#i had to awkwardly explain that it was just a costume but it was so worth it

[finchers-ipad]

saw fight club in the cinema…i think i died

[pastorpresent]

Wade LOVES Halloween. Absolutely LOVES it, but his first Halloween with Logan, he decides not to go too overboard. After all, the apartment is Logan's safe space, and he knows he gets easily overwhelmed and filling it with a bunch of loud things that jump out doesn't feel the best option for his PTSD.

He puts up a few decorations, and leaves it at that.

Logan doesn't realise how much the holiday means to Wade until one of his lunch meet ups with Vanessa. She makes a comment about how odd it is that Wade isn't hosting his usual Halloween party this year, and Logan frowns.

"I didn't think he was that into Halloween."

Vanessa snorts, "you kidding me? Our apartment used to look like party city in October."

Logan is confused, until he remembers the way Wade had subtly asked everytime he put up a small Halloween decoration, asking Logan's opinion on the placement, and it clicks in his head that Wade probably thinks he wouldn't like the apartment filled with Halloween stuff.

And yeah, it's not really his favourite holiday, but it seems to be Wade's and he'll be damned if the merc doesn't celebrate it on his accord.

He goes all out. He's not all that familiar with Halloween traditions, so he consults Laura for help. She explains what a 'boo basket' is, and he just sort of stares at her, "why would Wade want a plastic bucket filled with halloween versions of crap he's already got?"

"You're such a man," is her groaned reply, and Logan just adds it to his list of stuff to do.

By the time Halloween rolls around, he's honestly a bit nervous. He spends all day decorating the apartment while Wade is out. He learns from Ness that Wade hates actual pumpkin carving because he can't stand the smell or the feel of the pumpkin guts, so he sets their pumpkins on the coffee table, covered over with a spooky table cloth, with a variety of paints to decorate.

Every inch of the apartment is covered in the tackiest Halloween decor possible. Laura helped him make Halloween cupcakes. Wade's bat basket is sat on the kitchen table, filled up with his favourite candy, a ghost blanket and a little pumpkin stuffed toy. He loads up Hocus Pocus on the TV, since Ness told him it was one of Wade's favourites.

The couples costume is the one thing he insisted on figuring out himself. He'd honestly spent an embarrassingly long amount of time working something out, and he's a little nervous Wade will hate it.

"Honey I'm-"

Logan squirms in the following silence, feeling uncharacteristically anxious. He really wanted to get this right, and he really hopes he hasn't missed anything important and that Wade doesn't think the whole thing is just stupid because he really did try here.

"Are you... Finn?"

"Yeah. I got you uh, princess bubblegum, and..." he whistles for Mary, who waited ever so patiently behind the couch, and she comes scampering out in her Jake costume.

Wade is still just staring, and Logan shuffles awkwardly, "Laura's gonna be Marceline. if you don't want to dress up that's fine. Or if you don't like all this... I can take it down? I wasn't sure what-"

And then he's got an armful of Wade, who's fully wrapped around him, and Logan just barely catches him.

"You like it?" Logan asks, because even if the reaction is pretty telling he needs to know for sure.

"Like it? Like it?! Peanut I fucking love it! I fucking love you," Wade emphasises, tightening his grip, and Logan feels his body relax finally.

"You'll have to thank Laura and Ness. I wouldn't of had a clue what to do otherwise-"

Wade shuts him up with a kiss.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Honestly, you're the best," Wade smiles, a decent that nickname always makes Logan's knees feel a little weak.

"Anything for you, bub. You not realised that by now?"

And it's not a joke, not really, and he can tell Wade knows that by the way his smile softens.

They go to Vanessa's Halloween party that night, and Logan's convinced she crowns them winners of the costume contest out of pity for all of Logan's effort the last few days, but it doesn't matter anyway because of the way the matching 'best dressed' sashes make Wade somehow light up even more for the rest of the night.

[lady-ashfade]

Cantober: can you do Yandere class 1a doing a trick-or-treat contest!

🍬 Candy Competition 🍬

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yan!Class 1A x Gn!Reader

Fall Tober Day 2

WARNINGS: Yandere, Light-Hearted, Reader being tugged around, short but cute, rushed ending.

GENRA: Imagine/HC’s

WORDS: 1.5k

A/N: where have I been? That’s interesting- I had surprising surgery and it took all my motivation away, so I have been recovering from that….Yayyy

All weeks lead to this moment. All that time you spent putting on makeup in your mirror, saving to buy that costume, and time it spent to get it right- all came down to this moment.

“Has everyone brought a coat?” Iida shouts above your wailing classmates as they all express their excitement. It was a really nice sight to see everyone so happy and not at each other’s throats. The girls complementing one other on their costumes, taking pictures and hyping up the other. While the boys did the same, it was different. Like, some of them had fake weapons and decided to have a soft fight.

Izuku was dressed as…Of course it’s allmight but one of his old suits. He was explaining the lore to todoroki who stood there with a calm expression in a vampire outfit. It was plain, you knew he just walked into a store and then threw on whatever was in the packet. But, he looked lovely nonetheless.

“Love your costume,” a voice popped up from behind you, following with a pair of hands tugging on your outfit. Turning around you see a floating costume — Hagakure was speaking. You smile and slight shuffling away, hoping to not draw attention to leaning away from the touch.

“Thanks! It cost a lot but it was worth it!!” You shout and show it off with your hands as you giggle happily.

It took a minute to realize what she had on before your mouth started to squeak with excitement, “You’re costume is so perfect, it makes it more scary.” if she wasn’t invisible she would have turn a different shade by now. She was going as Raven from teen titans, it was cool to see it just floating and no one behind the hood.

“I also think you look wonderful” a shy but perky voice chirps. You look to the side and see koda with a shy look on his face, red tented cheeks and a avoided gaze. He was dressed up in a white lab coat, well more of a doctors coat plus all the equipment.

You giggled and reach for the bird on his shoulder who graciously allows you to pet its head, “Dr. Dolittle? A little on the nose,” as the bird pushes its head back into your hand while koda freaks out a bit, but you are quick to dismiss his embarrassment.

“Not a bad thing tho! I honestly like your costume, plus you have so many animals— it’s easily my favorite.”

Suddenly everyone went quiet, all eyes turned to you and you awkwardly shuffled. Tension filled the air and you dropped your hand from the bird who whined at the loss. “What? Why are you all staring at me?” It didn’t take but a few seconds before everyone crowned around you, pushing poor koda away before showing off their amazing costumes.

“What about me? You said you loved my costume,” Mina pouts her lips as she plays with her skirt. You quickly tried to comfort her, “So you think I look cute? Awe baby!!” She went to kiss you before Kaminari got in her place in front of you. 

“I’m a handsome devil!! Flynn Rider, from your fav Disney movie,” a week before this he begged you to be Rapunzel and even though you declined he still kept the costume. He heard you say flynn was hot, so obviously you think he’s hot now. “Don’t fight it, or the smolder.” And he pulls out the exact face flynn does in the movie….How long did he practice that?

“You helped me make the costume,” Shouji lift up his shoulders and moves is arms- he was Doc Ock. And you did help him when he asked, honestly you picked it out for him. Once you suggested it and he planned on doing what you wanted.

“I believe I get a chance to speak,” Todoroki raises his hand amongst the crowd before people talk over him.

They are all shouting now, each one of them getting pushed, many hands tried to grab you, and yet when they tried to kiss you or flirt it went over your head because something else was happening.

“Everyone stop yelling!” A loud and annoyed voice echoes over everyone, making the whole class stop and straighten up. You sigh in relief, thanking your teacher in your mind for saving you. “Everyone pay attention, you have two hours to complete this area. Who ever gets the most candy wins.”

As usual, The Dekusquad pair up, along with the Dakusquad and the more chill ones group together. “What do we win?” Denki asks while everyone nods.

“Two tickets to see F/B.” Mic pops out of nowhere and announces the prize. You let out a streak of excitement and everyone turns.

“I’m winning this thing!” your obsessed classmate glare at each other, there was only one way to get this right- is to make sure you win! Or, win themselves and take you — either way they wanna play tug of war for your attention.

Everyone including you lined up at the gates and you noticed a timer above the arch. It looks real, you think as you stare at the fake town in front of you. It was to dangerous to have the whole school in the city when you guys seem to have targets on your back, so they built a whole small city inside the USJ!! You heard that some parents are here, actors and even pro!heros who have the time to spare.

As the clock counted down in the tenths you started to fiddle, same as your classmates while getting impatient. “Good luck everyone! Sorry if I happened to get competitive.” you shout just before the time loudly goes off.

You expected to get trampled over so you started to run but the area around you changed.

You were in the middle of the street!! Fake houses to your every turn, Halloween decorations in the small yards. “What hero can transport?” it was a question that you shake off before heading to the house on your left.

Somewhere in the distance your classmates cause hell to find you, and get as much candy as they can to win.

“Two lollipops? What are you, cheap?” Katsuki yells at the old lady who opened the door, his friends awkwardly shuffling in the back. Kirishima tugged him by the back collar away from the lady and back to the path.

“Can’t yell at people man! What would y/n say? So unmanly.” kats just huffs at his best friend and pulls away from his grip. All things considered they have been doing well, their bags are getting full and heavy.

“Look who I found?” A feminine voice speaks out, making the boys turn back around. They see you tripping over your shoes as Mina gives you a little nudge closer.

“Mina,” you whine, “I love hanging out but I have to win! This is F/S we are talking about here, I would sell my soul to get tickets.” You try to stray away from them but they block you.

“We can woke together! It’s no different then going alone.” Denki was at your side and placed his arm around you, getting himself shocked at the touch of you.

“We have so much candy, wouldn’t you like to join in? We have more then you!” Sero tries to manipulate you into staying.

So you sigh and let them take you to the other houses, and soon enough your bag is full but you try and push the candy down to make more room.

“I can’t believe you guys,” you smile, “If I win, I am for sure taking one of you!!”

Green Flash.

The place you were standing in is now empty and no sign of you, a gust of wind shakes their clothes and hair. There was only one person who could have made that struck of green energy…

“Deku!” Katsuki shouts but he wasn’t heard by the corporate.

The Dekusquad had taken you and had no plan of letting you go, they only have ten minutes left to make sure you, or themselves won. And they would be damned if they let anyone else win.

“Come on darling,” a hand stroked your cheek and made your eyes open. You saw shoto looking at you, while izuku held you in his arms. “Can’t win if you have your eyes closed.”

“Yeah!” Shoto was pushed aside by a overly excited Ochako. “We wanted to help you win, we already have three full bags.” Iida, Shoto, and Froppy held up the full bags and your eyes go wide.

“Izuku, you can put me down now.” he was quickly to apologize and let you down, turning bright red and looked shameful.

“Next time warn me,” you get a feel for standing again as iida helps you stand straight without getting dizzy.

Over all you had a amazing time with your friends even if they weren’t easy to handle. And when you walked back into the gates, there was a chance of winning. Thought you didn’t win first place, the dekusquad did and promised you the tickets…

“What, which one of us gets to go…”

[defectivehero]

The hero is taking their nephew trick-or-treating tonight for the first time, and they’re a bit nervous. Their nephew, Danny, is a great kid and well-behaved. The hero just isn’t used to acting as a guardian.

But as the afternoon begins, they start to relax as they see how much fun Danny is having. They watch as he runs up to a rather nice house, returning moments later with candy.

Then the hero sees the homeowner motion for them to come closer. They see that familiar form—almost seeming misplaced in civilian clothing—and their heart drops. Out of all the people they could’ve encountered… they just had to find the villain.

Gritting their teeth, the hero tells their nephew to run to the next house and stay within eyesight… before they walk up to the doorstep of the villain’s house.

“I didn’t realize you had a child,” the villain hums casually.

“Don’t,” the hero warns them.

“What?” The villain asks, having the audacity to look offended. “It was just an observation.” They blink innocently.

“He’s my nephew.” The hero spits out. They must be doing a bad job of hiding their distrust, because the villain sighs theatrically.

“Trust me, if I were up to something, you’d know,” the villain huffs. “Besides, I have… other priorities tonight.” They glance to the side and, in a few seconds, a child heads towards the doorway. The hero blinks. This must be the villain’s child.

“Um. Hi.” The hero says awkwardly, still reeling from the realization that the villain has a child.

The kid has the same eyes and nose as their parent. The resemblance is startling. “That’s a bad hero costume,” they remark helpfully. “You’re missing the amulet.”

They are missing their amulet, ironically. The hero self-consciously puts a hand to their collarbone before sighing. The villain looks endlessly amused, and also a bit wary of them—as if worried about their behavior in front of their child. The hero resists an eye roll at that, before glancing down the sidewalk. Their nephew is running back to them, bouncing on his heels impatiently as he evidently wonders what’s taking them so long.

“Hi,” the hero greets their nephew, placing a hand on his shoulder. He settles down a little, but still looks eager to go to the next house.

“Hi.” He answers. Then he looks curiously at the other child and smiles at them. The villain’s child smiles ever so slightly in response. The hero studies them for a moment, taking in those familiar hazel eyes on someone far more innocent and pure hearted than their enemy. Then they notice the kid’s costume and the slight frown on their lips and wonder if the villain has taken them trick or treating yet. It doesn’t look like it, actually—and that would explain the envious glances the kid is shooting at Danny.

“You know,” the hero says, crossing their arms over their chest. They’re already making the offer before they can think about it. “I was going to take Danny here trick-or-treating anyways… I’d be happy to take your child too.”

The villain studies them for a long, long time. The tense silence is only broken by a movement from the child at their side, who hesitates for a moment before crossing the threshold of the doorway and standing next to Danny.

“Do you want to go with them, Kel?” The villain asks; their child nods brightly in response. The villain lets out a long-suffering sigh, turning their attention to the hero. “Very well. I’m trusting you to ensure their safety.”

“Of course,” the hero responds sincerely. “I’ll have them back by curfew at 7.”

“6:30,” the villain argues.

The hero squints at them skeptically, before glancing down at their watch. It’s only 4:45 p.m. That’s plenty of time. “Fine.” They agree.

“If anything happens to them-” The villain starts.

“I know,” the hero interjects, before they can utter any threats in front of the children.

“I’m trusting you,” their enemy repeats gravely. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The hero nods, understanding just how much faith the villain is placing in them. Then an idea comes to mind. “Get your phone out.” The villain stares at them for a moment, before doing as requested. From there, the hero gives them their phone number. Then they reach into their own pocket and turn their phone’s ringer on. “Okay?” They ask, looking at them pointedly. The message is clear: Call me if you need anything.

The villain is staring at them with a complex expression on their face. “Okay.” They respond. Then they look to their child. “Have fun, alright?”

With that, the hero turns their back on the villain and watches as their nephew and their enemy’s child excitedly race ahead to the next house. They can feel the villain’s gaze watching them, even as they turn the corner and head out of sight.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

hi can u make a X reader oneshot about Ethan Landry where the reader knows about him being ghostface and still be willing to fuck without him knowing that she knows? and have her be as obsessed with Ethan as he is with her :))

𝒲𝓇ℴ𝓃𝑔

18+, mdni alot of making out, p in v, fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), you take Ethan’s virginity, mention of murder

Your eyes widened as you picked up the mask with shaky hands. You realized the knife shining underneath the rest of the clothes as well. Fuck. Shit. Okay. Just put it back before he comes back, you thought.

With a sense of urgency, you rummaged through his drawer, your fingers brushing past his clothes and you went to the bottom of the drawer, burying it underneath all the clothes and closing the drawer.

He had told you to get something for him, not snoop around. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, trying to ignore how your friend was fucking ghostface.

Once you found what he actually asked for you to get, you took a deep breath before stepping into the living room.

You silently handed it to him. He noticed your odd behavior and quirked an eyebrow at you.

Maybe it was a Halloween mask or something. But that wouldn’t explain the knife. The thoughts ran in your mind, you would have to find out more later.

You sat back down on the couch with the group, but you couldn't focus on the movie. All you could focus on was Ethan.

You have had a crush on Ethan for a long time now, with feelings bordering on obsession.

You glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your staring. He did however, turning his head to you. Your head snapped back to the TV quickly.

Fuck, fuck. What if he knew that you knew something? What if you were his next target? Although you wouldn’t mind that so much.

You avoided him for a few days, and the worst part? You missed him. God, you missed him. It felt wrong, it was wrong. You both usually talked every day, so he knew something was up.

—

“Y/n?” The familiar voice of Ethan said from behind you.

You stood, tensing up before turning around at his voice. This party was the last place you wanted to see him.

“Ethan.” You said, giving him a small smile. He was wearing a robot cardboard costume, it was dorky but cute. He also had a jacket tied around his waist. He took off the headpiece of his costume and held it by his side.

“Are you okay? I called you… like 5 times.” He asked you.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ve been busy. But, how’s uh, Econ? And your other classes?”

“It’s going good. Professors really getting on my nerves though.” He laughed.

You smiled at him, you missed his laugh, his smile, his entire face. It was wrong.

You both stayed silent for a while, awkwardly standing and looking at each other.

You began to talk again, then suddenly, some drunk guy ran into you, spilling alcohol all on your clothes.

You gasped, he mumbled a small apology and slipped past. You flicked him off and sighed heavily, looking at your shirt. Of course it happened while you dressed up as an Angel.

“Shit.” Ethan said, his eyes widened and his eyes went over your body.

“Asshole.” You mumbled, making your way upstairs. Ethan followed behind you upstairs and into the bathroom.

He opened up a cabinet, handing you a rag.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, trying your best to wipe it.

“Uh.. here.” He began to untie the jacket around his waist.

“It’s fine, Eth-“ but he ignored it, putting the jacket on your shoulders and zipping it up, biting his bottom lip on the process.

You smiled at him, his hands stopped and stayed for a moment. You stared at him, and he stared at you back. Suddenly, he leaned in, cupping your face as he kissed you.

Your hands went to his shoulders, kissing him back. The electricity coursing through your veins seemed to intensify as the softness of his lips met yours.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your heart raced with anticipation. As your lips brushed against his, you savored the taste of him, it felt like your dreams coming true.

You backed up against the counter, hopping on it and never leaving his lips once. The kiss turned from gentle and slow to a sloppy make out.

“Room?” You asked breathlessly against your lips.

“I’m a… a virgin...” He mumbled quietly and looked down at the ground, slightly ashamed.

“I know.” You whispered back. He smiled at you.

You both went out into the hallway, quickly opening an empty room.

He shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes landed on you and his lips were back on you again.

Softly he pushed you down on the bed, you moaned into his mouth when he said his tongue in your mouth.

You took notice of the tent in his pants, you moved away from the kiss to unbutton his pants. He helped and pulled them down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then he looked at the shirt, his jacket. You took off your shirt, bra, and his jacket.

But then he stopped you when you began to take off your pants.

“Can you… wear my jacket?” He asked shyly.

You smiled at him. Cute. You put his jacket back on, and then began to take off your pants. He threw his shirt off and you both were only left in underwear.

He gave you a peck on your lips, and his lips trailed down your body. He kissed your neck, then biting and sucking on the flesh. He took time to appreciate and savor you, the person who he’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you.

He then made his way down to your pussy, pulling off your underwear and looking up at you for a second. He was on his knees and your legs were on the edge of the bed.

He moved his mouth to your cunt, kitten licking it at first to test the waters. A mewl came from your mouth, and for some one who’s a virgin, he ate pussy good. His tongue was focused on your clit, licking it repeatedly as your hands were buried in his hair, pulling and tugging at the brown locks.

He ate like a starved man given food. You cried out his name, and you were thankful for the booming music downstairs.

You were close, and he didn’t care. His tongue worked faster on your clit, you moaned out his name once more and came on his face. He finally left your pussy then, looking at you and licking your juices off his tongue with a smirk.

You smiled at him, and he moved up to kiss you again, cupping your face. You could taste yourself on him.

He removed his angry cock out his boxers finally, letting out a groan as he stroked it in front of you for a moment. He wasn’t small, by any means. He was bigger than you expected if anything. You were shocked at the size.

He put it to your entrance, looking at your face as he slowly slide into your warmness. You both let out moans, he stayed still inside you for a moment to let you adjust and then started to move.

He felt like he could bust right then and there. But he wanted this to be a better experience, so he tried his best to hold his orgasm back for a while.

You moaned as he slid out and back into you, his first few thrusts were sloppy but he was a quick learner. He got the hang of if.

Fuck, it was wrong but you loved it. You loved how his curls bounced on his face, his moans and groans slipping out his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, and how his hips met yours.

“E-eth!” You cried out, he loved the way you called out his name. He loved how you laid underneath him, melting under him. In his mind you, had no clue about his plans for your friends, or how bad of a person he was, or how many people he’s killed.

But you did. It was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so good?

You came without warning, he groaned and couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside of you.

You whined as he pulled out.

“I know, I know. Sorry.” He said quietly, and he laid down next to you.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I like you?” You mumbled.

He laughed quietly. “I like you too.”

[mrsriddlenott]

Patience Pt3

Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

[masterlist][Pt2]

Warnings:Possessive Behavior(a bit),Teasing, Use of Magic on Reader,Smut,Exhibitionism, C0ckwarming,3some(2 Mattheos☺️), Oral(m!receiving), Unprotected PinV.

“How does that feel Gorgeous?” Mattheo asked as he massaged the back of your neck. You were sat in his large bathtub between his legs surrounded by bubbles. Your “classroom activities” had taken a lot of energy out of you both, but Mattheo took it upon himself to pamper you as soon as he saw you could barley walk to the dungeons on your own.

He scooped you up in his arms, suffocating you with kisses as he carried you to his dorm where he cleaned you up before joining you in a warm bath to let you relax against him. He explained all you missed from your classes, thanks to him, while massaging your back that the hard wood of the desk left sore. Kissing every mark he’d left on your body until you were both giggling in the rapidly cooling water.

“There’s a Halloween party in the Room of Requirements tonight, I was thinking we could throw together a costume and make an appearance.” You sighed as Mattheo’s arms snaked around you, what you really needed was a good nap in his arms, not a party.

“I’m not really feeling up to a party right now Matty but I won’t stop you from going of course.” Mattheo sighed behind you, kissing at your neck and shoulders before rising out of the water.

"Alright, I was looking forward to seeing you in a costume but I won't push it," He leant down to lean on the slippery ledge of the tub, placing a long kiss to your lips before leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Mattheo quickly threw on Joker-like makeup and dirtied his new white button up with fake blood, before giving you a kiss full of face-paint and slipping out of his dorm room to let you get comfortable in his bed.

But even after two hours, sleep never came, as you lay watching the ceiling above you, you wondered what Mattheo was doing. If he'd decided to drink or smoke or if he was already on the way back. You felt so tired in his arms but now you were regretting turning down his offer. You caught yourself thinking of a costume to put together and before you knew it you were back in your dorm, shoving your hair into mismatched pigtails and trying your best to style a black and red Harley Quinn esque outfit.

You shoved your way through the crowd of drunk and high students looking for only one face, becoming increasingly annoyed at the more people you found that weren’t your boyfriend. When you finally saw him he was sat in the middle of a seemingly very old couch that sat in the very back of the room, between Draco and some girl. Draco clearly was in his own world with a brunette 6th year on his right as Mattheo awkwardly spoke with a blonde that was definitely trying to flirt, inching closer to him as he scooted backwards toward his friend. For a second you just watched, you and Mattheo’s relationship was relatively new so you couldn’t fault the girl for trying. Especially when you left him alone at this party.

So you took it upon yourself to make sure everyone knew that you were his. You walked with purpose, black heels clicking on the floor as you approached your boyfriend, flopping down on his lap with no warning. Mattheo tensed for a split second, getting ready to push you off before catching your scent and pulling you into him with a dramatic sigh of relief, “Thought you weren’t coming Princess” Mattheo’s hands immediately came up to rest on your hips as your legs draped across his, black and red skirt riding up slightly at his touch.

“I decided you looked far too good to come alone, and it seems I was right,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a chaste kiss as you felt the couch dip and resurface from the blonde leaving to flirt with someone else.

“Mm….I think it’s you who looks too good to be at this party,” He practically growled as he chased your lips, you giggled down at him before slipping off his lap, pulling him to the farther end of the couch, separating you and him from Draco and his fling.

“Is my girl jealous?” Mattheo spoke as though it was the scandal of the year, tugging you back onto his lap as he settled into the far side of the couch.

“Nope, just territorial,” You caught his lips in yours the second your back rested against the dusty arm of the couch. Mattheo wasted no time in delving into the kiss, marking you as his to the party, just as much as you were him.

“You have no idea how insanely hot that is,” He sighed into your mouth, “but I think I need to teach you a lesson, don’t you?” His voice dropped as his eyes darkened, staring up at you with a growing smirk. You felt his dominance circle around you as you nodded your head with the daring smile Mattheo loved so much.

“You’re gonna keep me warm under this little costume, and you’re gonna keep yourself quiet, if anyone finds out what’s happening you’ll be punished.” Mattheo sighed as his hand reached between your bodies, hastily unbuttoning his pants and pulling his already fully hard dick out. He lightly shoved you a bit forward, groaning at your lack of panties and obvious wetness on your thighs, before roughly pulling you back against his chest, filling you up entirely as he flattened you skirt to hide where you connected.

“You’re a little tease ya know that?” His voice was a growl in the back of your mind as he gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him, forcing you to hold back a moan, “You planned to come here and fuck with me didn’t you? Got a bit distracted though huh Gorgeous?

You nodded your head with a whimper as his grip tightened, “You wouldn’t mind getting a little more distracted would you?” He chuckled behind you as though he couldn’t stop himself when you clenched around him, knowing exactly what was coming.

Mattheo leant back, resting his head against the couch with a sigh, gripping your hips even tighter letting you know to stay put, and closing his eyes to gain full precision. Before you fully knew what was happening, Mattheo was in your mind. You saw him, exactly as he was dressed now, but directing above you. Your face was level with his prominent bulge as he ghosted his fingers down your cheek, you whimpered slightly, realizing you could both see and feel him this time.

Mattheo held a wide smile faced towards the ceiling as he put all of his focus into projecting himself in your thoughts, “I’m the only person who gets to fuck you, just like you’re the only person who gets to fuck me.”

The Mattheo in front of you didn’t speak, you heard his voice in your thoughts as his dark eyes bore into you, but his lips remained straight and unwavering while his eyes read your face. He held a threatening, dominant way about him, he seemed dark and alluring, much like the Mattheo you met. You subconsciously clenched around your boyfriend as your legs came together, wondering if this was a copy of himself or a portrayal of your thoughts.

“It’s both my curious little girl. I’m using your thoughts and memories to make you see me as I want you to, while manipulating your brain’s passageways to make your nerve endings think I’m touching you.” You gasped lightly as the feeling of Mattheo’s calloused hand quickly found it’s way to your neck, gripping it tightly with a phantom push while his real hands pulled your back flush against his chest.

The feeling of a fourth hand creeping up your thigh shocked a louder gasp from you, the dark eyes of the imaginary Mattheo snapped up to yours to remind you to be quiet, before focusing back on your legs. It felt as though Mattheo was holding you still for himself as his hand snaked below your skirt to play with your clit while you stretched around the real Mattheo, you let your legs start to spread to allow his hand closer access before they were snapped shut as Mattheo’s chest vibrated with a satisfied chuckle behind you.

“Keep those pretty legs shut, it doesn’t matter what I do to you, you’ll feel it. No need to open them.” His voice was filled with humor, a stark contrast to the look of the Mattheo hunching over to kiss up your neck, trapping you between your boyfriend and his imaginary doppelgänger. You squirmed around on him as he stimulated your clit from your mind, the sensation of his strong grip and wet kisses forcing your head to lean back onto his real shoulder.

You could feel Mattheo pulsing inside you, you thought of how you must look from the other party goers point of views but the worry was nothing compared to the pleasure you felt. Your brain couldn’t form a sentence as Mattheo brought his lips to the side of your neck, his phantom self fighting for your attention on the other as they both nipped and licked at your neck.

Mattheo’s imaginary hand slowly found it’s way down your neck and to your chest, aggressively squeezing at the soft flesh before pinching at your nipple. You were forced to bite down on your lip so hard you tasted blood to keep from making any noise as his fingers circled your clit faster before forcing into you as well, seemingly stretching you past your limit as your eyes began to roll and water. Mattheo kept stimulating your g-spot from your mine, it started to feel like too much to handle in front of all your classmates and suddenly as you shook on Mattheo’s lap, you were too self conscious for this.

You didn’t need to try and form the words, before you even recognized you were thinking it, Mattheo was already slipping out of your mind, the Mattheo in front of you vanishing like smoke, the feeling of his hands gone, leaving you shell shocked on top of your boyfriend.

“Can we go somewhere else Matty?” Your voice was weak and desperate, only audible to Mattheo as he lifted you off of him, quickly tidying himself before tugging you away towards the giant door. The cool air of the corridor fanning across your face as you rushed to the dungeons was a welcome change from the stuffy, smoky air of the party. As you rushed through to the Slytherin Common Room and started toward Mattheo’s dorm you were pulled back against his chest.

“Everyone’s at the party or in bed by now Gorgeous.” Mattheo’s warm breath fanned against your neck as he whispered in your ear, “I always wanted to have sex in the Common Room, do you wanna make that a reality Baby?” Your heart hammered against your chest with excitement as you imagined him taking you in the Slytherin couches, only one thing was missing.

“Yes, but um….could you….” Mattheo’s face immediately lit up at the sound of your voice, already knowing the question and more than happy to comply. Your face was bright red as you turned to look up at him, he just had to hear you say it and he’d be satisfied. In a flash he’d shoved you against the arm of the couch, letting your back fall against the cushions as your skirt flew up. Mattheo notched himself between your legs as he lowered himself on top of you, kissing his way up your torso and across your neck.

“Can I what Baby?” His lip caught between his teeth as he pushed his clothed bulge against you, looking up to watch happily as you moaned around your lip “Come on Baby tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear, licking it’s shell teasingly before kissing it lightly.

“Can you…can you bring him back?” You blurted out, more embarrassed than you’d ever been. He chuckled darkly in your ear, looking back to you, eyes blown as though you were his very own drug.

“You wanna be fucked by two of me my sweet little Freak?” You whimpered at his words as you maintained eye contact, “Please Matty”

Mattheo completely lost control at your request, he flipped you on the green couch, positioning your chest against the other arm as he pushed your back down, forcing you to arch upwards and locking your hands behind your back in one of his. “If you want me to stop say so, if you can’t speak just think it and I’ll take it all away okay Princess?”

“Okay,” Suddenly your vision of the common room was blocked by a pair of legs in black jeans, a rough hand took your chin in it’s palm forcing you to look up at the copy of your boyfriend. His veining hand worked to undo the buttons of his pants as Mattheo’s real hands pulled your legs apart behind you. He lined himself up at your entrance just as his doppelgänger brought the tip of his leaking dick to smear across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Your lips immediately parted, moans slipping past as Mattheo shoved into you from behind, immediately setting a fast pace that allowed his counter part to slam himself into your mouth while your jaw lay slack from moans. You could hear how wet you were, sending shivers down your spine as the sound of Mattheo entering you bounced off the dungeon walls. He groaned as you clamped down on him, steading himself with a hand on the back of the couch.

Mattheo watched your mouth suck around a ghost of himself, gagging as though he was really there. He had absolutely no idea how hot it could be to watch you suck him off from a different angle, making his dick twitch inside of you as his fingers dug into your wrists harder. He began to stutter, the sight of you taking him twice had him close to coming already. Your moans were muffled around his dick, your jaw was growing sore and your throat began to hurt as the other Mattheo fucked into your face, only adding to your pleasure as the real Mattheo behind you began to falter and lose focus from your walls fluttering around him. His second-self came in and out of focus in your mind, unintentionally teasing you as your boyfriend released your hands to bring his to your clit. You were a moaning mess as the second Mattheo completely vanished, your boyfriend too caught up in his own release to focus on the projection.

You felt warm spurts of his come fill you as you clenched around him, shaking slightly as your moans became uncontrollably louder. Mattheo’s hand snaked around your neck from behind, tugging you up to him as his other hand worked harder and faster on your clit, forcing you to scream in pleasure as you came on his dick. You both fell forward, Mattheo hugging you into him from behind, kissing up and down your neck as his focus returned. Mattheo held you, soothingly whispering how good you were for them as he entered your mind and allowed his other self to massage up and down your shaking legs. You felt more pleased than you ever had in your life, and you knew you’d be doing this again very soon. Mattheo chuckled behind you and pulled you up, lifting you in his arms to bring you back to his bathtub.

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I think I might do one more to this because I don’t wanna stop caught but I also don’t want two long running Mattheo series so please send me requests if you want anything specific in Pt4☺️

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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Four

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,216

It was the beginning of the summer holidays, luckily there wasn't much sun. But in a few days, me and my family were going on holiday to Denali to see our cousins, which I was so excited about. But also I wouldn't be able to see Paul.  

I was getting ready to go see him today, he wanted to take me to La Push beach. It was strange because suddenly I was allowed everywhere. I decided to wear more clothes than usual, I had been to the beach once when I was human with my mother and younger brother. Since being a vampire I had avoided them. I put on long jeans, trainers, and a top with long sleeves. And I tied my hair into two long braids. 

"Guys I'm leaving for my date" I yelled out smiling, I had a date. I jumped onto my motorbike and started driving towards La Push. I was so excited. I kept driving until I reached the beach, Paul was waiting there, his eyes wide. 

"You drive a motorbike?" He asked I nodded, parking it. I jumped off and skipped over to him, we hugged tightly. 

"How are you?" He asked, smiling. 

"I'm good, how about you?" I smiled and took his hand, and we started wandering the beach. I took my shoes off and felt the sand on my toes, which was nice. 

I noticed the sun hiding behind the clouds. 

"Are you sure no one is around?" I asked, nervously. He nodded. 

"Yeah, not many people come here" He smirked, holding my hand tighter. 

We turned a corner and there was a blanket on the sand, with a basket. I smiled at him. 

"Is this for us?" I asked, he nodded, with a cheeky grin and sat down. I sat with him and watched him start to unload the basket. He put a drink next to me and some food around us. I suddenly felt back. I didn't eat, surely he knew that. 

"Paul, I don't eat," I said, he grinned. 

"I know, the food is for me, the drink is for you, its bourbon, I read that vampires like alcohol" 

I felt so happy. I grabbed the bottle, it was a water bottle and took a sip, it was bourbon, good bourbon. 

"Thank you, Paul" I smiled. 

He started eating, I looked out at the view, it was lovely. The ocean was crashing onto the rocks, and the smell of salt was wonderful. 

"I forgot how much I love the beach" I smile. 

"When did you last come to the beach?" He asked. 

"I was 14 I think? I remember wearing my swimming costume which covered my entire body, my brother and I got ice cream" I smiled, remembering. 

"Can I ask how old you are? Is that rude?" He asked I laughed. I was so used to people asking me my age. 

"It's fine, I just don't want to put you off, but I'm 154" I answered

"Wow, when were you born?" He asked.

"1866" I smiled. 

"I bet time was different back then," He said awkwardly.

"Yes, back then we wouldn't be left alone like this" I giggled, "You would have courted me after asking my father's permission, and then after a few months, you would propose to me, and then not long after we'd be married"

"I suppose I could ask Carlisle permission" He laughed. I shook my head, 

"Carlise is more like my brother, he found me a few months after I was turned" I explained. 

"What happened to your family? What did they do?" He asked. No one had really asked me about my family. 

"My mother was a housewife, my father worked in a factory, I wasn't really close with either of them, they let me know they didn't like me as much as my brother" I explained "I loved my little brother, Henry, he was only 17 when I died. I know it hit him hard, after a few years I went to go check him and his life"

"Was he happy?" Paul asked I smiled, I knew I'd be crying if I could. 

"He married and had a few children, he was happy, what made me really happy there were a few photos of me when I was younger in his house" I smiled.

"Well, that's normal though, having pictures of your loved ones" He chuckled. 

"Well it was still kind of new to have photos, I even have this large painting of me and my family at home, because that was still a thing when I was young" I explained. 

"That's kind of cool" He smiled, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my hand.

"I'm leaving tomorrow to go to Denali" I tell him. 

"For a holiday?" He asked, and I nod. As he said that I felt the sun peak from the sun and glitter along my skin. 

"Wow, vampires really do sparkle" He stated. I nodded, stretching my limps. 

"It feels nice" I smile.

Paul reaches up and strokes his hand over my glittering cheek, I lean into his hand and close my eyes. 

"You're beautiful" He smirks, shuffling forward. 

"Can I kiss you Y/N?" He asked, quietly like he is nervous. I nod, not opening my eyes. I hear him shuffle some more, and then his warm lips touch mine. We stay still until I moved closer and push my lips more firmly against his. It had been years since I had kissed someone, but this beat every kiss I've ever had. His hand flattened against my cheek and his other hand pressed against my other cheek holding me as our lips movies together. 

We kissed, for what it seemed like hours, but Paul pulled back to breathe. I smiled and noticed his blush. I wish I could blush. 

"That was really nice" I smiled, he nodded agreeing. 

For the rest of the evening, we laid on the blanket, looking up at the sky, talking about our lives, dreams, and school. He was impressed with how many college courses I had done. And with how many books I had read. Just wait until he saw my room, it was basically a library. The entire time we spoke, his hand was holding mine, like he was scared to let go. I hoped he never let go. 

As the day came to an end, and he had to go on patrol for Sam, he kissed me again before I hopped onto my motorbike and sped home. 

Of course, when I got home, they were all waiting, massive grins on their faces. 

"How did it go?" Esme squealed. 

"It was lovely, now I'd love to chat but I'd like to take a nice hot bath and read for the evening" I smiled walking past my family. 

"A hot bath thinking about Paul, I'm sure" Emmett piped up. 

"I'll fight you" I laughed speeding up the stairs to my room. 

I started running the bath with an expensive bubble bath Tayna got me last time I saw her. I picked up three books, I'd probably stay in the bath for a few hours to ease my hard muscles. 

When I sunk into the water and sighed loudly, I thought to myself. Emmett was right. 

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can we get a pining villain out in their civilian clothes when they bump into hero (also in civilian clothes) and recognizes them immediately, but hero doesn’t and starts friendly conversation while villain is both unsure of what to do and secretly crushing? Sorry if that’s an odd request ahhhh ^^;

Oh god.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry-” The hero picked up the books and shoved them back into the villain’s arms awkwardly. “I don’t know where my head is today, I didn’t…nevermind, the books aren’t dirty or anything? Library hates dog ears.”

The villain shook their head slowly. They hadn’t even checked.

“And you’re okay? Not hurt or anything? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

Again, the villain shook their head, even though their shoulder was pulsing in pain. The hero was quite strong. Stronger than they looked, definitely. It wasn’t like the villain had been obsessed with the idea of finding out their civilian persona.

They knew of other villains who dedicated their entire being to finding out absolute everything about their nemesis. But for the most time, the villain didn’t want to know anything about them.

They didn’t want to know what they did or whom they talked to. Or when they were visiting friends or lovers. When they went on dates or when they broke up with someone.

Because, ultimately, it wasn’t any of their business, right? And they weren’t on such a low level to force a foul gameplay onto them. Blackmailing them, kidnapping lovers…the villain didn’t like that.

However, now that they stood in front of the hero, they weren’t quite sure what to say nor what to do. They had recognised them immediately. Their widened eyes, their fingers. At first they hadn’t been sure but some scars gave the hero away.

They were obviously hiding them, pulling down sleeves and shifting a little — it was a habit the villain was used to too.

“I’m sorry again. I’m probably taking up a lot of your time already but do we know each other?” the hero asked suddenly. They tilted their head, just like last Wednesday when the villain had explained to them how to identify a fake bomb. The sunlight was hitting the hero’s eyes just right but this was probably some cruel joke from above.

The hero was one of those popular people probably. Popular at school, at work, in the neighbourhoods. Someone everyone loved, someone who was so sweet they were rotting teeth left and right.

Months ago, the villain had thought they were jealous of them but that was wrong. They were enchanted by them, wondering how a person who had gone through hell and back was still able to be kind.

“No…”

“Are you sure? You seem very familiar to me,” the hero said. They were curious, seemed intrigued by the villain. Their backstory wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew about the troubled childhood, the kidnapping and the trading. Being raised like cattle.

Everyone knew.

And the villain could relate. Opening up about it was difficult but they felt like the hero could understand, they could love them despite everything.

If the villain was even worthy of that kind of affection. They closed their eyes, trying to throw that thought into a bin.

“…I’m just a tourist,” the villain lied. Their neck was getting embarrassingly hot. Why was the hero staring at them like that? They’d never seen their expression be so soft, had never seen the little scar above their brow. Somehow, this felt like a prank.

“Hm, well, I’m really sorry for bothering you then.” The hero’s eyes fell down to the books and back up. A hint of a smile decorated their face and for a second, the hero just stood there in front of them with the busy sounds of the city passing by. “For how long are you staying?”

“…I am departing tomorrow.”

“Oh? Back home?”

“Yeah…” This was going terribly. The villain swallowed. They felt like a teenager again, too awkward to talk to their crush. In costume it was a little different. They could allow themselves to put on a show and pretend to be eccentric. But here they felt so…exposed.

“Pardon me, this is probably a little abrupt but…” Suddenly, the hero took a step forward. Their hand reached the villain’s wrist, soft fingers finding a scar a little too quickly. “…you’re really pretty.”

They looked up into the villain’s eyes.

“And by the way…the library doesn’t like it when tourists take books home either. Sending them back is such a hassle.” They tapped onto the copy on top, a volume of The Divine Comedy the villain had grabbed almost mindlessly. The hero took a step back, smiling. “See you soon, then.”

Oh god. They knew.

[lina-linny]

summary: you're spending Halloween with your brothers best friend jisung. But maybe your heart isn't just beating so fast because you're scared.

genre: fluff, Halloween special, brothers best friend au

words: 1,8k + one fake text

For as long as she could remember, she had spent every Halloween the same way. Snuggled up with sweets and snacks between her brother and his best friend watching horror movies.

When they were younger, the three of them would all dress up in scary costumes and wander around the houses hoping for sweet rewards from their neighbors. Later in the evening, they would eat their prey together. But at some point they had become too old for this ritual. And while other teenagers began to go to boisterous Halloween parties, a new tradition developed between the three friends. From then on, they got together to watch horror movies, eat snacks until they felt sick and build a pillow camp where they all spent the night.

And even when they grew up and all lived their separate lives, they never once broke their tradition. They had always made room between hectic business meetings and looming deathlines to spend a relaxing Halloween evening together.

But something had changed this year. Minho had a girlfriend and of course yn and jisung had moved straight to second place, yn thought bitterly as she stared at her brother's last-minute text message explaining that he wanted to spend Halloween with his girlfriend this year. Suddenly he didn't care that they had to spend their Halloween alone, yn thought, wrapping herself up in her blanket and suppressing the tears that were about to run down her cheeks.

It might sound silly, but this Halloween tradition had meant everything to yn and this year she needed it the most. The last few weeks had been stressful and draining and all the time the thought of the upcoming Halloween celebration had kept her going.

Yn was startled out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated next to her. Exhausted, Yn lifted her head to see who had texted her, only to be startled out of her blanket nest. Her phone display showed that she had received a message from Jisung. Her brother's best friend, who always managed to get her pulse racing. With a red head and a pounding heart, she opened the message

Yn hastily jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her hands were shaking as she began to apply a little make-up and fix her hair. She had missed Jisung too, oh she had missed him incredibly.

Ever since they were kids, yn had always had a soft spot for her brother's friend. He was the only one she shared her cuddles or sweets with. When they became teenagers, she started putting on her prettiest clothes when she heard that jisung was coming over to hang out with Minho. All in the hope that one day he would see her as more than Minho's little sister.

After she finished in the bathroom, she sat down on the couch and nervously waited for her visitor. She was twirling the drawstring of her oversized hoodie between her fingers when she heard the knock on her apartment door. When she opened it, she looked directly into Jisung's nervous face and had to smile hesitantly. She stepped aside to let him in. He came in and it looked like he was going to take off his shoes but suddenly he turned to face her a little awkwardly and pulled yn into an awkward hug. She stumbled forward into his arms. he let go of her after two seconds and looked down at the floor embarrassed.

"Sorry, I just really missed you." He mumbled and yn's heart melted. As she felt her cheeks start to burn, she wondered how anyone could be so cute. She gently nudged the still embarrassed Jisung in the side.

"I missed you too." The two looked into each other's eyes and there was silence for a moment.

"come on, i've got marshmallows and jelly's in the kitchen that we need to eat." yn laughed and jisung beamed at her enthusiastically. He hastily slipped off his shoes and ran into the kitchen to reserve the best sweets. Yn trudged after him and together they dragged the mountains of sweets into Yn's living room.

Yn made a bed of cushions and blankets on the large sofa, where she was almost invisible and jisung laughed at the sight of her but snuggled up to her in the mountain of fluffy cushions and warm blankets without hesitation.

Yn reached for the remote to choose a horror movie suitable for the evening, but Jisung thwarted her plans.

"Yn-aaaaah may I choose the movie? Please, please, please." He whined and looked at her with his best puppy eyes. He just wanted to get yn to let him choose the movie. He achieved this with ease, but her heart also started beating unnaturally fast.

Jisung squealed enthusiastically when she pushed the remote to him and immediately began to browse through the various movies until he found one that appealed to him. He pressed play and while the movie started, the two of them immediately began to stuff themselves with the snacks provided.

The movie slowly picked up. More and more jump scares and disturbing scenes were shown, which made Jisung flinch. Frightened, he cuddled up to yn, clung to her arm and laid his head on her chest, hoping to get some of her peace and quiet. Soch yn was anything but calm. Her heart was beating hard and fast against her ribcage and she played nervously with her hands. But her condition couldn't have less to do with the horror movie.

Jisung, who had of course felt her loud heartbeat, raised his head in confusion and looked at yn.

"Hey, are you all right? Normally you're never afraid of horror movies. Actually, you always laugh at me and Minho when we get scared." This snapped yn out of her trance and she looked at him nervously.

"What do you mean? I'm not scared." Jisung tilted his head in confusion.

"But your heart is beating so fast." he said and placed his hand on yn's rapidly beating heart as if to prove a point. She turned bright red in response to his gesture and avoided eye contact with her brother's best friend, who was the real reason for her increased heart rate. Jisung sat up and grinned, ready to tease her shamelessly.

"Oh my god you're scared! If Minho finds out, he'll never let you forget it. How many times have you laughed at us for being scared of jump scares? And now you're scared of this movie? It's almost harmless compared to the movies we've already watched together." He laughed, but his cheerful getease died when he saw that yn neither smiled nor tried to defend herself against his joking attacks. Instead, she avoided his gaze and chewed nervously on her lower lip. He looked at her worriedly.

"Yn are you afraid of the movie at all?" he asked quietly and hesitantly. Yn remained silent, but shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"Then what's going on? Why are you so nervous yn-ie?" Her cheeks burned and she desperately tried to escape from the couch. She untangled her body from the many covers and stood up to put some distance between herself and Jisung, but he didn't even think about letting her go. His hand quickly moved forward and carefully clasped her wrist. Awkwardly, yn stumbled through the sudden resistance his grip caused and plopped right on top of him. Her hands which caught her kept their faces from being pressed together. They both stared at each other, perplexed, but Jisung realized his chance and turned so that yn was under him. He held his body above her, pressing his hands into the couch next to her head, their faces only a few centimeters apart. Yn looked at him in shock, desperately searching for a way out of this awkward situation.

"Why was your heart beating so fast?" jisung asked out of a spontaneous boost of confidence. Yn squirmed beneath him. She wanted nothing more than to forget the whole winfach but she also knew that jisung wouldn't let her go so easily.

"You make me nervous. Well, because I like you." she whispered and it was all Jisung needed. He immediately joined their lips in a devoted kiss, which took yn quite by surprise. But when she regained her composure, she moved her lips in unison with his. Was she in heaven?

But their little paradise was disturbed by a loud jump scare from the TV, which made them both flinch. They looked into each other's eyes and started giggling. Jisung let go of yn and climbed back to his original position and yn straightened up too. The second she sat down properly again, Jisung clung to her and she giggled. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her soothing scent.

"I like you too yn-ie. Very much so." he whispered, making her melt inside. She put her arms around him and he snuggled even closer to her body.

"Well, in that case, what do you think about a date? I wanted to show you the record store I discovered the other day." yn whispered into his hairline, making him giggle.

"Sounds fantastic." he murmured, just before he pressed a second, this time brief but loving, kiss to her lips.

They continued to watch the movie in silence, occasionally jisung flinched in shock and snuggled closer to his girlfriend, who couldn't help but grin.

"What if Minho finds out that we're together?" yn asked out of nowhere and Jisung had to giggle.

"I think he'll be happy for us."

"Why are you so sure?" yn asked skeptically and jisung embarrassedly buried his face in her hoodie.

"Well... I've cried to him so many times about how a mysterious girl I'm madly in love with won't return my feelings and this girl happened to behave just like you..." he laughed.

"So I think he already suspects it anyway. To be honest, I think he was so annoyed by my whining that he canceled today so that we could hopefully pull ourselves together and talk about our feelings." Yn had to giggle.

"Ji, has anyone ever told you how cute you are." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, causing Jisung's face to turn pink. They both giggled and could hardly believe their happiness. At last, what they had been waiting for years had become a reality.

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 27/9/23

prompt: horse

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Steve's never been to a LARP festival before. If he's honest with himself, when the kids had asked him to come with them (AKA asked him to be their ride and then abandoned him as soon as they arrived), he hadn't wanted to come. He's just weak for Will's particular brand of sad puppy dog eyes.

But now that he's here... He's having a good time.

That's not to say it's his kind of thing. He doesn't think he'd come again. Too much chance to bump into someone wanting to roleplay a medieval conversation that he won't be able to follow, and strange nerdiness. But he's found an area of horses, so he's managing to have a good time.

"Aren't you pretty?" He coos at the particular horse he's found. All of the horses in this area are unattended, but kept in a small pen. Steve assumes the handlers have gone off to eat food or use the restroom or whatever.

He holds his hand up near the horse's muzzle, and holds it there for a moment to see if it'll spook. When it doesn't, he gives its pretty brown coat a gentle pet.

"Very pretty." He mumbles to himself as he continues petting it.

"Why thank you." A voice sounds from directly behind him all of a sudden, and he flinches so hard that the horse spooks a bit.

He whirls round to come face to face with possibly the prettiest man he's ever seen. He's in one of the dumb cosplays everyone here seems to be in, but the ridiculous getup of multiple belts, an old fashioned tunic and obviously fake potion bottles hanging here and there, are working for him. His wavy dark hair has small plaits scattered through it with tiny flowers woven through them, and-

Steve realises he's staring as his eyes finally move to the man's face to find him smirking at him. He becomes re-aware of his closeness to the man, and promptly blushes before clearing his throat and looking away.

"Sorry. Didn't know if I was allowed to pet the horses or not." Steve offers awkwardly.

"You're good. Muffin loves the attention, don'tcha girl?" The man reassures, and that amused smirk melts into a happy grin as he steps around Steve and pats the horse's face a couple times.

"She's called Muffin?" Steve asks, baffled.

"I know. Not very fitting for the theme. The other horses get stage names, but Muffin here refuses to listen to any other name." The stranger explains, and then ceases his gentle patting of Muffin to look at Steve again, "Speaking of names.. What's yours, handsome?"

The flush is back on Steve's cheeks.

"Oh. I'm Steve. You?"

"Eddie."

It's quiet for a moment, and then Eddie glances down at his wrist and pulls back his costume to look at his watch. He nods to himself, pleased, and Steve wonders what he's happy about.

"It's my friend's turn to look after Muffin. What do you say I give you a tour of this joint? You look mighty out of place, Sir Steven."

Eddie bows and holds out a dramatic hand to Steve as he speaks, and Steve finds himself charmed. On anyone else, he'd find this so embarrassing. But Eddie is throwing all his usual standards out of the question.

"Sure." He says, and takes the offered hand.

Maybe he will find himself back at one of these festivals, after all.

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Worth It In The End

Summary: Almost a year after an amicable divorce Beau finds himself still reluctant to participate in social gatherings. However he just can't seem to say no to the Bates family. He finds more than he bargained for when he attends their annual Halloween party.

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Divorce, children, marriage counseling, alcohol, fake blood and Beau being a bit of a dumbass.

Word count: 2387

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Beau had been particularly annoyed at every social gathering he had attended this year. Everyone asked where his now ex wife was and then he had to awkwardly explain they had divorced. They had spent the better part of two years in couples therapy that ended up being an epic fail at the end. Frankly he wasn’t really sure why he had gone to his fellow admirals annual Halloween party. The plan had been to stay home and nurse a bottle of whiskey and watch old black and white films. 

But when his best friend all but pleaded that he be in attendance he relented and showed up. He had even adorned a costume, a cheap vampire costume from Spirit Halloween. Pale makeup had been caked on his face by Warlock's thirteen year old twin daughters. Black eye shadow around his eyes to give a hollowed out effect and fake blood dripped down his chin. They had even coerced him into adding fangs to his teeth. 

“Are you actually going to eat something or are you going to just stand here glaring a hole into all the food?” He had been standing by the snack table for what felt like hours trying to figure out what he could eat that wouldn't have his fangs coming out of his mouth, the glue holding them in place was very delicate he had been told. 

“Mallory and Stephanie talked me into putting fangs in then lectured me for a good thirty minutes about not eating anything that could pop them off my teeth. I am trying to figure out what would be soft enough to not heed the wrath of your daughters.” Beau gave Solomon a pointed glare, to which the man let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. 

“How in the world did the Navy allow you to be an admiral when you get swindled into things by teenagers?” Solomon’s voice was teasing as he picked up a chocolate dipped pretzel rod and took a large bite of it. Beau cursed the teeth he had been swindled into as he glared at the pretzel rod. 

“Those girls are very persuasive Solomon and you know it.” Beau’s eyes narrowed at the man as he took another large bite of the pretzel. The white that was to look like a mummy was almost all consumed by the man. 

“I think you’re just a pushover Beau. Have been since the girls were born.” A smile graced both of the men's features at the memory of the mid winter day the girls were born. The same day that Solomon had asked him to be the twins' godfather. Which he had graciously accepted. The second they were placed in his arms he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to them. 

“You don’t have much room to talk.” Beau looked down at the cowboy costume Solomon was wearing. Him and his wife were dressed as Barbie and Ken per the request of said daughters.

“Touche, Beau, Touche.” Solomon held his hands up in defense two more chocolate covered pretzels held in one hand. The black eyes of the mummy seemed to mock him. 

“Oh Beau there you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you.” Solomon's wife popped up from behind him at the words. She came to stand next to her husband and gave them both a mischievous smile. His eyebrows both shot up at the look she was giving him. The girls had definitely gotten their power of persuasion from their mother. 

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” he tried to hide the surprise from his face but guessed he had failed as his best friend gave him a cheeky knowing grin. He should’ve guessed there was an ulterior motive for Solomon being so persistent on his attendance tonight. 

“She is actually on her way over to us right now so please behave.” With those words you walked into sight. You had on an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and a name tag that Beau couldn’t read due to the dimmed lights of the room. You stuck your hand out with a small smile on your face as she introduced the two of you. He couldn’t help but take in the absolute beauty you were. Hair tied in a half up bun, makeup done ever so slightly, eyes bright and smile wide. 

“Honey, I think we need to go and fill up the fog machines.” Solomon put a hand on the small of his wives back before leading her away from Beau and you. But not before the couple sent you both respective winks. To which you both rolled your eyes at. 

“I like the fake blood.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. He struggled to not bring a hand up to his chin where the bright red liquid had surely stained his skin. He took in the rest of your outfit quickly, the sunglasses tucked into your hair even though it was night time, the sandals adorning your feet and the solid colored flowy pants that matched the leaves in the Hawaiian shirt you were wearing. 

“I have no idea how I’m gonna get this stuff off later.” The sentence was true, the girls hadn’t told him how to clean the makeup. The only thing they had told him was to not mess it up. Mallory had actually pointed a sharply pointed end of a makeup brush his way while Stephanie uttered the words to him, a threat more than a suggestion. 

“A wet washcloth should do the trick just fine. If not then a few makeup wipes should help.” You had cocked your head to the side as you assessed the cheap pale layer that had been smeared across his face. He racked a hand through his hair, working loose some of the hair gel that had been slathered on the dark locks. 

“Thank you for the tip. I’ll be sure to file that information down for later.” He gave you a thankful smile to which you waved your hand in a dismissive way, as if to say no problem. It was that moment he noticed just how much younger than him you seemed to be. A little bit of worry gnawed on his brain. 

“How do you know Gina and Solomon?” You picked up a glass of punch that had been pre-filled after eyeing the ingredients and scanned the table of snacks as you asked the question. He shifted from one foot to the other as he answered the often asked question. Relief flooding through him that you were a new person, meaning you weren’t going to ask about his ex wife.  

“I’ve known Solomon for years through work. How do you know the couple?” He took a sip of the Jack and Coke he had snagged from the kitchen earlier in the night as he once again eyed your outfit. This time he could read the word on your name tag which simply said City. 

“I actually ran into Gina a couple of months ago at the library. I was donating a few of my books. She happened to be doing volunteer work reading for the little ones. We struck up a conversation over my work. She then graciously invited me to her book club and we’ve been friends ever since.” Your eyes lit up as you finally found a suitable food grabbing a plate with a cheesy spider web design and adding a few fruits, vegetables, cookies and plain pretzels. 

“You said you were donating your books. Were they ones you’ve read enough to be satisfied to donate or ones you’ve had forever and never gotten around to reading?” You picked up a snap pea from your plate, peeling away the string and snapping off the ends. 

“I actually wrote a children's book. I was dropping off a few copies of it!” Beau let out a surprised hum at your response. Taking in the way your eyes got slightly wider on the topic of your work. You ate the snap pea quickly before working on the next one on your plate. 

“Have you written many books?” He decided he wanted to keep the light in your eyes so he would ask you as many questions as he could think of. Plus it got the topic off him, when people heard about his work they typically questioned him relentlessly about it. 

“This was the second book in the series. I am contracted for two more of this series before being able to move on.” you seemed to ponder what you said for a second before adding on. 

“Not that I want to move on from it. I have actually grown quite attached to the characters. I know my brother is just as reluctant to move on as I am.” you popped a strawberry into your mouth at the end of your sentence. 

“Is your brother a co-author?” He watched as you cleaned the corner of your mouth with your thumb before wiping the liquid on your napkin he hadn’t seen you pick up. He found himself already desperate to feel your lips against his own. But quickly shook his head to clear the thought away, focusing on your conversation once again. 

“He is actually an illustrator, thankfully. I was dreading having to find an artist when he stepped up.” a grin took over your features at the mention of your brother. Another topic seemingly important to you he decided, filing it away for later. 

“I’m assuming you work for the Navy?” he straightened his body a little bit, pride evident in the way he held himself. Even if he was reluctant to talk about his job he seemed to want to please you in any way he could. Plus he was very proud of the position he held. 

“I am Vice Admiral at the local base.” Even with the cheap costume on you could see the way he flexed his arms and chest as he spoke the words. Seemingly puffing himself up with authority. You weren’t complaining though, drinking in the way he simply existed in this moment. 

“Oh you’re Cyclone then!” The realization seemed to hit you in one foul swoop. From the look on his face you could tell he was confused. Your cheeks heated as he gave you a bit of a bewildered look. 

“Gina and the girls talk about you all the time. They all absolutely adore you. I can see why.” Beau preened under the praise. Something he didn’t even know he was capable of until you uttered those words. 

“Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” It was his turn to blurt out words. He couldn’t help himself with the way your eyes scanned his form. Then he remembered just how ridiculous he looked and he felt his throat closing slightly. 

“I would actually love to have dinner with you. I’m free this Friday if that works for you?” Your eyes crinkled at the side from how wide you were smiling, teeth on full display, lip gloss shining slightly in the dim light from the pumpkin lights lining the top of the room. 

“Friday works great, do you have anywhere in mind?” He wasn’t really sure of any good restaurants around town. He hadn’t been out much since even before his amicable divorce. He preferred eating at home rather than going out. 

“We could make dinner together at my place. That way we can actually get to know each other without the awkwardness of being in public?” You were nervous as you asked the question, taking a large gulp of the untouched punch you had set down on the table beside you. The flimsy material of the cup with a matching spider web as the plate you had, left with an indent from your teeth as you chewed on it anxiously waiting for his response. 

“Dinner at your place sounds lovely. I can bring a bottle of wine if you’d like?” Your shoulders released some of the tension they held as he agreed to your proposition. You nodded in reply to the question, losing a breath as you did so. 

“I’ll give you my number and we can decide a time and what to have tomorrow.” You set the plate of mostly eaten food on the table. Then slipped your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He typed in his number quickly before sending out a quick text to himself. He then slipped his phone from his own pocket, asked you how to spell your name and then added you to his contacts. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He seemed almost sheepish as he spoke, you simply gave him a reassuring nod telling him to go ahead. 

“What in the world are you dressed as?” you giggled at his words, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on your shirt. 

“I guess it isn’t as obvious as I hoped it would be. I’m dressed as Paradise City. The Guns N’ Roses song.” Recognition dawned on him as he took you in once more, the outfit fit for a beach and the City name tag did kind of give it away. 

“Guess I was too distracted by your beauty to figure it out.” He wasn’t sure where he got the confidence to say the words from but he was happy he did. The way your nose crinkled at the compliment and your feet shifted told him you seemed just as nervous as he did. Which gave him some relief. 

You guys ended up talking for the rest of the night, eventually moving away from the snack table to the porch outside, where he gave you his cape to fight off the slight chill of the October night. You promised to give it back to him when you saw him Friday as you climbed into your car and he waved you off telling you he wasn’t worried about you stealing it. Which you would laugh about years down the road as you had never given the cape back, it had ended up finding a home in your closet instead. He decided it was worth it in the end. 

A/N: This little piece was written for the Rocktober event @roosterforme is hosting! Thank you everyone for reading! As always likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

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♡ Synopsis: This clumsy goof wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into you. Because of how bad he felt he helped you put up the school play posters all over school.

♡ Characters: Lev, Y/N, background characters

♡ Possible Warnings: mentions of eating

♡ Words: 1.4K

It had already been a long day and you were not happy at being told you had to stay after school to put up posters. Of course you were excited for the upcoming show. Who wouldn’t be? Well you know but that’s besides the point. It had been a long day of helping paint sets, sew costumes, and figuring out makeup for the cast. All you wanted to do now was go home.

Unfortunately for you though you still had two boxes of posters to hang up. You skipped the song currently playing in your headphones and took another stack of posters from the box. You were getting into a groove and got excited at how close you were getting to being done. Luck was just not on your side though as you were suddenly knocked down. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” You yelled and sat back up. Your brow furrowed and lips tightened into a line at the mess of papers in front of you.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! Let me help you with that!” The person who knocked you over helped you pick up the papers and place them back into a neat pile. “I’m Lev by the way.” He held out his hand. Only now had you gotten a good look at the perpetrator. He was nice looking, his eyes held your gaze as you slowly reached out to shake his hand.

“Y/N.” He smiled at that and helped pull you up. If you hadn’t saw how clumsy he was you might have been intimidated by how tall he was.

“I’m really sorry for knocking you down, do you need any more help?” You sighed and shook your head.

“Not unless you want to help me put these up.” You joked and picked up a pile of posters. Much to your surprise though he took the pile out of your arms and started to put them on walls.

“I can do that!” He gave you a kind smile. You stood there in shock as you watched him put posters up. He looked quite happy doing so as well. You shook your head and started your music again. At least you could go home much earlier with the help. You kept one ear free though in case he wanted to talk.

To your surprise though he let you quietly hang up the rest of the posters. He had the last one which is when he finally started talking again. “I enjoyed this. Let me know if you ever need help again. I’m on the volleyball team if you need to find me.” He smiled and left you standing there awkwardly. Unsure of what to do you broke down the boxes and threw them away before heading home.

Now you were hoping to have forgotten about the boy but he had plagued your dreams. You really didn’t need to get caught up in boys right now. Just as quickly as he entered your life he arrived yet again. This time it was at lunch. To say you weren’t expecting it was an understatement.

“Lev?”

“Hey! You remembered my name! Y/N! I just wanted to apologize for the other day again. I told my team what happened and they said I should apologize again.” He bowed his head and looked genuinely sorry.

“You didn’t have to apologize again. You helping with the posters yesterday was an apology enough.” He rose back up quickly, a wide smile lighting up his face.

“Thank you! I’ll see you around Y/N.” You could feel your face heating up as you got ready for the onslaught of teasing from your friends. He turned back around and went to go presumably back to his team.

“So, do you want to explain?” One of your friends unhelpfully chimed in. This only fueled your embarrassment.

“He accidentally knocked me over yesterday and helped me out the rest of the posters up. Really. That’s all. Nothing happened. We didn’t even talk while it was happening.”

“Careful or I might think you’re disappointed by that. You could try talking to him yourself if you’re that upset about it.” To say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind would be lying. Of course you had thought about going to the gym to see him again. Aww, young love. Wait, what were you thinking? Love? No. Much too soon for that. You resumed eating your lunch and battling with your head to see if you would go to the gym or not.

That brings us to now. Obviously the less rational part of you won. Hence why you’re at the gym now with a water and workout bar. You were just about to turn around when the giant saw you. He seemed so happy. How could you walk away now? You couldn’t. You smiled back at him and held up the water and grain bar. He looked even more ecstatic if it was even possible. Since he was still in the middle of practice though you quietly slipped in and sat on the bleachers.

Once he got a free moment he rushed over to you. “Y/N! I’m so glad to see you again!” He looked like he was going to hug you but one look at your face made him second guess that.

“It’s good to see you again too Lev!” You handed him the bottle of water and the grain bar. “A thank you for helping with the posters.” You turned your head away from him and your lips tightened into a thin line.

“You didn’t have to. Thank you though! I should be the one thanking you for forgiving me.” He happily took the grain bar and water though. In the blink of an eye his snack was gone and the water was half full. “You know, if you hadn’t shown up in the middle of practice I don’t think my friends would’ve believed me.” Now you were confused again. Believe him?

“Believe you about what?”

“That a pretty person gave me presents.” Now you were really flustered. How could people just say things like that. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Uh oh, how to fix this?

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable Lev,” you quickly shook your hands. “I promise, I just got a little flustered. It’s not everyday someone calls you pretty to your face.” He seemed happy about that but when was he not?

“I’m glad I didn’t make you uncomfortable! Hey you wanna stay for practice and I can walk you home after?” That definitely did not help the situation.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I want to! I want to get to know you better.” He seemed really hopeful. You nodded and a whistle blew. His sign to get back to practice. “I’ll see you after practice then Y/N!” He really was a dork. But like an adorable one? Like he was so clumsy but it was endearing. After all, his clumsiness is how you met.

Finally, practice had ended. It was late and you were hoping to get home earlier but you didn’t want to disappoint Lev. You were starting to care for him. Even though it had been such a small amount of time. “Alright! I’m here, we can go home! Sorry to have kept you waiting!” He was all showered and dressed in uniform. He grabbed your school bag along with his and waited for you to get up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Thanks for getting my stuff. I could’ve carried it you know.”

“I know but I wanted to carry it. To make up to you for waiting so long.”

“Seems like all you’re doing is making up to me?” You teased him. You two talked about the most random things on the walk home. You were passing a store when he stopped.

“Can we go in there really quick?” You nodded and headed inside with him. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He set both of your belongings on a table near the entrance and started off.

By the time he came back he seemed much more chipper but there was also a wave of nervousness. “I know it’s only been a day but.” He pulled his hands out from behind his back. He held a bouquet of flowers and a box of strawberries. “Would you like to go on a proper date with me?”

You didn't have any words. After a moment, which felt like an eternity to him, you cleared your throat and spoke up. “That sounds lovely. Sorry it took so long to respond. I was in shock.” He let out a sigh and you took the flowers and strawberries. He picked up your things and you guys continued the walk home. This time with your hands and souls much more intertwined.

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|| ꂵꍏꀤꈤ ꂵꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꋪ꒒ꀤꌗ꓄ || | PAIRING(s): alien!Joel x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.2k | CONTENT: This is a crackfic. Joel is not Joel. He’s an alien that can shapeshift and isn’t into the splorgimums on their own planet. He wants to nut in you with his creampie fingers. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s not supposed to be anything but fun and sexy and silly. It’s meta. It’s tongue-in-cheek. It’s self-indulgent. If you’re not into that kinda thing then idk what to tell ya, bud. 

| SYNOPSIS: u get creampied by a dick finger alien Joel Miller.

The sonorous silver ship glided above you before descending gently into a large clearing in the field ahead. Bright light flooded your vision as a hidden door pushed away from the spacecraft and revealed an occupant.

It appeared to have an amorphous, fluid corporeal form, but no matter the shape it always remained an off-white greenish gray color. Six large onyx orbs were situated near the top of the form. You assumed they must be eyes or some other sort of organ. When the greenish grey flaps snapped together and apart a few times in quick succession, you realized they were in fact lidded eyes.

A warbled voice sounded inside your mind. “Do not be afraid. I come in peace, and I stand before you with no intention of harming you.”

You realize the creature is speaking to you through your own mind.

You should be afraid, but instead you’re just fascinated and exhilarated. You aren’t sure why they’d say the same thing twice, though, just in a slightly different way. You also aren’t sure if you should respond in your head, out loud, or at all.

“That’s kinda a weird thing to say. Like, you said it twice,” you point out, speaking loudly and clearly enough that the creature can hear you.

At least, you think they can hear you. You don’t see any ears. Then again, they possess the capability of telepathic speech, and there must be some equivalent to hearing for that. You try to think what that is called or what that might be called when the creature shifts back and forth but still doesn’t approach.

“Those were two separate statements,” the voice in your mind contends firmly.

“Huh?” you ask. You’re sure you sound dumb, but you were never really going to be a match for a higher level intelligent being anyways.

“When I bust, it is peaceful for every being involved. I also greet you with good intentions,” the voice patiently clarifies.

Suddenly you are standing no more than arm’s length away from the being. “I saved your achilles the trouble,” the voice in your mind said, as if it was some huge favor.

“My achilles is fine,” you grumble awkwardly. “I know I should hit leg day more, but sometimes it’s just so–”

“Our sex organs are complimentary,” the voice interrupts. “We could perform the Divine Dance, if you’d like.”

You wanted to ask why they had to come all the way to Earth just to get laid, but you think better of it.

“The splorgimums on my planet just don’t get me,” the voice explains. You realize you said your thought aloud.

“Oh. Uh, okay. S-Sorry about that. I, uh, didn’t mean to offen–”

The creature waves a gelatinous blob arm dismissively. “No offense taken. You’re not like other splorgimums. I can tell. You’re different,” it assures you.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Oh. Well, uh–” an awkward giggle “—thank you. But I’m not really that special, here on Earth I mean. There are other women who are wayyyyyy more attractive. Oh! I know! You should try driving by Doja Cat’s house because oh my god she is so. fucking. fine. Like, if I had her in that I’m A Cow Bitch Moo costume for 5 minutes I’d—”

“No. No Doja Kitties. Only you.”

You shrug and accept their obsession with you.

“Okay. So now what? I don’t know where your Divine Dance hole is, and your floating blobs are sort of freaking me out,” you admit.

You keep tabs on the hovering goops that orbit the creature. They remind you of the time you tried to make Key Lime Jello Shots for your uncle’s cousin’s dog’s recital but added too much vodka.

“I can take the form of something pleasing to you. An earth male, perhaps? The female of your species is more difficult to capture as they are far superior.”

“So fuckin’ true,” you agree. “But, hhmmmm, a male specimen? I mean, I hate all men, but Pedro Pascal seems pretty decent. Maybe you could turn into Joel Miller? You know, from The Last of Us?”

The creature nods — you think it’s a nod — and transforms into Joel. Game Joel.

“Oh, uh, look, Pixel Daddy is fine as hell, especially in part 2, but I meant the HBO adaptation of the game. Please,” you correct.

“How’s this?” Pedro’s version of Joel’s voice asks aloud.

Your pussy bottoms out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

You disrobe completely as you enter the spacecraft.

“I set it to 72º Fahrenheit. Is that a suitable climate for your meat suit?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mr. Alien, could you, like, put more of the twang into his voice? And use words like he does?  Like, how he sounds on the show? You know what, let’s watch a few clips to get it right.”

You pull up your account on your phone, but it takes you a minute to find it because you forgot they changed it from HBO Max Go to just Max. “So fuckin’ stupid. Purple is a better color than blue anyway,” you mumble to yourself as you pull up an episode.

The galactic creature uses some magical time skip thing to binge the entire series and gets a yucky smudge of goop on your phone screen when it attempts to find season 2.

“There’s just one season? Please tell me there’s another one,” Joel implores.

“Yeah, there’s a second season, but it’s not out yet,” you inform him.

“Damn. But you said there’s two games already? So what happens in the second game?” he asks.

“You know what, we super don’t need to get into that right now. Let’s see what you’re working with,” you quickly change the subject and grab at his crotch.

He grunts in approval. “Needy lil thing, aren’t’cha? You want my cock, baby?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you use a time jump thing to read a whole bunch of Joel Miller smutfic on Tumblr?”

Joel blushes and scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, mighta read a few.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna be super nasty and dominant, aren’t you?” you sigh.

“Only if that’s what you want, baby. I’m a consent king,” he assures you.

“Well, alright then. I want you to rawdog me and slap my ass, okay?”

He smirks and pulls you close. “I’ll give ya what I give ya, and you just gotta take it,” he grunts into your neck as he nibbles and sucks downward.

You gasp at the sensation and grind your hips into him. “Oh fuck, Joel,” you whine. “I want you to wreck me, please!”

“Gonna fill that cunt up,” he says gruffly as he gropes your ass and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you beg.

He pauses for a moment and looks confused.

“Oh, uh, you must not have got to those kind of fics–” you cough awkwardly “–uh, anyway. Sorry. Joel. Yes, Joel, please.”

“I can sense the vibrations of your inner sex organ when you call me that. If it is sexually gratifying to you, I wholly welcome the use of it,” the original voice says inside your mind.

“Oh wow. I love that you’re not kink shaming me. Glad you didn’t make it to that side of Tumblr,” you huff in a laugh.

Joel suddenly pins you against the wall and presses his hard, clothed cock against your bare skin. Even through the denim you can tell he’s huge. Apparently all those fic writers were right all along.

“Who’s gonna fill up that pretty cunt uh’yours, huh?” he demands as he grabs the back of your neck for leverage.

“Y-You, Daddy,” you say in an aroused tremble.

“That’s fuckin’ right. When my fat cock is inside you, I better hear you singin’ some thank you’s to Daddy for fillin’ you up so good,” he warns.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” you promise. 

He flips you around without warning and pushes your chest flush against the wall. 

“Even good girls need to be reminded every once in a while what happens if they don’t listen to Daddy,” he says in a low gruff.

His clothes have magically disappeared with the help of his alien outerspace boi powers. You feel him firm against your backside before a harsh slap of his palm replaces it. You jump and yelp in pain at the surprise spanking.

“Mmmm, pretendin’ you don’t want it, but I feel you pushin’ your ass back for more,” he taunts. 

You whine because he’s right. You can only imagine the derisive comments he’d make if he felt how wet you are. 

He lands another three harsh swats on the same patch of skin. Tears prickle up in your eyes. “D-Daddy,” you moan. 

“You gonna thank Daddy for keepin’ you in line, baby?” Another swat. It stings so much you know there must be an imprint of his hand clearly outlined by your welting red flesh.

“Thank you, Daddy!” you choke out. “Th-Thank you for k-keeping me your good girl and not letting me b-be bad, Daddy. I only wanna be good for you, Daddy!” you wail.

“That’s what I like’tuh hear, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Ask Daddy to make you into his own little cocksleeve. Ask Daddy to give you this big, fat cock.”

You whimper as he slips his length between your folds and rubs back and forth in teasing passes. 

“Daddy, I want you to use my pussy. I need it so bad. Please. I just wanna be your cocksleeve. Use my holes, Daddy,” you whimper.

You barely finish your sentence when he flips you around again and lines himself up with your entrance. Apparently the alien creature was just as into this as you are because their altered form reverted back to the amorphous gray green blob. You’re way too horny to be picky about it right now, so you squeeze your eyes shut. You forgot to charge your vibrator, anyway.

Their penis was more like fingers that kinda moved around randomly. You don’t know. You’re not an astrophysicist or whoever it is that would best be knowledgeable about alien wieners.   

Its spongy gray appendage felt firm and slimy as it entered you. There was some sort of phantom connection to your mouth and throat as well, the sensation of its finger-penis dragging back and forth, able to be felt in both your pussy and your mouth. It was weird, but you knew if it was Joel Miller doing it then it would somehow become totally fine and very hot. 

“You’re getting too lost in the sauce,” you whine. “You’re in your true form again. Change back.”

“Mmmmm, sorry, baby,” came the familiar gravelly voice once more.

When you felt brave enough to open your eyes again, you saw those familiar Wreck-It-Ralph sausage fingers and sighed in relief. The alien had changed back to your preferred form of Joel Miller as portrayed  by José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal.

As much as you wanted to stare at his face, you also wanted him to dick you down through the floorboards of the ship. You wiggle to sink down onto your hands and knees. “Wanna be wide open for you, Daddy,” you pout.

He makes an approving growling noise and scrambles behind you, shoving you downward between your shoulder blades until your face is smushed into the floor. He makes no effort to warn you before slamming his entire length into you. The impact of his wide tip against your cervix is so forceful it punches the air out of your lungs. You let out a panicked, strangled moan, suddenly unsure if you were going to be able to take this dick like a champ.

Joel grabs your hips for leverage and starts pistoning rough, deep strokes into your drenched pussy. ��Gaahh–Goddamn! Fuckin’ chokin’ it, honey,” he rasps in a labored voice. “Feel so fuckin’ tight for me.”

“It’s s-so big, Daddy. I dunno if I can take it,” you cry.

“You can take it. You can take it for Daddy. Be a good girl or m'gonna hafta punish you,” he cautions. As a reminder of what that might entail, he strikes your backside so hard your entire body jerks as you let out a sob.

A high pitched moan gathers in Joel’s throat as you start to accommodate his size. “Yeah, fuckin’ like that, huh? Like when Daddy spanks you? Makes ya listen?”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy!” you sob. Your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. You listen to the hum of the engines mixing with the sounds of your drooling cunt being fed Joel’s massive cock over and over again. He grabs your wrists and pulls you upward, using your limbs like reins on a horse. You have no control over the depth of penetration in these positions, and Joel is opting for nothing less than utterly devastating your pussy.

“M’gonna give you these fingers, too, baby. Know you can take it,” he pants.

He releases your arms and lets you scramble to catch yourself before faceplanting.

“Hey! You could’ve at least–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and take what Daddy gives you,” he snarls.

You whine and clench around him. You feel a boogery churro type object prodding at your asshole. You turn your head quickly enough to see the creature has let Joel’s arm halfway revert back into the wiggly blobby thing.

“Did I say you could turn around?” he barks. He spanks you again with his 100% Joel hand, hard enough that you know there are pinpricks of blood beginning to seep through.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you scream.

You feel him now inside both holes. It’s overwhelming and amazing. The phantom throat thing is back again, and you like how you gag even with an “empty” mouth.

“Got enough for every hole you got and then some, sweetheart,” he practically slurs. He sounds completely wrecked.

You feel your lower belly heating up and quickly tightening.

“Oh my fucking god, Joel. I’m getting so close,” you gasp.

“THAT AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ NAME WHEN I’M STUFFIN’ YOU WITH MY COCK, SWEETHEART,” he grits out as he wraps his hand around the front of your throat and squeezes.

When your breaths quickly become hard to take, you know you’re going to come soon.

“I want your space juice inside me, Daddy!” you cry out, not caring if you’re breaking the illusion. You still needed to be clear and consensual in your approach to this intimate exchange, and you needed to address the weird topic of whether or not your birth control could do effective hand to hand combat with spaceboi cum. 

“Our sexual organs are compatible, but our reproductive hormones and liquids are not,” the voice explained in your mind.

The Jim Carrey baby grinch was kinda cute, but you still felt better knowing you weren’t going to birth a little green gremlin alien baby. (Although you did think Victor or Clementine would be nice names.)

“Put a baby in me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!” you beg now that you know you can’t actually get pregnant. 

“Uh, I mean, there’s just so much pregnancy fic out there,” Joel hedges carefully, still maintaining his merciless thrusts. “You don’t really wanna make this into a whole thing do you? Ya know, with the pregnancy storyline and stuff? Some users have actually said they prefer—”

“No, Joel, I’m not actually—” you interrupt in a huff “—I’m just saying it to be sexy. It sounds sexy. Besides, there’s some fic writers who basically only write creampies but none of their characters ever seem to get pregnant. It’s kinda wild. There’s a fic writer I can think  of right now, actually. She loves creampies so much.”

“So she’s just really into pussy gettin’ drenched but nobody’s gotta deal with babies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal if ya ask me,” he approves.

“Yeah, I think the only pregnancy fic she has is, like, this really nasty oneshot where the reader is already pregnant and she gets double teamed by Tommy and you at the same time. Oh and she lactates. I wasn’t into it at first, but it was kinda hot. Maybe you’ve read it? The author calls herself Puddles?”

“Oh, her? That Gasoline Rainbow lady? I thought she just made memes?” He sounds surprised and impressed. He’s hitting your cervix repeatedly with such force that you feel like your vagina is going to look like somebody dropped a tray of lasagna on a pubic hair linoleum floor.

“No, she actually has, like, legit fic on there, too. She’s, like, really talented. I can’t believe she doesn’t have more followers,” you laugh incredulously. 

You’re glad he doesn’t ask how you would know how many followers she has since that isn’t publicly available information. You hate it when plot holes have to be smoothed out nicely and still fit in with the story. It’s so boring and way too much work sometimes.

“Maybe stuff like alien jizz fingers is a little too much for people to–”

“Okay, this is getting too meta. Let’s just get back to you fucking me so rough I can’t walk right for an entire week, okay?”

“Hnngg, fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna wreck this cunt,” he hisses as his thrusts pick up pace.

“DADDY, I’M GONNA COME,” you cry as you start clenching and seizing around the massive circumference of his cock.

Joel lets out a guttural, choked moan as he empties inside you. You can feel it from his weird creampie fingertips, too — even the invisible one in your mouth and throat. You’re trembling, trying to keep yourself upright as Joel fucks into you through his orgasm. You lick your lips. There’s a flavor there. Is that….?

“You like Daddy’s brisket cum, sweetheart?” he grunts as his thrusts slow to a sloppy grind.

“I thought I tasted barbecue,” you muse. It was bewildering, but mostly satisfying.

“Yeah, tastes just like those Fourth of July backyard get-togethers you love in that Texas heat,” he breathes. "You runnin' around in barely anything, makin' me hafta adjust myself so your dad don't catch his best friend ogling his precious daughter."

“I’m starting to think you read more fic than you admitted to earlier,” you assert.

“I like it, darlin’,” he shrugs.

“Are you gonna follow Puddles now? Oh! Can you do a mind link thing with her and see what she’s working on next?” you implore.

Joel appears to zone out for a minute, and you take the opportunity to stare at his naked body. He looked perfect. His eyes focused again as he looked at you.

“Her waveforms are erratic and very concerning, but once I subdued a Brain Goblin inside her mind I was able to discern she is likely to be releasing some Ezra from Prospect centered fictional stories,” the voice inside your head revealed. "They are very sexually aggressive."

“Nice,” you say under your breath.

“So you gonna let me have that sweet pussy again, sweetheart?” Joel drawls.

“Yes. But I’m going to need you to familiarize yourself with Pedro’s extensive works. I’m thinking we could do some really great Mando roleplay in this spaceship,” you say with a big smile as you gesture around.

Joel smirks at you. “Don’t matter what form I take. You’re still gonna be callin’ me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree with a big grin.

I hope those splorgimums understand what they lost bc that's our man now! Special thanks to Multiversed Daydreamer (Fuzz) for inspiring part of the title and @xdaddysprincessxx for the shared derangement over That Old Man™.

Undying thanks to @psychedelic-ink and @bonezone44 for writing some of my fave ~aLtErNaTiVe KiNk CoNtEnT~ and inspiring me to let my brain run wild with this crackfic.

Art in graphic includes transformed works of the Mucinex booger man.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

P.S. - I counted how many times "Daddy" appears in this, and it's 29.

tagging: @wannab-urs, @gracieispunk, @milla-frenchy, @patti7dc. @lumoverheaven, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, @toxicanonymity, @rubyfruitjungle, @huffle-punk, @jupiter-soups, @swiftispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings

[nevermore-baby]

The Poe Cup Aftermath

description: as poe cup came around, you had to make a tough choice. You decided to help the Black Cats while going against your boyfriends' hall. The Black Cats won, thanks to you, but now you need to face your sore loser boyfriends.

characters: xavier thorpe x afab!reader x ajax petropolus

all characters are over 18

warnings: nsfw 18+ (minors do not interact), pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), very little use of y/n, established relationship, established boundaries and consent, although still mentioned, aftercare, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), safe sex implied but not mentioned, oral (m receiving), way too much scene setting, let me know if i missed anything

wordcount: 2066

You were sitting at the table, enjoying the cake and bathing in the aftertaste of winning and happiness, radiating from your friends. Although you were happy for them, there was something inside you that made you anxiously look around and dive into your thoughts from time to time.

“What’s up with them?”Yoko's voice snapped you out of your head. You followed her gaze, and there were Xavier and Ajax – rid of their joker costumes already, much to your disappointment. Xavier sat there, head down, poking the cake apathetically, while Ajax was looking at something far - looking as he was contemplating the purpose of his entire existence. “So dramatic”, you thought to yourself. 

“Well, someone is being a sore loser”, you remarked, turning back to your cake.

“Their lack of planning is not an excuse to ruin a perfectly normal cake. Xavier has been dissecting it for ages.” Enid scrunched her nose. “Yuck!”

You nodded absentmindedly. To be frank, you weren’t paying much attention to the conversation – well, you were happy to be some sort of help and contribute to your friends’ win (first in ages!), but it was just a matter of time before certain they found out about your part in their lost. In your defense, you really wanted to spend some quality time with them the night before the boat race, which, amongst other things, might have contributed to the “lack of planning” leading to an inevitable downfall.

It wasn’t long until you felt a heavy gaze on your back. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, scanning the room with your eyes, until you stumbled upon Xavier’s eyes - and that’s when you knew your game was over.

You looked away quickly - too quickly for your liking - catching a glimpse of Xavier motioning to Ajax to get up. Realising you don’t have a chance to pretend to be super invested in the conversation taking place at your table, you moved on to plan B - flight. 

“See you guys later, gotta go”, - you squealed, standing up awkwardly and walking hastily through the yard. You manage to get to the building, away from the crowd, getting ready to sprint down the hall, when you felt someone’s hand on your elbow, yanking you back. You recognised Xavier, although he wasn’t looking at you. Chin up, hand on your elbow, Xavier didn’t show any signs of acknowledgement of your presence. You were silently led, Ajax caging you on the other side, to Xavier’s empty dorm. 

In those couple of minutes, you rehearsed your apology a dozen times. See that, it’s not like you did it to go against them. No, you just wanted to help a friend out, help Ophelia Hall, you knew Enid was getting stressed…

None of that would have gotten you out of what’s to come, though.

You felt Xavier let go of your elbow, seconds later feeling Ajax nudging on your back, trying to get you to move. Distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t realise you reached the dorm. You stumbled before the open door, walking in just a moment later.

Xavier has already made his way to the bed, sitting down, followed closely by Ajax. Ajax - your sweet, sweet Ajax - didn’t even look at you, prepping himself against the table, hands crossed at the chest.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it before you got a chance to explain yourself.

“So”, began Xavier. “We heard some interesting rumours today at lunch, while you were celebrating Ophelia Hall victory. Have any clue what that rumour might be about?” He asked, quirking a brow at you.

You shook your head, staring at the floor - that crack in the wood over there was looking mighty entertaining.

“We’ve heard that there allegedly was someone from our hall that made it out of their way to help the Black Cats in the boat race. I wonder, who could that be?”, continued Xavier, now standing right in front of you.

You looked to the side, so you wouldn’t face any of the boys,  chewing your lower lip anxiously 

“Cmon, baby”, said Xavier, getting hold of your chin. “Just tell us the truth. We won’t be mad.”

“Speak for yourself”, you heard Ajax remark, causing your breath to hitch.

“I’m sorry, I-, I just wanted to help Enid out, she was so stressed…”, you began to blubber, quickly losing your train of thought.

“I don’t have time for this”, Ajax said, and seconds later you felt him grab your forearms to turn you to face his way, Xavier stepping back. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

Those words went straight to your core, causing your knees to buckle, dropping to the floor with a loud thump.

“Look at you, angel, still can follow orders. I would even say you are such a good girl listening to us and doing everything to make us feel good, but you didn’t think about it when you helped the Black Cats, did you?” Xavier snickered.

“I said, I can explain, I just-“, you began, but was once again interrupted by Ajax, who you could tell was losing his patience.

“As much as I’d love to hear your excuses, I am getting a little tired of waiting. How about you get on with it and suck me off already?” He said, unbuckling his pants and moving his boxers out of the way.

“Now be a good girl and open up. Remember what to do if you want to stop?”

You nodded, enamoured by the look of his cock - no matter how many times you saw it, something about it made every time feel like the first time.

“Words, angel”, you heard Xavier add from the back.

“Yes. Tap your thigh twice”, you said breathily, your speech faltering. Your mouth fell open and you could feel Ajax’s dick slide in, further and further, until hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

“Jeez, baby, you mouth just gets better and - f-fuck - better.” Ajax’s shaky breaths were interrupting his speech.

You whimpered quietly against his dick at the praise, vibrations causing Ajax to swear under his breath. You continued to suck him off diligently, sucking in your cheeks, paying special attention to his red tip.

“Get up”, he stopped unexpectedly, leaning back. 

When you lost yourself for a second, you felt Xavier’s hands on you, raising you up. He pressed his lips harshly to yours, drawing out a moan from you. 

“You’re honestly such a slut sometimes, darling”, Ajax was still out of breath.

“She is, isn’t she?”, Xavier said, pulling away from you.

____________________________________________________________________________

Now you were balancing on your hands and elbows on the bed, you heard bobbing up and down between Ajax’s spread legs. He reclined himself against the headboard, looking down at you. He was now shirtless, so you got to enjoy his beautiful chest and arms. 

You heard clothes rustle behind you, bed dipping. Xavier’s hands made their way straight to your core. He pressed his long fingers right against your clit. Your rhythm faltered, and you pulled away, coughing. 

“What’s the matter, y/n? Can even make your boyfriend feel nice without gagging? What a pity”, his fingers began to harshly circle your clothed clit. You moaned, trying to move away from the harsh touch, in the meantime putting your mouth back to work.

Xavier pulled your underwear off you, exposing your heat to the cold air, temperature difference making shivers crawl up your back. You felt his fingers slip inside - two at a time - roughly curling up to hit the spongy spot inside that made you almost see stars. Your whimpers were silenced by Ajax’s hips rutting up.

You were becoming a mess, clenching your walls around Xavier’s fingers. Xavier chuckled, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, hitting the right spot every damn time. Your legs were giving out, mouth basically falling open for Ajax to use. Rutting into the warmth of your mouth one last time, he came with a guttural groan, hands limping weakly and letting go of your hair. You swallowed his release, too distracted by chasing your own release to care. 

As through a layer of water, you suddenly heard Ajax’s “Don’t you dare make her cum” and then everything stopped. 

“No, no, no…” you mewled, clenching around nothing, desperate for any friction, but Xavier’s strong hands held your thighs open. You heard Ajax chuckle, looking smug and proud of himself. 

“Xavi, baby, pleeease”, you whined, turning to face Xavier, tear-filled eyes and a pout - you knew he had a soft spot for that, but before you could see his reaction, Ajax spoke, grabbing your hair to pull you up to his face.

“You really think you deserve it, sweetheart? After what you pulled at the boat race? You made a decision like a big girl, now face the consequences - like a big girl.” Not giving you any time to answer, he kissed you harshly, only letting go when he felt you struggle to breath. 

“You’re such a meanie sometimes, Ajax”, you murmured against his lips, although you didn’t really mean it - and he knew. 

“As if that's not why you like me so much”, Ajax retorted, his impression smug. You couldn’t disagree.

“Be careful there, baby, you’re gonna give him an ego”, Xavier noted, from the back, lightening the mood a little. 

You smiled softly - you loved them too much to be upset any longer - but you knew the night wasn’t over.

“You ready there, angel? Xavier’s hands crawled up your thighs, getting a good grip, bringing you back to reality. A quick “yes”, and you felt him plunge - all the way in, giving you no time to adjust. Ajax’s hand was caressing your back, another one on your clit distracting you from a noticeable stretch - two fingers wasn’t nearly enough to get you prepared - silencing your whimpers with kisses. Your vision was getting blurry and clouded with tears, the pressure on your clit not enough to make you come, but enough to get you overwhelmed with sensations. 

“Oh, fuck”, Xavier panted. “I can feel her clenching already.”

You were close - dangerously close - to coming, but you knew coming without permission right now would get you into so much trouble later.

“Ajax, baby… a-argh… can I c-come? Please, I'll do anything, I just wanna c-”. You were a blubbering mess, face red with tears and hair matted to your face.

“I’ll remember to take you up on that offer some time. Now, come for us.” You cried out, eyes shut, slumping against Ajax’s chest. Xavier thrusts lost their rhythm and there he was chasing his own high.

The next few minutes all of you were silent, heavy breathing filling the room. 

“You’re with us, baby?”, you heard Ajax ask, nodding ever-so-slightly. 

“Jeez, my man, you really worn her out”, Ajax noted softly, looking up at Xavier. 

“We did. Well, she did - me - too”.

They let you come down from your high a little longer, starting to shuffle around. 

“Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up”, Ajax asked, trying to get you up.

“No, just wanna cuddle”, you mewled, pouting at the gorgon. He watched you with soft eyes, sighing - giving up - and settling back with you, pulling you into his chest. 

“I’ll bring the towel”. Xavier, still feeling his post orgasm, braced himself, pushing himself up off the bed. “Not before I get my apology kiss, though”. He turned to you, capturing your lips in his before letting go moments later. 

He comes back in a minute, wet, warm towel in hands, sliding it over your body while Ajax moves you around like a ragdoll. You hissed at the sensation of the towel coming between you legs, shivering. 

“Sorry, angel”, Xavier murmurs, offering you an apologetic smile. 

When your boyfriends deem you clean enough to hold off showering for just some time, the three of you settle in bed - your back pressed against Ajax’s, facing Xavier. 

“So, wanna tell us how you came up with your great plan?” Xavier grins widely, teeth showing between his lips. 

“You know we weren’t really mad, right?” Ajax adds, his lips close to your ear. Oh, you knew, you always did. “We were upset that we lost, but never with you, alright?”

You nod, kissing each of the boys, before sitting up. 

“Well”, you begin after settling in comfortably. “It all started when Enid…”

[piratefishmama]

Crossing the Line | Part 13

“You’re wearing that?”

“Yes, I’m wearing this, this has been a focus point ever since I mentioned it, it’s an inside joke at this point Robbie, we have an inside joke already! I’m wearing this.” He was wearing the sweater vest. It was a running gag at that point, and it was the perfect opportunity to wear it. Eddie had messaged him that morning (okay so, more like just gone 2pm) apologising for not texting back sooner even though Steve didn’t need an apology because Eddie had told him that after gig diner food was a thing.

He didn’t expect Eddie to spend any time texting him during a band tradition. Band traditions were sacred.

“But… but it’s so—”

“Me. It’s me. It’s so very me. So I’m going to have this date, as me. Not in costume like last night, I’m going as me, and… and he’s going to like it… he’s going to like it, right?” Somewhere during that tiny ramble, Robin’s eyes softened, all her hard edges wearing away like rocks beaten by the sea.

“… Yeah Stevie, you look perfect, he’s gonna love it. An if he doesn’t, well… I’ll beat him up.” She’d seen him, she could take him.

“Haha, I don’t think your date will approve of that, she’s like… his best friend or something, so you gotta be nice to him.”

“Hey, bros before hoes, Steve, that’s the rule. He fucks it up? Imma shove that wet rat back in the sewer where he belongs, my poor love life be damned.”

He loved Robin. With everything he had. He loved her. She was like the sister he’d never had, a twin separated at birth.

She came to him when he had no-one, when he was circling the drain about to slip, it’d been such a crazy happenstance meeting her, she wasn’t rich. She didn’t come from some crazy rich family. She came from a small town in rural Indiana, she didn’t have siblings, her parents were ex-hippies for crying out loud.

She was just, Robin. And she’d been there by a single stroke of luck, she’d been there. Passing by the club he’d been in at the time, she’d caught him as he’d stumbled out, bleary eyed and confused having taken something… of which he had no idea. Tommy Hagan, a budding actor running on his parents coattails, had given it to him, said it’d loosen him up.

Then… well, the exact details were a little blurry, but he remembered pushing someone’s handsy hands away from him and stumbling out of the club directly into Robin.

She’d gotten him a cab, taken him home and made sure he was okay. She’d stayed with him, all night. She hadn’t had to, she didn’t know him, he didn’t know her, hell, she could have taken photo after photo and sold them to whoever paid the most, she’d have made thousands, millions to the right magazines, but she’d stayed with him all night instead, then made him breakfast the morning after.

A greasy fry up thing that settled his stomach right down.

She’d introduced herself, being a stranger in his kitchen, and explained what’d happened, awkwardly rambling about how she’d called her parents to ask about symptoms and what to do cause they’d know, and that she’d taken care of him, so he didn’t wind up hurting himself, she’d even hurriedly shown him her phone, scrolling through photos he never asked to see just to prove that she hadn’t taken anything of him.

Half a week later he was inviting her to a charity gala thing he’d been invited to, then to an awards show, then to a dinner thing where she’d awkwardly come out to him on the bathroom floor panicking over how she thought he was interested in her with how much he wanted her around, and while yes, maybe he’d had a small crush on her to begin with, it very quickly, very easily evolved into something else as she explained.

Then, event after event as Steve shed the weight of his horribly unhealthy ‘friends’, they became a package deal, Steve, and Robin, where one went, the other wouldn’t be far behind.

And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again. Especially not some jumped up little music snob who could only get gigs in dive bars.

“C’mere Robbie” Steve pulled her in, even as she hissed her complaints, citing her outfit, her hair, he knew by the way she reciprocated that hug that she was just complaining for the sake of it “love you”

“Love you too dingus. Now… are you going with contacts or glasses?”

He chose glasses, he ran a hand through his hair a few times, shooed Robin off for her own date, something she had no input on because Chrissy had insisted on taking her to ‘see the city’ properly, giving Steve just enough time to put the finishing touches on dinner. A simple chicken and bacon creamy pasta dish, nothing too heavy and the ingredients were easy to find.

The only concern he’d had was whether or not Eddie ate meat, and a quick text to Chrissy answered that question.

The door buzzer signalled the end of his internal countdown. Eddie responded to his simple “hello?” with a funny little

“Metalhead delivery for Mr Superstar~!” That Steve couldn’t help but giggle at, still smiling when Eddie eventually made it to the door, and when his eyes lit up when that door opened, big, beautiful browns falling on his sweater vest, a big, dimpled grin blossoming on his lips and his voice, full of glee announcing “Sweater vest for Eddie!” Steve knew he was a goner.

He was done for. He’d fallen for a silly metalhead and he didn't want to get up.

Part 15

[plethora-of-imagines]

Cardinal Copia's Costume Curator

AN: This is in tribute to the wonderful beloved @how-masterful for her birthday! (Who introduced me to the band's lore which made me finally listen to the songs, and well..... I'm now very obsessed)

It's the first thing I have written an a long while... oops! But I got into a very competitive health program so I am very busy actively fighting the gods to survive being back in school.

Which means this is only loosely edited, and probably very out of character but I had fun writing it! (In the dreams of my head where I actually do have time this would have been a slow burn multi chapter, but I've never managed to do one of those soooo oneshot it is)

I hope you had the best of days beloved and enjoy your (our) blorbo story

Word Count: 4402

Ao3 Link: Here

Warning: smut/lemon, nudity, blowjob, semi public sexual contact

Description: A collection of moments between the new costumer for the tour and her Cardinal.

Knocking on the door of the dressing room she spared a quick glance back at the ghoulette who had helped guide her. A cute little thumbs up and a smile of an alarming amount of teeth greeted her. She tried to push past her general anxiousness to recognize it for the reassurance it was.

“Ah, hi, hello,” the uncertain greeting from the Cardinal as he opened the door made her turn back to face him so fast she feared she gave herself whiplash.

“Hello Cardinal,” she began in a hurry, sheepishly introducing herself. “I’m umm- your new costume curator?”

“Oh, yes, yes,” he gestured for her to enter the room. Charmingly grabbing her hand to kiss before awkwardly trying to rub off the black stain his Cardinal paints left on her bare skin. Smudging it just enough to make the single lip stain scarcely recognizable. “Sister told me you were joining our little touring family. But uh she did not say why. So good to know that you will be helping with costumes in some way then.”

“She figured you needed me after the video about the belt got back to her.”

He seemed to deflate into the uncomfortable leather chair that came with this touring spot’s dressing room.

“That uh got back to her and all the siblings then, si?”

“Yes Cardinal.”

“Good, great.”

It certainly did not sound like he found it good at all. The silence made her nervous so she rushed to fill it with an explanation that it seemed Sister Imperator had failed to give him.

“She actually seemed to think you handled Sister Maria’s mistake well? Or at least she was more upset with learning from the Siblings here that Sister Maria was more focused on indulging in sin instead of her job?”

“Sister who?”

“Sister Maria?” Did she remember her predecessor’s name incorrectly? “The previous sibling in charge of your and the ghouls’ costumes?”

Rubbing the back of his head, making a mess of his already ruffled hair he admitted something that would have had Sister Imperator flaying your predecessor alive.

“I ,uh, did not know we had someone in charge of costumes. Me and my ghoulies have been taking care of them ourselves.”

“Yourselves,” she screeched. Rushing to explain herself, “not that they seem to be in poor condition, they looked decently taken care of if not a little disorganized. But uh none of you were taught how to take care of these beyond the basics! Who has been checking for any issues with seams? Or keeping track of the spare costume pieces?”

“Eh heh,” gently scratching at his face as he spoke up. “I did use a bit of the Google when the tour started to figure out how to spot clean them after a little incident with the ghouls.”

It was endearing how proud he was of himself, even she couldn’t bring herself to be upset about the possible damage to the garments. She had already looked them over and on the surface they were fine enough. There was even more work to be done than she feared with her initial evaluation of them.

“But it will be a welcome change to have you taking good care of our uniforms, Sister.” He sheepishly looked into her eyes. “Would it also be possible to have you assist backstage with my quick changes. I’ve always made it but it has been cut rather close before...”

“I almost don’t feel bad for Sister Maria when Sister Imperator gets her hands on her. Almost,” she joked before working to reassure him that she would be dutiful in her job. It was an honor to be allowed to join the tour when not a long term or high level Sibling.  She was eager to prove her worth. “Cardinal, you should have had someone assisting you this whole time, it's part of the job! I know we encourage sin but I think Sister Maria was too indulgent with practicing sloth when it came to her job.”

“Si, if I had known who she was and that she was supposed to be doing all these things I would have had a conversation with her before something made its way back to Sister.”

Clapping, he stood up, lending her a hand to guide her up from her seat.

“Now let me introduce you to the rest of my ghouls. Sister said that you are to join us on our bus so that you can work if needed while we travel, which now I know means if we have any costume malfunctions that need your guiding hands.”

***

Nervously she straightened the hanging costumes again for the millionth time. It was almost time for the first costume change with everything that need to be done to get things in order they hadn’t had a chance to practice how she would help. Changing the Cardinal from his cassock into one of the skin tight suits that he admitted were tricky for him to get on alone with how much they clung to his skin. Eager to be helpful, fearful that she would in truth be a hindrance to him.

“You look as if you have seen a ghost, Sister. And not one of the ones on stage,” the Cardinal teased as he stepped into the makeshift changing room that she had set up with spare curtains.

Lightening her mood by gently plopping his biretta onto her head. 

“This is already much better than when I was doing this alone-”

“Because you can use me as a glorified hat stand,” she teased.

“Ah, I was going to say because I have some privacy and am not just rushing off to a dark corner to undress, but yes that too.”

Growing more comfortable, her hands worked to help free him from his clothes efficiently, undoing the buttons down to his navel so that he would be able to simply step out of the garment. Catching a glance of his bare chest while turning to properly hang up the belt he had handed off to her.

“At least they didn’t decide to mirror the whole thirty three buttons for Jesus’s life thing when they copied the idea. Can you imagine if they had decided to make that thing have six hundred and sixty six buttons? We would never get you out of it!”

“Si, and what a hindrance to the sin of lust that would be. A frustrating new form of chastity belt for the clergy.”

Mentally planning the best way to help, she grabbed the skin tight pants. If they took him the longest to get on, then that is where she should start. He could put on the shirt while she started to pull on the pants. Quickly gathering the length of each pant leg and condensing it so that he could slide into them. Moving to kneel on the floor before him. Looking up to tell him to step into them.

Instead of her eyes meeting his, they met his cock. His completely uncovered cock.

Freezing, eyes locked on the monstrosity of a cock that hung before her. The hair neatly trimmed, balls symmetrical, and cock tip a pretty shade of pink. Oh Satan. She couldn’t help but continue to stare without a thought in her head beyond, “pretty”. It was the most beautiful cock she had seen outside of porn- not that she was terribly well versed, but she had seen a fairshare in her time in the church.

Her burning face felt like it was glowing as she turned back into reality. He had been speaking to her.

“Huh?”

“I’m so sorry Sister. I should have warned you that I cannot wear anything underneath, since the lines show with those pants. You didn’t consent to this.”

Struggling to find the words as her lips stumbled around them, “it’s fine. I don’t mind, just a little surprised. Not that there is anything little about that surprise.”

Could someone come drag her into hell early? Why did her brain decide the proper response in that situation was to actually say that!

“Please step into these pants before I further embarrass myself,” begging as she refused to look at his eyes or his cock anymore.

The two of them worked together to force him into those pants. Even with her distraction at his firm thighs and well defined bulge that she did not need to use imagination to remember what was underneath, they finished well before his que. 

“Thank you Sister,” he blew a kiss her way as he pushed past the curtains again.

Still braindead from lust she waved goodbye to him like a fool. Slamming her head against the wall the moment he was out of sight.

Oh Satan, they had to do that several more times. And the worst part is she wouldn’t get any privacy on the bus later to do anything to mimic what she wanted that cock to do to her.

***

“Mountain! Where are your shoes?”

She timidly approached the tall ghoul. Their height differences further accentuated by her eyes being glued to his sock covered feet. Feet lacking the shoes that should be on them.

“If there is something wrong with them I could try to fix them?”

Glancing up into the blank mask. Nervously shifting while waiting for some sort of response.

“They’re fine,” he answered in a deep rumble of a voice, so quiet it almost couldn't be heard. At her wide eyed questioning look he elaborated, “interfere with feeling the beat.”

Oh, so that’s why he didn’t wear them. She nodded, subconsciously fiddling with her grucifix in an anxious habit she was unaware of but that the ghouls had all picked up on.

“You do wear them outside though... right?” Her panic grew with Mountain’s continued silence. “Mountain, there is broken glass everywhere outside the venues!”

The stoick ghoul tilted his head to the side like a curious cat, tail flicking in interest at her words.

“You could get hurt!”

“Cute,” his words were followed by two light pats to the tip of her head. “Don’t need to worry about me.”

Turning to wander off again while she squeaked out his name in shock.

***

“Sister, a word- privately,” the Cardinal softened his words the moment her eyes met his. Striking white eye filled with silent care. “If that’s all okie dokie with you.”

“Of course, Cardinal.”

Gentle hands corralled her from her seat at the built in dinner booth where she had been losing steadily at cards against the ghouls. Door softly clicking shut behind them, enclosing them in the small private room at the back of the bus that was seldom used.

“What can I do for you Cardinal?”

“It’s more what I can do for you, Sister.”

Her confused, “huh” had barely left her lips before he continued on. Rushing as if the words would get caught if he did not push them out all in one breath.

“You have been traveling with us for a while, si?” He left no room for a response. “But um not once have you confessed your sins?”

Remaining silent she avoided his glance. Not wanting to admit that the reason she had failed to confess were her sinful thoughts of the man she needed to confess to.

“I just wanted to know if I had done something wrong? To make you, not want to confess, to me?”

Rubbing his fingers together, looking so concerned for her, so downtrodden.

“No,” she rushed to reassure him. “You’ve done so much to make sure I am comfortable here Cardinal! I just- don't have a lot to confess to...”

“Ah, good- that I have not made you uncomfortable! Not that you have felt unable to freely sin in honor of our Lord Lucifer!”

Taking a seat on the couch shoved into the corner of the room. The Cardinal patting the cushion next to him in invitation. Carefully making her way over to his side, trying not to trip over the corner of the bed also squished into the small space. Gingerly sitting down with as much grace as she could manage in the tight space.

“Eek,” she squealed when firm hands pulled her upper body against his, arm pinning her in place. Taking the only option available to her, hiding her face against his shoulder. Soft red velour tickling her face.

“Now that you have at least an illusion of privacy. Pretend you are back in the comfort of confessional back in the abby, piccola.”

Her mind went blank of any sins she could confess to beyond her obsession while in the limited privacy of the tour bus with thinking of the Cardinal’s perfect cock and how it would feel in her aching, empty pussy. Of grinding her throbbing clit against his firm, supple thighs. Hng.

“Oh, ummm vindicate my envy of...”

Small circular motions were rubbed against her back.

“No sin is too small, too indulgent, or embarrassing to confess. Let it out, Sister.”

“My envy of the little plushies that the ghouls are getting from fans, my pride of how my work is ensuring you all look hella good on stage, and hmm... My greedy hoarding of the extra blankets that Dewdrop kicked off his bunk.” 

“Ah I will keep that last one very much a secret from our dear Dewdrop, otherwise you will find him sneaking into your bunk in revenge,” he teased. “Your sins are vindicated, and may your envy be rewarded at our next stop.”

Pulling away from him as she thanked him, pushing down the urge to confess to her attraction to him, “Thank you, Cardinal. I actually do feel better having had my sins vindicated.”

“I will give you any soft plushies I am thrown, Sister. Had I known you were wanting for one I would not have given them away at the end of the show.”

Giggling at his words as a beautiful thought entered her mind of what type of plushie she could be receiving.

“I offer to give you what you yearn for and I am laughed at, so cruel to me Sister.”

Melodramatically clutching his chest in anguish, the sweet little drama queen he pretended to be.

“I can’t wait to own my own little Plushia, Cardinal.”

“Nevermind, I would not dare give you such a cursed object, Sister!”

“They’re not cursed, they’re cute!” She insisted.

“Maybe to someone blind,” he protested with a smile as her laughter grew infectious.

***

Rushing onto the tour bus in a small panic, she looked for the Cardinal. Everything had been taken care of and put back into its proper place except for the pair of black pants that went with one of his infamous tailcoat suits. She had checked all the dressing rooms, backstage, and the racks of costumes- twice. It had been misplaced- she refused to say lost until there was no hope of finding it.

“Cardinal! I need you-”

The ghouls and Cardinal turned to look at her dramatic entrance. Freezing for a moment in intimidation from the brightly demonic eyes of all those already settled on the bus. In mere moments the Cardinal seemed to recognize her distress. Embarrassed at her surely sorry state she tried to settle her wild hair as he stood and rushed to her.

“Sister, are you okie dokie?”

His concern was sweet, but unfortunately made her spiral again.

“I can’t find it!” Not thinking in her panic to explain what she was even looking for, only able to press on with her worry. “I looked everywhere I could think of, even under the fucking couch in the dressing room which I am certain now is covered in bodily fluids that I don’t want to even think about.”

“Sister, you need to relax! Tell your Cardinal what you are looking for.”

“Your tight black pants are missing! Sister is going to kill me, summon me back from hell and then kill me again!” She cried out in anguish.

Losing this job would hurt, she loved it. The fun and excitement of touring. Getting to know her Cardinal and spending more time with him than would have been possible at the ministry.

“Oh Sister, I am so sorry. Satan and more importantly you forgive me!”

Heart dropping to the floor. They were ruined, or somehow they spontaneously combusted. Whatever he was going to tell her happened to them would ruin her life, certainly.

“I have them here,” he gestured to the built in diner style booth the rest of the band was sitting at.

“What?” Clearing her throat after the painfully croaked up whisper she let out.

“I may have um, popped a seam on them,” the Cardinal shyly admitted.

“That’s not the only thing that popped off due to those pants tonight,” someone teased.

“Oh, oh thank Satan I can fix that!”

“I am sorry I did not think to tell you I was taking them back to the bus, Sister.”

Hand pressed against her racing heart as it slowed down to a normal speed, coming down from the stratosphere.

“That’s okay Cardinal, only a minor heart attack was had,” she reassured the poor guilt stricken man. “We can go back into the other room for some privacy when you change back into it for me to fix it.”

“Ah, could it not be fixed while I am not wearing it Sister?”

“It could, but without knowing how much tension the seam should have based on where it broke it’s likely to have issues again. Best to let me see and do an invisible stitch on it.”

“Get it Cardinal,” one of the ghouls whooped.

“Now, Dewdrop no need to be crude. The nice Sister does not need harassment from you over doing her job,” wagging his finger to playfully scold the ghoul.

She really needed to learn how to tell them apart without their instruments when they were all still masked.

“So, I will um see you back there.”

Escaping from the situation by rushing back into the private area at the back of the tour bus, she busied herself with preparing supplies to fix the ripped seam. Distantly hearing something about a booty call followed by laughter from all the ghouls and even the ghoulettes who normally didn’t laugh at more vulgar teasing. It didn’t take long for the Cardinal to join you with a small fond sigh.

“I think they will be making fun of me for a while with this Sister.”

“What did you do, or rather where is this seam Cardinal?”

WIth how the ghouls were carrying on it was likely a crotch seam, but if that had been the case she was sure she would have seen videos by now of the wardrobe malfunction. Along with a dreaded voicemail from Sister Imperator. 

With a flourish to try and hide his flustered cheeks he revealed the pants from how he had folded them. Squinting at them she struggled at first to see the issue, until she finally found it. A small opening of just about two inches. Right in the center of where his ass was.

“Small mercies that the tails cover that up, si Sister?” He laughed at himself. “Too much cake Dewdrop and Swiss teased, even though they know I have not had any cake since the party at the start of the tour.”

Smiling at him as he took initiative to get himself dressed for her to get to work. Doing her best to ignore his nudity and not sneak a glance. Something she failed at many times during those quick changes.

“It’s slang, Cardinal. They were saying you have a nice round ass,” pushing herself to voice the thought and live up to her name as a Sister of Sin.

Something that she would seldom do in front of anyone due to how flustered saying such things made her.

He squeaked at her explanation, playfully giving her a scandalized look. 

“Sister you can’t say such things before you will be feeling up my ass or we will have a very different seam to start worrying about!”

The two of them broke into giggles together.

“Now turn around and let me see what you managed to do to those sinfully frustrating pants.”

***

The Cardinal wasn’t in the little corner of backstage that had been fashioned into a small dressing room of sorts. Frowning, she strained to listen for anything unusual happening on stage, peaking out of the privacy curtain again for the sixth time. Finally catching sight of a flash of pure white slowly moving towards her. Playfully pulling the curtain back and gesturing him in with a flourish that normally would make him laugh.

He didn’t give even a small giggle. Shoulders slumped as he refused to look at her. What had happened on stage?

“Cardinal?” She slowly asked for an explanation.

“I um, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a moment Sister... alone.”

Hands drifting up to start to gesture with his words before his face flushed a bright red, rapidly shoving them back down to cover his crotch. His, very well endowed and very clearly excited crotch.

“Oh!”

Now her face matched his in being as hot as hell surely was.

“Just got a bit too into it with the thrusting, you know how it is,” he tried to deflect. “Or well you probably don’t, you uh don’t really have the anatomy that would make this an issue. Oh Satan, I need to stop talking now. Um, shutting my mouth now.”

During his rambling she realized the issue with letting him “take care” of his not so little issue on his own.

“Cardinal, you can’t jerk yourself off.”

Sending you a look of disbelief, “Sister, I have enough time before I’m needed back on stage and no one comes over here other than us, si?”

“You’ll get the costumes messy with your seamen and it will dry before I can clean it. It would never come out of the fabric,” she began to explain. “Even if you did manage to not get the costumes dirty your hands would be a mess and the sound crew would kill you for getting come on the microphone.”

“Shit,” his head was thrown back as he accepted the unfortunate truth you were giving him. “I don’t know how we will get me into that next suit, Sister. It’s just as tight as this one, though at least it will give me some more modesty. I swear this white one is made to be see-through on purpose!”

Begrudgingly he moved his hands away to start removing his top, while she got up close and personal with the source of both of their frustrations. The Cardinal wasn’t wrong. She could see more than just the outline of his thick, heavy cock pressing into the well tailored pants. The light blush pink of his cock tip was just visible to her when only a few inches away from it.

Hands stumbling at first- like the first time she had to help him undress, knowing now that he wore nothing underneath. The moment she yanked his pants down enough his cock sprung from its confinement. Hitting against his stomach. Swallowing the saliva pooling at the sight of such a pretty cock. Butterflies of the best kind taking up residency in her stomach at this soft moan he was muffling with his leather gloves shoved against his mouth. The sensation of the fabric moving across his cock stimulating him further.

“I think you’re right that you will not be fitting that back into pants without some help, Cardinal... I could help,” she tentatively offered.

“Please Sister, do not torture me like this. I cannot take it.”

“I don’t plan to tease, Cardinal. Not enough time for that tonight.”

Trailing a finger tip softly down the length, watching his thighs twitch while he squeaked.

“I sound like one of my rats squeaking for attention,” he whined.

Giving a playful lick to the tip while fishing for an answer, “I need consent from those pretty painted lips before mine get to work.”

She had never been so bold. Yet the pull of lust built up over the weeks made it easy to fall into this confidant role she was playing.

“Please,” he was more breathless than he ever was at the end of the show.

Capturing his cock with her lips, sliding down until she could take no more into her mouth. Sucking in more of him with each moan and whine he ruined his voice with. Hands resting against her hair, so considerate of her comfort that he took no control of her.  Choosing instead to help keep her hair from getting in her eyes, letting her work his cock at her own pace.

The sound of the ghoul’s musical dueling creating the perfect rhythm to follow. Humming along lowly to parts to make her Cardinal let out the prettiest of sounds. Making sure to repeat the movements that got her the best reactions. They didn’t have much time. His foot moving to press the tips of his shoes against her clit, just resting with a light pressure that felt so good.

Moving her hands to take advantage of the situation to feel up his ass. So soft, just a perfect ass that she envied. She wanted to use it as a stress ball, indulging in some light squeezes as she forced his cock to tickle her throat. Swallowing down her saliva with his cock. She couldn’t afford to get saliva on the pants pooled around his ankles.

It didn’t take long to solve his “problematic” erection. A few bobs to tickle her throat while looking up at him with watery, pleading eyes made him come undone. Both whining as she attempted to swallow the burst of come flooding her mouth.

Lightly thrusting against his shoes with a small cry of need.

“Shit, so good Sister. Fuck! I need to get back onstage.”

Trying to control her pout was hard as they both rushed to finish dressing him in his next suit. Her consolation prize was him guiding her to lower her head for a soft kiss to the top of her skull.

“Later Sister I promise to live between your glorious thighs all night long like the ghouls have been teasing me for daydreaming about. Give you a little somethin’ something, yeah?”