#fictober day 8

[meanwhile-in-hell]

tooday shax went to earth to pick up her mail from the demon the traiter crowley. they met at their yewsual bench at the duk pond, where they’ve met many times over the last few years. the storm over london seemd to clear just before their skeduled meeting tyme…possibly becawse shax and crowley expected it to.

after collecting her subscriptions and bills and trading some info about the goings on in hell and on earth, they looked out at the smiling laughing hyoomans walking past them. demons aren’t really meant to do happyness. but, cawsing panic and tormenting and tempting and being generally evil surely makes demons happy.

…righte?

she thought abowt their conversayshun on this bench last summer when crowley had sed something about angels and demons being ‘poyntless.’ she felt uncomfortabull but she was suddenlee saying “you know…sometymes i look arownd hell and wonder… are they happy? are we happy?”

after a whyle, crolwey sed “shax, i think we can sayfely say that we are not.”

he left her siting on the bench alowne and soon the storm started up uhgain.

@meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat

[non-cannon]

“Are we happy?” I ponder. It doesn’t really feel like we’re happy. Are we supposed to be happy? Are we supposed to be sad? It feels like we’re trapped somewhere in between. Neither happy nor sad, but a twisted apathy instead.

“Are we happy?” That’s the question I suppose. I don’t think we’re depressed, or sad, or angry. But I don’t think we’re happy. Things could be worse, but they ain’t happy. We ain’t happy.

Could we be happy separately, even if we’re not happy together? Would that be enough? Would that work? Would the apathy be any less suffocating alone. Would loneliness replace it? Are we lonely now? Is the veneer of togetherness hiding the truth of isolation? Would true isolation be better than this?

Are we in the way of each other happiness? Are we holding each other back? We were supposed to be happy together. We are supposed to stay together through the good times and the bad. But this time is neither. Neither happy nor sad; just gray.

Maybe we’ll be sadder apart. Maybe we’ll break each other’s heart. Maybe we already are. Maybe the sadness of separation will break the nothing we feel now. Maybe we need to feel sad before we can feel glad again.

Anyone who argues that happiness is the lack of sad, the lack of mad, the lack of bad, is a fool. The lack of a negative does not equal a positive. We may not be sad, but we aren’t happy. Not even close.

I think we were happy, once, and maybe we can be happy again. But not with each other. Not together. The nothingness has gone on for too long. I want what we once had, but I barely remember it. Maybe we can fix it, maybe we can be happy and sad and all other emotions together again, but I don’t know how, and I don’t know that I want to. I don’t know that it’s worth it.

“Are we happy?” you ask.

And I say “No”, firmly, definitively, with no room for doubt.

“But we aren’t sad.” You protest.

“So, what I ask? What about the numbness? The emptiness? The loneliness? The nothing? I would rather be sad than this.”

You say nothing.

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober 2023 Day 8

Prompt 8: “Give me that, before anything happens.”

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Dan Heng couldn’t help but sigh at the two women with him. It was bad enough when he had just March to look after but then Stelle joined the party. Now he had two to watch out for. And unbelievably, Stelle was even more wild with what she got into than March had ever been. Still, he couldn’t say he hated it either. They were, after all, his best friends and the Express wouldn’t be the same without either of them. 

There were times when they tested his patience, however. Now was one of those times, the trio wandering around a ruin to find the requested item deep inside. Of course plans had never been easy when the Nameless were involved but shouldn’t have been this hard.

Stelle tossed a hand sized stone ball they had found from hand to hand, looking about her as they moved deeper. Runes had been engraved in the ball indicating that it was probably used for something here. True to her nature, the peculiar girl had managed to find it in her perpetual search for trash and chose to bring it along.  

“If you keep doing that, you’ll drop it.” Dan Heng intoned.  

“It’s fine.” She answered as calmly as ever. None of Dan Heng’s stares or warnings ever seemed to rile her. “I’m not March.” 

“I heard that!” March protested. “I’m not that clumsy.”  

“The juice on the floor at breakfast would disagree with you.” Stelle replied distantly, clearly distracted by the carvings on the wall. “Pom-Pom too.”  

“There was hardly anything left in the glass.” March grumbled before turning the corner to find a stretched hallway that led to a dead end. Or what seemed like one. “Ugh, what is that down there? Some kind of face?”  

“Probably a door.” Dan Heng squinted at the distant carving. “Or a chamber that has what we’re looking for. One of the eyes seems to be missing.”  

“I hope so. I’m tired of wandering in these creepy ruins. It’s way too much like a horror movie where some ancient curse is waiting.” The rasp of stone on stone caused the archer to jump, looking behind her with wide eyes.  

“Sorry. I kicked a rock.” Stelle apologized.  

“Don’t frighten me like that. I’m too cute to die like this.”  

Another stone grating and Stelle stumbled as the rock she stepped on shifted. Quick as a snake, Dan Heng reached out. One arm caught her, the other hand snatched the ball out of her hand before she could drop it. “Let me have it before something happens.” He sighed, making sure she was steady on her feet again.  

“Uh...guys?” March pointed as another wall opened up the way they had come and something dark came slithering out. “I think that something happened.”  

Stelle didn’t even bother to answer. With a quick glance behind her to see the creature, (Was it even something alive? She couldn’t tell) she pushed Dan Heng forward and grabbed March’s hand as she took off towards the carved face. The rumbling of the walls around them didn’t bode well for their sturdiness and she had no desire to get caught in a fight and a cave in.  

As they moved closer the carved face they had seen before began to sink, the wall above it crumbling. It was clear that the intent was to trap them. Even with the burst of speed that he put on Dan Heng knew he’d never make it in time before the hole that seemed to be the key disappeared. With a flick of his wrist and perhaps even a subconscious prayer to whatever Aeon would listen that he wasn’t dooming them all, he sent the engraved ball in his hand forward. 

Time seemed to slow down in that instance as the sphere sped forward and then with a sharp crack, slipped into the hole that seemed made for it. All went still. The rumbling of the temple quieted, the black shade freezing behind them and then slowly, a door grated open to take the face’s place.  

Safe. 

[randomfoggytiger]

"How Much You're Like Ahab"

(Fictober, Day 8)

A nice little fic piece to distract from the shadow banning madness.

*****

Not that Mulder wasn't entertained by the thought of both he and Scully eating sundry foods at various crime scenes-- and he was very insistent that Scully eating roachlike choco chunks counted as much as the one time he licked sugary blood off a corpse-- but he wondered, as he gazed into the eerie glow of the bubbly fish tank, if that extended to their pets as well.

Pets take after their people, though Scully argued that eating the dead body of his former owner had not been a slight on Queequeg's overall character nor did it correlate back to her specific qualifications or macabre career path. And it was a fish-- or something near it-- that had eaten Queequeg. Logically, a twisted parallel could be drawn from his pets, his choices, and her consequences.

Or so Mulder thought as he dipped his finger into the tank, letting it swim with the fishes.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 8/JUMIN WEEK DAY 4

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

8 October 2023—BOO! Jumin Week—Acts of Service

Jumin held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, trying not to let it slip.

“Just…I don’t…ahh…” the phone fell to the carpeted floor. He picked it up in frustration, letting go of the fake spiderweb he had been trying to stretch across the bookcase. “This is ridiculous, why did I even think I could do this?”

“Settle down Jumin, you can. Also, what was that muffled sound? What are you doing exactly?” Saeyoung asked through the phone speaker.

“Trying to pull apart this stupid web while still listening to you. I only have two hands you know.” He said.

“Uh, you know you can put the phone on speaker right?” Saeyoung joked.

“Oh, right.” He felt like an idiot. Hitting the speaker button on the phone he set it down on a side table. “OK well, what do I do after I finish with the web?” he asked.

“Change out the bulbs in some of the lamps, you got the purple bulbs right?”

“Yes, I bought everything on the list you sent me.”

“Really? Wow, you really are going all out aren’t you?”

“It’s Lillie’s favorite holiday, so I want to make it special, and I don’t want her to lift a finger this year, I just want her to enjoy it for the entire month.”

“You could have just paid someone to do it, you’re filthy rich after all.” Saeyoung laughed.

“That wouldn’t be the same. I want to do the work and see the look on her face.” He was aware that it likely would look much better if he hired someone to decorate, but, he knew Lillie well enough to know that she would love it all the more because of his effort. Though he hadn’t thought he would be fighting with fake spiderwebs.

“I think I can handle placing the items in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement, however, I might need help again in setting up the fog machine for the cauldron.”

“Sure, I’m here all day! Sounds like you have things well in hand.”

“Indeed, if I require more hands, I’ll simply ask my security team. Thank you again Saeyoung for the support and suggestions.”

“Any time! Make sure you take pic…uh, that Lillie takes pictures!” he laughed.

Jumin grunted as he hit end call on the phone. He’d gotten better at taking pictures, it wasn’t his fault that the stabilization on his phone was finicky.

He was meticulous in his arrangement of the décor, not a single surface was without a Halloween item. With Saeyoung’s help, he’d even been able to create an actual bubbling cauldron that wouldn’t create and environmental hazard in the apartment.

Hours, he had been working for hours and the setting sun outside reminded him that Lillie was due to arrive home soon. He checked his watch and saw that he had only minutes. He turned off any lights whose bulbs hadn’t been changed, turned on the cauldron, and lit the candles. Fairy lights were strung throughout the decorations giving the areas a ethereal quality. The scent of pumpkin spice and apple cider wafted through the room as well. Satisfied, all that was left to do was wait.

It didn’t take long before he heard the rattle of the front door, hiding behind it as it opened inwards he held his breath for his love’s reaction.

He heard Lillie inhale as the scenery caught her attention. She took a few steps inside, her head scanning the entirety of his labor. Quickly he slammed the door closed and jumped at her with a loud “BOO!”

Lillie screamed and turned, her hand already balled into a fist before noticing that it was her beloved.

“Jumin! You scared me!” heart racing she doubled over in relieved laughter.

“I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself.” He enveloped her into his arms and held her close as her heart regained equilibrium. “Do you like it?” he asked as he released her.

“Like it? I love it! How much did it cost to do this? You know I would have decorated myself.” She said, but her smile never left her face.

“Oh, well, the cost was only in supplies, I decorated.” Jumin said, running a hand through his thick black hair, a grin on his face. “Took several hours, but it was well worth it to see your reaction.”

“You…you did this? All by yourself?” she asked, turning to her husband, golden brown eyes wide.

“Saeyoung helped with some of the more intricate items, but I set it all up on my own. I just wanted to surprise you. I know how much you love this holiday and how hard you worked last year. I wanted you to just be able to enjoy the season this year and concentrate only on your costume for the party.”

“Party?”

“Absolutely, I think having a Halloween party here would be quite entertaining, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!” Lillie threw herself on her husband and held him close, tears of joy filled her eyes and a wide smile plastered her face. “I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right now! Just…I…the thought and effort you put into all of this has me in tears. I love you so much Jumin.”

“I love you too. And I would do anything to see that radiant smile on your face for the rest of our lives.”

They kissed.

[norbezjones]

Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation (Romance The Backrooms)

(Posting this a day late, oops!)

Look, in case you couldn’t figure it out from June Of Doom & Whumptember, I like whump.  So I’ll be participating in Whumptober when I have the time/energy to.  I may use all of the day’s prompts, or I may use some of them.  We’ll see what happens.

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests.  This is an original work, not fanfiction.

Enjoy!

(I also included the fictober-event prompt today!)

Today’s Prompts: Sleep Deprivation, forced to stay awake, “leave the lights on”, “are we happy”

Characters: Glarence & Adiel

Other Info: Your honor, they’re gay

_________

“Go to sleep, Glarence,” Adiel said to his friend.  “I can handle the night watch just fine.”

“You always do the night watch,” Glarence replied, yawning.  “Let me help you with it. . .”

“You’re tired—I don’t need sleep, remember?” Adiel reminded him with a laugh.  “Please, rest.  You deserve some sleep; you haven’t had a proper rest in days.  I got this, I promise.”

Glarence muttered to himself, then said, “Fine.  Leave the lamp on though.”

“Ok, I will.”

Glarence lay down on the ground behind his friend.  Adiel looked back at him, then faced forward.  He was ready to focus on the night watch when Glarence spoke.

“Do you think . . . we’re happy?” Glarence asked.

“What do you mean?” Adiel asked, confused & curious.

“Entities like us . . .we’re always fighting to survive this place.  Every day is a struggle,” Glarence muttered.  “But when I’m with you . . . I feel like I can actually live, instead of just survive.  Like I can be happy.  So, thanks.”

Warmth filled Adiel’s heart.  “I’m glad to hear that.”

He waited for Glarence to say more, but instead, the sound of his friend’s snoring filled the air.   Adiel smiled to himself, and returned his focus to the night watch.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 8: Sex Toys

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Sex Toys (✨)

Summary: Matt wants to use one of your sex toys on you for the first time, but things don't quite go as planned.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), use of a vibrator, use of "good girl", slight degradation, slight Dom!Matt, unprotected p in v, breeding kink

Word Count: 2k

A/n: Jesus, this was supposed to be a Drabble. Matt took over toward the end though and added another thousand words, so now you get to have this filthy little (big) piece.

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He’s towering over you. The billboard's lights paint a blue and purple mosaic on his bare skin. His eyes are closed as he listens to your every breath, and every beating of your heart. But there’s something else in the air tonight.

The steady buzzing of your vibrator glides up, up, up your thigh. You can’t remember when you’ve last been this on edge, this close to falling off the carousel without ever being pushed. 

Matt is calm—too calm. He’s taking his time pressing the current into your skin, soaking your little impatient noises up like a sponge. You’re so wet already, naked and spread out for him as his cock rests achingly hard against his stomach, but he’s nowhere near done with you. And he won’t let you touch him. You’ve tried; you’ve tried to reach out for him, but he slapped your hand away. 

“Not yet,” he’d said to you. “I want to try something first.”

When he pulled out the box with all your toys that you keep around for when you feel needy and alone without him, you knew that his hands wouldn’t be the only thing touching you tonight. It’s exciting, to try things you have never tried before. At first, you were scared to tell him about your occasional habit of pleasuring yourself when time won’t allow him to do it, but he was never opposed to it. Not that he has any right to be, anyway. 

You never expected this to happen though. 

You never expected Matt to pull out your bright pink vibrator and tell you how badly he wants to fuck you with it until you can’t help but scream his name.

Your skin tingles at the low temperature of the toy. You would ask him to warm it up for you, but you doubt you could get a word out even if you tried. You’re hot to your very core, but with the vibrator gradually sliding up to travel the valley between your breasts, you find yourself suddenly freezing. 

Matt must be able to tell. Goosebumps erupt on your skin everywhere he touches you without touching you. He reaches out to brush the tip of his calloused thumb over it, collecting the sweat that has started to pour from your pores and rubbing it in. You’re not cold, the action is supposed to say. And he’s right, you’re not cold, it just feels like you are. Every nerve in your body is on fire. It almost hurts how badly you want him to do something, anything. You need to come. You need to feel the vibrator against your cunt, or your clit, or perhaps both. You want him to kiss you and hold you as he thrusts the stupid toy into you, always angled toward that spot. Higher and higher and higher until finally, you come. 

Matt presses the tip against your nipple, and you cry out. You couldn’t focus, so he made you focus. White hot pleasure courses through your veins, infecting you like some kind of disease, but you wouldn’t mind if it killed you. So many different temperatures, so many different sensations. Now you know what it must feel like for him, at least a little bit. It’s so incredibly intense you forget how to breathe.

“Look at me,” he says.

Somehow, he always knows when you don’t. 

You open your eyes, your vision blurry as you take on the vision that is him. You could cry just from how beautiful he is.

“Good girl.” He draws a circle around your nipple then. “Just feel.”

You try to shut your legs for some kind of friction, but he pushes them apart again. Matt clicks his tongue. “I take it back.” Gently, he smacks the vibrator against your breast, but it’s enough to make you jolt. “Bad girl,” he says. 

Asshole.

“Language.”

Did you say that out loud? Fuck.

“Please,” you beg. “I’m sorry, Matty. Please, just…”

“What?” He circles the other breast, turning the toy up a notch. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Touch me,” your voice is barely above a pathetic whisper.

He shakes his head. “You can do better than that.”

You abandon the thought of cursing him out again. You want to be his good girl, you do. 

“Touch me,” you repeat. 

His hand comes to rest on your stomach, just below your heart. “Like this?”

You suck in a sharp breath. 

“Or like this?” He leans forward, pressing his lips against your skin, featherlight. You barely feel it. 

A whine slips past your lips. 

Matt slides the vibrator back down your body. You don’t notice; you’re too focused on the way his lips are moving along your sensitive abdomen, getting bolder with each inch he covers. His hand traces every crevice and every scar he can find. He knows you inside and out, yet he touches you as though it is the very first time. The very first night you got together. Like he can’t believe you’re his, and he needs to take his time worshiping—no, memorizing you. In case you slip through his fingers after this, and all he will have left is your memory.

You would never do that to him, but you know just how scared he gets. He needs to do this. He needs to feel you. And you are more than willing to give your body, mind, and soul to him. If you could, you would serve it on a silver platter, for you know that you are safest with him.

He hums at the hitch of your breath, the slight uptick in your heartbeat. His fingers splay over the left side of your chest. You’re alive. Your heart is beating for him, and that’s all that matters. 

“Or maybe like this?” he says, and the moan you let out borders on a scream when he pushes the vibrator directly against your pussy. 

The wave building within you is already tall enough to level a small town. 

Matt glides the tip over your swollen clit. “You’re so wet. Fuck. I barely touched you.”

You are grasping at the sheets, at the pillows, but the silk slips through your fingers. “Matt,” you choke out. 

“I know.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. “I know, baby. It’s okay.”

The wave threatens to crash into you. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet, it is. He’s made it possible. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands as he pushes the vibrator against your entrance. At the setting it is now, you can feel the electricity in your every bone. He pushes it in until you’re full of the silicone.

You’re moaning, thrashing, and clawing at him for something to hold onto. You are so close—so, so close. You don’t understand what’s happening to you.

His hand comes to cup your breast again. “Look at you,” he murmurs, raspy against your skin. His kisses have no aim, simply caressing your skin as he would worship at the shrine of the ever-loving Catholic God he believes in. Right now though, you are his God, and he would lay his life down for you. He would sacrifice his life just to listen to you fall apart, just to make sure you’re okay and he has done everything to give you what you need.

Because neither heaven nor hell would mean anything without you.

Your hips buck into the vibrations, into his touch, and you can feel your control fading. The wave is close enough for you to touch. Every crevice in your body wants to burst, every muscle straining to hold on, to hold you on the edge just a little longer, but it’s hard—so hard. 

Matt grunts, teeth digging into your flesh. His cock jumps at the sounds you’re making, the way you’re clenching around the toy and your scent so fucking thick in the air he will probably smell you for weeks to come. Pre-cum has long started leaking from his tip.

He thought this was a good idea, getting to explore you in an entirely new way, but Good Lord, he can’t stand the thought of a toy giving you this much pleasure when he is right there to fill you to the brim. 

He stops below your ear, only to whisper, “Safe word?”

Your eyes roll back into your head. “R-red,” you stammer. 

“Good girl. Remember that.”

But why ask?

Your question answers itself when he suddenly pulls the vibrator out of you, leaving you painfully empty and wet. You cry out again, though this time out of pure disdain. You were so close.

He ruined it.

He fucking ruined it. 

“No,” you whine. “Please…”

He shushes you with his lips, and then his cock thrusts into you. You don’t have time to process before he bottoms out. The stretch is familiar yet new, reigniting the fires he blew out mere seconds ago. He’s thick, bigger than average, and he fills you up so good. Your lips part, but nothing wants to come out. You can’t moan. You can’t scream. He’s inside of you, and all you can think is, ‘Fucking finally!’ 

Matt slides his tongue into your mouth to silence himself. You’re warm and tight, and if he weren’t so determined to make you come all over his cock before he gets to see the pearly gates, he would have already burst. 

Though neither of you is going to last very long.

Your legs wrap around his waist. That’s why he asked. He holds onto your thigh as you cling to him, nails running down his back until he’s red all over until he’s marked by you. 

Once he’s got his bearings, he’s not holding back. The pace he sets is brutal. He thrusts into you with abandon, angling your leg to get as deep as he possibly can, and he fucks you into the mattress like a man starved. It’s that way, too, that he kisses you.

The bed creaks with every snap of his hips against yours. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, the way he’s taking you apart with only his cock. You’re falling with nowhere to land, but he’s falling with you. Hard, and fast.

Matt bites your lip, tugging it back before crashing his mouth into yours again. You’re sure one of you must be bleeding. 

“I need you to come,” he pants, teeth dragging along your jaw. “Need you to…” He grunts.

The orgasm continues to build as the wave gains momentum.

“Come for me.” 

You cry out his name when you do, the wave crashing in and drowning you all at once. Your heart beats out of your chest and into his. One more thrust. Two. Even a third one, and then, he spills into you. 

For a short while, the world stops turning. You’re floating in a void detached from space and time. All that fills the room now is the sound of your labored breathing.

Minutes pass by. The lights of the Billboard continue to flicker, throwing a blanket of color over you. 

Matt is the first to break the silence. “Was that…” he trails off.

Your chest rumbles with a soft chuckle, holding his fragile body a little tighter to yours. “Oh yeah,” you say. “It was.”

He nuzzles his nose further into your chest. “Good. That’s… good.”

What he doesn’t tell you, at least not yet: there are a lot more toys in that little box of yours that he is eager to try out, and he will make sure to come inside you with every last one of them. To fill you up. To breed you so he can taste himself inside your pussy when he eats you out at the end of this—as he always does. 

He’s going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You won’t even be able to remember your own damn name. Only his. And it will only be his cock that will make you do so. As fun as toys are, there are some things he would rather do himself when he can. 

You don’t quite know it yet, but tonight is going to be a very long night for you. 

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[siriuslysmoking]

First Time

Fictober Masterlist

Day 8 of Fictober: Eddie and a Scary Movie

Eddie Munson lounged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, grinning at you with that playful spark in his eyes. The room was dimly lit, and the flickering glow of the TV screen set a spooky mood as the opening credits of a classic horror movie rolled.

“Ready for this?” he asked, leaning back with a cocky grin. “It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

You swallowed hard, glancing at the screen. “Um, I’ve never actually watched a scary movie before,” you admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

Eddie’s eyes widened comically. “What? You’re in for a treat, then! Just remember, it’s all fake. Nothing to be scared of… right?”

“Easy for you to say,” you replied, trying to sound brave but failing as the first jump scare hit. You let out a small yelp, clenching your fists in your lap.

He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Welcome to the horror club! The initiation can be a little intense.”

As the plot unfolded, you found yourself leaning closer to Eddie, half for comfort and half because you were genuinely captivated by the story. You jumped again at another scare, and Eddie turned to you with a teasing grin.

“See? Told you it would get your heart racing,” he said, leaning in just a bit closer.

“I didn’t know I’d actually jump like that!” you exclaimed, half-laughing and half-embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. It happens to the best of us,” he assured you, his tone light. “Just breathe.”

You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the adrenaline. “Okay, okay. I can handle this.”

As the movie progressed, you became more invested, your nerves easing as you and Eddie exchanged playful comments about the characters’ decisions.

“Who goes into the basement alone?” you scoffed, shaking your head.

Eddie chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Classic horror move! Always a bad idea. But hey, it makes for great entertainment.”

At one particularly tense moment, you instinctively grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, squeezing slightly. He looked over, feigning surprise. “Whoa, getting a little cozy there, huh?”

You flushed, letting go quickly. “I’m just… reacting!”

“Right, right. Totally normal reaction,” he teased, a wide grin on his face.

As the movie reached its climax, the suspense was nearly unbearable. You were practically on the edge of your seat, heart racing with both fear and excitement. When a jump scare finally hit, you squeaked and threw your hands over your eyes.

“Okay, I’m done!” you laughed, half hiding your face in his shoulder.

Eddie chuckled, wrapping an arm around you playfully. “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to be scared?”

“Not like this!” you protested, giggling despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

Once the credits rolled, you exhaled a long breath. “I survived!”

“Barely,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You were clutching my shirt like it was a lifeline.”

“Maybe I was,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant but unable to hide your smile.

“Want to watch another one? Or are you too scared?” he challenged, leaning back with a mock serious expression.

You shot him a playful glare. “I’m definitely not too scared. Bring it on!”

Eddie laughed, clearly delighted by your newfound bravery. “Alright! But remember, I’m here to protect you from the scary stuff.”

You grinned, feeling the warmth of his presence. “Good to know. Just don’t let go of my hand when the scares come!”

As he queued up another movie, you settled in, excited for the next thrill and the fun of sharing it with Eddie. It was more than just the fear; it was the laughter, the connection, and the thrill of experiencing something new together that made it all unforgettable.

Taglist: @champomiel@nockstormbringer @strawbeffys @ellapurnellmybeloved@mysticliars-blog1

[voxslays]

Hazbin Hotel “Haztober” Prompt List

I personally love love love Flufftober, Angstober, Kinktober, and Fictober! That’s why this year I am making my own! Every day I will write about one (or more) Hazbin Characters, using the daily prompts below:

Day 1: Making Caramel Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: ‘We fell in love in October.’

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Dinner Parties

Day 8: The night I lost you

Day 9: The night I found you

Day 10: Love Potion

Day 11: The Elevator~

Day 12-15: The One (Series)

Day 16: By The Fireplace

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 18: For a Fortnight

Day 19: Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice

Day 20: Jumping in a leaf pile

Day 21: Making Cookies!

Day 22: Kissing (and singing) In the rain

Day 23: The red means I love you~!

Day 24: Under the Weather

Day 25: Black Cats

Day 26: Apple Pies

Day 27: Full Moon

Day 28: Underneath the Sky

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat/Halloween

Day 32: Supriseee!!!

I’m super not excited to torture myself into writing everyday…but in the end…it will be so worth it!

Masterlist

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Lord of Dunholm

Fictober Day 8

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, restraining, bondage, spanking, pure SMUT 18+, dom!Sihtric

Word Count: 1,9K

Please remember that comments and reblogs are two things that make writers smile and keep us motivated.

“Relax, my sweet girl,” Sihtric’s warm breath caresses your skin, his voice a smooth, low whisper that wraps around your senses like silk. There’s a softness to his words, yet they hold an undeniable power, coaxing your body to ease. 

His fingers glide up your arms, slow and deliberate, making you squirm beneath his touch. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers again, his voice a low murmur as his fingers gently check the fabric securing your wrists, making sure it holds you firmly but not uncomfortably. Your arms are bound above your head, and the sensation leaves you vulnerable, yet there’s an odd comfort in the care he takes with each knot.

His hands move to the scarf around your eyes, adjusting it to ensure it covers them completely, sealing you in darkness. Without your sight, every sense sharpens—the warmth of his breath against your skin, the brush of his fingers along your collarbone, the expectation humming in the space between you. The complete darkness enveloping you is somehow both scary and thrilling, every touch a surprise and the anticipation only heightens your pulse.

“Are you ready?” His lips barely graze the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Yes, my Lord,” you breathe, your voice thick with arousal and anticipation. 

Sihtric’s hand grasps your jaw, gently tilting it upward, his thumb brushing against your lips. He doesn’t need to say a word—your lips part instinctively, as if responding to a silent command. His thumb slips inside, and you begin to suck, your tongue swirling around it in slow, deliberate movements.

You moan softly as his other hand cups your breast, followed by his lips, closing in on your hardened nub and sucking hard, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh.

“You know you can stop me anytime you want,” he nearly purrs, and a soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls his thumb from your mouth. "All you have to do is to say the special word."

“Do you trust me?” he breathes, his voice softer now, filled with both reassurance and a promise. 

You nod. “I do, I trust you, my Lord.” 

A low growl rumbles through Sihtric’s chest at your words, it’s as if they go straight to his cock, making him impossibly, painfully hard. He despises that title—just hearing it stirs painful memories, the fear always lurking behind it. He’s tried to banish it, but no matter how much he hates it, he can never escape who he is now—the Lord of Dunholm.

But the way you say it is different. There’s no fear, only love, care, and unwavering devotion. Since the moment you stepped into his life, he hasn’t stopped thanking the gods for you—for giving him someone who embraces every part of him, even the darkest corners of his damaged soul, showing him that love and trust are not just empty words

Before you can react, he smoothly flips you onto your belly, drawing a surprised yelp from you. You yelp again as he pulls you up to your knees with your ass up and spreads your legs. His movements are harsh, almost rough, his fingers digging into your skin with bruising force, making you feel like a ragdoll in his grasp. 

You feel Sihtric’s palm landing on your lower back, holding you in place. Breath withhold you freeze as your alerted senses perceive a swung in the air and his large palm slaps down on your arse, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. 

You cry out, surprise lacing your voice, but at the same time you can’t stop the breathless moan that follows, slipping from your parted lips completely out of your control. 

Before you even manage to brace yourself you hear another swing of his arm and the sound of his palm colliding with your bottom explodes in your ears. You suck in a deep, quivering breath followed by a loud gasp. 

Torn between begging him to stop and the strange thrill burning inside you, you bury your face in the sheets, trying to muffle the whine that threatens to spill from your lips at the fiery sensation. 

“Who’s been a bad girl today?” Sihtric’s raspy voice growls just behind your ear, the thick, heavy sound of it sending a jolt straight to your core, starting to clench around nothing. "You think I didn't see those lustful glances you were casting at that stable boy today?"

“I... I'm sorry, my Lord,” you beg softly, your breath trembling.

You dare not move, your breathing heavy with anticipation. The hand rises and comes down with a sharp smack against your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You moan loudly, and your fingers grab the sheets as you try to ground yourself. The sound of Sihtric’s throaty, panting breath adds to the heat taking over your body as you feel your wetness slowly dripping down your thigh. 

A whimper of relief slips out as Sihtric’s hand gently rubs over the heated flesh, soothing the sting with tender strokes, before you hear it rising again. Smack.

The anticipation thrums in your veins, each second stretched taut like a bowstring, ready to snap. You can’t see him, but you can feel his presence—every shift of his body, every controlled breath. The heat from your punished skin pulses, the sting a steady reminder of his control over you.

Sihtric’s hand rises again, and for a heartbeat, you think the next blow is imminent. But instead, his fingers slip between your legs, gliding along the slickness there. A ragged groan escapes him as his thumb finds your swollen, aching clit, pressing just enough to send waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re soaking wet,” he growls, almost in disbelief, his thumb circling slowly. “You enjoy this far too much, don’t you?”

Your breath catches, your lips parting in a gasp. “Y-Yes, my Lord.”

He rewards your confession with a soft, teasing stroke. “Good girl."

His praise sends a shiver of warmth down your spine. His fingers continue their slow, deliberate torment, coaxing moans from deep in your throat, but just as your hips start to roll against his hand, chasing more, he pulls away.

A whimper of frustration escapes your lips. You can hear him moving behind you, feel the heat of his body close, the brush of his skin against yours as he shifts. Without warning, his hand is at the back of your neck, fingers weaving into your hair, tugging your head back, while his other hand finds your ass once more.

“You look so perfect like this,” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. “On your knees, waiting, completely at my mercy.”

You whimper. His words ignite something deep inside you, a need that’s both primal and vulnerable. His hand in your hair tightens, keeping you still as he leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands, his breath hot and tantalising. “I need to hear you say it.”

A rush of heat surges through you, and your voice trembles as you speak. “I want you, my Lord. I want you inside me.”

There’s a brief pause, the air thick with tension, before Sihtric releases a low, guttural sound, almost a growl. He lets go of your hair, the mattress dips slightly under his weight. You feel his hands grip your hips, pulling you back toward him, aligning your bodies.

A gasp escapes you as you feel the tip of his cock, hard and throbbing, brushing against your wet folds, teasing but not entering. He drags it slowly along your entrance, coating himself in your slickness.

“Is this what you want?” His voice is dark and seductive, the question hanging in the air like a tantalising promise.

You nod frantically, breathless. “Yes, my Lord. Please.”

Without another word, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. A cry of pleasure tears from your lips as he stretches you, your body trembling at the overwhelming sensation of him.

He doesn’t move at first, holding you in place, savouring the feeling of your tightness around him. Then, slowly, he pulls back, only to slam into you again, harder this time, and then again and again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. His grip on your hips is firm, his control absolute, as he sets a punishing rhythm.

Your thoughts are scattered by the fullness of him, your body trembling beneath the weight of his desire. Every thrust, every pull and push sends ripples of heat through your core, and all you can do is to hold onto the sheets with your bound hands, gasping for breath.

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and his deep, guttural groans, mingling with the slap of skin against skin. The intensity of his thrusts drives you closer and closer to the edge, your body tightening, coiling, ready to break.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice strained, thick with desire. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Y-You, my Lord,” you cry out, barely able to form the words as he drives into you, deeper and harder. “I belong to you.”

A growl rumbles in his chest, and his pace quickens even more, his movements growing more desperate, more primal. Each thrust sends you spiralling further into bliss, the pressure building until you feel like you’re going to shatter.

Sihtric’s hands move, one sliding from your hip to your back, pressing you down as he thrusts harder. His other hand sneaks between your legs, fingers finding your clit and circling it with a maddeningly light touch. The sensations crash together—his cock pounding mercilessly into you from behind, the delicate friction of his fingers against your most sensitive spot—and it sends you spiralling toward the edge faster than you could have anticipated.

You moan, the sound desperate, needy. “My Lord, I—”

“I know,” he grunts, his own control beginning to slip. “Let go, cum for your Lord, cum for me.”

His words are all you need. The tension inside you snaps, and your body shudders violently as your orgasm rips through you, every nerve alight with pleasure. You cry out, your voice muffled against the sheets, your legs trembling as the waves of release crash over you, leaving you trembling and breathless, your body convulsing around him.

Sihtric doesn’t stop. He fucks you through your climax, his thrusts rough, demanding, until his grip tightens, as he buries himself deep inside you. His body stills, and you feel the heat of him spilling inside you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips and low guttural growls leaving his lips.

For a moment, neither of you move, the room filled only with the sound of your ragged breaths. Slowly, Sihtric pulls out of you, his hands so gentle as he eases you back down onto the bed, untying your wrists and removing the scarf from your eyes.

He lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “You did so well,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “So perfect.”

You smile, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. 

The room feels softer now, the tension replaced with a warm, intimate stillness. Sihtric pulls you into his arms, your body curling into his chest, your face nestled against his skin. He strokes your hair gently. 

Sihtric’s arms tighten around you, his lips brushing softly against your temple. “Sleep, my sweet girl,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep you safe.”

A small, satisfied smile tugs at your lips as you close your eyes, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful calm. “Thank you, my Lord,” you whisper, your voice drowsy and content.

With his warmth surrounding you, you let yourself drift, your body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, your mind sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[richonneevents]

Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 8: just Thinking About Us

Prompt: "Are we happy?"

Post "Je Souhaite": All Mulder wants is to make Scully's dreams come true. Rating: T, wc: 844

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

Sometimes he wonders if they’ll ever watch a movie where she doesn’t fall asleep halfway through. Not that he minds; all he has to do is wait and then her head will land on his shoulder, making him smile. Once Caddyshack has ended, and he’s finished his popcorn, Mulder gently lifts Scully into his arms. She snuggles against him, waking slowly.

“Are you carrying me to bed?” she asks, her voice sleep-tinged. “Again?” It has only happened once before, but maybe twice is the halfway point to it becoming a habit. The first time was when they decided that what they were doing was real. That it wasn’t a fluke. That it was worth pursuing.

“You can carry me to bed next time.” His joke lands in her hair which smells like vanilla and cherries. He buries his nose in it, making her giggle, before leaving a small kiss on the crown of her head like a promise.

“Need to put on pajamas,” she complains against the t-shirt that he knows he’ll have to surrender to her. As much as she loves her satin and flannel pajamas, she refuses to leave any of them at his place. Instead, she always asks for one of his t-shirts. Preferably the one he’s wearing at the time. He doesn’t question it and gives it to her, relishing the moment when her eyes appraise his chest and stomach, sometimes even daring lower. He puts her on the bed and takes off his shirt, much to Scully’s delight.

“You did want my shirt, didn’t you?” She just nods, trying to hide her smile. She snatches it from his outstretched hand and strokes his back in passing as she disappears into the bathroom. Shirtless, but with his jeans still on, Mulder lies on his bed, atop the covers, contemplating. He listens to the now familiar sounds of Scully in his bathroom and still can’t quite believe his luck.

When she returns five minutes later, she’s wearing his t-shirt and an old pair of sweatpants she’s claimed as her own.

“Are you asleep?” she asks, crawling under the comforter, and facing him.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?” He rolls over and turns to her.

“You asked me what I wished for.”

“Don’t tell me,” she says now, putting a hand over her face. “It won’t come true.” He gently removes her hand from her face, finding her cheeks rose-tinted. Earlier, the question was just chit-chat, now it means something more.

“I thought long and hard about what I wanted. There was only one thing I came up with and I think- I think you know what that was.” She observes him with watchful eyes and he’s convinced she can read his mind. He remembers what it was like when he could hear her; her thoughts sounded like whispers in his mind, intercepting his own.

“You said- earlier, I mean- you said you’re fairly happy,” Mulder says. “Does that mean that this – us – is this enough? Are we happy? Are you?”

“Oh, Mulder.” She puts her arms around him and touches her nose to his. “I’m more than happy,” she says, her words landing against his bottom lip. “Are you?”

“More than happy,” he borrows her words and kisses them against her lips. “I was thinking about it. I should have used my wishes for more-” Scully puts a finger on his mouth.

“You freed her, Mulder.”

“How did you know that?”

“Because I know you.” She kisses him softly. “Do you think we can sleep now?”

“Hmm, in a second. Like I said, I was thinking and-” How can he make her understand that he’d do anything in his power to make all her dreams come true? He’s still dreaming about babies – having them with her. He’s looked into adoption again, wondering when to bring it up so as to not open wounds that may not be healed yet. He’s considering asking her to move in. Find a house for them with a study and a library and a big kitchen where he can cook for her.

“And?” she softly presses.

“Just thinking thoughts.”

“I want to hear them.” She taps against his temple. “I like your thoughts.”

“Unless it’s aliens.”

“Mulder, scientifically speaking-” he cuts her off with a big, noisy kiss.

“It wasn’t aliens,” he says. “Thinking about us.”

“We’re good,” she says quietly, emphasizing with a kiss. “And happy.” Another kiss. “Go brush your teeth, lose the pants, and come to bed.”

“You’re so bossy.” He laughs, shucking his jeans on the way to the bathroom.

“And you like it,” she says with a yawn.

When he returns a few moments later, with the words I love you on his lips, Scully is fast asleep. He should have known. He’ll say it tomorrow. Maybe he can mention a house. Or a dog. They could get a plant first, see if they can keep it alive.

“Happy,” Scully murmurs, even in sleep reaching for him. Mulder goes to her willingly, falling asleep without a single bad thought on his mind.

[fuunhyde]

I took part in fictober this year!

I did most promts up to this day, from the list from @fictober-event <3

I'm ending early this year, so I decided to post a whole list of what I wrote instead of posting everyday up to date hah He're the whole collection:

But if someone prefer's it more specific, here's the list:

1. "Energy Rush" — Traffic Liht Trio — fluffy, silly goofy short — "that was good work" — wc: 587

2. "all that's left is us"—ShadowPeach—bittersweet, light angst and fluff—"it's been a long time" — wc: 1889

3. "Cyan" — ShadowPeach— bittersweet, light angst and hurt/comfort —"I know you better" — wc: 2035

4. "Found, not Funded" — MK, MEI, WUKONG, MACAQUE — some silly goffy short —"no, we're not doing that" — wc: 1303

5. "Sacrivaces and Devotion"— LBD and Mayor — sweet short fluff—"it's a new day, let's go" — wc: 459

6. "how can hands that hurt each other fit so well together?" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort —"I'm not giving up" — wc: 1863

7. "Univited" — SpicyNoodles — short fluff —"follow me if you want to live" — wc: 810

8. "Winds of the Past" — Macaque-centric, slight shadowpeach — a bit of angst but with a happy payoff —"are we happy?" — wc: 1287

9. "Focus"— SpicyNoodles — short and attempt at humor I guess—"don't listen to me, listen to them" — wc: 435

10. "Pot" — Pigsy and Tang and smol MK — fluf but short —"is this normal?" — wc: 379

11. "managing a noodle shop" — Chimera — sweet and short —"well, that worked out great" — wc: 306

12. "Slight Fright" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort, fluff —"did you hear that?" — wc: 1065

13. "Sorry, sorry for what" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"that's not the point" — wc: 898

15. "bumped cars" — ShadowPeach— fluff, suggestive, talk about sex, +18—"let's try this" — wc: 552

16. "scratching scars" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"no, I'm not okay" — wc: 876

17. "Shadows and Spices" — Macaque and Red Son — sweet, short familly fluff —"strangest thing I ever heard" — wc: 420

18. "thinking inside the box" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"you always have a plan" — wc: 622

19. "Dress Up" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive, +18 —"this is getting ridiculous" — wc: 444

20. "explosions in your eyes" — ShadowPeach— fluff and hurt/comfort—"I saw your eyes light up" — wc: 455

21. "consequences" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive , +18—"we've done worse" — wc: 571

22. "peeping from the shadows" — Macaque and Red Son — very short, fluff and humor —"why are we doing this again?" — wc: 228

23. "rotting away" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort, death, hopeful ending—"we can fix this, I know we can" — wc: 1065

25. "burns" — Mei and Red Son — hurt/comfort, short & sweet—"it consumes me" — wc: 520

27. "My hands are rough, but you don't seem to mind"— ShadowPeach— smut and angst —"let me remind you" — wc: 1544

So that's my addition in this year! 24/31 works, maybe not a full deck like last year, but I've been busy, so I still count it as a win haha

See ya all next year!

=)

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 15: Bo Sinclair

The third week is here! I am so excited to share with you all the fun things I have planned for the next two weeks of Fictober. First and foremost this week plus an extra day so for the next 8 days there will be NSFW Alphabets.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut and Smutty themes, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Bo is well, Bo. He's not the softest person in the world but the last thing he wants you to get is any kind of infection or anything so he'll help you to the bathroom and get you cleaned up and maybe just maybe give a cuddle or two when it's all said and done.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

Bo likes his hands best, I mean he works with them everyday whether it's for show at the gas station or not. His hands have been weathered by the years of working and he's very proud of that.

His favorite part of you are your hips or thighs, don't try to make him choose though. He loves running his hands over them or just staring at them as you walk. They're his favorite thing to mark up with hickies even if your shorts are long enough to cover them up.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Bo's cum is really thick and boy is there a lot of it when he cums. Don't even think about wasting it though. If he cums inside you he makes you position yourself so it doesn't drip out and if your able to get pregnant well that's a plus too. If neither of those things though he makes you swallow every last drop and then open your mouth to make sure you've swallowed it. Bo doesn't like to waste.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Bo will never ever tell you this but sometimes every so often he has a thought of what if you went down to his room under the station and he watched you get off with one of the people he ties up. He's almost positive if he ever brought it up that you would shoot him down and he doesn't really want you to get involved like that anyway. Never the less he still pictures it from time to time.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Are you kidding? Bo has all the experience in the world. Even before he tied up girls underneath the station back before him and his brothers even took over Ambrose. His high school years even if they weren't always spent at school served him good in the experience category.

F is for Favorite Position:

Bo likes just about anything where he doesn't actually have to put any work in. He has long days at the station and dealing with his brothers, don't make him work here too. His personal favorite is probably cowgirl or something along those lines though. He likes putting his hands behind his head being the cocky bastard he is and watching you do all the work.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

You can laugh and giggle all you want he doesn't really give a fuck but him? nah. If for some reason he wants to put in work instead of just letting you service him he's going to take it as serious as any other job he does on the day to day.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

He keeps it trimmed and neat, but don't expect anything special just for you when the two of you start sleeping together.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

As previously stated multiple times Bo is Bo. Most of the time he's going to want to just fuck and not much else, however if you catch him in a good mood or on a special occasion he tends to ease up for you. Whether it's holding you a little tighter or making more of an effort to be gentler with you, He'll at least try.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

Bo masturbates oftenish. I mean have you seen all the photos he keeps, Although when you come around most of the photos in his basement and that he keeps for personal use will start to turn into pictures of you. So when he does jerkoff it's always to his honey.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Bo is big into roleplay, you as a victim lost in the Ambrose and him as well, himself, but he lives for this. Don't be afraid to run and give him a good chase too.

Bondage is also a big one for Bo. He'll tie you up and then just sit and watch as you devolve into cries at him pleading him to touch you. He's already mean as fuck so this is perfect to him.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

Bo is classic so he'll mostly want it in your shared bedroom at the house, however if he's feeling adventurous he'll call you down to the station so you can do it in the chair he has in the basement. Just maybe try not to think about how many people have been tied their before you.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

Literally everything about you turns Bo on, but if you really wanna get him going. Let him find you in the kitchen in the mornings in one of his shirts, wearing only his shirt and nothing else. THAT is what makes Bo go absolutely feral.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

Bo won't share you at all. Oh it's been awhile since his brothers have had sex? well that's too fucking bad they can tie someone up like he used to do.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Receiving is Bo summed up in one word. Again, He works long days at the station and keeping Ambrose up and running. He might become a REALLY good giver but he needs to be in a REALLY good mood to do so.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

I honestly think Bo can do both slow and fast, as I've been saying a lot of Bo's sexual escapades depend on his mood and this is no different. If he's angry he's fast and rough but he also will never turn down sleepy slow morning sex.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Bo's down for really anything. Sure he prefers to take you in his home in his bed but if he needs to get a quick one off at the station in between victims then so be it.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

If you bring things up to Bo he'll do them for you and if likes them well enough he'll start doing it more often but he's not really the one to bring up anything new to try as he's satisfied with things the way they are.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Bo can go for a few hardcore rounds. If you wanna continue after that if you've got the stamina then feel free to ride him but don't expect him to do much work.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Bo won't use toys or anything like that on himself, but if you have them and wanna try them out on yourself or wanna look into getting some he'll gladly help you out. He especially likes the remote control ones he can tease you with the best.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

Bo is the king of teasing, don't be surprised if he brings you to almost tears some times begging for him to give you some kind of release. He's Bo Sinclair, he can be mean as all hell if he feels like it.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

A few grunts and groans is all your really ever going to get out of Bo. He's not one to be loud himself even if his brothers are out of the house and there's no one else in Ambrose anyways. He wants to and likes to hear you scream though so don't be afraid to make enough noise for the both of you.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Sometimes Bo has nightmares about what happened during his childhood. Those are some of the only nights he'll seek you out for cuddles. He'll let you hold him as he falls back to sleep knowing that he's safe and not there anymore.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Bo is big, about 6 to 7 inches at least but he's also thick. Like REALLY thick, Bo aims to fill you up and that's exactly what he does.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Bo is mean, sure but he's also absolutely all about you so his sex drive sky rockets. If you think it was a lot before you came along you haven't seen anything yet.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Like I said in Aftercare, He won't fall asleep right away cause he at least wants you to be cleaned up and all before he does. After that though it's pretty much lights out for him. He's got early mornings no matter how late he stays up and needs to get to bed.

[is-on-its-way]

My one Fictober post

(because im a slow writer)

Prompt: 22 why are we doing this again?

This is “au” for after season 8 || read on AO3

She stared out across the lake sized pond, they called lakes ponds here, making her wonder what Maine’s lakes looked like. She made a mental note to ask Mulder to take them to see one after. 

Everything was so vast and open and endless. Sun drenched mountains stood ancient and unmoving past the parting of the trees on the opposite bank. Their rocky tops colored an amber yellow in the sunrise. Tall pine trees hugged the shore but for the rocky beach she was standing on. The water was a clear shade of greenish blue, reminding her of his eyes in the light of a sunrise. 

Rocks as big as her feet under her bare toes were warm to the touch, baked in the morning sun. They felt wonderful in the chill air surrounding her, remembered from the night before. It was cold here in the evenings, the warning of winter came as early as late August. But they were cozy in their cabin, with a cast iron stove and a furnace and a fireplace to keep the chill out. 

She liked the wildness of it and loved feeling the cold prick her skin at the closing and opening of each day, chasing her and being chased by the sun. There was a comfort there, of the silent and unmovable force of nature after being pursued for so much of their lives by things much less impressive. 

They would all flee inside as their daily ritual, Mulder their shepard when she or their boy were inevitably stubborn. But he was being strict with her, and would never allow it. 

She wanted to sit outside around the firepit on occasion but Mulder wouldn’t hear it. He worried about her, insisting she come inside. Telling her there would be other summers and autumns when she could. And the funny thing was, she let him. She didn’t even have to fight herself and her independence at all really, she found his protectiveness, her cheeks reddened just thinking about it, sexy. 

He’d missed out the last time she told herself, he deserved to have this. So she let him herd them all inside and cuddle up as a family every night on the cozy couch by the fireplace and they would all take turns telling stories and adding new chapters to their favorite ones until one of them, usually her, fell asleep. 

Besides it made her feel a comfort she couldn’t describe or understand. His care for them, she couldn’t have imagined how good this could be.

A wind blew off the water wipping her hair around her neck and she shivered pulling her sweater tight around her and glancing back to the hammock tied between two trees to make sure it wasnt swaying too much in the wind. He was warm enough she’d put a sheepskin down and then a wool blanket over top of him. The impression their little boy made was so tiny and she had a sudden wild feeling of joy and sorrow mixed together in the most confounding way. How small he used to be, with his little rabbit ear hat. How big he would seem in seven more months. Everything felt like it was going so slowly in this calm, but when she stopped to look she realized everything was going at the speed of light. 

The truth was he wasn’t tiny, she couldn’t really lift him up anymore, and they’d started transitioning to couch cuddles when he needed comfort. He was in the 94th percentile for height. Mulder had kissed her head and said “Thank those recessive Scully genes your brother got, huh?” at his last checkup. To which she’d muttered back “He's a Mulder.” Mainly to see the pride flicker across his face. He had started planning to put a basketball court in beside the driveway.

She turned back to the water chin dimpling at the passage of time. She’d always loved the fall, the shade of sunlight on her skin in the mornings and the sharp angles and yellow sunsets cast across living rooms in the evenings. This fall though, was the happiest of her life. The stillness of it was turning her world on its axis. God knows, she wasn’t one to remain in one place for long, neither was Mulder. She smiled at the thought. But they had soaked this in for two weeks now and she could envision seven months more, longer. Safe. Him safe. Together and enjoying each other for the first time… ever. 

It was like a honeymoon phase they never really had. They were like teenagers exploring their newfound freedom and the change in their lives for the first time it felt like, for the better. She couldn't stop smiling. Neither could he. Sometimes by the fire in the evenings, her, curled up in the big armchair reading, him, typing on the sofa next to their son fast asleep; they’d meet each others gaze and just grin dopily at each other.

Even Liam saw their newfound giddiness. “Momma you’re happy now?” Hed asked this morning, through a spoonful of oatmeal. They’d eaten a later breakfast than Mulder after he had left for an early morning hike. 

“Yes baby, I’m happy.” she’d said kissing the top of his sun bleached, sandy brown head.

“Are you happy my love?” She asked, playing with his hair.

“Yeaaaaah!” he’d exclaimed and wiggled in his chair and shed laughed.

Shed been saddened a bit by this. It had only been months that they’d finally been free.

Their son had grown up with both of his parents filled with worry, and anxiety, and serious conversations, and fights even, about the right thing to do, the time it would take them, the sacrifices they were making, even the moral thing to do. He’d spent his toddlerhood in an underground medical lab that was soulless and sunless and the bane of her existence for three hellish years.

Scully sometimes couldnt believe they’d gotten through it. Couldn’t believe she and Mulder had come out of it together and loving each other the same way, if not more deeply. 

She shook off her memories of that time determined to enjoy the world in front of her now. Mostly alien-less and beautiful and sunny and windy. Oh how she’d missed the wind. 

And people! Strangers, smiling as you passed them on the street. It’d taken them a couple of days to get used to the college town hospitality but how refreshing it was to see people. No weirdos, no cults, they'd employed the gunmen to double check, just students and parents and seniors posted up at the local coffee shop all day. Nothing but normalicy. Well except for the three of them. But she could live with that. 

She could live with a lot, she realized, once that low hum of anxiety, the constantly on guard state of being she’d become so accustomed to fell away. Mulder too, was more relaxed and happy here, just them, in their own universe. 

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He’d been booked for a flight to a case he’d been working with the lone gunmen when it happened. It would’ve been a normal case with them otherwise, like he had done since they’d been freed. Free of the FBI, free of the conspiracy, and the group that had been a danger to them. Some in the government were taking the threat seriously and many of the survivors had been placed on the most wanted list. They were, more importantly, free of the colonists. They’d gone once the vaccine program had been rolled out, the earth, useless to them now. 

It felt like a weight that she hadn’t known she carried since she had woken up in the hospital in 1994 had been lifted off of her. No more experiments, no more women and children in danger. She could rest now. They could rest now. And rest they had.

She’d come back from the doctor in a daze. She’d been feeling under the weather and silently, she’d feared cancer, she hadn’t said as much to Mulder, but he had offered to drop Liam off at her mothers and go with her. She’d said no, it was probably nothing and if she needed him she’d call. He’d sent her off with an extra tight hug and a thousand kisses, whispering things that made her face flush thinking of them now. When the nurse had told her to do the standard pregnancy test before any imaging could be done she hadn’t even thought…

Mulder and Liam were dozing on the couch when she got home. She’d gone to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, hands shaking, mind blank, watching the water.

Mulder appeared at the kitchen door, wordless and waiting. She swallowed and managed a smile. “Not sick” she’d said.

And he’d been so relieved by this news he’d hardly noticed her fighting to remain calm while he woke Liam and they’d jumped around the kitchen shouting the lyrics to everything’s gonna be alright by Bob Marley. Mulder said they’d been waiting to have dessert with her, so she picked at the ice cream and watched her boys chatter and laugh for what she realized would be the last time as just the three of them. 

She’d waited until they’d put him to bed and he went to the couch holding a hand out, waiting for her to join him in their nightly cuddle. 

Instead she’d sat on the coffee table, taking his hand. She’d whispered “Mulder, I got some news at the doctor.” 

“I thought..?” He’d looked worried then and she’d wanted to beam her thoughts into his mind to stave off the five extra seconds of worry. 

“No its nothing bad, its…” She didn’t quite know how to say it, which if she wasnt so distracted she would find hilarious given this was the one thing she’d rehearsed in her dreams every single night the first time around. It came tumbling out of her mouth instead. 

“We’re going to have a baby.”

He’d blinked at her in complete shock and then his brow had furrowed and she’d wanted to say something else but he’d just leaned into her, took her in his arms and drew her into his lap.

“You’re sure? How scully..?” He’d mumbled from her neck. 

“I dont know” she’d cried, holding onto him like a life raft. 

They’d been overcome, trembling together, his tears wetting her neck. And she’d held him and kissed his cheek. 

He’d whispered ‘oh my god’ and found her hands and kissed each finger and then her face giving her little kisses all over, until the tears turned into giggles and they sat back and looked at each other faces red and puffy and happy.

The feeling that welled inside her then was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. At the chance to tell him. The second chance at everything. 

“What about the placenta?” he'd blurted out serious. And her heart could’ve shattered at his care for her. “Will they check it? Make sure you two will be safe not like last time?” His arms wrapped around her waist hugging her close to him.

“Well it was a great deal more stressful last time.” He squeezed her hand “but yes my OBGYN wants me to come in as soon as possible to do some testing.”

“Tomorrow?”

She nodded. 

“I’ll take you.” he said it with a finality that raised her deeply ingrained self suffient hackles and perplexingly turned her on a little.

Normally she’d have shaken her head. She almost did it automatically. But instead she’d smiled. “I’ll call to see if we can come in when Liam is at Bill and Taras.”

He’d sunk to the carpet, let her lie back on the couch as he rested his chin on her hipbone and whisped salutations to their child. Her fingers raked through his chinchilla hair. Trailing his fingers across her bare belly, asking for her to un button and unzip her pants so as to be as close as possble to where their baby currently inhabited her belly. He whispered about how he hoped they’d get her beautiful nose and come to think of it her eyes and the shape of her earlobes. She’d added 

“Tell them about your jawline and your soft hair.” 

“And your mom wishes you’d get my jawline so maybe work on that in there while you can, but I like her hair better so its up to you kid.”

She’d giggled, and they’d cried, and he’d carried her to bed. That night Mulder wrapped his body around her, entangling his limbs in hers, his hands placed protectively around her belly.

And when they woke up three days later and he’d prepared to go to the airport for the gunmen’s case, they both could barely look at each other. 

And he’d hugged her and said, “Don’t worry Scully, no monsters just run of the mill missing persons.” 

But her stomach dropped into her abdomen and stayed there as the door closed behind him, and as she’d started breakfast and cried silently at the stove begging god not to be so cruel. Not to take him a second time. Knowing he’d be okay but feeing deep down something would go wrong, the darkness would find him. 

And it jumped into her throat ten minutes later as the door crashed open and she heard him call her name and his long strides coming determinedly to her in the kitchen, catching her face in his hands, and wildly searching her eyes.

She’d cried his name as he’d asked desperately.

“Why are we doing this again?”

“I dont know” she’d broken down then; relieved, and so happy he’d come back to her. And he’d grabbed her and kissed her like he should’ve the first time, like he wanted a second chance, like they could relive the past and physically force it to change. 

“I dont want to miss a second of you this time.” he’d muttered into her hair holding her to him. 

“Mulder” she’d choked out, emotions too vast to put into words.

“Momma waffles” Liam had reminded her and she saved them before they burned

“Breakfast” she’d smiled weepily at Mulder, as they both wiped tears away.

“Yes, then let’s get out of here.” he’d said looking at her as seriously as she’d ever seen him.

She tilted her head in question

“Lets go to the maine house.”

She tried to hide a smile. “For how long?”

“The rest of it. A year. Forever. However long you want.”

She’d raised her eyebrows. This was her Mulder, all or nothing all the time. She’d fought a smile. “What happens when we get bored?” She crossed her arms, spatula still in hand, after putting the waffle on Liam's plate.

“I have a book to write that I’ve been putting off. You have a baby to grow and two full shelves of books you've been wanting to get through and…” he searched for more concrete reasons, “you wanted to decorate that house…Fall is the best time for antiquing” he’d said fluttering his eyebrows enticingly.

“We can stop at Brimfield on the way up.” he added in a sing song, knowing this would do the trick.

Her eyes lit up, he knew he had her, and he grinned.

“What about my training?”

“Can you take a sebatical?”

“Maybe, I can ask” 

“Ask”

“Okay I’ll call after breakfast.” She said excited at their new plan. 

“Good” his fingers found hers and pulled them around him spatuala and all, as he pulled her into a hug. 

“I’m so happy.” he mumbled in her hair “Its terrifying.” 

She nodded into his chest and said “I know exactly what you mean.”

And then he started laughing and she laughed with him and then Liam started his cutest five year old laugh and soon everyone had dissolved into giggles and hugs.

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The sun dappled her dappled cheeks catching a tree on its rise. She found herself smiling at the memories and she sighed.

He walked up behind her. She didn’t turn around knowing it was him from the sound of his footfalls. He stopped behind her and wrapped his arms under hers and over her slightly swollen belly, tucking his nose into the side of her neck. “Mmm” she hummed “Hi”

“Hi”

“Nice walk?”

“Very relaxing” he muttered into her, lips brushing against the top of her shoulder setting her skin alight in goosebumps. 

“Tomorrow we can all go.” She whispered, tilting her head so he could continue the path up her neck.

“Okay. I found a perfect little outcrop that looks over the lake. The trail is mostly flat.” His nose drifted across her jaw.

She smiled at his worry.

“Mulder” she said in that exasperated voice she knew he loved “I worked for the FBI the first time I was pregnant I can do a hike.”

He just breathed her in. “You smell different.” He murmured from the soft bare skin behind her ear.

“Better or worse” she asked, voice still playful.

“Just different. I love it. I love being here with you, watching you.” He breathed her in deep over exaggerating, and she giggled.

“You’re amazing. Have I told you?”

“Today? Not yet” she teased.

“You’re amazing Dana.” He said kissing her jawline.

“Thank you Fox.” she whispered as if his name was their secret.

“I have something for you.”

She turned in his arms looking at him questioningly. He dug in his back pocket and pulled a notebook out, opened it and on the page there was a perfect maple leaf in fall colors. The veins of it were still green but the colors faded outwards from them in a tricolor rainbow of brightest yellow to deepest red around the very edges.

“It’s beautiful” she said studying the way the colors merged from one vein into another.

“It wasn't ready to fall but it did and it ended up better for it.” He said. “Like us.”

She smiled earnestly up into his eyes. She twirled the stem in her fingertips the light catching it and illuminating the colors even more. 

“Fall always reminded me of you.” He said in a low voice still holding her. She reached up to his face brushing a finger across his plump lower lip. He answered her unspoken request, bending down to brush his lips to hers and allow her to open her mouth to him playing with them between her own, tasting the familiar taste of him on his tongue. Before parting, and pressing her cheek against his chest, looking out at the sun fully risen over the water now.

“I have something for you too” she said glancing up at him, finding his eyes a smile playing on her lips. She dug in her sweater pocket and pulled out a smooth stone and held her hand out with it lying on her palm. He took it beamused, then his eyebrows raised “Its shaped like a UFO” he said surprised. She laughed pleased he could see it too.

It was. It was oblong a perfect sphere from the top with a small hump on one side that could’ve been a cockpit.

“Don’t go imagining it actually is with tiny aliens inside, its just a coincidence in a stone.”

He smirked at her “Maybe” he said suggestively.

She shook her head staring back at her leaf 

“I think I can put this between wax paper and preserve it.”

He kissed her temple their presents held in each others hands.

“I can’t wait for spring, we can swim.”

“The babys due in May, I dont think I’ll be able to for a while after.”

He shrugged. “Then we’ll wait for summer.”

“You’ll take Liam, teach him to swim.” She said with certainty. “We can watch.” She spoke as much to him as her belly.

Mulder smiled and she saw tears flood his eyes threatening to spill over his bottom lashes. She put a hand to his cheek and asked for his eyes. 

He sighed and smiled “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

@today-in-fic

[lizzie-boo]

Decorating

Charlie Weasley x GN!Reader

A/N: Fictober Day 8!

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“Darling I love how excited you are to decorate for Halloween but we can’t have a dragon in the front yard,” you tell your boyfriend Charlie. 

“Why not, she is a perfect fit plus I won’t have to go as far to check on her.” He smiles at you as he lovingly strokes the head of the baby dragon. 

“I know but I’m afraid she may scare the kid when they come by trick or treating.” 

As if to prove your point she lets out a small snort that has smoke swirling into the air. Charlie takes a moment to look between you and the dragon before his shoulders drop in defeat. 

“It was a great idea,” you reassure him, “but why don’t we let her stay in the backyard for now.” 

His face lights up at your compromise and he scoops you into a hug almost lifting you off the ground. He gives you a kiss with a whispered I love you before rushing off to get everything set up.