Michaela’s costume party tonight.”

He smiled and blew her a kiss before briskly walking away.

She was glad he left. She wasn’t sure she could control herself much more. Although they’d been dating for a year, they didn’t actually meet in person till this past summer when she’d come up to see him. After that, it was her getting her finances in order, finding a place to rent, and figuring out how to move. She’d been living in town for a little over three months and they still hadn’t done the deed.

Sighing, she got into her car and started the engine. It wasn’t that she was against sex. She just never found the person she wanted to have sex with. But when she met Brandon she knew he was the one. Her soulmate. Her mind had immediately taken her away into a vision of sorts. They were in his car, kissing, touching, petting. They were going to have sex. They both knew it. They both were ready.

A shiver ran down her spine as the idea of what she knew was going to come slowly clouded into darkness. She let out a sigh. Her brain was a funny thing. It liked to tease her about things, but never finish them. But tonight, oh tonight. She was going to finish what her brain started. She felt her stomach flutter at the thought.

A rumble overhead caught her attention. She looked up and frowned as a storm started to take shape.

The sound of people laughing and celebrating grated on him. He wanted to kill them all. He had no reason for it. It was just what he was supposed to do. He watched a group of people in costumes walk along a road as they made their way into a house that was much too loud. Unfortunately, too many people. For now at least. He could pick them off, one by one as they left, most likely drunk and too stupid to notice he was there until he dealt them the killing blow.

But, it wasn’t quite Halloween. Not that day or time mattered, but this time he wanted to start out slow and progress. The town of Haddonfield had made a mockery of him. He was going to make them fear his name. His hand clenched around his knife.

The wind rustled around him. And he looked up toward a hill situated a little bit outside of town. His breathing deepened. He knew that place. The kids called it Lover’s Lane. During his wanderings, he’d seen a car or two parked up there. Young teenagers were fucking. Easy targets.

His body moved automatically as he tried to control his breath. People were wrong in thinking he didn’t feel. He did feel emotion. Butterflies fluttered in his chest at the thought. He was going to start his killing spree again.

Gretchen stared out of the window of her car as Brandon drove them. It was going to rain, she could smell it in the air, she’d seen it in the clouds earlier. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like they were going to fuck outside.

Brandon looked over at her, putting his hand on hers and squeezing. She smiled as she looked over at him. She hadn’t talked much since he’d picked her up. He’d arrived dressed as a knight, and she had dressed up as a princess, making sure that her costume had two separate pieces and a loose enough long skirt to hike up in case she got impatient.

She let him drive her car since her car had the biggest seat of the two. But after they had kissed and headed on their journey she’d been quiet. It wasn’t that she was having second thoughts. Something was bothering her, and she was trying to figure out what.

She’d packed an overnight bag with some extra clothes and she wasn’t exactly sure why. She had a feeling she would need it and she had learned to listen to her feelings.

“Is this it?” she asked excitedly as he turned down a hard-to-see dirt road. The first words that were spoken since they started their journey.

A smile crossed his face as he winked at her.

Her heart skipped a beat. This was it. She couldn’t wait. Before her parents died she’d promised that she’d wait to have sex till she was eighteen. Once she hit eighteen she figured she could wait some more till she found the right guy. She wasn’t in a rush. Looking at Brandon, his wavy short dark-brown hair, dark eyes, and handsome features, she knew she’d hit the jackpot. She shook her head at her silly thoughts. It didn’t matter that he was handsome, that was a bonus. He was kind and gentle, and most importantly, they were connected.

He pulled up to a clearing and parked the car to overlook the town. She let out a gasp as she looked at it from above. It did look quite beautiful.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he looked at her dreamily, running a hand through her long brown hair. His brown eyes met her hazel ones. She caught his hand and planted a kiss on it, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Fuck,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her.

She felt her cheeks go red as she blushed, greedily kissing him back.

“How did I ever get so fucking lucky?” he finally asked, pulling away.

“The gods smiled upon you,” she teased as she pulled down her strapless top. Her breasts popped out and he bit his lip while groaning. She reached out, locking her fingers behind his head as she pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue demanding his. He obliged. His hands ran along her sides till he reached her breasts. She let out a moan as he flicked her nipples and played with them. Why in the world had she waited so long?

She couldn’t wait much longer. Her hands traveled down his body onto his pants, feeling the bulge. She could feel a tingle in her pussy. She was getting wet. Her hands found the button and zipper and she quickly freed his cock. Breaking free from their fondling she looked at it, a smile crossing her face. He was hard and ready for her. He grabbed her hand as she reached for him.

“Uh, Gretch,” his cheeks blushed a deep red. “You got me really hot and bothered earlier today. I don’t think I can last much longer. For right now that is.” He breathed heavily.

“Oh,” she said. Thinking quickly, she climbed over the front seat into the back and slid her underwear down. He quickly joined her, rubbing up against her as he felt for her sex while kissing her again.

Her heart thumped in her chest and she moaned as his fingers found her clit. She let out a giggle as her body filled with intense emotions.

“Are you sure you want to do this here?’ Brandon asked her in concern as he lay over her. “I mean, your apartment.” She nodded then shook her head in answer to his questions. Her mind went back to the images she had when she first met him. They’re in the car. He’s over her. They’re going to fuck. She knows it. Her soulmate- A frown crossed her face as her thoughts turned into darkness once again.

“Gretch?” he asked, noticing the change in her face.

She shook her head, banishing the dark cloud away. This was a good thing. She wanted to lose her virginity to Brandon. He was her soulmate. Her destiny. Her future.

“It’s nothing,” she said, leaning up to kiss him. Her heart pounding with anticipation and- fear?

“This might hurt a little bit,” he said with a shaky voice. “What I’m told.”

“I’m not an idiot,” she grabbed her purse from the back of her seat, digging through it till she found a condom and pulled it out as well as a small bottle of lube. “Safety first! And lube it up, let’s go.”

He let out a chuckle then his breathing deepened as she slowly tore the condom package while looking at him. One of his hands vigorously rubbed one breast, while the other went under her skirt and played with her ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled.

Her eyes danced with mischief. “I know,” she replied. Suddenly, she grew shy again.

She handed him the condom and lube for him to put on. He rolled his eyes as he let her go to roll the condom on. “You’ve done this before,” he commented. It was true. She’d given him blowjobs and handjobs before with and without condoms. But this felt different. For some reason, she felt shy and timid. She wanted him to take charge right now. He’d had sex before. He knew what to do. She wanted him to lead her.

They weren’t exactly comfortable in the backseat of his car. She moved her skirt up, wishing she hadn’t worn her costume. She should have taken the whole thing off, but she was worried that someone else would come along and see her naked.

“Oh wow,” he said, staring at her pussy, making her blush again. He kissed her again and she eagerly returned his kiss, his hands wandering her body, fondling her breasts. She moaned as she moved her hands under his shirt. They had on too many clothes, her brain complained. Deep down she knew it would be way easier with fewer clothes, but they could get real naked another time. Right now, she wanted to get this done. Finally, pulling back he nodded toward her. “Ready?” he asked.

She nodded and looked down to watch. She could feel him staring at her. She could feel the love in his eyes as he started to enter her.

Her senses screamed danger. “Brandon… Brandon!” Gretchen screeched, pushing him away from her, but accidentally toward the danger she saw. Her eyes widened in terror, pressing herself back into her door, quickly covering her body.

Lightning flashed as thunder struck while at the same time the car window busted as an arm with a knife came through, slashing Brandon’s back. He screamed in pain and turned. The hand not holding the knife unlocked the door and threw it open. He didn’t have much time to react as the knife plunged into his leg. Gretchen screamed as she grabbed Brandon, trying to keep him from being dragged out of the car. It was useless. The man pulled Brandon out with ease and he landed with a hard thump on the wet ground. The skies broke and water poured down.

Gretchen screamed as the man pulled Brandon up by his neck with one hand. Brandon started to struggle to escape and to breathe. But the man didn’t seem bothered and barely even moved by Brandon’s effort. Instead, he slowly and deliberately put his knife through the fake knight’s armor, into Brandon’s chest.

Gretchen covered her mouth with her hands in horror as the man waited till Brandon stopped moving. He let the body go and stared at it for a moment as it dropped in a heap at his feet. Her Brandon was dead. Her future was gone. The killer’s body had no real features that she could latch onto. He was a shape in the rain. Slowly, he turned his head and through his mask, looked back at her. Coveralls, a bloody knife, a white mask, emotionless eyes. Michael Myers was real.

Her fight or flight instincts kicked in as she pushed the passenger door open and toppled onto the ground. There was no time to grab her shoes, not that they would have helped as they were high heels. She ran, slipping in the fresh mud, ignoring the pain as she stepped on rocks and twigs. If she made it to the main road she could get a car to stop. Maybe… No! They might not see her with the new downpour. Her mind showed her the way. She had to go into the woods. Michaela’s house was only a mile and a half away if she took the shortcut through the woods.

She had to make it. The trees were within reach. She could make it! She let out a scream as a hand grabbed her hair, pulling her back. How in the world had he caught up to her? She fell to the ground at his feet. The knife was inches from her face. She looked up at him. Was this why the images of her future were dark? Was this how she died?

She could see his eyes through his mask. No emotions. A killer. His hand reached down to grab her neck with one hand while the knife was raised up with the other. He wanted to kill her like he killed Brandon. No! She wasn’t going to die like this. Quickly, she bit his hand, surprising him as he pulled back. She tried to get to her feet and run. This was her moment. His fingers grabbed at her, and she felt a sharp stinging pain as his knife sliced her somewhere. Her feet slipped in the wet grass without having her arms to save her as she was struggling to free her hair from him, she fell. Pain shot through her head and she couldn’t move as the wind was knocked out of her. He stood above her. Brandon’s blood, still coating his knife, slowly dripping down thanks to the rain. So, she was right after all. Brandon was her soulmate. Her blood would soon join his. Damn, she should have had sex with him months ago. It was difficult for her to keep her eyes open. She wanted her killer to see the anger, the defiance. If she became a ghost, she was going to make sure she haunted his ass. The last thing she saw was his knife raised above her and then her world went dark.

Chapter 2 - Unexpected Turn of Events

#michael myers x oc #Smut #horror #noncon tw #Slashers #fanfiction #michael myers fanfic #tw noncon

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year ago

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Ship edit and snippet | The Deceiver and The Wolf | vol. 1 / vol. 2

“It was probably nothing but [at that moment] it felt like the world.”

Mercedes placed the last pieces she had selected for him to 'model' out of a deadman's closet then turned to face Jacob with a triumphant smile, a pesky reminder to what he had haphazardly agreed to without thinking she was actually serious. "I'm not trying any of these.", he muttered, his frown only deepening when he realized if she had gone as far as to actually put together outfits, she was about to force him to wear at least one of them for more than a couple of minutes. Her dark eyes narrowed, shining in determination, "You promised." "It was a joke." A snort left her at the excuse, "I thought you don't do jokes." The glare that usually worked on his men and resulted in them scattering out of his sight had no effect on her, only prompting her to cross her arms over her chest, signaling she wasn't backing down. Goddamn it, woman. "Just one, Mercedes.", the words were but a bitter hiss that won a smile out of her, "So pick accordingly."

"Oh, how generous, Mr. Seed.", her focus returned to the bed that was covered in clothes, index finger running over her lip as she set on making her choice, "You're lucky whoever lived in this cabin was your size. Which reminds me… do you know what happened to him?" "No." His voice was even, emotionless, hiding the lie. Truth was, he had a very good idea of the McNeills fate - Stella had fallen victim to crossfire while the man whose clothes he was about to put on, had become just another failed participant in his trials. Zachary was weak, like so many before and after him, and the moment he had learned about his wife's passing, breaking him had turned into even less of a challenge. Something stopped him from uttering out those morbid details, even when Jacob knew they were bound to put an end to this form of torture she had come up with so early in the morning. The exact price would have been watching her carefree smile disappear from her face. Just power through it. "Off and the rest, too.", she ordered eventually, pointing at his field jacket. He made no move to undress, "Did you even pick anything yet?" "Yes. Now, clothes off, Jacob. Or do you need my help?" "Bossy.", he smirked despite his sour mood, refusing to let how uncomfortable he felt deep down show, "Maybe I should take you up on the offer, would certainly make all this worth the hassle."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as he threw his jacket at her, and she caught it without missing a beat, "Keep your undies on." "Yes, m'am." The sarcasm wasn't lost on her. "Keep this up, and I'm going to make you try on the Clutch Nixon Halloween costume this guy has. You sure would pull off that cape." His hands froze right when they were undoing his jeans, "You wouldn't dare." She cocked her head, sending another grin his way as she watched his progress, "We both know, I absolutely would." Seconds later, she was holding onto everything he was used to wearing while he stood in the middle of the bedroom in just his underwear, "Happy?" "Very. Now turn around and no peeking in the mirror, mister." He complied with a sigh, deciding to get things over with faster, now that he had made it past the point of no return. Jacob felt her approach before a hand appeared to his right, offering him a pair of pants that were thankfully green. Familiar. I can do this. He reluctantly put them on, avoiding his reflection as she passed him a shirt in a lighter shade of green, then a darker colored sweater. The realization she was sticking to what he prefered wearing hit him as he slipped the woolen garment over his head, and she helped him drag it down over his chest, speeding up the process. "See. Wasn't I right?", her hands set on his upper arms before he slowly lowered his eyes to the mirror in front of him for the first time since she had put the whole game in motion.

"I'm not wearing it out.", he grumbled out as he stared at himself, almost not recognizing the man looking back at him. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn civilian clothes. "Pretty please?" "No." She laughed at his sharp reply, coming to stand next to the mirror, "You look dashing." "Compliments won't get you anywhere, sweetheart." The way she bit her lip was the first sign of trouble, "A deal then?" "Absolutely not." He grabbed the hem of the sweater, readying to strip it off when she raised an eyebrow, challenge visible in her gaze. "What are you afraid of?" "I'm not afraid of anything.", he snarled, "I have no time to play dress-up." "You're not even a little bit curious what I will suggest?" "No." He was lying again, and the fact he hadn't removed any of the borrowed clothes told her as much, urging her on. "I will wear whatever you pick tomorrow." Silence took over the room, her steeled expression and demeanor telling him she stood behind her suggestion, further confirming it with the pinkie she offered him. "Deal, Jacob?"

Blue eyes shifted to her hand and then back to her face, "Aren't you worried?" Mercedes released a huff, "About what? You dressing me from head to toe in camo and tactical gear until I'm blending with the woods better than the goddamned trees?" "Last chance to back down.", he tried again, knowing full well she wasn't going to, that the warning was ringing hollow. "I've been told I can pull off even a potato sack." The matter-of-fact statement John probably would have classified as prideful, had he been there. "Deal.", he nodded as he wrapped his pinkie around hers, adding under his breath, "Am I really that predictable?" "Just a tiny bit."

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sweetbillwriting · 1 year ago

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Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 3

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, ageism, all kinds of talk about pregnancy, serious fluff, jealousy, violence, mention about weight, bullying, gossiping.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Bill sat on the bed, watching Aurora by the vanity table braiding her long hair before going to bed. The clock was just 9 PM so he wouldn't go to bed yet but Aurora had been more tired the last week probably because of hormones but it could also be from annoyance. They were home in Sweden again with his daughters, his youngest sleeping in her room while the older ones were playing Playstation in the game room in the basement. Everything would have been cozy and calm if it wasn't for Aurora's bad mood. He wasn't really used to this dragged out bad mood and attitude and how she ignored him. They haven't even kissed for a week and Bill missed her even if she was so close.

"The clock is just 9 PM…" said Bill with a sigh while dragging his palms over his sweatpants. Aurora gave him a quick look in the mirror but then continued to braid her hair without giving him an answer.

"I get that you're tired… Is it because of the baby? Can I help in any way?" said he with a low voice so if one of his children would be close they wouldn't hear the "B word". He could see on Aurora's reflection that his question just made her more irritated and she twisted a hair tie around the end of the braid aggressively.

"Sure you can…" she said sarcastically and shook her head.

"What do you mean by that?" Bill asked but sounded more offended than he wanted to. Aurora turned around and gave him a pointed look.

"Oh, because you were sooo nice to Derwin."

Bill looked away and poked his cheek with his tongue.

"Derwin…" he said and laughed unamused. Now it was he who was annoyed.

"He will be here tomorrow and I am actually worried you will not be able to act like a grown up! I don't know what you're capable of doing!" She said with a louder voice and Bill hushed her softly, afraid his kids would hear. Aurora rolled her eyes. They were quiet and Aurora got into bed annoyed while Bill tried to come up with something to say.

"He's such a wimp…" said he with a low voice and rolled his eyes. As soon as he had said it he knew it wasn't the right thing to say. Aurora gave him a look.

"God, you're unbelievable! I never thought you would be like this! You said when we started to date you weren't the jealous type but Bill…" she gave him a pointed look. "You're extreme. I don't recognize you!"

Bill didn't want to give her the right, even if she was, but the whole thing with Derwin was freaky. She had paid him to come to Sweden and he had been there twice that week to do some weird tantric pregnancy yoga with her and he had seen him drag his dry hands over her bare waist and stood behind her while she stood on all four. Bill wasn't the shallow person but his whole look made it creep inside of him. That ragged beard and sly smirk.

"It's not every day you see Rasputin pressing his hard on against your wife…"

"Who the fuck is Rasputin?" Aurora furrowed her brows and could just hear some Boney M song in her head. Bill rolled his eyes. In reality he was annoyed at himself and the situation but now he got irritated she didn't know who Rasputin was instead.

"I just don't want to hear you moaning by that gross dude's hands when I come home."

"I've actually asked you to be a part of it. But maybe you will hit him too just like you did on Halloween!"

He had hit his friend. He had no idea where the action came from; it was just something about someone sexualizing his wife's pregnancy. His Lou. But he was also irritated that the dude seemed to believe he would tolerate him talking like that. It was enough when he said a more or less sexual comment about her breastfeeding. Bill wasn't at all the violent type but that was just too much. It had just been a punch over his brow, it didn't become more than that but it had made a scene at the party and Aurora went from being proud over him to needing to excuse his behavior. She wasn't pleased at all but relieved it hadn't leaked out to the press. Some of their fans just searched for a reason to spread out how awful they were as a couple.

"Can you just stop with those… I don't know what you call it, with Derwin?" He said with annoyance but also desperation. Aurora looked at his desperate eyes and sighed.

"Fine, but I do it for our baby, you know."

Bill nodded but it got slower and slower while he took in what she said.

"Do you… Want it?"

Aurora smiled irritated but amused at him. He was so stupid sometimes.

"If it's father stops acting like an asshole."

Bill lit up like he hadn't heard the comment about him being an asshole.

He kissed her hard even if she still was annoyed at him. She sighed with a smile and let his hands crawl down under the cover to feel the bump. Bill forgot about his friend and Derwin while crawling down next to Aurora under the cover. Maybe he believed the worst was over now but a pregnancy with Aurora wouldn't be easy, even if he believed he had the experience to handle it calmly.

×××

Bill had been out running in the snow believing it would be fine but he had slipped on some ice. He succeeded in catching himself but instead hurt his wrist and was now pissed. He thought he would be able to come home with new energy and in a sunny winter mood and wake up Aurora with kisses on her neck. The kids were probably still sleeping so he would have Aurora all to himself but now he just felt sorry for himself and hoped he could find something comforting in the fridge.

When he walked in he heard Aurora moan from the living room and his first thought was that he would surprise her just when she pleasured herself and he felt a stir in his running pants.

"Thaaaat's right Lou… That's right… Looou… Good girl…" he heard a familiar voice saying with low voice. Derwin. That fucking perv. Bill, who already was in a bad mood stomped into the living room with his wet sneakers on. Lou sat almost in a split, leaning forward while Derwin stood behind her pressing her back. It wasn't really anything intimate and Bill felt a bit stupid for coming in with such force. Aurora moaned again when Derwin succeeded to push her even further down, closer to the floor.

"Hey?" Said Derwin with that slimy smile towards Bill and released Aurora from his grip. She looked up at Bill but continued to breathe loudly. Breathing exercises for labor. Bill sighed. He really was an asshole. No one said anything so Derwin sat down behind Aurora, with one leg on each side of her and started to massage her back and hips. Bill looked at them for a while then he walked to the bathroom with heavy steps. He hated the guy even if he helped Aurora with her pregnancy. Even if she had actually asked him at first to help her. If it had been normal pregnancy yoga he would have done it but the thing with Derwin was that he practiced yoga by some cult-like group. Bodya Closer Tantric pregnancy yoga or whatever they called it. He was surprised Aurora had fallen for it. Just like himself she had been really skeptical to all such things but after the contact with Derwin online she had been hooked. Hollywood shit, he thought to himself while standing in the shower. A new trendy concept for people with too much money.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door while Bill was deep in his annoyance and self pity over his wrist. He turned the water off and listened for a few seconds.

"Aa?" He said in Swedish, a sound of questioning. His oldest opened the door a bit without looking at her dad in the shower.

"Who is the creepy dude in the kitchen?"

Bill sighed loudly.

"Aurora's yoga guru or something. Keep away from him."

His oldest looked towards the kitchen where Aurora stood in shorts and a tight sports bra. It seemed like she had gotten a boob job but she didn't dare asking either her or her father. The creepy guy leaned against the counter while Aurora made tea for them. For Bill's daughter it was obvious the dude watched Aurora a bit too closely but Aurora just continued to talk and even swayed her back and threw around her hair. She stretched but it looked more as if she was showing off her ass.

"Dad… You should really come out. I don't like this…" said his daughter and Bill didn't hesitate to listen to her. He put on a robe and walked out of the bathroom and saw Aurora holding on to the counter with her back curved while the man held a hand on the small of her back. The man smirked to himself and was pleased that Aurora's size made it possible for him to shift between looking at her bouncing tits and her ass.

"The work out session is over. My wife needs to rest," said Bill, determined as he walked up to them. Aurora stood up from her position and gave Bill an annoyed look.

"Oh, okay. It would be awesome if you could give her thighs a loving touch, we haven't done…"

"Loving touch?" Bill said angrily. His daughter stood in the door opening and also wondered who this creep actually was and why Aurora even wanted him close.

"It's just a name for the exercise."

The guy smirked at Bill but gave Aurora's thighs a look while she continued with the tea in embarrassment. Once again Bill was rude and jealous and Aurora couldn't see why. Bill looked at the guy pissed. He was so annoyed that Aurora couldn't see what the guy was actually doing. She just believed he was some sort of harmless hippie but he acted like a predator.

"Time to go," said Bill just to him and Aurora turned around. Her ponytail and breasts moved with the motion and both the men looked at her with heavy eyes.

When Bill realized that there was an audience to Aurora's too small top he pulled her close to his side, covering her with his long arms. He gave Derwin a challenging look who smirked back. He probably didn't know he would be fired soon.

"Namaste," he said as a goodbye with a deep bow and gave Bill a final smug look.

Aurora pushed Bill away when Derwin had left and gave his daughter a look. She knew what it meant and she walked up the stairs. She had learned now that her father actually could do some stupid things, the same things she had seen her own boyfriend do.

Aurora crossed her arms and looked up at Bill pissed. Even if she was much smaller than him in every way he always got nervous when she looked at him like that. He didn't want to disappoint her, he wanted to be the perfect husband but it was hard when people like Derwin were close to Aurora.

"You said you would stop… The yoga thing with him," muttered Bill as he messed with the coffee machine to have something to do.

"Yes, but it felt really rude to do it the same day as our booking," said Aurora and looked at Bill's broad back in the dark gray robe. He didn't say anything but when Aurora continued to fix her tea he turned to her.

"He actually looked at you really… Scary."

Aurora looked up at Bill with a serious expression but then looked at him with sympathy.

"Just because you think I'm… Attractive doesn't mean everyone thinks the same. You must stop believing every guy looks at me 'inappropriately'."

Bill didn't like how she spoke to him. Like he was just paranoid. There were too many men that looked at her, especially now with the boobs but he didn't want to comment on her chest because it would just make her insecure.

"You aren't just attractive Lou…" he said defiantly and leaned his head back with a sigh.

"Neither are you! But I don't treat all the women close to you badly because of it."

Bill sighed. He knew they wouldn't get anywhere with this, instead he leaned down so much he could put his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Aurora looked at his big eyes and dragged her finger along the crease under one of them.

"Yeah, yeah. But you must stop being so jealous. It's not good for any of us. Not this girly either." She laid his hand on her lower stomach and it made Bill smile. He moved so he could stand behind her and drag both his hands over her belly.

"Girly?" He said with amusement. He hoped for a son for obvious reasons.

"You can only make girls. All your sperm are girls, that's why you're such a kind, soft man."

Bill made a sound, a mixed sound between a laugh and a grunt but then started to kiss Aurora's neck and dragged his hands up to her chest. They hadn't slept with each other for so long so even if they knew his daughter was up they took the risk and moved to the laundry room to connect.

×××

Aurora was in a bad mood again. This time because of hormones. To make herself calm and happy she watched the most girly comedies she could find but instead of laughing she cried during every cute scene, every happy ending. Bill's daughters looked at her strangely while she ate peanut butter from the jar and drank the awful tea she had gotten from Derwin. Bill tried to occupy his girls with baking and Christmas card making but all of them were a bit too interested in Aurora. She had never acted like that before.

"Is she sick?" Asked his youngest. They made bread for Christmas and she stood on a chair next to him by the counter. His middle daughter stood on the side mixing the dough and his oldest sat by the table making Christmas candy. Bill didn't know how to answer his youngest so he stood for a long time looking out the window.

"It's the operation, right? Tuva's sister got all weird after," said his oldest without looking up from her work.

"Operation?" Bill looked at his oldest daughter confused.

"Mm? The boobs?"

"The boobs?" Asked his youngest and looked down at her own flat chest like the answer would be written there.

"What are you talking about?" Bill said with feigned confusion. He knew what she believed but felt it was best to act like he didn't understand.

"The boob job? Her tits are much bigger! Like, on her it's so obvious because of how petite she is but also because of all her tight clothes. And the video? Her tits were the only thing you're looking at!"

He dragged his hands over his face and could feel his younger daughters' worried eyes on him.

"Aurora has just put on some weight. And her weight was placed at her chest. Okay? And don't ask her about it. It's… sensitive." He said at first annoyed but it turned to pedagogic. He knew it was a better way to reach them than annoyance. His oldest looked at him with a smirk, like she didn't believe him but continued with the candy in silence. His youngest continued to look at her chest.

"When will I get boobs?" She asked her dad. Hopefully never, thought Bill to himself.

"When you're older. Much older," he just said and turned to his middle daughter's baking. He really needed a guy in his family.

While the bread was in the oven, Bill walked out to Aurora who sat and watched the movie Never Been Kissed and had moved the piano keyboard to stand in front of her. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her braids were all messy. The sport bra sat tight over her chest and Bill looked at her chest discreetly before saying hello to her. It actually looked like she had gotten a boob job. By a really great surgeon.

"Hey…" said Aurora and moved the piano keyboard away to make room for him.

"Are you okay?" He sat down next to her and let her put her feet in his lap.

"Yeah, it was just that scene where they're throwing eggs at her… In that awful dress you know?"

Bill smiled a little. He would never have known a few years ago but thanks to Aurora he knew the plot for many high school movies.

"It made you sad?" He asked carefully. He knew he shouldn't make fun of her, then she would be even more hormonal. Aurora nodded and scooted closer to him.

"You know… I really want this baby. Because it's yours. Because obviously it's made with love and not like planned and unromantic. This is a love child."

She dragged her hand over the bump and Bill looked at her with love and hugged her closer.

"So maybe we should do a reveal? I am invited to a late show, maybe I could wear a crop top set and just show off my belly? Like just a bustier kind of thing and a little skirt?"

It was not what Bill expected to hear. This was their pregnancy, no one else's.

"Pink, of course. I think Versace had something in their spring collection…" continued Aurora and took her phone to show him. Bill sat quietly and looked out over the room. Everyone would sexualize her pregnancy. Their pregnancy.

"Look! This is cute, right!" She showed him a pink two piece set with the stomach bare from under the breasts down to the hips. Glittery pink with bare shoulders and long sleeves. White silver sandals with chunky heels. It was a Barbie look, as usual.

"It's not meant for someone pregnant," said Bill with a bored tone.

"They can fix that! I can just call Donatella!" She said more happy than she had sounded all week. Bill didn't want to destroy that so he continued to look at catwalk pictures with her. His ex had started to look at the interior of a baby room at this time in the pregnancy, Aurora was looking at glitter mini skirts and sky high heels. He really tried to not compare because they had just decided to keep the baby but it was hard when he had done this three times before. He dragged his hand over the bump and it made Aurora giggle.

"It tickles!" She said and pushed his hand away while giggling. Bill smirked. He should really not compare because Aurora was Aurora. The sunshine girl, pregnant with their love child. They were just like how she sang in her new song "just as perfect for each other like two cherries on the same stem." It was about them, everyone could listen to how much she loved him but he didn't want everyone to also be a part of them having a baby.

"Can't we just….Try to have it private?" He said softly when Aurora had calmed down from the tickling and sat pressed against his side. Aurora continued to look at the Versace outfit then smiled a little sadly.

"You know we can't…"

"It's easier than you think. We kept the wedding private."

"Yes but that was a day, this is months. And I have press, talk shows and public attendances."

Bill sighed and leaned forward. This was a thing they would always have problems with. Aurora feeling the pressure to be so public. She didn't post much on social media but she just jumped into the press bubble as soon as someone asked. After their wedding she had talked about them and even mentioned his kids on a radio interview. He knew she had more nosy fans and sometimes she needed to say something to just calm the rumors down but it was hard for him, he had decided early in his career to try to keep the spotlight on his performances.

"You know I must. I haven't released any new material for a long time. And I want to. I miss it."

Bill himself wasn't a fan of any of the things she had mentioned but he wasn't as trained as her. She was natural and sweet in the spotlight. Funny and sexy in the talk show chair. He still could get nervous. He actually became more nervous after getting together with a young woman that did everything so graciously. His ex wasn't better than him with press and also got nervous and uptight while Aurora walked into the talk shows with the highest heels and played silly games with the host. Of course she missed it.

"You know, the girls think you have gotten a boob job," said he with fake amusement. He knew it was low. He didn't know why he said it, or he did know, he knew he said it to maybe make her feel put off from the spotlight but he felt bad at once. Fuck, he really needed to work at this pocessiveness.

"But it's probably just them. They're kids," he said, trying to smooth it over. Aurora was quiet and Bill hugged her to his side again, afraid he had hurt her.

"No. I put up a silly video of my yoga yesterday and like a million people asked if I've gotten a boob job. But that's what I mean! I can't hide this!" She motioned to her chest and belly. "I should just be open with it." She turned her gaze down to her phone again and continued to look at more pictures of the Versace look. It wasn't what Bill had expected to hear at all but she was right. They would never be able to do this privately even if he wanted to. Maybe if she was on a break but she was releasing a new song on Friday. A new song, pictures and the concept for her new album. In four weeks she would go to L.A. and do press for it. Everyone would see how her body had changed.

×××

Two weeks later they sat opposite Bill's ex in her kitchen. Her and Bill's old kitchen. Aurora didn't like being there because even if she was Bill's wife it felt like walking into something that wasn't completely ended. His ex has pictures of all five of them together and also a collage their oldest daughter made when she was younger of a picture of her and Bill embracing. His ex had given her a tour once, showing her their daughters' room but also pointing out nostalgic stuff in the apartment. Aurora had looked at the bed and wondered if it was the same as when Bill lived there. It had been six years ago now since they separated so she hoped, for his ex's sake, she had bought a new one.

Now they were here in secret while the kids were at school. Bill still tried to be less intimate with Aurora when they met with his ex, just out of respect so he didn't even have his hand on her thigh. Aurora had been annoyed in the beginning that he couldn't just touch her, hold her but she could now see how it would be a bit much. There was no reason for them to shove their happiness in her face, especially not now when she was single again and they were married with a baby on the way.

"We must tell the kids before they hear it from another source. But of course, we want to have your opinion on this," said Bill to his ex. Aurora sat quiet and looked at his ex with big brown eyes. Bill's ex had accepted her but there were many things that annoyed her; the giggle, the fame, everyone's interested in her, the cute outfits, her height, the perfect manicured nails but maybe mostly the doe eyed look. She shook her head of annoyance when Aurora looked at Bill and he gave her a calming, loving look.

"Fine but… I heard about Halloween. Bill, I don't know what's affecting you so negatively but you can't be in fights. The kids don't need that."

"They don't know any…"

"What do you mean by that? 'What's affecting him negatively'? If you mean that I affect him negatively you can say it!" Aurora was upset. Bill looked at her shocked. She wasn't a confrontational person at all but maybe the person inside of her was. His ex looked just as shocked at Aurora and laughed nervously.

"It was a stupid jealous thing. Bill is the same as he has always been, just protective," continued Aurora with an attitude and leaned back in the chair with crossed arms like a teenager. Bill smiled a bit uncomfortably and looked between his wife and his ex-girlfriend who looked at Aurora with raised brows and at Bill like she expected him to react the same.

"It's just that. Bill isn't jealous. Right? You are not jealous?" Said his ex.

Bill sat quietly because he knew the answer to the question but didn't know how to say it.

"I'm not the jealous type but it's… Different with Aurora…" he heard himself, how it sounded but looked at his wife who he couldn't see a flaw on and knew he couldn't say it another way.

"It's not just me that thinks she's perfect…" he said with a low voice, his thoughts running out his mouth like liquid. Aurora turned her eyes towards Bill and smiled at him with love. Her eyes were shiny and he understood it was more difficult than he had understood to control her hormones while together with his ex. His ex looked at them with disgust but in reality it was hurt feelings. He had never fought for her, never seen other men as a threat but with Aurora he acted like a knight in shining armor.

"So when will you tell them?" She asked so Bill and Aurora would stop looking at each other with sugar sweet lovey dovey eyes. Bill turned to her but took Aurora's hand in his so she would calm down.

"I guess tomorrow night, at dinner. We have a doctor's appointment today we want to go to before. You know, ultra sound and such things," said he and tried to hide the smile that wanted to burst in his face. His ex knew how much he loved that part but wondered how much he would love it with Aurora then. She sighed but smiled. She had accepted Aurora. Even if she was just a kid compared to Bill but she was good with their kids and was sweet and kind. Except now.

"Okay, okay… But, no more fights. And remember that they can't keep a secret," She said about the kids, she believed Bill would smile knowingly at her, an inside joke, instead he just sat and watched his wife like she was made of gold and diamonds.

Bill and Aurora walked hand in hand directly from his ex to the woman’s clinic. Bill smirked to himself and rubbed his eye over and over and Aurora looked at him with a questioning smile. Bill thought about something, something that made him smirk but also looked a bit embarrassed.

"What is it?" Aurora asked with a silly whiny voice and played with his hand between both of hers. Bill exhaled deeply with a smile and then looked down at Aurora. He rubbed his eye again and with his thumb and forefinger he wiped the corners of his mouth.

"It's just… It's silly really," said Bill but stopped talking to watch the blue sky. "How in love I am with you. I didn't believe I could be like this. No one believed that, probably. And…" He shifted between smiling and furrowed his brows in confusion. "And, fuck. I should really check myself so it doesn't spill out in front of others."

Aurora gave him a warm smile but with a hint of disappointment.

"I want you to be messingly in love with me in front of others too. I know you have been all private and collected with your love life before… " she thought back to his ex's face while she watched Bill be dopy in love. "But we have more than that. Our love is too big to be that sort of love. I know your love for me spills over just like my love for you spills over. My love for you is my fuel. I can't hide it."

They had stopped outside the women's clinic and Aurora pressed her body against Bill's. Everything she said was true, for her it was so easy to always let love guide her and Bill felt he might have started to do the same. He bent down and took a passionate grip of her face with both hands and gave her a knee weakening kiss. It was silly, all of it, for him still confusing and overwhelming. And now they had a baby on its way.

Aurora sat in the examination chair with her shirt pulled up and her high waisted pants unbuttoned. Bill sat next to her and together they waited on the doctor. Bill dragged his hand over the little bump on Aurora's belly, that was bigger and rounder, while they waited.

"It's nice to see you again," said the same doctor they had met when they thought about having an abortion. Aurora smiled a little but felt shame when she thought back at that moment. Now it felt so natural to keep the baby even if she had never been able to see herself as a mother before.

"So week 19, the time goes fast. I understand it has been a lot for you these past weeks but it's good you're here for a check up now," said the doctor as they fixed the monitor.

"Yeah, hopefully in a few weeks the both of us can go into a slower pace," said Bill and took Aurora's hand instead of having it on her belly.

"That sounds good," said the doctor with a broad smile. Aurora smiled too but it didn't seem completely genuine and it wasn't. She didn't want to go at a slower pace. She wanted to meet people, dance and have passionate hard sex. She didn't want to lean back and be a baby machine, she wanted to show off her belly but also make use of her last moments childless well.

The doctor dragged the ultrasound wand over Aurora's stomach and Aurora looked at her husband instead of the screen. His eyes were big and round while watching the movement on the screen. She smiled a little because of his excitement. She couldn't really see what was so special with an ultrasound but it was special to see him like that. He was so childlike even as he tried to see his fourth child on the screen.

"And there… There it is…" said the doctor. Aurora continued to look at Bill. She could see his pupils move fast but focused on the screen and how the white of his eyes got shiny. He smiled with an open mouth in wonder and moved closer to the screen while playing with her hand in his. Aurora smiled amused at him but didn't look at the screen, she wasn't that interested. All ultrasounds look the same, while her husband's face changed every day and had hundreds of different expressions. Bill turned towards his wife and met her eyes. She giggled a little and shook her head.

"What?" He said and smiled but his eyes were still glossy.

"You're so sensitive," she joked and continued to giggle. Bill smiled amused but turned his eyes towards the screen again. He was mesmerized and just wanted to see the baby's movement. He heard Aurora giggle and after a while he turned to her. She still watched him.

"Are you looking at the screen?" He said with a confused smile. Aurora shrugged her shoulders and gave the screen just a quick glance.

"Isn't it amazing?" Said Bill and smiled carefully. He felt the worry in his belly because of her behavior. Didn't she want this?

Aurora looked at the screen and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at the screen uninterested until she saw the baby actually move and a foot looked like it came kicking towards the screen. Aurora got goosebumps and shook her head with a smile. Tears had started to run down her cheeks and now Bill looked at her in fascination instead. He got it now. She still believed she wasn't like other women, like she wouldn't be as emotional. She wasn't a baby person but now she realized that she was a person that had a fascination for her own baby.

"That's…" She cried so much she couldn't talk now and Bill moved closer to her.

"That's our baby…" she cried and continued to look at the screen. That was really a baby. Their child. Maybe she hadn't wanted children before but now she doesn't want anything else than this baby. She wished she could have it in her arms right then and there.

×××

Bill and Aurora stood backstage on the talk show. A makeup artist made her perfectly glowing while her hair laid in long blown out curls and held back with a thick hair band in the same shade as her dress. Bill smiled at her, because she was so gorgeous but also because she had skipped that two piece Versace outfit. Instead she had a short silky dress in baby pink that showed off her bump. Every person backstage had graduated them, Bill was more comfortable with it then Aurora. She didn't really like that people examined her body up close but smiled like it wasn't a problem. Aurora smiled back at Bill who sat on a high chair next to the make up mirror. They had asked if he also wanted to be a part of the interview but he felt it was a little too private to welcome questions to them both, like they were a part of a reality show. Aurora looked Bill up and down. She had a horny period and watched his biceps in his black button up, his big hands on his thick thighs. She had seen how the stylists looked at him, his height, the hypnotic eyes. She understood people hadn't realized how handsome he actually was until he stood in front of them.

"Aurora?" He said with a smirk when he saw her look at him that way. He knew she was in a horny period, it was obvious because she pushed her ass against his crotch as soon as they were alone.

"Hm?" She said distantly.

"Simone is talking to you." He nodded towards the make-up artist who smiled amused. It wasn't often she met a couple that so obviously thought filth about each other with her in the room.

"I asked how Christmas and New Years were."

"Oh," Aurora smiled and dragged a hand over her belly. "Great. Great." She looked at Bill who smiled warmly at her. It had been special because of her big birthday party in London and then Christmas where his daughters had got the best gift ever. A sibling. Because of her pregnancy his two youngest wanted to be close to her all the time and if they couldn't they got angry, while Aurora's mother stressed about the nursing room, baby clothes and girl names. They did New Years without kids and celebrated it with her friends in New York. Rappers and pop girlies. Bill felt a bit uncomfortable in the beginning of their relationship in the crowd but had found his place now, even if he became a bit of a wise dad with the young guys. He didn't mind it, he was older. Aurora talked with Simone about Christmas and New Years while people dragged her from all directions. When Bill did TV performances it never was such a big thing. With Aurora there were several stylists, PR people and a voice coach surrounding her. Bill himself became annoyed at all the people but Aurora just stood in the middle and let stylists preen her hair and body parts, PR people reading the script and her voice coach helping her do voice exercises. Bill just sat on his high chair and hoped it would be over soon.

He got a bit nervous when he sat in front of a screen backstage. The leather couch he sat on was uncomfortable and the coffee he had gotten was more or less just water. He looked at the screen, seeing the host talk about his girl and knew she stood behind the door listening to the audience's cheers. He was rarely nervous like this but he knew what questions Aurora would get. About her pregnancy, about their marriage and then about the new record. He knew what Aurora would say and it was nothing weird at all. The only thing he was nervous for really was the lift. They would talk about her and Bill's height difference and then talk about how she climbed him like a tree and then she would show the host.

Bill looked at Aurora in her cute little outfit, took off her high heels and stood up by the host that said a funny comment about her height then they moved away to the open floor next to the host's desk. She explained how she used to put her feet on Bill's thigh and how he would bend it and then straighten it out so she came up and could put her other leg on his hip. Aurora and the host had practice on it, Bill had even been there to show how easily she climbs him and how he is there at once to catch her.

Aurora and the host stood in profile so it wouldn't be as easy for the crowd to look under Aurora's dress and stiffly they made the lift. Aurora just giggled at it all and Bill smiled to himself. She was a natural. He was proud of her, oh so proud but he was afraid of what would happen now, when everyone knew they were having a baby.

×××

"No… It was not too much. It was fun. And you looked amazing," said Bill with a big smile. They sat close together in the limo, back home to their suite at the luxury hotel. Aurora had taken off her heels and laid up her legs in Bill's lap and he dragged his hand between her waist and the bump. He didn't remember his ex having such a big bump already in week 22 but he guessed it was because of Aurora's size. Sometimes he was nervous that the baby's coming from him would be too big for her body. Maybe it wasn't logical but he still got a little nervous when he saw how fast Aurora's body changed.

Aurora smiled at his words and kissed him. He kissed her right after and just like that they made out passionately. Aurora could hear Bill's heavy breathing and how he started to grow in his slacks. It was all a real turn on and she could feel herself get really wet by his kisses and sounds. She felt a stab in her belly, probably pre period cramps so she didn't think about it. Sex would always solve that. She had felt it a bit before and during filming too but she could get a belly ache when she was excited. She felt how the pain grew and was forced to take a break. Did you really get period cramps when you were pregnant? And did this even feel like period cramps?

Bill looked at Aurora's pained face and tried to catch her eyes.

"Hey hey… What is it?" He asked softly and dragged his hands over her shoulders.

Right then the pain went from something she could handle to something that took over. She made a loud sound of pain and leaned her head back. Bill watched her face in worry and took a fast look down to her belly and then he saw it. On the front of Aurora's baby pink dress was a red stain that grew while he was looking at it.

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Tarlos @flufftober day 6 (day 5 is coming ASAP)

Alt prompt #3 Wearing each other's clothes (it's in there if you squint!)

The perfect costume (AO3) Nancy is throwing a Halloween party, TK wants the perfect outfits for him and Carlos. ---

“Hey babe where is your spare uniform?”

Carlos paused for a second, trying to make sense of the greeting, before sliding the door shut and dropping his keys on the table.

“Uhm... I'm wearing it... Why?”

TK looked at him.

“Why are you wearing your spare uniform?”

“Well sometimes when you wear your clothes, they get dirty and you need to wash them.” Carlos replied, snaking his arms around TK's waist and pulling him in for a kiss hello.

“Yes, I know that, smart ass. But didn't you just wash it over the weekend?”

“I did. And then I wore it and it got dirty and now I have to wash it again. Why are you so interested in my uniform? Are you thinking of another career change?”

“What? No. Nancy would never allow it anyway.”

“Pity. I think you'd be a good cop.”

“You just want me to be a rookie so you can boss me around.”

Carlos grinned.

“You've never complained about that before.”

“Hmm true. Very true.” TK said while unbuttoning Carlos' uniform shirt and moving his head to the side to give Carlos better access to his neck.

“You smell nice.” Carlos commented between kisses. “I love coming home to you when you've had the day off. You're all relaxed and happy to see me.”

“I'm always happy to see you. TK said, pulling his shirt free and slipping it off his shoulders.”

Carlos' hands slipped under his shirt and tried to pull it up over his head.

Only instead letting Carlos undress him or undressing himself, TK stepped out of Carlos' embrace and put his uniform shirt on.

“How do I look?”

“What?”

“How do I look?” TK asked again, doing up the buttons.

“You'd look a lot better wearing a lot less clothes.” Carlos said, trying to get TK back on the same page.

“We'll have plenty of time for that later. We need to figure this out now.”

“Figure what out?” Carlos asked, struggling to keep up with his husband's train of thought.

“My costume. For Nancy's Halloween party.”

“The Halloween party that's over three weeks away?”

“Yeah I know it's kind of short notice, that's why I thought I'd go with this to save time. What are you going as?”

“Your very confused and slightly sexually frustrated husband?”

“Babe. Come on, focus.”

Carlos sighed and resigned himself to the fact TK's mind was too busy with this costume thing to get him in the mood for any fun stuff. He sat down at the dining room table.

“Why are you so stressed about your costume? The party is three weeks away. That's plenty of time to come up with something.”

“Yeah but I want it to be good. It needs to be really good.”

“Why? It's a party thrown by our friend, not a competition.” Carlos pointed out and then narrowed his eyes at his husband. Please tell me you don’t have some kind of bet going with Nancy.”

“No, I just want to look good. Nance and Marjan have been plotting and planning for days. Which isn't fair to the rest of us because they work together so they see each other every day. I think they're going with some kind of couple's costume.” TK complained but then his eyes lit up. "We could do a couples costume too! I can arrest you and put you in handcuffs! You have a set of handcuffs at home don’t you?” he grabbed Carlos’ work bag and started digging through it.

“And have everyone make fun of me the entire time we're there? I don't think so.”

“What do you want to go as then?”

“I don't know. Maybe I'll just put on my yoga clothes and go as yoga instructor or something.” Carlos shrugged.

“You cannot go to a party in yoga clothes.” TK dropped the bag and walked over to the table. “I won't be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.” Carlos grinned and pulled TK into his lap. “I happen to like your hands all over me.” He angled his face up as a silent request for a kiss. TK rolled his eyes fondly before giving in.

“You know I like having my hands all over you too.” He continued when they broke the kiss. “But we can’t do that at a party with our friends.”

“Good thing we’re at home then. With no plans for the next 24 hours.”

Carlos started undoing the buttons on his uniform shirt that TK was wearing and pushed it off his shoulders before dropping it somewhere on the floor, and moving on to TK’s own shirt.

“Babe… we can’t leave these costumes until the last minute.” TK said, trying very hard to not let himself get lost in Carlos’ kisses and touches.

“We have three weeks. We’ll think of something.” Carlos insisted, yanking TK’s shirt over his head and giving him a triumphant grin. “Right now, there are other things I think we should focus on.” He said and started kissing TK’s bare chest.

“You’re impossible.” TK said but moved so he was straddling Carlos’ lap and pulled him into a heated kiss.

“Yeah, yeah.” Carlos said between kisses and stood up and hoisted TK up on the table. “You love it.”

Later, after they’d made it to bed for more comfort, they lay wrapped up in each other while coming down from their high.

“You know.” TK started while absent mindedly drawing shapes on Carlos’ bare skin with his fingers. “My old turnout gear is still at the station. You would fit that. We could do a red vs blue thing.”

“Are you actually kidding me? Are you still thinking about that Halloween party?” Carlos pushed himself up on his elbows and gave his husband an exasperated look. “And here was me thinking you were enjoying things as much as I was.”

“I was! Am! My mind just kind of… wandered just now.”

“Right. That’s what everyone wants to hear after sex.”

“At least it wasn’t during.” TK teased but the look on Carlos’ face told him that had been the wrong thing to say. “No baby, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I want us to look nice for the party.”

“The fact that you’re thinking about that now really isn’t doing anything for my ego, you know.” Carlos muttered, dropping back onto the mattress. “I think I’ll just cut two holes in a sheet and be done with it.”

Over the next few days, TK had decided on Carlos’ spare uniform as his outfit for the party, but Carlos himself had yet to pick something and it was driving TK mad.

“How about you also go as a cop? We’ll be a duo.”

“I’m not wearing my uniform to a party. It’ll be like I’m going to work.”

“You don’t like anything else I suggest. If you leave it too long there won’t be anything left in stores.”

“Maybe I’ll just wear something of yours. I’ll go as husband who is obsessed with finding the perfect costume for a Halloween party.” Carlos teased and pressed a kiss to TK’s lips before grabbing his work bag and heading out the door with an “I love you, see you at lunch” thrown over his shoulder.

As the days passed and the party kept getting closer, TK’s frustration with his husband continued to grow.

Carlos insisted he’d found a costume for Nancy’s party but refused to tell him what.

“You’ll see at the party.” He’d just said with that mischievous smile on his face TK loved so much.

He’d tried everything from sex, to cooking his favourite food (with help and encouragement from Andrea), to asking his sisters in law for tips on how to make Carlos talk.

Unfortunately nothing worked and up until the day of the party he didn’t have a clue what Carlos’ costume was going to be.

“I don’t understand why he won’t just tell me.” TK complained, adjusting his duty belt, wondering how Carlos could wear it all day and still move. He’d worn most of Carlos’ actual gear on the belt and it was heavy and bulky and uncomfortable.

“Maybe because you’ve been going crazy over it?” Marjan suggested. She was dressed in a long black dress as Morticia Addams, while Nancy wore a pinstripe suit and a fake moustache as Gomez. They looked great together and it made TK more annoyed with his husband’s secrecy.

That and the fact he wasn’t there because he had to cover a shift for one of his colleagues and had promised him to meet him at Nancy’s place the moment he was done.

“You’ll find out soon enough, he just texted me that he’s on his way.” Nancy told him and handed him a drink.

“Why is my husband texting you and not me?”

“I don’t know.” Nancy shrugged. “Probably because he didn’t want to be interrogated about his costume.”

About fifteen minutes later the bell rang and Nancy went to open the door.

“Oh my god dude you look amazing! TK is going to lose his mind!” TK heard her say followed by the unmistakable sound of his husband’s laugh.

“Let’s hope so. It’s taken a lot of planning.”

TK got up to take a look and could barely believe his eyes when Carlos walked into the room.

He was wearing a full luchador costume, looking like he’d just stepped out of the ring. Brightly coloured boots laced up to his mid calves, leggings TK recognised as the ones he used for yoga, but with flames painted on the sides, knee pads, a pair of shorts with the Mexican flag on one of the legs, glitter on his chest, a cape around his neck, and a mask that covered the top half of his face.

“How do I look, officer Reyes?” Carlos asked innocently.

“Oh my god.” TK muttered, shamelessly checking his husband out.

“You approve? Lexi and Luisa helped me put it all together and get ready. There is glitter all over the place back home now though.”

“I really don’t care.” TK said, pulling him close and keeping him in place with one hand on the string of the cape around his neck, and the other on the back of his mask and kissing him in a way that wasn’t entirely suitable for the situation. “We’re going home early.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #flufftober2023 #tk strand #carlos reyes #my writing

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